Part Two
Adam was furious since he knew his argument would be invalid and Dean appeared to be deaf every time he tried to persuade him. He hated his oldest brother was so wayward. However, he didn't have any other choice but to accept his decision and move to the home of that annoying angel called Balthazar sooner than had been planned. Great…
Although, it wasn't so bad after all. He got practically a whole level to himself, two rooms and a bathroom and it was pretty okay, plus, he didn't meet Balthazar much, only sometimes when he went downstairs to find something to eat in the kitchen. That was when they had their first argument.
"Hey, there's nothing to eat." Adam stated amazed as he opened the fridge and found it empty.
"Well, I don't eat." Balthazar replied from the living room, not really caring.
"But I do." Adam insisted, sighing frustrated as he appeared in the doorway.
"Then go and buy food."
"Then would you give me some money?" Adam had a hard time to keep his voice calm.
"I can't hear the magic word, kid." Balthazar stared at him nonchalantly and Adam clutched his fists.
"Please." He said through gritted teeth.
"See, it wasn't that hard." Balthazar teased with a pleased smirk and threw a wallet to him. "Shop's on the corner."
Adam only rolled his eyes and left, he needed some time in the fresh air to clear his mind anyway. He didn't want to live with Balthazar…
#
Dean was lying on his stomach on the bad, flipping through the local newspapers lazily in the cheap motel room. Sam was sitting on the floor at the round-shaped coffee table, doing some research via Internet while Cas was simply leaning against the wall, waiting for the Winchesters to finish.
"Here says a couple were found dead in the woods, missing some internal organs." Dean said, looking at Sam.
"It could have been a wild bear. Werewolves only eat the heart." Sam reasoned, but typed the date to find out if there was a full moon that night.
"Well, this article doesn't seem very specific so we should just check it anyway." Dean insisted.
"Okay, there was a full moon that night so maybe you're right. I'm gonna ask the locals." Sam stated, shutting his laptop down and reaching for his wallet and fake FBI badge, passing the latter to Dean. He would lie he is a journalist and then could ask questions but Cas and Dean would definitely need those passes to see the corpses in the hospital.
"I'll be back for dinner." Sam said before he left, heading towards the nearest pub in town. Always the best place to get information.
"Well, let's see if they are heartless." Dean joked as he stood up, earning a disapproving eye-rolling from his boyfriend. It wasn't funny at all.
It was pretty difficult but finally they got to pass the security and got the permission to examine the dead bodies. Both Dean and Cas had seen some pretty rough stuff already but it wasn't a pleasant view, the bodies already started rotting because they were found late. The girl couldn't be more than eighteen, and Dean was sure she used to be a real beauty when she was alive. She had her heart missing, while the guy, her boyfriend, was covered witch deep scratches and bites, missing most of his inner organs. There was no doubt the work of a werewolf, probably two. But that leaves a question, why the girl's heart only. True, the guy didn't have most of his lungs and his liver, but his heart was mysteriously untouched.
Dean asked if there was any other animal attack recently and the doctor, Thomas, showed them two more corpses. They were also in their early twenties with no heart.
"We're pretty clueless, though." Dr. Thomas admitted as Cas was examining the body of another girl. "It's strange the animals only eat their hearts. Everyone's saying that the Atlantica High School is cursed."
"You mean, they are from the same school?" Dean asked with a frown, faking to be shocked.
"Yes." The doctor nodded.
"Strange, indeed." Dean repeated then turned to Cas. "Let's go, we're done here. Thank you, doctor."
An hour later they were back in the motel room, finding Sam sitting in front of his laptop already, being lost in his thoughts.
"What's up, man?" Dean asked as soon as he had stepped inside, Cas closely following him.
"The folks are pretty sure the local high school is cursed." Sam informed them but Dean waved him off.
"We already know that. There were two more bodies. Everyone from the same school, three girls missing their hearts and a boy being torn apart, but his heart remained untouched." He summed.
