I paced through the basement, trying not to break anything. But I was just filled with rage, and anger. I just wanted to punch something, and at this very moment it was Dean. I screw my hands into fists, and internally let out a scream. Suddenly, a plus of energy ricocheted from my hands and a fire erupted into existence on a nearby bookshelf. The flame began to extend up the bookshelf. I exhaled, trying to calm myself. I opened my hands, and the flame on the bookshelf began to leap off and swirl into my palms. Soon enough the flames vanished from the bookshelf, and were now in my hands. But I crushed them, and snuffed the flames out.

The release of energy did offer me some relief. But I was still pent up. I throw my hands down, shaking them softly. Trying to stifle the burning rage that was clearly still present. The sound of Cas's voice shouting for help, and then Bobby's voice shouting 'Boys' warned me that something was happening.

In an instant, I was back upstairs, just in time to see Cas planting someone on Bobby's bed. Dean and Sam rushed on in, as Bobby wheeled himself forward.

"Who is it?" He asks, casting his gaze to the boys. From where I stood, I could barely make out it was a man, as he was covered in dirt.

"That's our brother," The words I didn't expect to leave Sam's mouth, as I was shocked.

"You have a brother?!" My voice was wild, as the statement, thought I was still pissed this was some news to me.

"Wait a minute, your brother? Adam?" Bobby pigged back to the end of my comment.

"Cas, what the hell?" Dean shot at the angel, but he ignored his comment, and placed two Angel's blades down onto the desk.

"Angels," was the single word he let out, staring at Adam.

"Angels? Why?" Sam asked. However, Cas shook his head, not sure why they brought back their dead brother.

"I know one thing for sure," Cas came around the table, and passed me, heading towards Adam. "We need to hide him now," Cas looks down at Adam, before leaning down and placing a hand upon his chest. A dim glow appeared, and Adam snapped open his eyes, jolting up a little. Soon enough the branding was over, and Adam shot up and began to pant, as his eyes flicked between us all.

"Where am I?"

"It's ok," Sam tried to ease his nerves. "Just relax. You're safe,"

"Who the hell are you?!" He raised his voice at Sam, clearly freaked about all of this.

"You're gonna find this a little - a lot crazy, but we're actually your brothers," I was trying to wrap my head around it still, because by the looks of him. He did not inherit the looks of the family.

"It's the truth," Sam backed up his brother. "John Winchester was our Father, too. See, I'm Sam–"

"Yeah, and I'm sure that's Dean," Adam cuts into Sam's sentence, eyes locked onto Dean. "I know who you are," he sounded bitter towards them.

"How?" Sam asked.

"They warned me about you," Adam replied, and it wasn't hard to guess who he was on about.

"Who did?" Dean questions, wanting to know. Either he didn't get it, or he was just making sure.

"The Angels," there was a brief pause, as we soaked the information in. "Now, where the hell is Zachariah?!" He shouts at us once again, demanding to see the Angel. Head-strong, like two other people I know, must have inherited passive traits...

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Small amount of time passed, as we allowed him to clean up, and find some new pairs of clothes to wear. He was now back on the bed, with a glass - of whatever Bobby had, probably some alcoholic. Adam's eyes shifted between us all. I was sitting at the other end of the desk, my legs not touching the ground, my hands planted at either side of me. Sam was a few inches over, leaning.

"So, why don't you just tell us everything? Start from the beginning," Dean ordered, but his tone was so compiling, you couldn't resist. He was sitting on a chair a few inches away from the bed, and was reversed sitting, so his arms rested on the back of the chair. Adam's eyes once again flicked between us all, as he had no other choice but to comply with Dean's wishes.

"Well, I was dead and in Heaven... Except it – it, uh, kind of looked like my prom. And I was making out with this girl. Her – Her name was Kristin McGee,"

"Mm, yeah, that sounds like Heaven," Dean made the remark. "Did you get to third base?" Dean flashed up his eyebrows, as his eyes didn't disconnect from Adma's. Sam cleared his throat, alerting Dean that it wasn't something we needed to know. While I scoffed at his typical behavior.

"Just, uh, just keep going," Sam's eyes flicked from his brother back to Adam.

"Well, these – these Angels, they popped out of nowhere, and they tell me that I-I'm chosen," Adam's eyes moved onto Sam.

"For what?"

"To save the world," Adam began to express some smug type traits, it was written all over his face.

"How you gonna do that?" Dean asked, as Adam turned his head to meet Dean's gaze.

"Oh, me and some Archangel are gonna kill the Devil," Adam responded, with that smug, entitled expression that I knew was coming.

"What Archangel?" Dean seemed worried as the words fell from his mouth.

"Michael," Adam states with a calm tone. "I'm his, uh, sword or vessel or something. I don't know," Adam didn't know the full extent to this Dean chuckles, finding it impossible that someone else could be Michael's vessel.

