A/N Thanks for all the reviews guys! Here's this week's chapter as a thank you~

It wasn't too hard to find a vessel, but Adam had to venture out of the cemetery to do so. It was difficult to leave. Whenever he tried it felt as though an invisible force was keeping him back. However, this time he managed to drift down the road leading away from the cemetery. He kept looking back and forth, expecting to see the pit, but instead he just saw houses and cars: indications of human life.

He wondered what it felt like to possess someone. Would he hear their thoughts as well as his own? That would definitely be confusing. He ventured into the town, and found people everywhere, but still… he didn't want just anyone. This was his first vessel! It had to be special.

Someone… interesting. Then he saw him. On one of the high rises stood a young man. He had dark hair and tan skin… and was standing on the edge of the building, ready to jump. Spectators murmured beneath him, sounding scared as they saw him near the edge. Adam wondered what the guy's story was.

The man looked content as he was about to take his last step off the edge. Adam's pitch black soul rushed upwards and into the man's body.

He blinked, stepping backwards, and away from the threshold. He held his hands in front of him, flexing his fingers. Was… was this real? Did he really have a body?! He walked in a circle to confirm it. He was doing this. He was moving! He was alive!

Adam looked up at the sky for the first time. For even when he was in the cemetery, he hadn't been able to look at it without being brought back to the cage.

It was… supposed to be brighter, right? But as he looked around at the world, he realized how dark it all looked to him. It was the middle of the day, and yet…

He clutched his head, scrunching his eyes shut. The moment he did, the darkness became so much clearer.

Lucifer was making him dance.

He opened his eyes, and nearly cried when he could still see the images. But, he was still on earth, right? Right!? He tapped his foot against the ground. Yeah… still here. He'd managed to keep himself on earth, despite the flash.

Adam glanced over the edge of the building and forced a laugh.

"You're gonna' be stuck with me for a while, buddy," He said to his vessel, "I'm not letting you escape that easily. Besides, death isn't all it's hyped up to be."

He was forced to cut his own throat, mid-dance.

Adam focused back on the sky. Look at it. Look at it! The sky is right there! It's not a trick. He was really here. He was alive again.

His expression relaxed when he saw a cloud drift by. It was so soft… just the most innocent earthly thing. A cloud, in an endless sky. Wind brushed Adam's hair back and he couldn't help but smile. He was free. He was alive. He blinked quickly, and then bent down, running his fingers along the ground. He closed his eyes, just focusing on the feeling of the cold stone, rough on his hand. He felt human again.

Adam stood up, and took a deep breath. He turned to look for an entrance to the building, and when he saw it he moved towards it. He climbed down the staircase, and saw a long hallway. Towards the end he spotted an elevator, and got onto it.

Blood was pouring out of his throat and onto Lucifer's shoes.

He grinned when he saw the buttons, and made a note of pressing every single one. He'd always wanted to do that anyways. Once the elevator finally reached the lobby of the building, Adam took his vessel's phone out of his pocket. He spotted a search bar, and looked at it thoughtfully. After a moment, highly doubting he'd get any results, he typed in 'Dean and Sam Winchester'.

Immediately he got tons of hits. News reports stating that his half-brothers were murderers and wanted by the police. Stories of two psychopaths. They definitely hadn't improved their reputation since the last time Adam had seen them.

He wondered if he'd be able to find them- that seemed pretty unlikely, even for someone who'd managed to escape Hell.

He had to spit shine Lucifer's shoes. He couldn't draw up any spit from his mouth and all that came out was blood.

He could probably ask another demon if they knew of the Winchester's location. Still, he'd have to explain who he was—oh just freaking hell. Apparently finding the Winchesters wouldn't be as easy a task as he had originally thought.

A cut appeared on Adam's wrist every time he unsuccessfully tried to clean Lucifer's shoes.

The other demons would probably hate Adam. After all, he was part of the reason their esteemed leader was torn away from the world and cast back into the cage.

Still, it was worth a shot wasn't it!? Someone had to know something about the Winchesters!

He could feel himself fading, as the blood poured from so many wounds on his body. Yet he was still conscious, still in so much pain.

Adam took off the tie his vessel had been wearing, and left the building. His man drifted from the Winchesters and to his vessel. He began to wonder just what this guy's story was. The hell was he trying to kill himself for?

The pain was gone for a brief second, and he felt himself die. Immediately after, his eyes burst open and Lucifer and Michael were both watching him.

Maybe it had to do with the suit. Did he go on a date and his girlfriend dumped him? Maybe he'd been fired. Whatever.

"Good morning, Adam."

He had to focus. Keep his mind away from the pit. Sam. Dean.

Well, there was one way he could be sure they'd show up. He could simply kill a bunch of people. They'd arrive thinking they were going to 'gank some monster' but no… what they'd find was their little half-brother back from the dead.

Michael pulled him up by his hair, looking into his eyes, "Doesn't he seem kind of different to you, Lucifer?"

Adam decided the first thing he'd do would be kill his vessel's family (if he had any of course). It was cold-hearted, but it sounded smart. He'd lure his half-brothers out with the thought of a 'case', and then he'd punish them for what they did to him. He took out his vessel's phone again, looking through the contacts. The first one to come up was his mother's. Adam checked for an address, and then ordered a taxi.

"Yeah, sure. Does it matter?" Lucifer sighed, rubbing his eye, "We've been down here so long it really shouldn't be a surprise the kid's gone blank."

He paid the cabbie with some cash his vessel had on him, and eventually arrived at his mother's. place. It was a quaint little home, and just from looking at it you could tell it was lived in. Some shingles had fallen off the roof, and the garage was in need of a new paint-job, but the garden was full of gorgeous flowers of all colours. They were extremely well kept, and Adam stopped to smell one of them before heading up to the door. It had such a delicate scent… He stood on the welcome mat, and rang the doorbell.

