Ch.1

Introductions

Crowley looked around his throne room and watched the other demons squirm in discomfort. He waved away the clinging smoke in the room, all that remained of the demon who mocked him. What was his name? Crowley decided it didn't matter. As his eyes passed over the torches and gray walls, he remarked on how well this room was lit. It was as if sunlight were streaming into the space instead of screams... Not that he liked sunlight. Though the phenomena had fascinated him during his... affliction, it moved him no more. Crowley shook his head and took note of the large queue growing at the door of the hall. He was pleased to see that no one made a move to step forward, their eyes glazed with fear and respect. Excellent. If only Dean had shown him some respect.

"Listen up everyone!" Crowley said powerfully, enjoying how a few troublesome demons flinched, expecting punishment. "I have gathered you all here for a purpose. I need my very best. I have a task for you." Crowley's voice dropped to a dangerous hiss. "I need someone to kill Dean Winchester." He paused, and let the silence condense. One by one the demons converged in conversation, whispering as they all looked to another to step up to the task. Crowley was displeased to see that they all appeared to be afraid to take out the newly minted Knight of Hell. Then, amidst the murmuring, a voice rang out, clear as a bell.

"I'll do it." A hush fell over the demons, as everyone turned to face who had spoken, a tall man in the far back of the crowd. Crowley leaned forward, interested, but found he could not make out the demon's face. He gestured for the man to step forward. Once he did, Crowley could do little but stare and gawk. Finding so many anomalies with the man- no, boy would be more accurate- he decided to speak on the most obvious one.

"You're not a demon."

The blonde haired boy sighed. "No, but when I die I probably will be." Crowley smirked.

"You're not a demon, but you think you can take on a Winchester? A Winchester who is also a Knight of Hell? One of those things is bad enough, but put those two together and it's a nightmare for demons, humans, and angels alike." The boy chuckled.

"Where I'm from would give nightmares even to the King of Hell. Your Majesty." Crowley disliked the sarcasm spoken with his title, but found himself intrigued by the human. It wasn't often there was anything other than a demon in hell. Speaking of demons, the crowd at the door were watching intently, looks of delight on their hideous faces. They clearly expected the boy to be punished for speaking to the king so frankly. Crowley hadn't decided, but he did know that he wanted to find out who this boy was. He got up from his throne and walked down from the dias to the boy in front of him, and began to pace around him. The boy, irritated, matched his pace, until the two were circling each other, firing questions and responses.

"How does a human end up in hell?"

"Is that a joke? Wasn't everyone in here human at some point?"

"Just answer the question."

The boy sighed. "Most are dragged down by hellhounds. I was dragged down by something much worse."

"A demon?"

"My brother. Speaking of which, I've been trying to find him." The boy stopped pacing and glanced at the demons in the back and frowned slightly when he did not find what he was looking for. He resumed pacing.

"Your brother? Oh, do I have experience in family drama." Crowley smiled as the boy rolled his eyes."Let me guess. The hounds came for your brother as his ten years were up, and he tried to have them take you instead of him. Happens all the time."

"Something like that."

"What doesn't make sense is how you're still human. Or not on the torture rack."

"True but I'm not going to explain anything. Do I get the job or what?"

Crowley liked the boy's sass but something was off about him. It wasn't often demons, or humans, threw themselves into something as stupid as hunting a Winchester unless it was personal. "Hold your horses, boy." Crowley said. "Surely you've heard rumors of the Winchesters."

The boy smirked. "I have."

"All the more reason to run scared. What makes you so special?" And suddenly Crowley knew who this boy was. The cocky attitude, the way he held himself, high but incredibly beaten down. And Crowley knew he had found his assassin. He still had to be sure though... "I'll ask you again. What makes you think you can take down Dean Winchester?"

Adam Milligan smiled. "I've been in the cage with Michael and Lucifer for 600 years. I think I can handle my brother."

A/N

Hey guys! Thanks for reading! If you loke this story, be sure to check out my teen wolf crossover, "Blood on my Name." Adam isn't in it, but you should check it out. This is my second fic, so I will happily take reviews and suggestions. Lots of the story is already written, so there will be an update soon. Author's notes will always be at the bottom. This is an alternate Season 10, so if you haven't seen that beware of spoilers. Enjoy!