Chapter 11:

John snapped out of his dazed mood and emptied an entire clip into Adam's body. Or more accurately, he attempted to shoot Stella's reanimated corpse, to which Adam or whatever that was still in Adam objected to and stepped in front of her, taking the bullets meant for the angel possessing Stella's body. Adam stumbled back, a hand reaching out to maintain his balance on the hospital bed's sturdy frame. Unfortunately or fortunately the wounds started to close up slowly and finally disappeared without any trace of the former bullet holes. Dean couldn't really make up his mind on that because on one hand his youngest brother was clearly still being possessed by something while on the other hand if it hadn't been for the possession; his brother would have had more holes in him than Swiss cheese.

"Ow. What was that for, Papa Winchester? This was my favourite shirt too!" Adam asked with a pout while Stella attempted to clean the blood off Adam. Sam and Castiel were seated at their table along with Mary; the first two were clearly enjoying the show while the later looked worried. Sam placed a hand over his mother's, stopping her from twisting her own fingers off in her worry. She tried to send her youngest a calm smile but failed as it came out as a pained grimace instead.

"Get out of my son, demon!" John yelled his voice coloured with anger. Stella suffered a bout of horrible coughing at that which turned into full-blown laughter when Adam fixed an annoyed pout at her.

"What makes you think I am a demon, moron? I am so not a demon. In fact, I am as far from a demon as you can get!" Adam said irritably, snapping his fingers and pulling out a packet of skittles from thin air.

Dean's eyes widened impossibly in recognition.

"You! You're dead! Lucifer killed you!"

"I am dead?" Adam - no, Gabriel- asked innocently. "I wasn't aware of that."

Sam and Cas were openly laughing now. So was Stella. Mom just looked confused.

A few ridiculous moments later, Gabriel sighed and took pity on him and said "Dean-o Darling, us four were created even before Heaven was. We aided in the creation of this universe. If we die, everything that we created dies with us. Since Dad really liked this place, he blessed us with immortality. Nothing except Dad and possibly our Aunt can truly end us. If anything else manages to get the jump on us, we temporarily disintegrate and reform a while later. How long we take to reform depends on what caused the disintegration in the first place. It was Luci who got the jump on me; hence it took me almost two years to come back. Do you follow me?"

"I don't care about your bloody explanations, demon! Get out of my children or else!" John threatened.

"Hellooo! Are you deaf or something? I am not a demon. Neither of us is you hear me? So stop writing checks that you can't back up."

John predictably took it as a challenge, pulled out his shot gun and fired it at Adam. Again.

John liked to visualize the results of his actions. He could see the blessed bullet engraved with an elaborate devil's trap hit its target, Adam's brain splattering onto the dirty white walls and would cover the other demon as well. That would scare the second demon which would cause it to go into shock. Then he could pump the other bullet into the second demon's brains as well. It's a shame that he would have to shoot his own flesh and blood but then again they were already dead. What's dead ought to stay dead after all.

What actually happened was as removed as possible from how he had visualized it. Stella waved a lazy hand that forced John to slam hard into the walls. Adam on the other hand merely continued to observe the proceedings as though it was something out of some uninteresting TV show while munching on his packet of skittles. She then did a complicated hand gesture that forced the wind out of his lungs and made John spew out blood. He could feel every single one of his muscles burning as though they had been forced to function beyond their limits. He could feel his skin being flayed away from his bones and feel his tongue was torn out from his mouth. And as soon as the sensations began it stopped. He sagged as the invisible forces pinning him onto the wall released him. He crumbled onto the floor and struggled to control his erratic heart, gasping for sweet blessed air.

"I would appreciate it if you could refrain from your pathetic attempts at murdering my brother. Not that it would work but still." Stella commented breezily. It was then that Dean spoke out, voicing the question that had been running through the minds of the three elder Winchesters since this entire farce of an encounter had started. "Gabriel I recognize. But who the hell are you? And what are both of you doing in my younger siblings' bodies? Get the hell outta them!"

Gabriel's eyes flashed gold once and then settled into their original shade. He tilted his head to one side as he observed Dean but when he opened his mouth it was evident that it was not to the Archangel that they were speaking to.

"Hello, Dean. It's been a while hasn't it?"

"Adam?!" Dean asked incredulously.

Adam merely smiled humourlessly at them.

A/N:

Sorry for the late update.