Dean thought dealing with a snarky genius and a bunch of super-humans was tiring, but that was nothing compared to a snarky detective, bunch of super-humans (super-beings, if you counted the Doctor) and a dethroned king of hell. He left for bed somewhere around midnight, and the moment his head hit the pillow, he was gone.
Exhaustion seemed to dull his hunter senses too- not completely (John Winchester made sure it would not be possible) but enough for someone to sneak up on him, apparently. He was awake the moment the pressure was delivered to his chest, hand reaching for the knife he kept under the pillow, but he found himself pinned down quite effectively. He forced his eyes open, urging them to gauge the face only a couple of inches away from his own.
"Silence, now." A voice hissed. Two bright green eyes stared back at his own. "You might wake someone up. And if you do, I'd be forced to silence you myself."
Dean struggled against the ropes holding him down, part of his brain wondering how someone could have tied him down without him noticing. "Who are you?"
"Name is Loki of Asgard." The voice whispered back. Dean frowned.
"Thor's brother?"
His eyes finally adjusted to the darkness, and he made out a thin, pallid face with high cheekbones and dark, long hair. It looked like its' owner might hit him.
"I was never his brother."
"And I thought I had family issues."
This time he did hit him- Dean bit his lip, ignored the ache the best he could and stared back at the trickster as defiantly as he could.
"Any particular reason why you have me tied up?" He demanded, shaking his wrists for emphasising.
"Must there be a reason?" The trickster grinned. "I've been told you might struggle."
"What do you want?"
"I have a message for you." The trickster shifted his weight- he had been sitting on Dean's legs, keeping them from kicking. "And the rest of your little team."
"And this is the best way you could deliver it?"
"The most amusing one, for sure." The trickster grinned again, and then, within a second, all amusement flared from his eyes. He glared down at Dean. "Your petty forces are no threat to us. Even with that demon of yours and his army, we greatly outnumber you. Bend your knee to us and you might walk away alive."
And with that, Loki disappeared. Dean managed to get on his feet just in time to see his only window slam shut.
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Adam forgot how it felt to live.
He could remember dying- that, he knew, Lucifer would never let him forget. He could remember those monstrous things chewing at his flesh, his weak treacherous voice begging them to stop, to kill him already, oh God, just please, make it stop- he could recall the sensation of waking up under cold earth and Castiel's firm grip on his arm as the angel pulled him back to life- he could remember Michael's grace filling him up, how the breathtaking brightness soon became too bright and how the warmth turned to fire and the loss of control- he could remember fiery depths of cage and the archangel's shouts as he squirmed under their power- he could remember the bliss of being out, of being in control again, of breathing without agony- he could remember the second the crushing reality set in, Lucifer entering him this time, the burning sensation as he fought the 'comet', because he just could not go back to Hell.
Like his opinion mattered. Like he mattered. He hated Dean sometimes, for not saying yes, for making them pull him down from Heaven, back to pain and agony and their fucking apocalypse- he hated the angels, for being flawed, and the demons, for not killing them all, he hated his mother for giving birth to him and himself for being so weak, because if Dean could say no-
But it didn't matter. None of it mattered. He was Lucifer's vessel now. He was a tool. Tools didn't get to vote.
Sometimes, it all became too hard, and he got carried away, and there were periods where all he could remember was fire and agony. But then, every now and then, he struggled back up, took control of his eyes again, and he saw them, Loki, the Master, Jim Moriarty. He argued with Lucifer sometimes, but all it did was make him feel worthless. He was an ant, for them all.
He just hoped someone would kill him soon.
As Lucifer soon informed him, Adam wasn't his only vessel. He'd often leave him, chained in the room, and wear another poor human being. Adam was, however, the only one able to take Satan in for long- 'Winchester blood flows in you, after all'- and the other were just temporary solutions.
"I'll always come back for you." Lucifer told him once, as he visited the room in his newly acquired vessel, a pretty young woman with long brown hair and big hazel eyes, skin already cracking under the archangels' power.
"This one won't last for much longer." He had told him, running a finger down Adam's cheek. "And then, I'm all yours once again."
Those short periods when he was Lucifer-free made Adam feel hope again. He found he hated it. Hope could be crushed. And he could handle no more crushing. But the annoying thoughts still found their way to his head- what if Dean and Sam find me like this, what if they rescue me, I can say no to Lucifer then, I can be free forever.
"You're stupid." He'd mutter, pressing at his temples. "They won't come for you."
Saving the world was their priority. Adam was never important.
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"Pepper, I love you." Dean announced for the umpteenth time, chewing on a mouthful of fried bacon. A pretty blonde chuckled from her seat.
"Stop it, Winchester." She warned. "Tony does not do jealous."
"Would you two stop?" Tony snapped, fingers clutching his brim-filled coffee cup.
Pepper smirked at Dean. "Told you."
"I am with Tony on this one." The Doctor spoke up from the counter. "Loki broke in. We should be discussing safety measures."
"Agreed." Natasha nodded. "Just because he didn't hurt Dean, doesn't mean he can't."
"My brothers and I can watch over you." Samandriel offered. "We do not require sleep, and we should be able to overpower a pagan god."
"We could be your guardian angels." Gabriel winked at Natasha.
"I don't like this at all." Bruce muttered. "Loki can obviously break in as he wishes. Why are they not attacking?"
"They're planning something big." Steve paled.
"Gee, thanks." Dean snapped. "Are you sure you're Captain America? Because Obvious would fit you much-"
"Dean." Sam glared at his brother. The older Winchester involuntary shut his mouth.
"So, angel security?" John spoke up. "That should work."
"Good." Balthazar nodded. "Now that that's settled, can we go back to the whole super-villain mass attack bit?"
"You were always such a sunshine." Gabriel spoke around a mouthful of some pastry.
"Where is Crowley?" Bruce asked.
"No one knows."
"Can you get him here somehow?"
"He'll come when he's ready." Castiel said. "It'll probably be soon, though. Situation is dire for him too."
"I wouldn't say dire." A British voice retorted from the doorway. "Unpleasant, perhaps. Not peachy, true. But dire? Dear Castiel, dramatic as always."
"Morning." Tony called from his seat. Crowley replied with a grin.
"Any news?" Dean asked, getting up from his chair.
"Lucifer made contact with me tonight." Crowley made his way to the liquor cabinet, taking his time to pick a glass and a beverage.
Dean stared at him. "Care to continue?"
"Easy now, tiger." Crowley poured himself a glassful of some brownish liquid. "He is aware of me being involved in this little superhero project of yours."
"Yes, we know." Sam sighed. "Dean had a close encounter with Loki last night."
"Oh?" Crowley looked over at Dean, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Had fun?"
"Cut it, Crowley." Dean sighed. "Anything else?"
"No, not really." Crowley shrugged. "You bright heads came up with anything?"
"No, not really."
"Well, then." Crowley sipped his drink. "We are, as you'd say, fucked. Not at all in a good way."
*A/N* Petition for Supernatural screenwriters to stop killing off characters after every hiatus. Hope you like this! I'm on my spring break now, so I hope to get more out soon. Please R&R, and have a lovely weekend!