Adam sat in the front pew of the church. He looked up at the sculpture of Jesus on the cross. He'd been here before, so many times… back when he was still trapped in the cage. This church on the edge of the cemetery, long abandoned but still so beautiful.

It was small; there were only two rows of seats with one aisle through the middle. Most of the once-beautiful stained glass windows were smashed through, and the sculpture of Jesus at the front was crooked. The pews were old, though still sturdy. The floor was covered in dirt, and the Altar was covered in dust. An old rusty communion pan sat on top.

The two doors to the church weakly hung on their hinges, looking as though if they were even lightly touched, they'd crash to the ground. There was an aged piano as well, long out of tune, and beside it, an open door leading to the basement.

Why had God abandoned him? That was the first thought Adam had had when he'd been thrown into the pit. He wasn't overtly religious in his life, but he was still a theist. He was a good person—he should have gone to heaven. Instead, he was cast into Hell.

And now, the people who'd thrown him into that godforsaken place were being punished. Albeit, he didn't have much say in the exact nature of what happened, but he knew it was horror. They'd slowly and painfully die, watching their worst nightmares come true before their eyes.

Adam smiled. Djinn truly were amazing creatures, weren't they? He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have met her. Carla, the woman who came to examine Ms. Taylor's body, was a djinn. It was easy enough to convince her to help him with hurting two hunters, and not just any hunters, the Winchesters. She was ecstatic. Still, they did hit a minor detour when she only touched Dean at the coroner's office, but she made up for it.

Here's to hoping Sam didn't recognize the other person standing above him when Adam had possessed Lindsey. Still, it wouldn't really matter, would it? Even if he recognized Carla, there would be no way he'd know she was a djinn. Adam could hardly believe how perfect everything was going.

And the shapeshifter- god, the shapeshifter. They were brilliant. Absolutely brilliant, hell even for a moment Adam was fooled when he saw the shifter playing 'Dean.'

And Lucifer had no clue what was truly going on up on earth. Adam recalled his conversation with him and Michael yesterday.

Lucifer regarded him with astonishment, "Heya, Addy! Nice to see you up and about again."

Michael just stared at the ground, as if hearing Adam's voice was somewhat painful.

"Lucifer," Adam said as confidently as I could.

"Adam."

"I… want to ask you something."

"Mm?"

"C-Castiel," Adam cursed his stutter, and tried to bring up his confidence once more, "If- if you were given the option, h-how would you kill him?"

"What brings this on?" Lucifer scoffed.

"Tell me."

Lucifer rubbed his chin, thinking for a moment, "Well, I'd probably burn him slowly in holy oil. But knowing that bastard, God would probably bring him back to life anyways."

"And also, uh, d-do you know of any shape shifters?"

"The hell would you want to know that for?" He sauntered up to Adam, "In case you haven't noticed, we're stuck in this cage. Even if I told you, what would be the point?"

"Humour me."

Lucifer raised his eyebrows, looking at the boy incredulously, "Humour you? HUMOUR you? You're my toy! My little pet. But you know what? How about you do something for me. Then I'll tell you."

"What?"

"Tell me why you want to know. Don't lie now."

Adam chose his words carefully, "When I'm on earth, I want to get revenge on the Winchesters, as well as on Castiel."

"When- when you're on earth? Sorry to break it to you, but if you haven't realized yet, THERE'S NO WAY OUT OF HERE."

Michael shook his head, and finally spoke, "If you know, just tell him. What harm could it do?"

"You know what? Fine! Fine, I'll tell you, kiddo. There's one I know of for sure. They're the bartender of a place called Hill's Brewery. Anything else pointless you'd like to know Adam?"

"N-no."

"Okay, now tell me the real reason you wanted to know this."

"I did."

"Liar." Lucifer growled, and moved his face closer to Adam's. "I don't like it when people lie to me, Adam."

For the longest moment, Adam felt his heart stop.

Lucifer stared straight into his eyes, "I don't get you! You don't speak for centuries, and then all of a sudden you're asking me these ridiculous questions, and I just. Don't. Get it!"

Michael piped up, "Well… you can't say he's boring anymore."

Hearing that, a grin appeared on Lucifer's face, "No. No I can't. What else you have to say, Adam?"

But Adam had tuned out, bringing himself back to earth.

"Adam?"

He laughed lightly at the memory. Since then, he hadn't been made to go back to the pit. He supposed it was because he had gotten more control over his soul. But now, he had the Winchesters trapped and dying, and he just had to wait it out.

But there was one little problem. Adam was bored. Now that he'd captured the Winchesters, he wasn't even part of the running anymore! It was all up to Carla's djinn magic. A part of him wanted to go downstairs, just whip out a blade and cut his half-brothers' throats... watch as the life drained from their frail human bodies.

No, that wouldn't be smart. But it would be a hell of a lot more interesting than waiting around for them to die.

He yawned, and then lay down on the pew. Well, he had one other thing to look forward to: Castiel. The angel who left him in hell.

He knew a djinn's spell wouldn't work on him, so he'd devised a few different ideas as to how he'd settle their little… disagreement.

Judging from the relationship Castiel had with the Winchesters, he'd soon try to come and 'save' them. That's when he'd get his chance. He didn't have as much of a personal connection to the angel, so he'd decided to just simply kill him. In the most painful way possible, just as Lucifer had suggested.

He wondered if the shifter could help him out with this one- but well, he deserved a break. Or she. Did it really matter? After all, they were a different person every day.

For the time being though, Adam didn't think Castiel would show up within just a day of the Winchesters having been trapped. Hell, it would be truly awe-inspiring if he did. After all, Castiel did go to such lengths to free Sam... and left him alone.

Adam took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He had to keep a clear head. After all, that was what was keeping him on earth. So long as he was calm, collected... everything would be fine. But still, as he heard the mutterings of the Winchesters from downstairs- ramblings from their nightmares, he began to grow more fidgety.

Damn it! He jumped off the pew and onto his feet, and walked up and down the aisle of the church. He had to do something. He was growing mad with boredom. He glanced at the front doors of the church- one of them was crooked, nearly falling off, and he ran towards it.

He hit it so that it swung open—the hinges creaked loudly, and light flooded the dark church. Adam closed his eyes.

This was his freedom.

He stepped out into the cemetery, and a bird flew away from him, the flutter of wings echoing in the emptiness.

He remembered seeing this graveyard from the pit... how surreal it had been that first time. Dream-like. But he was really here, standing in the cemetery he'd both fallen and risen from.

He leaned against the wall of the church, breathing in the scent of wet dirt and flowers. It always awed him that a place where the dead are kept could be so beautiful. So clean.

There was a shout from inside the church, but he disregarded it. One of the Winchesters was dreaming... that's all. Adam grinned and then sat down, the wet grass seeping through his jeans immediately. He'd never have to go back to the pit. He was free, and even the people who'd hurt him, well he was even with them. As even as he could get.

Nothing could compare to what he'd been through. What they all had put him through for not trying to help him. For abandoning him.
He took a deep breath, and looking quickly at the beautiful blue sky, he stood up and brushed himself off. He really should focus.

Adam stepped back inside the church, and carefully adjusted the door so it looked somewhat shut- but he supposed it would never fully close.

He laid down on one of the pews once more, and closed his eyes. Shouts filled his head, desperate cries for help, and of guilt.

"Dean, Sam, help me," Adam mocked, "I need you."

He smirked.

Whatever happened next, at the very least, he wouldn't let it be boring.

A/N: So... what do y'all think? I was pretty tentative about posting this chapter, but um... please review, I'd really love to hear your thoughts! ^^