A kind looking woman with dark hair and the same coloured skin as him opened the door. She was wearing an apron that was spattered with flour, and her left cheek was smeared with dough. Adam wondered what she had been cooking, as he smiled down at her.

"Andy!" She said with an airy voice, "What are you doing here?"

Andy, huh? Adam ran a hand through his hair, the smile still on his face.

"Well, what are you standing out there for? Come in! I just baked some cookies if you'd like one." She stepped back, allowing Adam to come inside the house. It was pretty spacious, and brightly coloured wallpaper lined the walls, drawing his eyes. She led him to a bright yellow kitchen and he immediately began scanning the counter for knives. Come on, this woman had to have something lying around, right?

"I'm bored." Lucifer yawned, "Want to play poker?" He twirled his finger in the air and Adam felt his bones being torn out from under his skin. They flew through the air towards Lucifer, and flattened, turning into a deck of cards.

She turned her back on him to reach for the cookies she had put on top of the stove, and Adam's eyes fell on a rolling pin. Well, it wasn't the most dignified way to kill someone, but it would do.

He picked it up, and began to raise it over her head when the woman turned around. She pursed her eyebrows.

"Andy? What are you doing?"

Adam faltered, "I um…"

"Well, put that down, then! If you don't you can't have any of my double chocolate cookies!" She sang, holding out the plate of cookies before her.

Adam squinted, and then sighed resignedly letting his arm fall to his side. He took a cookie, and bit into it. And fuck if it wasn't delicious.

"Good, huh?"

Adam leaned against the counter, chewing on the cookie. Okay, maybe he should have killed her already, but in his defence, these were pretty good… not that he'd tasted anything other than his own blood for the past few centuries.

He said softly, "Yeah. They're good."

She beamed, and set down the plate of cookies, taking one herself, "So, Andy… I know you haven't been feeling too well recently, but I want you to know, if you ever want to talk, that I'm here for you."

Adam chewed on the cookie thoughtfully. Should he kill her now? She was right there. What was stopping him?

"Andy?"

He looked up, "Hm?"

"You seem… different today," She looked at what she thought to be her son worriedly, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." If you didn't count the fact that Lucifer was playing poker with his bones.

"Well, on a lighter note… did you see Lindsey? I mean… did you give her the ring? Am I going to be a mother-in-law!?" The woman grinned from ear to ear. She leaned forward, awaiting her son's answer.

Adam stared at her confused. So… his vessel was going to ask someone to marry him? Did she refuse? Still, that still doesn't seem like grounds to kill himself.

"Royal flush." Michael smirked, gathering up the poker chips they'd made out of Adam's ribs.

Lucifer scowled, and glanced over at Adam, who was lying on the ground, bleeding from the various wounds on his body. It was a wonder he was still alive…. He just wanted to die so he could wake up again. Just for that brief moment of nothingness.

Adam scowled when the image flashed though his mind and the woman moved forward, "Andy!? Are you alright?"

"Yeah… I'm fine. Let's just say the whole engagement thing didn't pan out."

"Oh honey I'm so sorry!" She moved forward and took his hand, "I know how much you liked Lindsey. I'm so sorry. Oh come here!" She engulfed him in a hug.

Adam was overwhelmed.

No one…

No one had made any gesture of kindness to him in centuries.

He flinched when he felt her skin brush over his. Fear encompassed his mind and without thinking he gripped the rolling pin, pulling away from her.

He hit the woman over the head with it… and then again. Blood was everywhere. Again. HARDER! SHE WAS GOING TO HURT YOU!

NO ONE CAN HURT YOU ANYMORE! YOU'RE A DEMON, ADAM! KILL HER.

"KILL HER."

Adam dropped the pin. The woman was lying on the floor, head bashed in. She had an expression of utter shock and hurt on what was left of her face.

Lucifer and Michael exchanged a look.

Adam was breathing heavily, and he staggered out of the kitchen, catching his appearance in the mirror. He had a wild sort of look about him, and blood covered his shirt. With a start he realized he'd have to get changed if he didn't want to attract attention.

"Um, Adam?" Michael began.

He traipsed through the house, and found Andy's old room. He pulled on a shirt that said "game-changer" in the middle, and discarded his bloody suit and tie.

Lucifer was staring at Adam, confused. He snapped his fingers, and the bones returned to Adam's body.

Adam ran a hand through his hair. He wondered if maybe he should cut it.

"What did you just say?" Lucifer asked, standing up and wandering over to where Adam was laying.

Who to kill next? Or maybe he should just write some cryptic message on the wall in blood. The latter sounded easier.

Lucifer pushed his foot into Adam's side, "Answer me."

He went back down the stairs and into the kitchen. He knelt down beside the woman's body.

"Adam!" He said threateningly.

Adam dipped his vessel's already-stained tie in the woman's blood. Carefully, he drew it up and began to write on the wall.

Adam's eyes were blank. Lucifer pulled him up and stared straight into them.

He ignored what he saw was going on in the pit. That- that didn't concern him now. All that mattered was the task at hand.

He scoffed and threw him back down, "Useless brat."

He wrote in large letters, 'I'M BACK, SAM!'

Adam smirked. Whatever the Winchesters assume is going on; this would draw them to the area. He'd just have to sit back… and wait.

A/N: Okay! There we go, another chapter done. Wow, it turned out longer than expected, but uh... hope you liked.

So, what do you think will happen next? Will Dean and Sam show up?

...Mrgh, I have so many ideas. But, guess you'll find out the answers to those questions next Tuesday. See ya then!