"The attacks weren't on the same night which means…"
"Purebloods, dammit." Dean finished Sam's sentence, sighing frustrated. "I fuckin' hate them."
"You're not alone with that." Sam grunted darkly. "Anyway, I'm checking their classes, maybe the killer is their class-mate or teacher."
"Have you found anything useful yet?"
"I have to go." Cas cut into the conversation and before anyone could open their mouths, he was gone.
"I fuckin' hate this, too." Dean grunted but shook his head, trying to concentrate. "So?"
"There's a guy, the girl's named Amanda's ex-boyfriend."
"Jealousy?"
"Could be. And there's a teacher who takes the kids eventually to the woods on a trip."
"So what?" Dean frowns.
"Dunno, but it seems suspicious, don't you think? I mean, she probably knows the forest well. Maybe she shows nice places, knowing the kids would go back later without her to hang out."
"Okay, I'm gonna find this teacher, you get the jealous ex." Dean stated, loading his gun with silver bullets.
"Fine." Sam agreed, also loading his gun. They were going to investigate, but you never know how it will turn out. Better to be prepared for the worst, anyway.
#
Sam slowed the car down to read the street's name then stopped the engine. He found the house. The boy's name was Paul and he was the ex-boyfriend of Amanda, the girl of the couple found dead. He locked the car and turned, accidentally bumping into some pedestrian.
"Oh, sorry." Sam excused himself but gaped at the man as he got a better look at his face. He looked similar to Lucifer. No, he was looking exactly like Lucifer.
"Is there a problem, sir?" Lucifer's face turned into a woman in his late thirties, brown eyes and brown hair, dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tee. Sam shook his head, clearing his mind hastily. How impossible.
"Uhn, no, sorry." He mumbled and hurried away, panting for air. He turned left on the corner and leant against a fence, breathing heavily. Having visions of Lucifer was never a good sign. His heart was thumping fast, like it was about to rip out of his chest but it wasn't due to fear or nerve. It was excitement.
"Dammit!" Sam groaned, helplessly, desperately trying to collect his thoughts. He couldn't show up like a madman, lying he was from the FBI and start questioning a boy at nine o'clock. 'Okay, calm down, breathe deep. It's only my imagination, Lucifer can't know where I am.'
It took him more than six minutes to relax but he did, eventually, and walked up to the front of door of house numbered forty-two, ringing the doorbell and holding his fake FBI pass in hand. He heard approaching footsteps and soon the door opened slightly, a middle-aged man peering out.
#
"Damn, it was just a waste of time. Please, tell me you were luckier than me." Dean groaned frustrated as he threw himself onto the bed, covering his eyes.
"Well, I wouldn't say that but he is still suspicious. He had a perfect alibi at the time when those two girls were attacked but when the couple… he was with his girlfriend, but he didn't tell me any details."
"Probably he didn't want to tell you in details how they had sex during the whole night." Dean said mockingly, earning a glare which he couldn't see.
"I'm going to visit this girl tomorrow, see if she tells a different story. I suggest you to go and ask the victims' parents and close friends about their enemies and latest arguments."
"Okay, but now, I'm gonna sleep. 'Night." With that, Dean ended their conversation. Sam didn't feel the urge to mention him about hallucinating Lucifer. He got everything under control. 'Like hell you do.' Said a mocking tone in the back of his mind but he ignored it.
#
It had already been a week since Adam started school. It was okay, he thought, but he still didn't have many friends. On the first day, he appeared to be invisible, no one cared about him, but at least, he didn't get into any trouble. No one seemed to care why he started this late. On the second day, a girl sitting beside him introduced herself, telling him her name was Carla and asked Adam about his studies. She seemed nice. On the third day he greeted her and she smiled back, saying him to join them. Adam was mostly silent but he wasn't alone at least and he enjoyed listening to the others' stories and jokes. He answered whenever somebody asked him a question but didn't bother with the details. There was no need for attention.
