Sloth: The next chapter. More of the plot is revealed. The return of one of my favorite characters. You could probably guess who when his line comes up. Also, some hints of what happened to Adam in Hell is revealed. And I just realized how much Adam sleeps in the story. I of course will be rectifying that in the next chapter.

Also, some hints as to what will happen in future chapters and the main plot is revealed here. Keep an eye out folks.

I don't own Supernatural. I do own the character Azrael.

Castiel the Cockblocker

"Adam, what are you doing?"

"Making a Devil's Trap," Adam replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Sam blinked at the sight. Adam had one of Bobby's old books open in front of him and he was painting a Devil's Trap not only above his bed, but underneath it as well. Sam put down the plate of food he had brought for his younger brother and gently helped Adam up off the floor.

They had gone over this before. Since Cas had created a new wall to keep the souls at bay, Adam had regained some of his old personality. He was a stubborn young Winchester with a little bit of snark and pride. It wasn't the down right, spunky sarcasm or stubbornness that Sam was familiar with, but it was still an improvement than the tired, nervous, and quiet boy they had found. However, despite this change in personality, Adam still thought he was a freak. He was afraid the demons would try to take over his body again.

It had been a week since Cas tried to remove the souls from Adam. All paranormal activity seemed to have come to a grinding halt. Bobby couldn't find a single hunt at all. No weird ghosts. No demonic omens. Not even a chubby chasing serial killer. Everything was…normal. Dean hadn't talked to Cas since the angel left. He was either still angry or was getting antsy with being locked inside the house for so long. In fact, the only thing keeping Dean sane was all the work Bobby was giving him with fixing all the cars people brought by.

Sam took Adam to the bed and sat him down.

"Adam-"

"Sam, don't. I don't care what you say, I'm doing this in case something happens."

"Adam, nothing's going to happen." Sam tried to reassure him. Adam scoffed and laid down on his bed. He stared at the ceiling.

"How do you know Sam?" he asked his brother as he stared at the crude Devil's Trap. "You can't hear them. They're always fighting. They want out. They keep saying that…that Cas's wall is only temporary. That they're going to get control of me again."

"Well…we're just going to have to make sure that doesn't happen." Sam said as he ruffled Adam's hair. Adam frowned and swiped at Sam's large hand.

"I'm serious, Sam!" Adam sat up. He looked lost to Sam. Like he didn't know what he could possibly do. Adam put his head in his hands, and groaned. "What if…what if I turn evil? Or what if one of them gets through the wall? Cas said it wasn't that strong."

Sam placed a hand on Adam's shoulder and gently squeezed it. "Look Adam. I can't tell you if the wall will break or not. Or if they'll get through. But I promise you, Dean and I, we'll do whatever it takes to make sure that you'll be okay and that you're safe. I swear."

Adam smiled at his brother. Looking at Sam, he felt like he could trust him.

"But if it helps, I'll help you with the Devil's Trap. It'll be good for you to learn stuff if you're going to be hunting with us."

Adam's head shot up and he stared wide-eyed. "Really? Me? Hunt with you and Dean?"

"If you want to."

Adam smiled a genuine, happy smile. He was going to get spend more time with his brothers. More time than just staying inside a house with nothing to do. He would get to go travel with his brothers, meeting new people and learning all about the world. He was so excited he nearly knocked Sam upside the head as he got up to finish the Devil's Trap with Sam's help.

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In the outskirts of a forest, a young couple was making out in the backseat of a white 78 Pontiac Firebird.

When Cas appeared in the car, he did not expect to surprise the young girl in the back seat. She gasped at the sight of the strange man and panicked. Despite the protests from the boy, she kicked open the door and scurried out of the car and into the night.

"Aw come on, Baby! Don't go! He's harmless!" the teen stuck his head out of the car, shouting out after the girl. "He's practically a baby in a trench coat!"

Cas glared at the young blond, still unsure why everyone kept calling him a 'baby in a trench coat'.

"Dammit it, Castiel, what did you do that for? I was about to get to cup a feel with the head cheerleader."

"Azrael, I do not understand your desire to fornicate with human girls when you have duties."

