Sloth: Written because I want Adam to show up this season. Seriously, you'd think they'd mention him a few times when talking to Sam about Hell, but no mentions? They seems a little unfair.

This happens after The French Mistake.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural as much as I want to.

"Dean!"

Dean ignored Sam's call as he raced after the blond that he had bumped into. The first thing that came to his mind was that this was some sort of joke. Someone had decided to screw with them despite all the hard work they had done to stop the Apocalypse. After everything they had done, fate had decided to play this shit again? No, Dean wasn't going to take that.

He chased after the blond. His prey stumbled as he took a corner and that gave Dean the opportunity he needed. He put more power into his strides and propelled himself forward and straight into the retreating blonde's back. The two tumbled to the floor and rolled a little down the street. Dean could feel his knees get scrapped from the tumble, but he ignored it so he could flip the boy around.

The first thing he saw was bright blue eyes. Big, round eyes that held mixed emotions of fear and confusion. It was the same look Dean had saw when he first bumped into the young man moments earlier. Dean's own green eyes surveyed the younger male's face, seeing familiar features that one would find on either Dean or Sam. There was the defined jawbone that the Winchesters shared. Then there was the nose, broad and slightly rounded just like Sam's. The shape of the kid's eyes was similar to Dean's and if the light hit them at the right angle, blue would turn to green.

Dean could feel the boy shaking slightly under his weight, but he could only focus on the boy's appearance and if this was some sort of trick. Had the Mother of All discovered their dirty secret and decided to use this against them? She had narrowly escaped after being weakened by the phoenix ash, so was this her form of retaliation against them for trying to kill her?

"P-please," the boy seemed to shrink. "Don't hurt me."

The trembling voice brought Dean out of his musing. He recognized the high, yet gruff voice. However it didn't please him yet. Keeping one hand pressed down on the blond, Dean dug into his pocket and uncapped a small vial of phoenix ash and wiped it on the kid's cheek.

There was no reaction other than a small whimper.

It was around this time that Sam rounded the corner into the alley and saw Dean on top of the youth. He sprinted up to the pair and to his utter surprise and shock, he stared at the boy.

"Adam?"

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"Here, drink this," Sam instructed as he handed Adam a flask of holy water. The youth stared at the cup for a second before thanking the brunette and chugged the flask like no tomorrow. And just like silver, salt, phoenix ash, and holy oil, there was no reaction what-so-ever. Adam had completed all of their secret tests to ensure that he wasn't a monster trying to pretend to be their little brother…again. After Adam downed the water, he handed the flask back to Sam and returned his eyes back to the zigzagging patterns of the carpet.

After Dean had found the blond, they had taken him back to their motel. Surprisingly, other than a few whimpers and flinches, Adam didn't fight back. It was part of the reason why they thought he was a monster in disguise. However, with him passing all their tests, they had to agree that this was indeed the real Adam Milligan, their half-brother. Their baby brother.

Their baby brother who had spend the last two years in hell.

"It's him," Sam confirmed with Dean. The shorter male gave a gruff sigh.

"Well great. So how did he get out?" Dean asked. "I mean, does he have a wall like you? Or is he just a walking bomb just waiting to blow up?"

"I don't know Dean," Sam answered, scratching the back of his head. Both hunters turned to look at the boy, who kept staring at the floor and lightly kicking at it. "What do we do now?"

"We should probably figure out how much he remembers," Dean suggested. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall and trained his eyes on the blond in question. For Dean, this still didn't feel right. It wasn't that he hated Adam. If anything, Dean felt guilty. He could still recall the day he made that deal with Death. Sam or Adam, one of two souls. He had chosen Sam and by all means it was a just reason. It didn't make him evil or anything for choosing someone he raised for a good eighteen years or so. However he often wondered what would happen if he had picked Adam.

"Dean? Dean."

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I was thinking about something," Dean said after he realized Sam was trying to get his attention. "Why don't you see what he remembers about hell? I'll call Bobby and tell him we'll be heading his way."