Living at Balthazar's was a real nuisance but he tried his best to get used to it. Whether he liked it or not, he was going to live there for at least two years so he should as well start liking it instead of complaining. He didn't have much other choice. However, he tried to meet with the angel as little as possible, let alone talking. Every time they talked Balthazar was mocking him or annoying him, acting as Adam was a real burden to him. He didn't understand it and didn't bother asking. He would get another mock as a reply anyway. So, Adam tried to focus on his newly made friends, hanging out with Carla and her friends after classes then going back to the house, locking himself up in his room and studying.
Then came probably the most shocking thing in his life after the ghouls and resurrection, of course, Balthazar appeared in his room on a Friday afternoon, dressed in a pair of black jeans and a V-necked crimson T-shirt. "Hey, kid." He greeted Adam who only looked at him expectantly. "I'm going to London to take care of some business. Wanna come with me?"
Adam gaped at him like a fish, amazed. "What?" He couldn't say more. What the hell was wrong with this angel? First, acting like he hated him, he didn't care at all, and now asking him to accompany him to another continent?!
"You've heard me right. Now will you come or stay?" He rolled his eyes, getting impatient.
"But… I-" He had never been to even another state, let alone another country. "Sure as hell I come." He grinned happily, jumping to his feet. "Just a sec." He hurried towards his bags, he didn't get to unpack his things yet, and quickly pulled a black shirt and a dark blue jumper out, changing hastily.
"Okay, we can go." He grinned, blue eyes practically shining in childish excitement as Balthazar placed a hand on his right shoulder and with a fluster of wings, they zapped to the capital of England.
#
The girl Sam questioned looked surprisingly calm and collected and though her story was pretty similar to the guy's, the young Winchester still thought there was something wrong with her so he decided to follow her later. He called Dean if he got anything but he wasn't very successful so Sam decided to meet up in their motel room and discuss things, then go and check the girl. It was the only track they got so as well have some use of it. At worst, she would happen to be innocent which Sam highly doubted though he didn't have any proof, only his instincts.
Sam instinct proved to be right on the next full moon. He was following her into the near woods and then popped up out of nowhere, asking the girl what she was doing there. She only gave him a smirk when a loud roar could be heard from really close. Sam tightened his grip on his gun as he turned to face an approaching, huge animal. As soon as he had turned his back, the girl leapt forward and hit Sam hard on the head. He fell on his knees, dropping his weapon.
"You should have left us alone." She stated with a sneer as the werewolf came to stand by her side.
"You're the pureblood." Sam panted scared as he reached for his gun which was quickly kicked away by the girl.
"I'm impressed." She grinned mockingly. "Maybe I should give you the same gift Paul had got."
"You turned him to kill Amanda." Sam shook his head in disgust. "And you killed her boyfriend. Why?"
"Because I can. That little bitch deserved it." She laughed hysterically, swiping her long, red hair from her face. "She knew damn well I was in love with James but she just had to steal him from me."
"And you killed her because of that?" Sam couldn't believe it. What was wrong with teenagers nowadays? Killing someone because of something stupid as this.
"Yeah. Well, actually, Paul killed her." She smiled at the werewolf beside her side. It growled impatiently and the girl faked a sympathetic expression. "Sorry, he is hungry." She explained. "It would be cruel to let starve any longer."
Suddenly, there was a sound of gunshot and Paul whined in pain, falling to his side. The girl let out a loud yell of 'no!' and leapt towards the tree where the shot came from, changing in mid-air with a howl. Sam started searching for his gun again, hastily, and released a relieved breath when he finally grabbed it.
"Sam!" Dean yelled as the werewolf grabbed him by his neck, choking him.
