What the Hell is that? Adam asked as soon as they landed.

Adam felt Lucifer's unease, though it was clear that the angel was trying to hide it. It seems our siblings are competing in The Who-can-be-more-stupid Contest. Seems like those morons tried to smite Aunt Amara.

Sam pulled away abruptly, and Lucifer made no move to stop him. It wasn't until then that Adam noticed the familiar black car pulled onto the side of the road. Sam crouched down beside the car where Dean sat, sweating and groggy but otherwise unharmed.

Smiting sickness, Lucifer informed Adam. He'll be fine as long as he doesn't get any closer to ground zero.

"Dean! Are you okay?"

"Peachy." Adam's oldest brother spit and then sat back against his car. "Did Cas get ahold of you? I tried calling you, but I couldn't get through."

Castiel? The name echoed between Adam and Lucifer, but neither had answers for the other.

Sam looked around briefly. "Where is Cas?"

Dean thumped his head lightly against his car. "You just missed him. He ran off to see if Amara's really dead."

"What? Alone?!"

The comforting chill of Lucifer's grace fluxed and expanded.

What are you doing? Adam asked.

Trying to find my brother. Ask yours how he's still alive.

Considering you're the one who killed him, that might not be the best thing to ask.

Lucifer murmured a reluctant agreement, and approached Sam and Dean. Adam was a bit unsure of their welcome but he was still so very glad to see them. Sam caught the motion and lifted a hand in warning. "Don't!"

Lucifer raised Adam's hand's, trying to go for harmless and placating. "Easy there Sam. I wouldn't bring us here just to hurt Dean. Or you, for that matter."

Sam pursed his lips but said nothing. Dean turned his head and squinted up at them. His face immediately crumpled. "Adam?" He croaked.

There's the Winchester guilt again, Lucifer noted.

Adam nudged at Lucifer's control. Move over Luce. Let me handle this. When the Archangel complied Adam crouched down so he could look both of his brothers in the eye. He smiled, knowing it looked a little sad, but it was an honest one. "Hey Dean. Heard you and Sam have been busy."

Dean made a strangled noise in his throat. "There's no way you . . . you can't be- Sammy?" He had turned to look at Sam to see his expression was hard and closed off.

"Stop playing with us," Sam ground out.

"I'm not," Adam insisted. "We're not."

Dean's expression hardened as well. "Michael?"

"No," Sam grimaced, his knuckles turning white on Dean's jacket. "It's Lucifer."

Dean looked caught between drawing a weapon and being violently ill.

"You asked for help. So here we are," Adam said firmly. Seeing that both his brothers were still tense, he plopped himself down on the pavement, and made an attempt at lightening the mood. "Amara must be pretty big fish to have Luce so worked up. You know, I didn't know angels could have aunts until today?"

"Why should we believe anything you have to say?" That was Dean.

"Trust would be nice, but it's not a requirement." Adam met Dean's fire with calm. "By the way, Luce mentioned something called smiting sickness. You'll be fine as long as you avoid where the smiting actually happened."

Sam looked ready to speak, but Dean patted his arm and beat him to it. "Cas told me the same thing. So that checks out at least."

Lucifer tugged at Adam's attention. I found Castiel. He's not far.

Adam could feel the stifled wave of fear. But?

Amara it there and very much alive.

"Okay," Adam said aloud, running a hand through his hair. Then he turned to his brothers. "Shit. Okay. Sam, take Dean and go. We're going to go fetch Castiel before he gets himself killed for good."

Sam's face scrunched up, like he heard the words, but he couldn't decipher their meaning.

Adam stood, and then offered up control back to Lucifer. His soul sank into Lucifer's grace, acknowledging his fear and offering what comfort he could. Ready?

No, he admitted, even as he spread his wings. But here we go.

From one blink to the next, they were in The edges of a forest.

There before them was Castiel and a woman in a black dress. They were circling each other around the body of a dead woman, neither taking note of the new arrival.

Which was very good because Lucifer was assessing the situation and Adam needed a moment.

Because it was then that Adam realized his long exposure to Lucifer's grace might have left a few lingering side effects. Adam was having a bizarre sort of double vision. He could see the bodies moving before him, but he could also see that they were more.

There was shining Castiel, a mere ember glow compared to Lucifer's brilliance, but still impressive even with his battered grace and shredded wings. Adam hoped Lucifer wasn't wholly responsible for that.

And then there was a woman who was a terrifying contradiction of vastness and void.

Amara.

The Darkness to my Father's Light, Lucifer told him.

Castiel stood firm against one the most powerful beings existence and held his ground. "You think I'm afraid to die?"

The woman, Amara, seemed mildly amused. "I know you are. You reek of fear and self loathing."

"Of course he does," Lucifer scoffed, effectively drawing all eyes to him. "He's a damn Winchester."