Sam raised an eyebrow at Dean's suggestion, having expected a little more resistance about letting Adam anywhere near Bobby's. Hell he expected Dean continue to insist that Adam was a monster in disguise. However, that didn't seem to be the case, and as Dean took out his phone and left the room, Sam turned to the quiet little blond on his bed. With a heavy sigh, Sam treaded over to the youth.

"Adam?" Sam started softly, not wanting to startle the boy. The last time he had talked to Adam, at least the last conversation he could remember, Adam had been a rebellious and distant boy. The boy had glared at him and called him stupid for taking John for granted. Adam had been so full of snark and lip that he seemed to fit perfectly in the Winchester Clan. However, this boy, this timid little kid who stared at Sam with big round blue eyes was not the Adam Milligan Sam got to know. He looked like a toddler who was about to go to the doctor's.

"Do you remember who I am?"

"…."

"Excuse me?"

"Yes," Adam replied a little louder. Sam nodded and couldn't help but stare at those innocent looking eyes. It made Sam feel uncomfortable, seeing a pair of unblinking blue eyes just staring right at you.

"How much do you remember?" Sam asked. Adam tilted his head in a fashion that made it seem like he had been taking lessons from Castiel. "About Hell. How much to you remember about Hell."

"…That's a bad word…"

That had thrown Sam off a bit.

"Excuse me?"

"You shouldn't say the H-Word," Adam answered in the most innocent way possible.

"Hell?"

Adam's hands flew to his ears and he started chanting "na na na na na" until Sam reached over and pulled Adam's arms down. The youngest Winchester stared unblinkingly at Sam. Sam couldn't really comprehend what he was seeing. Adam's behavior seemed…uncharacteristic for someone who got out of hell. Dean had been brooding for months after his years in hell. Sam himself…well he really couldn't say considering his body was walking the earth for a good year without a soul and if he bothered to remember he'd most likely end up comatose.

Sam felt a light tapping and looked down to see Adam's foot was rocking back and forth, his toes just barely touching Sam's knee.

"Adam, what do you remember of…the bad place?" Sam asked, trying a different approached. The young blond tilted his in a matter that rivaled Cas's.

"Bad place?"

"With the angels."

"Oh, the shinny place. It was shinny. They were shinny. But mean. They liked to…" Adam's demeanor suddenly changed. His leg stopped rocking back and forth as his entire body went rigid. His eyes widened as the color drained from his face. His bottom lip started to tremble as the light in his eyes started to go out.

"Adam? Adam?" Sam instinctively reached out and shook the boy by his shoulders. "ADAM!"

And as fast as it started, Adam returned to normal. Blue eyes blinked awake, staring fearfully at Sam. "Y-you're hurting me Sam."

Sam blinked back in surprise. He loosened his grip on Adam's shoulder and the boy eased. He resumed rocking his leg back and forth. He had a feeling they wouldn't be getting anything out of Adam, and if the snarky stubborn blond they met was really gone, then they needed to get this innocent and frightened blond somewhere safe.

When Dean returned from his little drive, Sam relayed the earlier events to him. To say Dean was pleased was like saying he'd pick cake over pie. Dean decided it was best to take Adam to Bobby's ASAP. He figured that is Adam was broken, he might as well be somewhere a lot safer than a two bit motel. What they didn't know was that by taking Adam with them, they had signed their own death warrants.

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"Please, I didn't know."

"Begging should be beneath you brother."

"B-but we've fought together side-by-side for so long brother. Please don't-."

The sound of metal slicing through the air cut the angel off.

"You foolishly thought you would have made a better God than our father? Or a better general than the one our father rose from the dead twice? I you need to be taught a lesson. Doesn't he brother?"

A silver blade ripped through Raphael's chest, the archangel's eyes and mouth started to glow a heavenly blue before he exploded into scattering grace. The poor saleswoman he had been riding grumbled to dust. Standing where Raphael once stood was a handsome man with shocking blond hair and a smirk on his face. The man wiped his blade on his green over shirt.

"My my Michael, to think I'd see the day."

"Shut up Lucifer," scoffed a dark haired youth who bore a striking resemblance to Dean. "We've got a Winchester to find."