Sam fired but Paul appeared out of nowhere, knocking him to the ground again, smashing his gun in an instant. He crawled away as the werewolf jumped to tear him apart and managed to get away only by an inch. He got to his feet, running towards the tree where Dean dropped his own gun, trying to reach it. The girl werewolf howled in pain as Dean slit her arm with a knife and temporarily dropped him. Dean was gasping for air, holding his small knife in hand to defend himself while Sam was running as fast as he could to get away from the other werewolf. He didn't get too far when the werewolf grabbed him by his ankle and made him fell to the forest floor with a loud 'thump', pulling him towards his drooling jaws.
"SAM!" Dean cried out loud and tried to reach him but then the other werewolf blocked his way, not allowing him to do so. He tried to cause harm with his knife but its blade was too short and he had to avoid the sharp fangs and claws. He was helpless and stared horrified at Sam who was trying to kick the best off himself.
There was a second of bright, white light and the werewolf collapsed dead on the younger Winchester. The other beast quickly followed him.
"Cas." Dean sighed relieved, resting his hands on his knees. "Always at the best time." He grinned at the angel who responded with a small smile.
"Guys, would you mind helping me?" Sam's heavy breath cut into the silence and both Cas and Dean went to roll the beast off him, Dean helping him to his feet.
"You right, man?"
"Yeah." Sam sighed, wiping off the hot blood trailing down his forehead. "It's just a scratch." He waved Dean's worried look off, turning to head back to the car. He only wanted to be left alone and think why the hell did he call Lucifer's name when he thought it was the last second of his life?!
#
Since Cas came back Dean moved to the next door to finally have some time with his boyfriend, leaving Sam all alone to his thoughts after he made sure his little brother was really okay. So now he was lying on a couch, staring at the TV but not really watching it. Cas sat to the small spot which was unoccupied by Dean but then Dean suddenly sat up, too.
"I hate it when you disappear like that." He said reproachfully, staring at Cas who sighed.
"I'm sorry, there was an emergency." He explained but Dean didn't really care about that.
"You should have told me at least that." Dean retorted.
"If I had done that you would have been pissed off, too, because I didn't say any further details." Cas replied. It wasn't an accusation, only the truth and Dean knew that, and that pissed him off but he couldn't do anything about it so he just shrugged.
"Anyway, you should at least say something before you disappear like that for who knows how long. I do care, okay? Maybe I'm not showing it but every time you leave, I'm worried because I don't know if you would ever return." He burst out, shocking Cas.
"Dean." He smiled and placed his hand on his shoulder. "I'll be back, always. You just have to believe."
"Please, Cas, spare me from this whole belief thing, save it to the religious people."
"Then I ask you to trust me, okay? I'll never leave you, I promised." There was a long silence but then Dean's muscles relaxed under his touch and leant against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around Cas' waist.
"I'll try." Dean said finally and gave him a small grin, leaning closer.
"I love you." Cas smiled at him and pulled him closer, wrapping his around him and gave him a small peck on his lips. Dean's response was to place his palm against Cas' nape and make it a proper kiss by pushing his tongue inside. He could feel Cas grinning against his lips and in the next second he was pushing Dean down the couch, kissing him passionately.
#
Sam was already asleep, rolling on his bed from side to side, sweating and shaking, panting for air. He was having a nightmare. A very awful one. He was in a forest, running away from some vicious beast which he identified as a werewolf. He past Dean, yelling him to run but he just stood there and Sam stopped dead on his way, turning back only to see the werewolf tearing Dean apart. There were blood, and bones and inner organs everywhere and Sam was on the edge of throwing up when Cas appeared, pointing at him accusingly.
"It's your fault." He stated, blood trailing down on each sides of his head and he fell to the floor, dead. Sam fell to his knees and placed his hands on Cas, giving him a shake.
"Cas?" There was no reply, no movement. "Cas? C'mon, man, you can't be dead, please!" He yelled and then suddenly Cas sat up but his eyes were black, like a demon's. "You killed your brother." The demon-Cas stated and it pierced Sam's heart. Sam was backing as he was crawling towards him, blood trailing from his mouth and eyes and suddenly a hand grabbed Sam and yanked him up to his feet. He spun around immediately, and he was facing Lucifer.
