AN: That's exactly what I was thinking when I wrote that part with Lucifer, CallMeAnonymous9. I'm thrilled you thought the same.
Warnings: The language of Winchesters.
Disclaimer: The only Supernatural thing I own is my inexplicable ability to weird people out.
Summary: Adam's just been dragged out of Hell . . . and he has no idea where he is.
Okay, dragging him out of Hell after forever and fifty years, then dropping him off in some kind of park in Ohshit, WhereTheHellAmI? Not cool. Seriously not cool.
Adam flinched at the sudden pain in his head. "Shit," he mumbled.
A little girl sitting on a nearby bench looked at him with wide blue eyes. "You said a bad word," she breathed.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry."
"Are you okay?" she asked, with childish concern.
Well, actually . . .
"No," he said. "Not really."
She patted the seat next to her. "What's wrong?"
He sat down beside her, slumping a little bit. "Just got out of Hell."
"The one Mama talks about at church?" the girl asked in a hushed tone.
He snorted, bitterness lining his expression. "That's the one."
"Why were you there? Did you do something bad?"
"Nothing to warrant a trip Downstairs," he muttered. "I just kinda got caught up in something. One of my brothers was with me for awhile, but someone . . . something got him out." His gaze drifted to the ground. "At least one of us got freed."
"What's it like?" the girl asked with a child's curiosity.
"Well, it wasn't much fun, for one thing."
"You okay?" she questioned again.
Adam sighed. "A lot better than I've been in a long . . . long time, that's for sure. Someone must have done something to me, otherwise I'd be a lot less coherent right now."
"Co . . . co . . ." The girl scrunched up her face at the frustrating word.
"Understandable," he corrected.
There was a brief silence before the girl looked back up at him. "Am I gonna go to Hell?" she asked with that strange solemnity some kids used.
His voice softened. "Nah, sweetheart. A good girl like you? You've got nothing to worry about."
She beamed at him.
The Winchester genes strike again.
After a long moment, it dawns on him why her happy expression doesn't cause him to smile, although it does soften his expression.
He's forgotten how.
Obviously, he'd have to relearn. Practice in a mirror, so as not to scare the kiddies.
Yay.
Damn you, Satan, he thought bitterly. Damn you all.
Up next: It's just a day in the life.
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"Someone's cursing my name." Lucifer glanced around the Cage suspiciously. "I can feel it."
"I wonder why," Michael said sarcastically.
"Oh, like you're all innocence and purity," the Devil retorted.
"I am pure. I'm an Archangel. I'm about as pure as you can get."
Lucifer sniffed. "I'm an Archangel, too."
"You're a demon," Michael rebutted.
Lucifer scowled. "Your mom."
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