So...Chapter 3! Yay! Please enjoy this little POV from our dear friend Adam Milligan.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural.

Angels.

Yeah. Honest-to-God warrior guys with wings.

Who would've thought that they actually exist?

Oh, and my apparent long-lost brothers! What the hell is up with the family matters these days?

But back to angels.

Zacariah was a douchebag from the second he resurrected me. He was old, balding, and a whole big pile of empty promises. I hated his guts, but he'd told me all about the Winchesters, and how even though they were apparently my brothers, they were evil. He was the only source of information I had since I'd been resurrected, so I had no choice but to trust them.

My story as a vessel, however, is short.

I was taken to the Green Room by Zacariah, who was bearing promises of seeing my mother again if I obeyed. So I obeyed.

There were these really good burgers and sandwiches there. I took to eating them immediately, though Zachariah was being rude about me apparently being rude.

Then Zachariah told me that I was just bait for my emotionally, mentally, and erotically (erotically?) codependent brothers. Dean Winchester was going to say yes to Michael if that meant saving me.

If Dean had been there right when I'd found that out, I would've told him to shut the hell up and save his precious Winchester breath.

Because after they arrived- without the creepy staring angel, I might add- Zachariah forced Dean to say yes and if he didn't, Sam and I would be slowly killed.

So Dean said yes.

But then he stabbed Zachariah right in his lying, dickhead throat.

Gotta love brothers.

So, of course, Sam and I stopped coughing up blood. Dean helped our taller brother up off the ground and escorted him out of the Green Room, and I tried to follow. The door shut before I could escape as well.

And then Michael came, in a blinding light that nearly burned my eyes out.

But it didn't. I was taken by that light, was taken as a vessel even I as I cried out, "No!"

And then Michael was forcing his way into my body, pushing me aside with only one thought- I must fulfill my destiny.

Yeah, good luck, champ.

And then, after a series of events that I can barely remember, it was time.

Stull Cemetery.

The location for the final showdown.

Michael and I- we- would finally fulfill our destiny.

Sam Winchester was there, but Michael reminded me that he was Lucifer now. Just Lucifer wearing Sam like a coat, as Michael was inhabiting me.

Dean arrived, and I could feel Michael whine, as if he was longing to be with his one true vessel in order to fight Satan. But all Dean wanted was a few minutes with Sam, as if his baby brother could be able to break past Lucifer.

I refused- no, Michael refused- but then Castiel, the little upstart of an angel, incinerated my body with holy fire.

That hurt like a bitch, as I might add.

I came back, though. Michael, too.

And we were there to see Sam take over his body again and open the Pit. Michael cried out, reaching my arm out to grab Sam's jacket, but then we were getting pulled in too.

And we fell straight into Hell, courtesy of my brother.

Of course, Lucifer and Michael didn't like that. They used us as their rats, testing us to se what we could take before we broke.

And we broke.

Sam was taken away after a while, though. Castiel came and took him first, but he accidentally left my brother's soul behind. Whoops. Sorry, angel, but I think you forgot part of your human. Lucifer and Michael laughed at Sam's soul and whipped and slashed it beyond repair for years.

Then Death came.

He yanked Sam's flayed soul from the two archangels, and before he disappeared, the Horseman turned to me.

"It could've been you, but Dean was adamant that he wanted Sam."

And then Death was gone.

And I was alone.

Adam Milligan, alone with two angels of God.

I am Adam Milligan, and when I get out, I'm going to kill Dean Winchester for leaving me here.

Please review! Next up...probably Sam. Be afraid. Be very afraid.