"I swear, if this is one of your sick tricks, I'll kill you myself!" Sam threatened furiously but Lucifer looked genuinely surprised.
"What are you saying, Sam? I came here to-" He was cut off as the werewolf pushed his claws through his torso, then twisted his hand and pulled back. Lucifer's eyes went wide in pain and he opened his mouth to say something but only black blood came out as he dropped to his knees, helplessly. Sam caught him, lying him down carefully.
"You, you can't die, you're an angel." Sam mumbled in disbelief, staring into Lucifer's eyes which were blank.
"It's okay Sam. I have to die." He forced the words out with his last breath, managing a small smile before his head dropping.
"NO!" Sam screamed, shaking Lucifer violently but he didn't move anymore. A teardrop falling from his eyes and he squeezed them shut. 'This can't be real.' He kept on chanting to himself like it was a mantra.
Suddenly, Lucifer disappeared under his touch and Sam opened his eyes slowly.
"Sam?" A familiar voice called from behind and Sam turned around only to face Lucifer who was just as confused as he. "Sam, are you all right?" He asked as he approached him slowly and only then Sam realized he was crying. He was still under the shock of that nightmare and grabbed Lucifer's arm when he was within reach.
"Are you real?" He asked but it sounded more like a plead.
"Well, it's a dream so…" Lucifer answered with a frown, kneeling beside Sam. "Sam?"
Sam jumped slightly but shook his head. "I-I'm fine, sorry, but had a nightmare when you- I don't want to remember." He shook his head again, wiping his drying tears away. Suddenly, Lucifer's arm was around him and Sam was pulled into an unsure and slightly awkward hug by Lucifer.
And the worst thing was that he felt relaxed there, and buried his face into his chest, taking large sips of the air even though he knew it was only a dream; or at least something like that. "It felt so real." He admitted and Lucifer pulled him back a bit to look into his eyes.
"It's okay, Sam. You shouldn't be surprised at having nightmares, considering your life." Lucifer sounded almost understanding
"I'm sorry. It was just so real, I-"
"Shh. You're safe now." Lucifer gave him a small smile and Sam was staring at him amazed. Then, before he could stop himself, the question just slipped out of him.
"Last time… why did you stop?"
Lucifer looked genuinely surprised then gave him a smirk. "I didn't. You woke up."
Sam tensed upon hearing the answer but didn't pull back. He was just sitting there, having Lucifer's arms still loosely wrapped around him, their heads only a few inches away. There was something in Lucifer's ice-blue eyes which made Sam unable to look away. They were mesmerizing.
He didn't know what had gotten into him or why he was doing that, but he did that anyway. He leant forward and closed the gap between them, placing his lips over Lucifer's while he closed his eyes. He could sense that Lucifer tensed but it was only for a bare second then he pulled Sam closer, one hand sliding to rest on his nape, his fingers entangled in his messy, long, brown locks.
Lucifer forced his tongue past Sam's lips, demanding entrance and Sam was more than happy to grant access, opening his mouth obediently and allowing Lucifer to explore it greedily. He didn't know what was wrong with him, he wasn't even into guys but Lucifer wasn't a guy so technically Sam wasn't gay. And if he was, so what?
He also wrapped his hand around Lucifer, pulling him even closer than before, kissing back hungrily as the kiss grew deeper and wilder, their tongues battling for dominance which was obviously won by Lucifer in the end. The kiss didn't seem to end but at one point they broke apart, panting, their foreheads still touching.
Sam opened his eyes slowly and met Lucifer's. There was something lonely, something sad and something ancient in his gaze and there was something else, too, but Sam couldn't point out what it was. Then Lucifer gave him a cheeky smirk and was back to his usual self.
"Wow, Sammy, you're full of surprises." He teased, earning a death glare from the young Winchester.