"Well, that's insane,"

"Not necessarily," Cas spoke, leaning against another desk, not so far away from us all.

"How do you mean?" Dean had turned in his chair to stare at Cas - who had his arms folded.

"Maybe they're moving on from you, Dean," Cas told him straight, no beating around the bush.

"That doesn't make sense," what he's been told about being Michael's one and only vessel was false.

"He's John Winchester's bloodline, Sam's brother," Cas rolled off the requirements that are needed. "It's not perfect, but it's possible,"

"You got to be kidding me," Dean couldn't believe it.

"Why would they do this?" Sam asked, his head facing Cas.

"Maybe they're desperate. Maybe they've wrongly assumed Dean would be brave enough to withstand them," Cas was blunt in his statement, but it made me chuckle slightly.

"All right, you know what? Blow me, Cas," Dean was annoyed as his eyes locked onto Cas for a moment - who just looked confused as a newborn puppy.

"Look. No way," Sam didn't want to hear this, not what after the Angels put them through. "After everything that's happened," Sam chuckled in disbelief. "All that crap about destiny. Suddenly, the angels have a plan 'B'?" Sam was going for it. "Does that smell right to anybody?" Sam's eyes cocked between us all, as it did sound funky.

"You know, this has been a really moving family reunion. But, uh," Adam began, placing his drink onto the ground. "I got a thing, so –" Adam stood up from the bed, ready to bounce from the joint.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, no. Sit down," Sam was quick in his reply, and stood at the same time Adam did. "Just listen, ok?" They stared at one another for a few moments. "Please," Sam probably, held a soft gaze to him, another thing about the Winchesters you can't say no too.

"It's unbelievable," Adam states, turning around and heading back over to the bed, before sitting back in his original position.

"Now, Adam... The Angels are lying to you. They're full of crap," Sam was going to give him the cold hard truth. Adam on the other hand, began to laugh.

"Yeah, I don't think so,"

"Really?" Sam scoffs for a second. "Why not?" He clearly wasn't impressed with his half-brother's reply.

"Um, 'cause they're angels," Adam raised his head to meet Sam's gaze.

"Did they tell you they were gonna roast half the planet?"

"They said the fight might get pretty hairy, but it is the devil, right? So, we got to stop him," Adam wasn't told the whole truth, these lies are the angels doing.

"Yeah, but there's another way," I notice Dean bringing his eyes over to Sam, still not on the whole idea of there being another way out of all this.

"Great. What is it?"

"Well, we're working on the power of love," Dean made a sarcastic comment, eyes looking over to Adam.

"How's that going?" Adam too, made a remark.

"Mm, not good," again with the sarcasm. A defining trait of a Winchester. Sam lets out a sigh, dismissing his brother's comment.

"Look, Adam. You don't know me from a hole in the wall, I know," I have no clue where they would get these references from. "But I'm begging you. Please, just trust me," it was going to be a big leap for Adam to do. "Give me some time," Sam was now pleading with Adam on this.

"Give me one good reason," Adam was open for the taking, but refrained myself from saying anything witty or rude.

"Because we're blood," Sam was correct with that.

"You got no right to say that to me," Adam's voice turned dark.

"You're still John's boy," Bobby now added into the mix.

"No, John Winchester was some guy who took me to a baseball game once a year. I don't have a Dad," Adam was quick in his reply. "So, we may be blood, but we are not family. My Mom is my family, and if I do my job, I get to see her again. So, no offense, but she's the one I give a rat's ass about, not you," Adam's voice raised, his eyes casting between Sam and Dean. The air was silent for a moment, the tension thick as it lingered through the air.

"Fair enough," Sam states, Adam's eyes focused back on him. "But if you have one good memory of Dad – just one – then you'll give us a little more time. Please," Sam was too nice to him, but then again their blood.

"Or," I began, Adam's eyes finally connecting with mine, as I hopped off the desk. "Just spit-balling here. I can cut you up into pieces, and FedEx you to the four corners of the world. Where no one, and I mean no one. Will find you," a sinister expression twisted into my face. "Oh, you'll be alive too," I crept closer to Adam. "Always conscious, never dying. Just alone, in a box for all eternity," with being close to Adam, my eyes blinked, and flicked to their pools of black abyss. Adam yelps, and jolts back, terrified written all over his face.

"Enough, Abigael," Sam's stern voice appeared from behind, as he grips my arm and pulled me back.

"Would you like the soft approach again?" I remarked, my head twisting to meet his gaze, my eyes still pools of black. "Or would you prefer the doey-eyed expression you do?" I ripped my arm free from his hold. I blinked, and my eyes turned back to their brown hue. Sam remained silent. "That's what I thought," I replied, lingering my gaze on Sam. Before spinning around to face Adam. "Try to run, and I'll hunt you down," it was a threat, and I was sure to keep it if he tried anything...

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