"Well, that Andy guy's quite the character." Dean chortled as they got back into the car.

Sam scoffed, "Yeah. You know Dean; I can't believe you kept talking about his girlfriend like that."

"Ex-girlfriend. And apparently, your… what is it now, six-night stand?"

"I didn't know she was dating anyone!"

"You ruined a poor guy's life, Sammy-boy. Don't worry. It happens to the best of us." Dean said with a grin as he closed the car door.

"I seriously didn't know, Dean."

Dean shook his head, still grinning, "My brother. The heart-breaker."

"Jerk."

"Bitch."

Sam sighed, "Look. Moving on… There's just something about this case. I feel like we're missing something."

"Well, yeah, we don't know who the killer is."

"No, more than that. Why target me specifically? What's their goal? If they wanted us here, well they've got us here, so what's going to happen now, Dean?"

Dean began driving down the road, in search of a motel to stay at for the next couple of days, "I don't know. Guess we'll just have to wait and see." He spotted one and began to pull into the lot.

"We should probably visit the coroner's office. See the body, find if there's any clues left behind on her."

Dean sighed, glancing at the motel, and then turned the car and reversed his direction.

Sam's phone buzzed and he glanced at the text he'd just received.

"Who's texting you Sammy?"

Sam just sighed, and put his phone back down, "Um… it's Lindsey."

Dean raised his eyebrows, "You still with her?"

"She cheated on Andy… with me. Yeah, pretty sure that's not grounds for a healthy relationship."

"But is she hot?"

"Dean!"

"…Okay sorry, you don't have to answer that; I saw her profile pic. She's hot, Sammy. Who cares if she was with that other guy? You can still hang with her a couple nights."

Sam just ran a hand through his hair, "What if she's tied to the murder? I don't think it's any coincidence that Lindsey knows Ms. Taylor."

"Well, guess we'll find out. Maybe you should meet with her again," Dean winked, and then seeing Sam's expression he corrected himself, "I mean to see if she's tied to the murder."

Sam sighed, "Yeah… maybe."

"Don't sound so down! She's hot!"

Sam quieted at that, and Dean grinned. Well, he wasn't wrong. Sam recalled the times he spent with Lindsey. Well, she was a bit odd, but he hadn't thought her to be the type to cheat.

They sat in silence until Dean pulled up at the coroner's office. They climbed up the steps and entered through the doorway, flashing their badges.

"We'd like to see the body of Ms. Taylor?" Sam asked.

A woman by the name of Carla nodded, "Right this way. Still, there's not much to see." As she pulled the woman's body out of the rack, Dean spotted a flowery tattoo on Carla's collarbone. He grinned, wondering what else she was hiding. Gorgeous blue-green eyes, dark hair... he definitely wouldn't mind finding out. His grin faded as the body of Ms. Taylor came into view.

Her head was entirely bashed in, skull dented, and her expression, beaten into her face, was one of pure shock and despair. However, the rest of her body seemed intact. In fact, he'd go so far as to say she wasn't harmed in any other way- not a single blemish on her. It had been a quick death, then.

Why would the demon just kill this woman? She wasn't significant at all to the two of them, especially not to Sam. What was the point?

Carla sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, "We couldn't even find the murderer's fingerprints on the rolling pin.

Sam crossed his arms, "So… there weren't any fingerprints at all?"

"Now I didn't say that now did I? Don't you listen there agent?"

Dean laughed, "Yeah, he's new. Sorry."

Carla rolled her eyes, "Ms. Taylor's fingerprints were on it, and so were Andy's, her son's."

"…Andy's fingerprints were on it?" Sam blinked.

"God, is he deaf?"

Dean cleared his throat, "Yeah, again- new. Why were Andy's prints on the pin?"

"Well, he told us he found her, and lifted up the pin out of shock."

"Why isn't he a suspect?" Dean asked.

"His story checked out apparently. I didn't actually hear it, but the investigative officers just told me he wasn't a suspect. No clue why. If you ask me, they should be investigating him, but eh, guess I'm kind of cold hearted to think a son would murder his own mother right?"

"No, that um, doesn't make you cold-hearted." Sam assured.

"Sorry, did you say something newbie?" She jeered, and turned to face Dean, "Well anyway, if you can, I say talk to him a bit more. He's damn suspicious. Wish I had more influence, but I just take care of them dead 'uns. Ain't that right Ms. Taylor?" She chuckled and rolled the dead woman's body back into the rack.

Carla put her hands together and looked at Dean, "Anything else you need?"

"No, that's good. Thanks." Sam answered for his brother.

Carla glanced at him once, and then just shook her head lightly. She reached into her pocket, "Fine then. Well, if you need anything, gimme' a call." She handed Dean a business card she'd pulled out of her pocket, making sure she let her hand touch his. She smiled, and traced her fingers down his hand before finally drawing back.

