So I wrote this in about forty minutes, not gonna lie. Adam just deserves to get pulled outta Hell, and since he's been down there so long, let's kick it up a notch and let him be saved by a pretty lady! Depending on R&R I may write more, kthxbai!
His breath was caught in his throat. He felt trapped, boxed in, helpless. It was a familiar feeling, one that he had experienced once before. It was something he would never forget. Something cold took hold of his wrist. He tried to move, tried to fight whatever it was but his mind and body seemed to be operating separately. There was a rush of air, something that felt free about him, and once more he was encased in blackness; an all too comfortable blackness.
The air filling his chest burned his lungs. Blue eyes shooting open he gasped, his breaths were gravelly and strained as he took them in for the first time in all too long. Heart pounding in his chest, eyes wide like an animal getting chased by a predator he sat up quickly, looking about the place he was in. It appeared to be nothing more than a simple room; single bed, night stand, TV, bathroom. Was he in a motel room? As he took in the appearance of the place he was in he saw movement out of his peripheral vision, making his eyes snap over to a chair in the corner. There sat a young woman, cross legged and eyes fixed on him.
She stared at him a moment, expression blank, before something of a smile finally came to her fair features. "Mornin' sunshine." She greeted, standing up and stretching long, pale legs. She was wearing all black shorts and a tank top, no shoes, and a bracelet on her left hand. He eyed her, brow furrowing as she walked over to him and leaned down, a curtain of long, straight, ashen-auburn hair brushing over her shoulder. She reached for him, his jaw clenched, and he pulled away, tempted to swat at her hand. "Take it easy…you've got big ole clumps of dirt in your bangs." Once more she reached forward, this time scraping out said dirt from matted light brown locks, making him duck his head to prevent them from getting any in his eyes – not that he wasn't caked in it already.
As she stepped away, popping her knuckles he stared at her back, looking her up and down a moment before looking down at himself, covered in dirt from head to toe. Standing up he didn't bother brushing any of it off, having it done once before, and instead gave a hard stare at the young woman a few feet away. "Are you an angel?" He asked bluntly, no room for jokes in his tone. She turned, looking like he just told bad joke, and chuckled, "No." He expected her to say more, but she didn't; she just turned back around and went to sit on the end of the bed. Slightly frustrated he took a few steps forward, briefly holding his arms out to the side and giving her a questioning tilt of the head. "A demon?" Her response to that one was another chuckle, albeit a bit louder, before responding once more with a blunt, "No."
With a frustrated, deliberate movement he swiped a hand over his brow. "Then what the hell are you?" His voiced was raised, though not quite yelling. She raised a brow at him, looking over his face a few seconds before standing up. Placing a hand on his shoulder she looked up at him, tilting her head slightly to the side in an almost cocky gesture. "I'm the one who saved your ass from the Pit." She paused for about the span of two seconds, allowing a short stare down before patting his cheek and giving a crooked smile. "Welcome back, Adam."