The Angel of Death rolled his eyes before closing the door to the car. Cas stepped out of the car and turned to his older brother. It was hard to imagine the Angel of Death being the older of the two. Cas was very mature, albeit a little naive and ignorant of humans. He took his duties seriously and protected his garrison. Azrael on the other hand was very much like his vessel: a moody, uncontrolled, hormonal teenager. For someone in charge of making the lists of the Reapers, Azrael didn't seem to take his job seriously at all. This wasn't the first time Cas had appeared before Azrael during the war, only to find the angel a moment away from trying unsuccessfully to unstrap a girl's bra.

"What do you want now, Castiel?" the blond angel asked with a glare.

"I understand that you know more about souls than any other angel," Cas started. Azrael put his hands in his hoodie's pockets.

"Yeah. And?"

"Is it possible for multiple souls to combine with one?" Azrael looked confused and Cas tried to be more specific. "I attempted a ritual that I found in the library."

"You mean the one that requires a Wiccan?"

Cas raised an eyebrow. He didn't specify which ritual and only Balthazar knew what he was up to, so he was curious as to how the angel knew. However, when it came to souls, Azrael could be very all knowing, so he let it drop. "Yes. But when I performed it…something happened. I've had to put a temporary wall within Adam Milligan so the souls don't overwhelm him."

"Smart. But I still don't see why you had to cock-block me tonight."

"The souls in Adam. They were from Purgatory. How is it possible for Lucifer and Michael to use souls from Purgatory?" Cas demanded a little more forcibly as he took a threatening step towards the smaller angel. Azrael didn't seem fazed and just rolled his eyes.

"As Death's assistant, you must know where Purgatory is."

"And if I do?"

"Azrael, the boy is a walking bomb. If we do not remove the souls from him, he could explode and take out the entire planet."

Azrael once again rolled his eyes. Furious at being ignored, Cas did the only thing he could think of that would get the angel to talk. He reached forward, his hand blazing with energy. And grasping his hand into a fist, he knocked one of side mirrors off Azrael's Firebird.

"MY BABY!" he screamed in absolute horror. "Ok! Hands off the merchandise! Look, all I know is, is that the Cage was originally built as a means to separate Hell from Purgatory. Lucifer could have easily taken souls from both sides, but he couldn't send them to the other side. Any soul he brought into his cage would have to just deal with him. Death designed it that way in case things got out of hand."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know." Cas ran a finger across the side of the car, applying enough pressure to create a nice scratch across the paint job. "No! Ok look! Hell wasn't originally meant for human souls. In fact, Purgatory was the only 'downstairs'. It housed something really old and nasty and Death made the cage in hopes those old and nasty's would walk into the cage and either get taken out by Lucifer or eat Lucifer. When humans were created, Death widened the cage so the nasty's wouldn't eat human souls and get strong enough to bust out."

"How do you know this?"

"It's in the job description, now stop defiling my baby!"

Cas stared at Azrael, still surprised that harming a car would give him so much information. However, the angel still seemed to be holding back some information. He looked the car over one more time. However Azrael quickly stopped the angel from defiling the car by telling him he didn't know what nasty beast was in Purgatory except for Eve and something older.

"Is there a way to remove the souls from Adam?" Azrael opened his mouth, but Cas quickly added, "Without killing him."

"No," the angel said simply. "It's why Death wanted Dean to kill the kid."

"Death knew this would happen?"

"Yes. Besides Dad, he's the most all-knowing being in existence. He wanted me to show Dean the list so that he wouldn't think twice before killing the kid."

"So Sam Winchester was never in danger?"

"Besides getting his heart broken when big brother kills little brother? No."

"What happens if Adam isn't killed?"

Azrael crossed his arms over his small chest. "He'll either be taken over by either one and all the souls inside him, making him either crazy, or another vessel for whoever you killed. Or…" Azrael made an exploding motion with his hands.

"Boom goes the whole world."

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Sam had fallen asleep watching Adam. They had been secretly training all day. Dean had been so busy fixing cars for Bobby that he never saw Sam and Adam sneaking around. Sam had promised that he would train Adam on how to use a gun tomorrow while Dean was out getting a new part for the Impala. But for now, he would do with some good, relaxing sleep.

"GOOD MORNING, VIETNAM!"

