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Natasha and Clint had taken over the watch some fifteen minutes ago, and the pair moved over to the kitchen, where the rest of the team was currently relaxing. Dean took out two beers and, ignoring Castiel's protests, handed one over to the angel, leaning against the counter top and taking a swig.

"We should inform Crowley about the creature." Sam broke the silence, fiddling his fingers. "I mean, he probably has larger knowledge about, uh, extracting information than any of us."

Nobody mentioned Dean, but the way eyes turned towards him, it was obvious what the mutual thought was. Dean took another swig.

"I'll go get him." Castiel offered- but then a sudden sound of wings cut him off.

"Samandriel!" Gabriel cried out- and then everybody noticed the full extent of the situation.

Samandriel seemed unharmed- his vessel looked a bit worse for wear, but nothing serious- but the sight of the person in his arms took everyone off guard.

"Adam." Dean breathed. Their step-brother's eyes fluttered open- he seemed to have passed out- and he immediately tensed, flinching away.

"What-" Steve started, and Balthazar started explaining the situation in low whisper.

"I am their step brother." Adam cut him off. His voice was like both fire and ice. "I was Michael's vessel. I went to Hell. I was there for a while." He glared at Dean. "Nobody bothered to save me."

"Adam-" Sam started.

"And then Lucifer took me for his vessel." He continued. "Still no rescue mission." He let out a tortured laugh. "Were you even going to try to do something or were you just going to shove me back into the pit?"

"Adam, I am so-"

"I am sorry too, Dean." Adam hissed. Samandriel placed a calming hand on the boy's shoulder, and to everyone's surprised, it seemed to work.
"Adam has been in hell for multiple millennia." Samandriel said quietly. "And then got possessed by Lucifer."

Awkward, guilty silence filled the room.

"Could he perhaps get a room to rest for a bit?"

Everyone was on their feet at once, Pepper Potts beating them all. "I'll show you the way."

"Um-" Adam glanced over to Samandriel, who tilted his head in confusion for a moment, but then his eyes filled with understanding and he nodded. "Thank you, Pepper, but I'll take care of this." And placing a palm on the boy's forehead, they were gone.

"So that was Lucifer's vessel." Steve noted awkwardly.

"He wasn't too happy to see you." Balthazar stated.

"He's not overreacting." Dean glared down at his bottle. "Fuck."

"Why didn't you get him out?" Bruce asked. "No offence, just…why didn't you?"

"Death- I made a pact with Death- he said I had to choose-" Dean took another swig. "I chose

Sammy." Sam looked down. "Making a deal with Death, it's a sort of once in a lifetime thing."

"You should tell Adam that." Pepper whispered. Dean kept staring at his bottle. Sam cleared his throat.

"Maybe later." He said. "I think we should let him get some rest."

"We need to talk to Samandriel as soon as possible." Steve spoke up. "We need to figure out how he got away. Maybe he knows where Tony is, and if he does-."

"Let him take care of Adam first." Pepper interrupted. "The boy has been through Hell- literally- and Samandriel is the only person here he has trust in."

The group involuntarily agreed.

"I'll go speak to Samandriel." Pepper offered. "Make sure they have settled in well, and everything, ask them if they know anything."

"You don't have to-" Steve spoke up.

"I do." Pepper smiled. "Because you are all astonishingly clueless."
With that, she left the room.

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Adam sat on the edge of the bed, running his hands against the covers, as if to constantly reassure himself they are real. Samandriel lingered at the doorway, unsure what to do.

"I should probably take a shower." Adam muttered. Samandriel shrugged, feeling horribly out of place.

"Can you…" Adam met his eyes, hesitating for a moment. "Could you…"

"Yes?" Samandriel asked. Adam licked his lips, looking down.

"Could you stay here as I shower? I just…" He took a deep breath. "I feel safer with you around."

Samandriel was taken aback by the statement, and felt his face flush. "I will wait here as long as necessary."

Adam scratched the back of his neck, face flushed. "Thanks. God."

"It is Samandriel."

Adam looked at him, grinning. "You are something, you know that?"

It was Samandriel's turn to blush. "I am an angel of the Lord. Most people take that as, as you said, something."

"Nah." Adam grinned, heading for the bathroom doors. "Angel's are asses. You are not."

Samandriel stared at the doors long after they've closed. "Thank you, Adam Milligan."

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When Pepper entered the room, Samandriel was the only one inhabiting it, sitting on the bed and looking endearingly out of place. Smiling, she knocked at the wall. He smiled at her.

"Hello, Pepper Potts."

"Hello, Samandriel." She smiled wider. "I brought some clothes for Adam, is he okay?"

"No. His soul was very affected by its' time in Hell." The angel sighed, staring at his hands. "I don't think he will ever fully recover."

Pepper nodded, biting her lower lip. "Is there any way we can help?"

"I believe he should not be left alone for the months to come." Samandriel stated gravely. "He will need someone to rely on. He still fears this might be another of Lucifer's tricks."

"Good thing he has you, then."

Samandriel looked taken aback for a second, but then a warm smile overtook his features. "Yes."

It was then that Samandriel came out of the bathroom, wrapped up in a bathing rope, hair sticking out in all directions. He smiled at Samandriel before noticing Pepper's presence, and at that point he took a step back.

"Uh, I'm sorry." She smiled, placing the stack of clothing on the bed. "I just brought you some spare clothes."

"Oh." Adam looked down. "Thank you."

"I'll be leaving now." Pepper smiled. "If you ever wish to talk to any of us-"

"Thank you." Adam repeated himself, louder this time. Pepper took the hint.

Samandriel waited for the doors to close. "That was rude."
"Sorry."

"She will not hold it against you, but you still shouldn't have done it." Samandriel said. "It is your brothers and mine that you are angry at."

Adam thought about it for a moment. "You're right."

He went over to the pile of clothing, wondering whether stripping in front of an angel would send him back to hell or not.

"You do realise I can see your soul, there is not much you can hide from me." Samandriel supplied. Rolling his eyes, Adam slipped out of the bathrobe and quickly pulled on the clothes Pepper had brought him- some basic underwear, a pair of jeans and a black tee shirt.

"Feels weird." Adam laughed. "I forgot how it feels, to be wearing jeans."

"Lucifer does prefer formal clothing." Samandriel nodded.

"Yeah, what's up with that?"

"What is up with you and jeans?"

Adam muttered something that sounded like goddamn sassy angels before sitting down on the bed next to the aforementioned angel. "Maybe we should join the rest?"

Samandriel met his eyes. "Are you comfortable with that?"

"There were-" Adam's laugh was humourless. "There were no other people in Hell. This should be a pleasant change, now that I am not half-naked."

Samandriel smiled, squeezing Adam's hand like he has seen other people do in similar situations.

"Can we walk there?" Adam asked. "I'll need some psychological preparations."

"We can." Samandriel nodded. "Lets go."