#
It had already been two weeks since their little 'trip' to London and Adam was starting to think that despite Balthazar was usually an annoying, arrogant angel, he could be really nice and even funny sometimes. He still thought of him as a pain in the ass, it was like Balthazar was really his babysitter and Adam had to report everything he had done and had happened to him. He understood it was for his own safety but god, he was still a teenager and he had to have secrets, it was only natural. Balthazar would never understand it, he wasn't even human, how could he know anything about feelings?
It was Friday and everyone at school was struggling with the last period, to Adam, it was Biology. He liked Biology and was pretty good at it but seriously, he couldn't concentrate one bit at this late. Everyone released an audible sigh of relief as the bell rang and they could leave. Adam was packing his books away lazily when Carla stepped to him, flashing a shy smile.
"Hey, Adam."
"Hey." Adam smiled back, frowning as he waited Carla to say something. "Yes?"
"I was wondering… I'm having a party at my house tonight and would like you to come." She stuttered then blushed slightly, chewing on her red lips nervously. "Sorry, I know it's pretty late but… honestly… I didn't have the courage to ask before." She giggled a bit, looking away embarrassed.
Adam managed a small chuckle but then nodded, smiling. "It's okay. I'd love to go. When should I go over?"
"Umm, actually, it's right after school, I'm meeting the others outside." She explained.
"Oh." Adam was surprised. It was a little sudden.
"You can join us later if you want to." Carla added hastily, but looked slightly disappointed. Adam started to like her and didn't want to hurt her, so he shook his head, still smiling.
"No, it's fine. I'm coming with you." For a bare second, he considered sending a text message to Balthazar but then remembered he had left it at his house on purpose so he just grabbed his bag and stood up.
"Great." She exclaimed happily and grabbed his arm, leading him out of the classroom. The corridor was already empty and their steps echoed through the school, making it a bit too creepy for Adam's liking. He tried to calm his rapidly beating heart down, telling himself everything was okay and he was just paranoid but he had this small shiver running up and down his spine and he couldn't shrugged the bad feeling off.
Carla was still holding his arm gently and suddenly turned, smiling up at Adam shyly. Adam frowned, not understanding her at all but then her beautiful blue eyes turned into full black and her smile turned to be a wicked grin and Adam immediately knew she was a demon. He gasped and tried to back away but her grip was like iron and he couldn't free his arm.
"Carla, what-?" He panicked but then he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head and his vision got blurry. Seconds later, the world was dark around him and all he could think was what an idiot he was for trusting her.
#
Sam was walking from wall to wall nervously, the thoughts spinning in his head. Cas and Dean were in the room next door, finally having some private time and he was really glad for being left alone because he couldn't face them. Not after what he had done. Not after he had kissed the fucking Devil and he kissed him back!
He was both outrageous and terrified and nervous and worst of all, he had this small, warmth inside him every time he thought back. No, it wasn't happiness or love, hell, he didn't even like him. It was just… he felt safe and calm with him which was a really silly thought. He was Lucifer, the Devil himself! What was wrong with Sam?
Lucifer was just playing with him, trying to confuse him then he could strike at the most unexpected moment and Sam knew it but he didn't want to believe. Maybe it was just his imagination, but Lucifer was different since he came back. This reminded Sam that he should have told Dean and Cas about him but he didn't. He didn't understand why he was keeping it a secret, like he was feeling guilty which he – okay, he was.
All in all, he knew Lucifer wasn't to be trusted but Sam would be careful. He was determined to figure out what he wanted and then he would tell it Dean. But only then. Maybe.
Eventually, he calmed down a bit and after having a quick shower and eating dinner he threw himself onto the bed to finally have some sleep. And to meet Lucifer, hopefully. Something was definitely wrong with him…
#
Adam couldn't think. He couldn't move. His head was aching like hell, his thoughts were spinning around in his mind and he couldn't form a coherent thought. He had to try at least five times to open his eyes and then he had immediately regretted he had done so.
