Hey guys! I decided to put my author's notes at the beginnings so I don't intrude upon the endings. Sorry this chapter is so short, but it's action packed. It's a direct tag to Soul Survivor, (as you can probably figure out from the title,) but after this, the pot diverges. I'll update again tomorrow, because this chapter is so short, but after that it might be a day or so because I need to write more. Thanks so much for the review and support, make sure to check out my teen wolf crossover "Blood on my Name," and as always, enjoy!
Ch. 4
Soul Survivors
Adam heard things as he ran. Shouting, mainly coming from Dean, but with the occasional reply from Sam. He couldn't focus on the words, he was mainly focused on running, to where he had no idea, and how he would survive he also had no idea. Adam knew, however, that he had to find Sam before Dean did. Not just for Sam's sake, but for his. His fevered brain kicked into survival gear. He needed a weapon. Now. He had ditched the handcuffs- the clattering in his pocket had slowed him down, and, as Dean pointed out, they were now useless- and was relying solely on hs hearing. It didn't help that the place echoed. He had only the faintest idea where Sam and Dean were in this labyrinth, and where they were in reference to each other.
After who knows how long, Adam stumbled back into the control room. Tripping over his own feet in haste, he fumbled with a drawer in a nearby table, hoping to find something, anything to help him. Car keys, a gun... aha! In the drawer side by side were two hammers. Adam picked one up and tested the weight in his hand. Good enough. This should do alright. He had begun to have hope again when the lights shut off and and alarm blared. Then the lights came back on, flashing red. This must be Sam's idea of keeping Dean contained in the bunker. Oh boy, Dean is NOT going to be happy! And indeed Adam heard the angry roar of his demonic brother. Panicking on how close to the control room it sounded, Adam gulped, before picking a random hallway and heading on his way.
Heading through empty tunnels alone, in red flashing lights, waiting to be on the receiving end of fratricide, was really starting to mess with Adam's brain. His composure was slipping, the hand holding his hammer shaking. The boards in the back of his mind were splintering, and he was beginning to see glimpses of terrible things. When the lights had finally come back on, it was a relief. The semi-darkness and constant noise felt a little too much like downstairs, but that relief was short lived. Adam could hear his brothers shouting again, but with the echos and his pounding headache, it was impossible to gauge their distance. Therefore it was a complete surprise when Adam whirled around a corner and found himself facing Sam's back. Adam clamped a hand over his own mouth to stop a surprised yelp that threatened to escape, but luckily Sam hadn't noticed him. He was too preoccupied with Dean smashing a door to bits before his very eyes. On close observation, it could be seen that Dean was smashing said door with a familiar-looking hammer. Adam in his mind's eye pictured the drawer in the control room. The door he had failed to close completely. Dean had the other hammer. Dean was using it to smash down a door. Dean was going to kill them.
A sizable hole was in the door, enough for Dean to have visibility of both his brothers. "You act like I want to be cured!" he shouted at Sam, but his eyes were looking at Adam. "Personally, I like the disease." Run. His eyes seemed to say. I'm going to kill Sammy. And then I'm going to kill you.
It wasn't a warning. It was a hunter glorifying in the chase.
For the first time in his life Adam listened to Dean without question. He turned and bolted, the pattering of his feet noiseless against a cacophony of splintering wood. By the time Sam ran as well, Adam was long gone in some distant hallway, panting for breath, and cursing whoever had created the monster that was Dean Winchester.
"C'mon, Sammy! Let's have a beer, talk about this!" It had only been minutes and Dean was egging his brother on again. Adam couldn't tell from where, only that the voice was behind him and that was bad. In front of him, Adam saw Sam, crouched around a corner, hoping to catch sight of his brother. Sam had ran past Adam's hideout hallway only a minute previously, and Adam, lacking better judgement, had followed him. He crept up behind Sam, not sure if he would attack him or knock him out or beg him for help. Sam, in his observance, was oblivious, and Adam had time to contemplate the phenomena of his existence. He looked just like Lucifer- even after Sam left the cage Lucifer had occasionally used his visage- and yet in so many ways wasn't. It was fascinating really. Then the sole of Adam's shoe squeaked on the tiled floor, and Sam whirled around in alarm, blinking in surprise at what was surely the last thing he expected to see; Adam Milligan, in all his glory, with a hammer raised threateningly.
"Adam?" Sam said, half a question, half a shout of surprise. He looked accusing and confused, but it slowly gave way to mild surprise and sympathy. He reached out to grasp his shoulder but Adam jumped back in alarm. It was too much- Hell and Crowley and Dean and now his brother looking exactly like the Devil and oh god the fear of being killed and going crazy and what's Sam going to do to him and forget that what's Dean going to do to him and the hammer! It was too much, so Adam swung his hammer harshly at Lucifer's exposed head.
It took a half-second for Adam to regain control of his mind, but by then it was too late. Sam, to his credit, easily dodged Adam's blow, and looked only mildly alarmed Then, suddenly, he looked a great deal more alarmed.
'That's enough!" said a gruff voice behind Adam, and he had only a moment to register the hands around his arms before he was pitched violently backwards, ending up in a heap along the opposite wall. Sam squawked in alarm at the sickening crunch! Adam had made upon impact, but instead of helping him stood transfixed in horror. Pain coursed through Adam's system, primarily a sharp pain in his head and upper back, where he had hit the wall. It took all his strength to open his left eye- his right eye being pressed against the ground- and he saw from an askew angle as Dean walked over from where he had thrown Adam to where said boy lay pathetically on the ground. He squatted down to be level with him. "Listen, kid, if anyone gets to kill my brother, it's going to be me. Understand?" Dean shot him with a look so sharp, Adam felt compelled to nod in response, despite the now searing pain in his forehead. Then, in a movement so terrifyingly quick and catlike, Dean raised himself from the ground, ran to his brother, and swung his hammer at his head. This time, Sam was forced to duck, and that was all Adam saw before he blacked out.