Sam resurrected Adam with the help of Castiel and it went much quicker than doing it on his own. Dean agreed to teach Adam the tricks of the trade while Sam dealt with the demons; more specifically, making sure that none of them would be breaking seals. Lilith had gone into hiding when the first Seal was broken and no one had seen her. Sam had a group of demons gathered in his throne room (Which adjusts its size depending on how many demons he needs to fit in it), some of them were wearing vessels and some of them were just clouds of black smoke. There were nervous murmurs spreading through the crowd.
"I have an announcement," Sam said, not yelling but projecting instead. "The seals on Lucifer's cage have started breaking." There were cheers from the demons, but Sam shook his head. "If he rises, we are all dead." The crowd went stark silent. A few of them voice their opinion loudly. "What are you doing?" Lucifer hissed.
"Do you ever wonder why Lucifer created demons? Because he wanted to show God how terrible humans really were. Do you really think he would want you running around when, to him, you are worse than humans? He created you to make a point, and he will destroy you for the same reason."
"B-but he's like us!" One of them cried, and Sam shook his head.
"Lucifer is an archangel; to him, you are worse than the things he hates most. He thinks he justified, not evil."
There was a reason he didn't make this announcement to all of Hell; convincing small amounts of demons at a time would be simpler than one large crowd. Once he had convinced this group and taken care of any of the die-hard Lucifer devotees, another group would be ushered in and the process would repeat. He didn't want a revolt on his hands, after all. Lucifer was yelling at him, but Sam just ignored him. The groups came and went, and by the time he was done he was exhausted. He killed a lot of old and powerful demons, and he felt drained. He also felt his Lucifer induced headache get worse.
Dean was waiting near his bedroom door when Sam got there.
"You look terrible," He said with thinly veiled concern on his face, and Sam huffed a laugh. "I think I'm gonna crash here tonight," He said casually, but Sam frowned.
"What about Adam?" Sam asked. Dean shrugged.
"He's holed up in a motel for the night. Either way, time is different down here, remember? I'll only be gone, like, half an hour." Sam staggered a little and Dean grabbed his arm and walked with him into the room. They heard a shout and the sound of someone hitting the sink from Sam's connected bathroom. The looked at each other and Dean pulled out his demon knife as they moved forward. He began carrying it in Hell again after he heard the first seal broke. No danger in him shedding blood now.
There were more sounds of fighting, then a resounding thump of a large body hitting the tile. They walked in to see Meg pinning a man to the floor next to the tub.
"Honey, I'm so glad you're home. Dinner will be done soon." She joked dryly
"What happened?" Sam asked, sounding unimpressed. Dean gave him a look.
"This your new normal?"
"Everyone wants to kill the king." Meg said, "I came to check before you got here- Ya' know, with you being drained and all- and found him waiting with this little pig sticker." She held up a blade that looked vaguely like Ruby's knife, but smaller. Sam snorted.
"You think that would kill me?" He asked. The demon paled and his eyes flashed black. Sam took the knife from Meg before stabbing the demon she was pinning down in the throat. It flashed more yellow than orange. He wiped the blade off on the dead demon's clothes and handed it to Dean. "You can never have too many demon killing knives," He muttered before walking to the king-sized bed and promptly passing out.
"He really wiped himself out today," Meg murmured from the bathroom doorway. She sounded worried, and Dean gave her sideways look as he started taking his brother's shoes off.
"Since when do you give a fuck about my brother?" She glared at him.
"I'm simpler than you think. I figured out one thing about this world- just one pretty much. You find a cause and you serve it. Give yourself over and it orders your life. Azazel's mission was it for me until you killed him. I guess it still sort of is, ya know, Sam becoming the Boy King of Hell. It's not at all like he wanted it to be, but… Obviously, these things shift over time. We learn, we grow.
"Now, for me currently, the cause is keeping Sam on the throne; because despite the fact that he is a goodie two shoes who wants to save innocent people, Hell is better than it's been in centuries. I know what I'm supposed to do, and it's not screw over the most powerful man in Hell." Dean was a little thrown by this speech. He had expected something flippant or sarcastic, not the fiery passion burning in her eyes. He definitely hadn't expected it to hit home for him. For him it had always been avenging Mom and protecting Sammy. He had already avenged his mother, and…
"Yeah. Yeah, I get that." He said finally and went back to untying his brother's shoes. After all, his and Meg's causes were not so different, different means to the same end. Protecting Sam Winchester was not the easiest job in the world, but they would probably both agree that it's worth it.