He was in a dark basement of probably a house which had been abandoned a long time ago. There was a sickening scent in the air which made him sick and he was close to throwing up. Something warm was trailing down on his left temple and he tried to move his hands only to grunt in pain. His hands were being chained to a pipe above his head and he also realized with much horror that his legs were also chained, he could barely move.
It took his eyes a few more minutes to get used to the dimly lit room and though he wasn't one of the easily-scared guys, he was starting to freak out. 'What the hell is happening?'
Just as he ended the thought the door of the basement opened and he could only see the shape of someone who stepped in. As he – or she – came closer, Adam's vision was getting clearer and he frowned when he was finally able to get a closer look at his kidnapper and his eyes went wide in shock.
"Carla?" He mumbled confused, not really understanding what was going on and what the kind, blonde haired girl wanted from him.
"Hi, Adam." She smiled at him sweetly and at the next moment she slammed the sharp blade of a knife into Adam's left thigh and he howled in pain as the thing tore up his skin, drawing tears into his blue eyes. Now he remembered faintly. Carla was a demon.
"Ca-carla?" He struggled to pant out the name but she didn't seem to care and twisted the blade inside him and Adam screamed again from the bottom of his lungs, struggling helplessly against his restraints which only made his wrists and ankles bruised.
"That's enough." A sturdy voice of a man could be heard from the direction of the door but Adam didn't have the strength to turn his head. He didn't know what was going on, what they wanted from him and why he had to be tortured. He wished to be in another place. Anywhere would have been better than this.
"He is no use of us dead." The man said as he walked up to Adam and lifted him by grabbing his chin so tight Adam thought he was going to crash his jaw. He gaped for air, trying to clear his vision, desperately trying to figure out what they wanted from him.
He got the answer immediately.
"If you call your angel baby-sitter, we will let you go, Adam." The man whispered, his friendly smile clearly a faked one.
Adam's stomach jumped upon hearing the words but he tried to act dumb. "What?" He panted.
The man let his chin go and Adam received a hard punch across his face, which made him to see stars. Literally. Then the man grabbed a fistful of hair and jerked his head up by brutal force, causing Adam to whine in pain.
"Don't play dumb, buddy, we both know what Balthazar is." The man growled slightly annoyed and Adam flinched at the name, trying his best not to think of the angel. He couldn't pray to him, he had to keep him away, he couldn't let these guys catch him.
"I- I can't." His breath hitched as he was forced to look into the man's eyes which was full of black. He glanced next to the man, realizing Carla also had those eyes. Demons. He should have known better.
"Don't try to trick me, son." He hissed dangerously.
"I- I don't. I can't call him." He insisted but only earned another slap.
"We'll see that." The man threatened then pulled the knife out of his thigh, causing Adam to growl in pain then he tore the chains off from the wall and Adam fell on his knees right in front of him, unable to get up with his bleeding leg, let alone escaping. He thanked god he had at least forgot his cell phone at home or these demons would have already called Balthazar.
"Do it." He heard the man's command and at the next moment Carla kicked into his ribs, causing him to fell onto his back, panting for air. The girl continued kicking and Adam could do nothing but curl up in a ball, trying to defend his head somehow while trying his best not to make any painful sound. He didn't want to give them the satisfaction.
"You still can't call him?" He could barely hear the question due to the throbbing sounds inside his head. He shook his head.
"He can't find me." Adam coughed up blood. "No angel can find me." He forced himself to speak, his throat dry, every word hurt as he was talking.
"If I were you, I'd hope at least." Carla laughed then lifted Adam from the ground with inhuman strength. "I bet if we keep torturing you long enough, he'll show up eventually." She whispered against his lips and Adam turned away, disgusted at the thought that the demon had almost kissed him.
