Author's Note: Well, I recently laid eyes upon the promotional pictures for season 9, and behind Sam and Dean there is a mysterious figure crawling his way out of the ground. It got me thinking about Adam. And then I was thinking about how much I shipped Adamandriel (Adam x Samandriel), the main premise being that Samandriel is to Adam as Castiel is to Dean: the rescuer/puller-out-of-hell/savior/cutesy gay lover. Despite the fact that they never even appear in the same season, I ship it. Hard. I have since Samandriel first showed up. Even though they're both dead, I can still ship it. Still a better love story than Twilight.
On a separate note, this fic probably won't be updated that often. Muse is a fickle thing and I am currently completely drowning in the world of All The King's Men, my ongoing hiatus fic. Add that to recovery from a surgery and some pretty intense painkillers... Well, you have one me on a lot of painkillers and therefore having a lot of odd ideas.
Adam Milligan's life had been profoundly miserable upon arrival in Casper Falls, a small, off-the-map town in New England. Scratch that- Adam Milligan's life had been profoundly miserable since he was born.
He was the child of a breif fling between a college proffessor and his much-younger student, his mother, Kate. He rarely saw his father, and when he did, their encounters were brief and awkward. There was no romance between his parents, and he suspected that his father had never really gotten over the death of his wife, the mother of his older half-brothers. The two young men had tried to keep in touch with Adam, but weekly phone calls and the occasional postcard had dwindled to just about nothing.
Then, there was Michael.
His mother had been dating Michael for about a year when they moved into his stately manor. Michael was a well-respected man, the mayor of their town, and ostentaciously rich, too. He doted upon Kate and initially, he showered Adam with gifts. Adam didn't care too much for the man, but he liked having the latest iPhones and the little blue hybrid car he had recieved for his sixteenth birthday. He was okay with his life, in general.
Then, the abuse started. Michael threw the remote control at his head once while they watched television, giving him a nasty purple bruise. Adam had tried to complain, but Kate thought he was stirring up trouble. Michael continued to hurt Adam, and Kate saw it as an attempt to drive a wedge between them. Finally, when Michael gave him a severe concussion, Kate realized her mistake and they ran, not pressing charges for fear of Michael's attorneys.
Now, hundreds of miles away, he still had his iPhone and his car, his mother and his fancy clothes, but he had no friends, no life, nothing to make him happy. Only the memories of years of severe abuse, physical, emotional, and mental.
And to top it all off, he started at a brand new high school in a week, a month into the school year, as a junior.
Great.
He looked around his new bedroom. The sole reason they were living in Casper Falls was that Kate had a great-uncle who had a stepson who was now getting on in his years, and he needed someone to help him get around and take care of the house. Kate would be live-in nurse, companion, caretaker, and general baby-sitter until the man passed away. The living will didn't name an heir, and Kate and Adam were both tacitly hoping that if they got in the man's good favor, it would be theirs alone after his death.
Not that they wished him dead, of course.
The room was dismal at best. Being wheelchair-ridden for a year had kept Mr. Zachariah Angelus out of the upstairs part of the house. It was in desperate need of a mop. And a duster, and a vacuum cleaner, and a new set of curtains...
Adam flopped backwards onto the bed, coughing at the cloud of dust that rose around him.
And thus began another era in the miserable life of Adam Milligan.
Do I continue? Do I not continue? Help!