Not a lot of fans do fanfics for Adam so I thought I'd give him a little recognition plus I am really worried that no one has even mentioned him in the show

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The horribly deafening noise of Hell Fire resonating inside the cage and the unbearable heat of those flames burning the tortured souls in the deepest part of the pit, this and only was the one thing that Adam woke up to. It felt strange waking up in Hell and praying for the day you open your eyes and see that it was nothing but a wretched dream. The fact that he had kept his sanity together this long is a miracle in itself because there was really nothing of him left. Adam's body had burned away –for what seemed like- centuries ago and all that was left of him was the glowing light of his soul.

Sam. Dean. Come find me. Please. I'm still here. Sam. Dean. Come find me. Please. I'm still here. I'm still alive.

Every day, Adam chanted this to himself hoping that these simple words would somehow find themselves out of Hell and reach his only saviors left on Earth.

"Oh, isn't that adorable, Mikey?" rang the voice of a horribly familiar voice "he's calling out to his brothers again. It's almost as if he still has some hope left."

Adam's soul shivered in pure fear when he heard the Devil himself chuckle and mock him. No matter how much time had passed, Adam could never forget the voice of Lucifer. On Earth he had taken the voice and body of other men but in Hell his true voice emerged from the screams and slaughter of the Pit and it sounded far worse than he ever imagined. Lucifer gripped the defenseless soul in his hand and squeezed at it gently.

"You know, I could've sworn we beat any sort of hope out of this glowing sack years ago."

He squeezed harder.

"Then againthis is a Winchester we're talking about."

And harder.

"So maybe another lesson is needed here."

He was ripping into the core of Adam's soul and Adam and Adam was shrieking in pure agony. The feeling of someone puncturing the very essence of what you are feels like someone reaches into your chest rips out your heart and burns it past every degree but can still feel the pain. Adam thought he would finally die from this torturous lesson or at least pass out so he could have some kind of rest. His voice was almost at its limit of screaming.

"Lucifer," called a cool voice in the fiery Pit. Michael emerged slowly from his side of the cage and gave his brother a longing cold stare.

"Oh what's the matter now, Michael? Are you mad that I took away the only toy?"

Lucifer released is iron grip on Adam and dropped him to the floor as the toy he claimed he was.

"The human's whimpering irritated me." Michael said bluntly.

"Well you must forgive me. I didn't mean to wake the queen from her beauty sleep. Are you ready to a ut

Michael's lips turned to a sneer and his eyes went from vacant to disgust.

"You always had this hunger to agitate everyone around you, didn't you brother? You even managed to annoy our Lord and Father with your repugnant love of him. Now I see the ugly that Father saw in you all that millennia ago."

With as much energy as he could muster, Adam crawled himself to a safe spot in the cage so he could avoid the damage of the Sibling War that would soon take place. If he had hands and ears, he would cover them instantly. Whenever these angels fought whether it was with words or with arms this white pitched noise would sing throughout the cage and would drive Adam's sanity to dust.

This he thought will probably waste away the last of it.

As his thoughts rang, the angels began to clash and the noise began to grow in an unimaginable volume. When their bodies crashed sounded as if two heavy tanks were being smashed together like symbols. The sound of metal ripping and tearing into one another and the deathly cold curse of words crying out from both brothers was disturbingly obscene. Adam moved himself slightly to catch a glimpse of the calamity that fell behind him. And within that glimpse, Adam had fully understood the term "hate". The way these angels fought was ungodly and grotesque. The way their blows landed on the other with so much impact and fury and so much hate had left Adam in a temporary comatose state, but he could still hear some of harshly uttered words.

"You don't deserve to be with Father, you self-absorbed prick! I always and will always love Him more than anything!"

"I don't know why Father bothered with you existence! You are far better off with these demonic bastard spawns!"

"You are just as ugly as them if not more, Mikey! No wonder Daddy left you here."

"I fulfilled His Will as His Son. I fulfilled my purpose. Someone who never had a purpose since the day he existed shouldn't bother to speak!"

As their hate for each other grew so did the black eerie light that emanated off of them and quickly consumed their bodies.

I have to look away he told himself I need to look away now if I don't, my sanity will disappear for sure this time. I will have nothing after this. I can't be caught up in their hate. I can't be caught up in it. I can't be….in it.

I can't be…in it.

I cant be..it

I can't be….

I..can't…

Dean. Sam.

These last two words turned into a single stream of white smoke and rose slowly out of Adam's soul and slipped through the openings of the cage. Meanwhile, the last bit of what kept this ball of light Adam Winchester faded away like a dying star and in place of that bright white light became a dark red and an eerie orange that turned to Hell Fire. As it was about to fall out of the cage to join the rest of Hell's burning souls, a hand dressed in a perfect black Armani suit clutched it firmly and in the other hand gripped the single stream of white that echoed silently Dean. Sam. I'm alive.

"Well, well, well," cheered the King of Hell, "what sort of treasure have I just stumbled upon?"

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