He was horrified as an image of Balthazar popped up in his mind and he immediately turned his attention towards his aching body. He knew it was dangerous to even think of him. Even though he had the sigils carved into his ribs by Castiel, he was pretty sure Balthazar would find him if he prayed to him and if he appeared, these fucking demons would be pleased that he walked into the trap and Adam was sure there were more demons upstairs, waiting for the angel to appear at any moment.
"Well, I guess if he won't hear you through your mind, we just have to make you scream. Maybe, he will hear that." Carla teased playfully and Adam stared at her horrified as she grabbed his right arm and suddenly give it a twist.
Adam bit his bottom lip until it bleed as he heard the bone breaking, instantly followed by the unbearable pain. He cried out loud as he was thrown against the opposite wall, slumping down to the floor with his fractured arm and bleeding leg like a doll. He didn't know how much of this he could endure before he died. There were so many things he wanted to do and to say before the end and he felt regret, which was worse than any physical pain. He should have at least apologized Balthazar for behaving like a spoiled brat.
He felt being lifted again and he hated himself for being this weak. He couldn't even put up a proper fight, he had no chance to, he embarrassed himself as a Winchester, embarrassed his brothers and embarrassed Balthazar.
Balthazar.
His hands were tied on his back again and he didn't know who was holding his hair but he didn't even care. They could kill him. Then he wouldn't have to live with this shame and at least he could save Balthazar from being captured like a rat.
His head was pushed into a barrel of water and he struggled helplessly, trying to scream in fear but it only caused the water to get into his lungs. After half a minute, he was pulled back and he took large sips of the air after coughing up water mixed with his own blood.
"Still not willing to call your angel?" Carla asked sweetly against his ear, biting the shell and Adam shivered in disgust.
"Fuck you." He grinned and his head was roughly pushed into the water once again. He tried to pull his head back but Carla was holding him firmly and his whole body was jerking helplessly as he was trying to free himself.
The world became darker around him than it had already been and he knew if he lost his consciousness, he would die for sure. He heard a faint scream but wasn't sure if it was him or just his imagination then the darkness enveloped him.
Balthazar.
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Sam opened his eyes and a familiar feeling washed him over. He smiled softly and turned to look around, checking the place. He was in a forest, there were huge oaks everywhere and the sunshine could barely get through the thick tree-stratum. He could hear the birds happy chirping and smell the scent of nature which made him relaxed.
"Sam." It was Lucifer's voice but not his usual, sweetly dangerous whisper or teasing. He sounded pretty serious right now and Sam frowned immediately, spinning around to face him.
"What is it?" Sam asked confused. It was already weird Lucifer didn't call him 'Sammy'. Not that he missed it.
"Sam, listen to me." He stated, not even coming closer. Sam wasn't disappointed. Not at all. "I know you won't believe I have nothing to do with it." Lucifer managed a bitter chuckle; getting lost in his thoughts for a bare second then raised his glance at Sam, his ice-blue eyes dead-serious. "Adam is in danger."
"What?" Sam's frown grew deeper.
"You've heard me right. You need to help him, right now."
"But… How do you know it?" He stared at him, suspiciously. Why was he telling him this? What was his aim? Was it true?
Lucifer released a small sigh, his eyes looking somehow sad. "I'm still the Devil, Sam, the demons can't keep their secrets for too long."
Sam didn't know what he should think. If it was just a trap he would lead Dean and Cas straight into it, making himself a traitor but if Lucifer was telling the truth, then Adam's life was in danger. He was hesitating, whether to ask it or not but Lucifer made the decision instead.
"I'm not lying. Now go." He broke the tensed silence and before Sam could reply he was back in his room, staring at the ceiling. His stomach was making backflips and he was at a loss what he should do but then remembered how sincere Lucifer seemed and he decided to trust him. He didn't have any other chance so he got to his feet, rushing over to Dean and Cas, intending to tell them what he knew. Okay, he wouldn't mention he got the information from the Devil himself, he wasn't prepared for that yet.
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