Sam woke with a start, his eyes scanning the room while his hands attempted to find a weapon that he could use to fight off his intruder.

And then he saw his assailant. Lucifer.

Lucifer smiled devilishly at Sam as he sat down on the bed, his finger's ghosting over Adam's sleeping body.

"Hey Sam. Whatcha doin'?"

"Y-you. How did you find us?" Sam asked.

Lucifer however, choose to ignore Sam and turned his attention to Adam, running a callus hand through the blond's hair. Adam didn't seem to react much. He continued to snore lightly and was completely ignorant of Lucifer. Sam tried to reach for a weapon, but all of them seemed to have disappeared. Lucifer just turned to Sam and held up Ruby's knife. "Looking for this Sammy?"

Lucifer gently ran the tip of the knife against Adam's exposed wrist. "Just like old times huh? You standing over there. Me playing with little brother. Only..." Adam turned over and he passed right through Lucifer as if he was nothing. "This is all in your head."

Sam blinked. "I'm dreaming."

"Yes. And no." with a spring in his step, Lucifer hopped off the bed and stood in front of Sam. He poked Sam on the forehead. "You remember those Banshee's don't you? The ones who broke Adam's wall. Did you really think you could listen to them and walk away with your mind in tack Sammy?"

"You're not real."

"Oh, but I am Sam. I can just get in your head now. I mean I'm standing right outside your window right now."

Sam's eyes widened and he ran to the window. There was no one out there. Lucifer let out a loud, hysterical laugh. Sam turned and watched as Lucifer slapped his knees, laughing louder.

"I can't believe you actually fell for that. Oh man." Lucifer walked up to Sam, a big smile on his face. "You know, I've been stuck, hanging around Michael and his humorless attitude and French Fry addiction, and I've got to say, it is so boring. All we ever do is play chess and wait for orders. Even now that Eve's got what she wanted, I still can't get away without Michael tailing me. I haven't been able to screw around since I got out of the cage."

He walked closer to Sam. Sam tried to hold his ground, but as Lucifer got closer to him, the air grew colder. The air in his lungs seemed to leave his body and his bones chilled like ice. He stepped back as Lucifer got right in his face.

"And with your wall cracked, I just have to close my eyes and pay you a visit. It'll be like the old days. We can play Jinga with your bones again!"

"No. No, you're not real." Sam put his hands against his ears and tried to push Lucifer out. The Devil briefly flickered in and out of existence. He frowned at the minor inconvenience and turned away.

"Fine, be a party pooper. Maybe I'll just play with Adam. He was a lot more fun than you were. And a screamer. I love me a screamer."

Sam snapped his eyes open and watched as Lucifer peeled Adam's skin right off his bones. An instant later and the image was gone and Lucifer was just casually leaning on the nightstand.

"Don't. J-Just leave him alone. He's already been through enough."

"Yeah, I know. Having the mind set of a baby one minute, having Cas touch him in a bad way. All just sad really. And now he realizes how much of threat to world he really is. I'm surprised he just doesn't end it right here and now."

Lucifer turned and whispered into Adam's ear. "Hey Adam. Do it. Take the knife and just end it, little buddy. Blow yourself up."

"Stop it!" Sam growled when he realized the Devil was trying to tempt Adam to commit suicide. He wasn't sure if the fallen angel could really influence someone while they slept, but he wasn't going to risk it. Lucifer on the other hand just scoffed and waved Sam off.

"Oh relax you little girl. I'm not going to kill him. Well at least not yet anyways. See, Michael and I, we've got big plans for Baby Brother." Lucifer was once again standing next to Sam. "But for those plans to work, we need you and Dean out of the picture. But since we can't kill you, we've decided to go with a different approach."

Sam couldn't hep but ask why the two most powerful beings in existence couldn't kill him and Dean. Were they planning on making them their vessels again. He wouldn't let that happen. Not again. There was no cage to toss Michael and Lucifer into. And he would rather not go back to hell.

"Just you wait and see, Sam. Every things coming together, and by the end of the week, Baby Brother will be right where he belongs." Lucifer said ominously. He started to walk backwards while making ghostly noises and waving his hands in front of him.

And then he was gone.