"Awesome. Will do." He grinned and Sam just looked at his brother incredulously. Was he being serious right now?! They were in the middle of a dire investigation and here he was, flirting.

Sam sighed, "Thank you for your time, Carla." She looked as though she had something else to say, but Sam nudged Dean slightly, and they left her office.

The brothers stepped out onto the road, and Sam glanced at the setting sun.

Dean looked at his younger brother, recognizing the expression on his face, "What's up?"

"I think we should pay Andy a visit."

Is that fire?

Adam's mind vaguely registered the red hot metal knife as Lucifer brought it closer. After skinning him earlier and eliciting such a strong reaction, he'd decided to do it once more.

"You've been acting a bit strange lately, Adam." He began tugging on Adam's hair lightly, pulling it up, and cutting it. The heat emanated from the knife above him, the top of his scalp prickling.

Michael poked at the fire Lucifer had heated the knife on, "Why are you bothering with this?"

"Well, I'm bored. And well, you don't care about this guy anyways, so why does it matter to you?" Lucifer scoffed, "At least I cared for my vessel."

Michael stood up indignantly, "You broke his soul!"

"He wasn't exactly my vessel down here now was he?"

"I will never understand your logic, brother."

"Yeah. Ditto." He let the blade of the knife dip into Adam's head, enticing a very light flinch from Adam.

Lucifer began to cut off the skin on Adam's head, all the while searing the wounds closed with the knife, only to open them up again.

What colour was the sky again?

Adam took a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air. His scalp tingled, and he absent-mindedly ran his fingers through his hair.

He looked across the street at the sunset, finally leaving Ms. Taylor's house. The setting sun was beautiful. He couldn't look away from the dazzling colours bouncing through the air. They shone through the buildings in front of him, glimmering off their windows, making the world look as though it was on fire.

He really hoped it wasn't.

Clouds began to get darker, colouring to a delicate pigment of purple, enticing him to look away from the sunset for a moment and behind him. The sky had begun to grow dark, opposite the sunset. The gradient across the sky was the most beautiful thing he had set his eyes on in what felt like centuries.

A delicate wind rustled his hair and he smiled, not even daring to close his eyes. To think even for a second that this might be a dream. He was free.

Lucifer spat on his burning scalp, and it began to sting even more so than before.

Adam shook his head, finally looking away from the sunset, and back at the ground. Now that he'd gotten the Winchesters to show up…

Well, he knew what he was going to do to Sam, after all… he'd seen the worst of it down in Hell. Found what really… really grinded him. Broke him.

There was a particular moment when Sam's soul completely snapped! He'd decided to recreate it, and well, his plan was already in action.

It would be simple, really, and he knew exactly what to do with Dean as well.

He knew what he wanted to do to the Winchesters, and with any luck everything was going exactly according to his plan. His eyes widened. There was someone he hadn't planned a punishment for. Damn it! How could he forget the person who took Sam and left him behind in hell!? How could he forget about Castiel?

Maybe… maybe Lucifer or Michael knew what he should do about Castiel.

No. That was stupid. More stupid than anything. Asking those two for anything, well, it might reveal what was really happening to him. Who knew what they'd try then?! His mind drifted back to Cas.

That feathered freak. Adam didn't know enough about him to think of a good enough punishment. What would that bastard hate? What would kill him, not just physically… but emotionally as well. He needed him to hurt. He needed him to scream out in pain as his entire world burned around him. As if fell piece by piece by bloody piece to the ground. Burning…. Ashes would fill his throat as he choked on it, gasping for breath- He had to die! HE HAD TO DIE!

Adam's eyes turned black.

He was going to kill them. Kill them all.

"A-dam," Lucifer sang, "Won't you speak?"

Their blood would drip down his hands.

Lucifer sighed, sounding somewhat bored.

He'd kill them all, and no one was going to stop him!

"Honestly, just say something, we never talk anymore."

Actually, why should he even let this stop him? He could get his perfect revenge…

"Just tell me kiddo, what's on your mind? Well, other than twelve layers of burnt skin."

He could ask them.

Lucifer scraped his nails across Adam's skull, which was showing through the wounds.

They could help him.

Michael scoffed, "Maybe if you leave him be a moment, he'll talk."

What did he have to lose?

Lucifer snapped his fingers, and repaired the damaged skin on Adam's head, "There. Happy?"

He could lose everything he'd obtained. He could lose this freedom.

"You gonna talk now Adam?"

Oh, fuck it.

Adam lifted his head, and his eyes darted between the two brothers, disregarding their shocked expressions.

"Yeah. Yeah, I am."

A/N:WOO! Well, that was a fun chapter. By the way, I have quite a few more chapters done and written, but i'm still going to only be updating once a week. I like having the time to edit things.

But with me having so much done, i'll always be on time with updates! I think once a week is pretty darn good for a fanfic, right guys?

What do y'all think is going to happen next? I'm definitely curious as to your ideas! :D