Authors Note: I own the laptop this is written on, but not the show.

It was just the usual; the torture from Lucifer, the taunting from Michael, the voices of Sam and Dean. He didn't know why it was them he heard, it wasn't like he mattered to them. Not anymore.

When it had been him and Sam in the Cage, facing the suffering together, things were somehow better. It was easier to ignore the shouts and laughs of the brothers, by just talking to each other, trying to keep the conversation as normal as possible. Sometimes, they didn't even talk, curling their arms around each other and rocking slowly.

But now that he was alone, Adam couldn't do anything but face the torturous beatings of Lucifer, the mocking comments from Michael, and the laughing and joking of his brothers, free to roam as they pleased, while he was trapped in Hell. It wasn't fair.

He didn't know why the voices were there, or why they belonged to his half brothers, instead of his mother or father. He would rather hear their voices, the ones who sang him lullabies when he had nightmares. The ones he was used to calming down to. Why were the voices of the two Winchesters in his head? Was there a reason, or was he just going insane? If he was honest, he didn't know, and it scared him.

In the midst of his thoughts, the slashes on his pale, wounded skin did not phase him, nor did he even notice them. He was used to the sharp slices across his back, or his chest, or his limbs, or his head. They were piling up, cut upon cut, bruise upon bruise. The nerves throughout his body were failing, losing their touch and his. Running sensitive fingers across the smooth ground did nothing for him, calm him or frighten him. He didn't even feel it.

The voices were back, talking in low whispers as though trying not to be heard. But, in his head, they were loud and obvious, their conversation simple to follow. It was like they were talking to a child instead of grown men. Did they know he could hear them? He had no idea, and he didn't know if he wanted to know. He just wanted those voices to stay there, keep him calm, and block out Michael and Lucifer's arguments, which were long and often.

Apparently, Dean and Sam were after someone, and had been searching for a wondered who. Who could possibly be important enough to be allowed an entire year of the Winchester's precious time? It had to be a lost love, or family member. Even a friend of John's, someone who could help them. But, for none of these could he imagine a year long search of America. Surely, they should have found whoever it was by now? Sam was trying to convince Dean that they should keep searching, that they would find 'him' soon. They would find 'him' and bring 'him' with them. Adam was nowconfused. He didn't know who they were arguing about, but he did know that they were more important than him.

Michael and Lucifer were too loud, their argument turning physical. Dean and Sam were lost in the raised voices. This argument was longer than normal, and Adam could feel reality slipping from within his grasp. If Dean or Sam were in the same situation, they'd be fine. But, Adam had been thrown into the battle, straight into the deep end. And, instead of floating, he was sinking to the bottom, like a stone. That was who he was, a pathetic excuse for a Winchester, losing his mind in a cage. These self-loathing thoughts were theones that stayed with him, even as he felt his mind slip away, into the darkness beneath.

AN: The 'him' is Adam, because Dean and Sam have finally decided to look for him. About time, in my opinion.