*A/N* I rushed this a bit, sorry, please ignore the mistakes, I tried, I must go now, reviews make my soul bloom and give me life and happiness.
Crowley wore an amused smirk as he studied the creature.
"Ever encountered one?" Dean asked from his spot. The rest of the team was in the room with them, eyes focused on the king of Hell.
"It's a Silent." The demon finally said. Dean frowned.
"It's a what?" Doctor asked, leaning forward.
"So time really is a wonderful thing." Crowley grinned. "We've encountered those together once, Doctor."
Eyes switched to the Time Lord, whose eyes widened.
"You know him?"
"Well, not yet." The Doctor leaned back against the wall.
"What do you mean, not yet" John spoke up. "He obviously knows you."
"He met a future version of me." Doctor explained. "Time. Wibbly wobbly."
"You look different." Crowley smirked. "Less hair, more chin, a bowtie."
The Doctor frowned. "Oh God."
"You can change the way you look?" Steve inquired.
"Well, it's complicated." Rest of the room stared at him expectantly. "I don't die, I regenerate. Different person, same memories, blah blah blah- lets focus on the Silent here, shall we?"
"They attacked New York once." Crowley said, walking closer to the glass cage. "You've realised what they do by now, I presume?"
"They fuck with our head." Dean supplied. Crowley sighed.
"Can they kill?" Asked Bruce. Crowley smirked.
"Oh, yes." He tapped the glass. Silent looked up at him. "But they can be killed too."
Both Winchesters looked up at that. It was Doctor's turn to sigh.
"Bullets worked last time." Crowley's smirk grew. "So they spied on us, eh?"
"Lucifer knows you work with us." Steve supplied. The king of Hell sighed again.
"It was a matter of time, really." He tapped the glass again. "I have an idea."
"Yes?"
"We'll just need to use your…"He turned to the Doctor. "Where did you park your lovely blue box?"
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Doors creaked as they opened, and everyone turned around to face a pale, frail looking boy that entered.
"Adam." Sam greeted him with a smile. He made an attempt to return it.
Doctor and Crowley had left some fifteen minutes ago, together with Steve who insisted that the alien was not to be left alone with the king of Hell, and Bruce and Thor took over the watch, so the rest moved to the kitchen, sitting around the table and waiting for the blue box to return.
"Come, sit down." Natasha pulled out a chair. Samandriel gave Adam's shoulder a reassuring squeeze, and the boy forced a smile, sitting down. Samandriel took the seat next to him, making sure the boy he was watching over him.
"So, uh." Adam scratched his neck. "I am not aware of much that has happened since…that black haired guy opened the cage and that is the last thing I remember, and then the basement…" He bit his lip. "What is going on?"
Dean and Sam shared a look, and then Natasha leaned forward and explained the situation in a calming voice.
"Another apocalypse." Adam leaned back, rubbing his temples. "Wow."
"You are not going back to the Cage." Samandriel leaned forward. "We will keep you safe."
"You who?" Adam's laugh was empty. "If Michael comes for me again-"
"I will keep you safe." Samandriel whispered. Adam met his eyes. "I promise."
"But Michael-"
Samandriel tensed. "Michael can bite me."
Dean let out an impressed whistle. Castiel shot him a warning glare.
"Thanks." Adam smiled. "I…thanks."
"I am serious." Samandriel added gravely. "You are my responsibility now."
"Wow." Adam licked his lips.
"Do you trust me?"
"Completely." Adam replied without hesitation. He then smiled wider. "You're my guardian angel now?"
Samandriel smiled at the boy. "Yes."
Sam loudly cleared his throat. The rest looked away.
"So, Adam." John spoke up. "Do you remember anything from your…uh-"
"Possession?" Adam offered. John gulped and nodded. "No."
"Tony is missing." Clint added. "Do you maybe-"
Adam's eyes switched to the archer. "No."
"That's helpful." Dean muttered. Adam's gaze went to him, suddenly very angry.
"Well-" he started, but then Samandriel placed a hand on his shoulder, and they were both gone.
"Fuck." Dean breathed out.
"I think he's still angry with us." Sam whispered.
"Well, you did leave him in Hell…" Clint muttered. Dean shot him a warning look. He raised his hands in surrender.
It was then that the blue phone-box appeared.
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"I was wearing a bow tie!" The Doctor looked genuinely distressed. "And he was American!"
"I didn't become the king of Hell by being unable to fake an accent." Crowley muttered dryly.
"Found something?" Dean asked. Doctor held up a tape.
"We need to watch this, Crowley says." The Time Lord glanced at the demon. "I suppose we should believe him at this point."
"What is that?" Natasha asked.
"A tape, love."
"Amazing observation." Sherlock muttered dryly.
"It is a tape of a Silent." Crowley rolled his eyes. "He is giving us an order."
"Do continue." Balthazar urged.
"To kill them all on sight." Crowley smirked. "It will be much easier getting rid of vermin if we just shoot them, right?"
"Where'd you get that tape?" John asked warily.
Crowley's smirk grew. "I have my resources."
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Samandriel took Adam to his- their (Samandriel didn't require sleep and Adam was bound to have nightmares) bedroom, letting him punch the closest wall for a couple of minutes.
"Your anger is understandable." He finally spoke up. "Dean Winchester's comment was not appropriate."
Adam rubbed his bleeding knuckles. It looked like Lucifer took the hint and found a new vessel. "Thank you."
"Give me your hands." Samandriel walked over, running his thumbs across the ripped skin, healing it immediately. Adam smiled.
"I like you." He muttered, looking up to meet the angel's gaze. "I really like you."
"I am fond of you too, Adam Milligan." Samandriel smiled. He hadn't realised how little space was left between them,
"Stop that Milligan shit, it's just Adam." The boy smiled.
"I'm sorry." The angel licked his lips. "Adam."
"You picked that up from me." Adam grinned. Samandriel blinked, confused. "Lip licking. I do that."
"Oh." Samandriel smiled. "I suppose."
He was now aware he still held Adam's hand. He made a move as to release them, but Adam gripped his wrists and pulled him closer.
"I-" He licked his lips. "I want to try something?"
His touch sent shivers up Samandriel's arms. As if in trance, he nodded.
The boy leaned closer- closer- and suddenly, his lips were on Samandriel's, and there was a warm buzz in Samandriel's chest, spreading through his grace, and he found himself melting into the boy's arms, pulling him closer. Adam pulled away first, fear in his eyes, and just as he was about to mutter an apology Samandriel kissed him again, harder this time.
"I've never done this before." Adam admitted as they pulled away again.
"Me neither." Samandriel muttered.
"I liked it."
Samandriel kissed him again.
And then the doors opened.
"Hey, I just- whoa" Dean stood there dumbstruck. They both pulled away, Samandriel fighting the urge to just disappear anywhere anywhere but here and Adam's face flushed with embarrassment.
"Oh, I'm sorry-" Dean scratched the back of his neck. "I did not realise you were- I mean- we have discovered something and we thought we should share it with-"
"We'll be down in a minute." Adam finally said, not looking up from his shoes. Dean nodded, closing the doors.
"God." They both breathed out in the same time. Adam looked up, smiling.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"Do not apologise." Samandriel muttered. "I did not mind."
"What about your vessel?" Adam looked down again. Oh.
"This won't happen again." The boy muttered. "Lets go see what they want."