The graves were beautiful. They had intricate designs flowing around the words that indicated the lives that had once been lived. Patterns of roses, of leaves, and of crosses surrounding a name. It was an eerie notion, but yet, so nice in theory. They were remembered, even once those that brought flowers to their headstones had long since been buried beneath their own. Someone could look at this grave, and remember their name.

Adam read the headstone to his left, starting to wonder who this man had been.

Nathaniel Taylor

Loving Husband and Father

1963-2002

What of his children? His spouse? What about them? He couldn't see any other graves with the name 'Taylor'. It was a sad thought that all the others had lost him. Adam looked to his right.

The tree was covered in lightly coloured buds, and snowdrops littered the ground beneath it. There were dozens upon dozens growing there, although they looked as though they were reaching the end of their short life. The graveyard smelled sweet, soft, reflecting in the delicate white petals of the flowers.

All was silent in the cemetery. It was still. Adam tried his hardest to keep his mind from drifting back to the pit, and looked around a bit more. He was standing on the spot he had fallen into the pit from, he realized. It had been dug up, and several headstones marred the patch of grass where they fell.

He didn't dare to try moving, because he was sure that once he did, he would be brought back to the pit.

Back to the torture.

Off in the distance he saw a car pull up beside the graveyard: a blue sedan. A woman left the front seat, carrying a bouquet of flowers. She walked among the headstones, finally stopping in front of one, and kneeling down in front of it.

She put her hands together in a prayer, and Adam watched her intently.

She was the first person he had seen since entering the pit.

The woman began to speak, talking to the grave- or rather to the person buried within it. She sat down in a more relaxed fashion in front of the headstone, talking about what had been happening in her life. She'd gotten a new boyfriend, but, she didn't think it would last long.

Well, if you'd believe it, she's actually been seeing some other people while she's been dating him. She's sorry, but she has changed a bit since you left. She still loves you though; you're in her day to day thoughts.

Oh, she saw this model sailboat while shopping just last week! Immediately she thought of you. She wanted to buy it, maybe leave it here for you, but money's tight right now, and she's got to care for herself as well. But, oh you would've loved it.

You bought her a ship like that a few years ago. She was so afraid how you'd react when the anchor fell off its side, accidentally having snapped, but all you said was that it was a cheap build. She still has it- she put the model up on the mantel of her fireplace, among some other trinkets.

She loves you, and hopes you're having a good time in heaven. She'll see you again when she has time, but it might be a while. She's gone back to school- law school actually, so it's taking up a lot of time. Goodbye for now. She'll keep you in her prayers.

After a moment of silence, she stood up, brushed off the dirt from her pants and put one of her hands to her lips. She kissed it, and pressed it against the gravestone, before leaving the cemetery. The car started up with a low rumble, and Adam watched as it drove away, once more leaving him alone in the cemetery.

Someone was tapping on his shoulder. He turned to look and saw Lucifer, hacking off his arm.

He looked around, and saw nothing but the pit. He was wracked with disappointment. Why couldn't he stay at the cemetery longer!?

He'd realized by that point, that it wasn't just his imagination. He was really… there. He'd been able to leave the pit even for just that short time. He can get out. For the first time in centuries, he felt hopeful. He could be free, and he could see the sky once more.

He could see other people- he could… he could find the Winchesters. Show them how wrong they were for leaving him behind!

And… his wish was slowly coming true. Every time he managed to get himself to the cemetery, he stayed just a bit longer every time. And as years seemed to pass in the cage, he found that he was able to explore the graveyard.

He now knew every crevice of it, knew every name on every gravestone. This cemetery belonged to him now, it was his freedom.

By that point he'd realized what he was. He'd caught glimpses of it as he moved around- this dark black smoke etching through the air. That was him, his soul. He didn't have a body on earth, no roots to keep him there.

But even as he traversed the land above, he could feel what his body was feeling. He wasn't fully out of the pit, and he had to stay focused on the cemetery to stay within it. If his mind lingered to the cage… he was forced to see what was happening. To feel it so intensely, though he wasn't all there, not complete anymore.

Half of his soul was on earth, whereas the other half, was trapped in the pit with Lucifer.

He felt free, when at the same time he hadn't left the cage.

He could get away from it. He was sure of it.

Now… all he needed was a vessel.

Okay, so I plan on updating every Tuesday, and about a 1000 words (minimum) per chapter if that sounds all right with y'all.

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