So let's assume for a second that Dean had let Michael take his body so that he could save his brother Adam. That Sammy had accepted Lucifer into him. That Dean had been strong enough to take control of his body long enough to tackle Sammy into the pit. That Bobby and Castiel had still somehow been miraculously saved and healed. That Adam had lots of things about his past that no one knew and that with Lucifer and Michael in the pit the Anti-Christ is on Earth working his magic and the Croatoan virus is spreading rapidly. Well, then, if that was true then this is what would have happened.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the supernatural characters.

CHAPTER 1

Adam woke up in a bed that was not his with the blankets wrapped tightly around his body. He immediately sat up, wondering to himself where the hell he was first of all, and what the heck he was doing here. He gazed around the room trying to take in everything a force of habit that came almost naturally to him nowadays. Feeling the crisp bed linen underneath his fingers, Adam was glad that he had slept in a comfortable bed that night, even if he didn't know where he was.

Eyes glancing around the room, Adam noticed that it was scarcely decorated except for an odd picture on the wall here and there, a dresser against the wall across from him, and a small bedside table to his right. A bedside table that had a pile of fresh clothes folded up into a neat pile, his clothes to be exact. Curious, Adam tentatively lifted up the blankets and sheets he was laying under and sure enough he was completely naked.

Adam took a deep breath and sat back trying to relax letting the covers fall back around him.

He closed his eyes and was quickly introduced to a sharp pain at his right temple; everything was happening way to fast and nothing seemed to be adding up. He couldn't remember ever stepping into this room.

Wait what was the last thing he could remember?

Adam gripped tightly at his head as all of his most recent memories slammed back into him like a hammer against his skull. He remembered dieing then going to heaven, he remembered the angel Zachariah and the deal he had offered him. He remembered betraying his brothers, his brothers Sam and Dean. He remembered escaping from them, escaping from Bobbies house and Zachariah finding him. He remembered the room he was brought to, that beautiful room of white. The room everyone was brought to while the angels deliberated. He remembered Zachariah telling him that he was no longer needed that he had served his purpose. Dean and Sam would come looking for him and Zachariah would make him say yes. He remembered trying to stop him but Zachariah was too powerful. He remembered the blood coming from his mouth and nose and the pain, dear god the pain.

Then Sam and Dean showed up; they had come to rescue him, even though he had betrayed them, Even though he had been willing to sellout his own brothers to save himself.

Then Dean had tricked him, had tricked that bastard Zachariah and killed him but not before he had summoned the arch angel Michael.

The last thing Adam could remember was the light- that bright, blinding light that seemed to penetrate through his body, burn its way into his mind and seer its way through his eyes.

He had tried to run but it was way to fast. The pearly white doors had slammed shut in front of him blocking off his only way to salvation. Adam had pounded on that door, screaming and crying for some aide to come or for he himself to be released, but he couldn't break it down. He couldn't get to his brothers. He was trapped with this terrible invasive light all hope once again ripped away.

And then he heard the voice. It was deep and echoed through his mind, paralyzing him to the ground leaving him completely defenseless. He had never remembered feeling so invaded, so violated, or so utterly vulnerable. "SAY YES!" the voice had vibrated through his entire being giving him no option to ignore it, but still he had tried.

Then the pain had come again. Pain unlike any he had ever felt in death or in life. Pain that traveled through his whole body, through every fiber through every cell. It was colder than then the dry ice, hotter than a blazing fire. He could feel every bone being broken repeatedly then set and knitted back together. He could feel the skin and muscle tissue being ripped and peeled off bones, like someone filleting a fish, just to be put back together again like he was the punchline of some cruel joke.

Adam had screamed so loud that he could actually feel his eardrums and vocal cords burst, filling his mouth and lungs with blood. It was a sound so blood curdling and soul shattering that even a demon in hell would have felt sorry for him.

Whoever tortured Adam however was not from hell and it felt no sympathy towards him. He wanted only one thing and nothing in heaven or hell could stand in his way or they too would feel his unrelenting wrath. He had given up on mercy and trying to understand these lifeforms his father had created. Their egos and unrelenting disobedience astounded him and he would be lenient no longer. He had, how do the humans put it?...oh yes, reached his limit.

He raised his glowing white hot hand to inflict further discomfort to the boy when it finally spoke

"Yes!" Adam managed to gurgle through the blood spewing out his mouth. "Take my body, just please make the pain stop."

Michael smiled a ruthless arrogant smile and lowered his hand. "Finally the parasite has learned his place," said Michael in a smooth soothing voice. The angel had slipped into Adams meat suit as easily as if he was slipping on a comfy jacket, and everything that was Adam was pushed to the side like the remnant of some unwanted memory.

"Good" the voice cooed. "Because of you, humanity can still be saved." That was the last thing Adam heard before he was carried off in a curtain of black oblivion.

Adam re-opened his eyes after that brief flashback and gasping for air, he took one deep breath to steady his racing heart. "Well that wasn't any fun" stated Adam sarcastically to himself.

Adam flung back his blankets and stood up, grabbing his clothes off the nightstand. At least whoever had stripped him down had been nice enough to wash his clothes. He dressed himself and laced up his shoes.

First thing was first, he needed to get out of here, wherever here was and find his brothers.

He opened up the door and peered around the corner. The hallway was completely deserted as far as he could see so he headed towards the staircase and walked down, admiring the nicely stained oak banister.

It wasn't till he reached the bottom that the smell hit him. The wonderful smell of eggs and bacon sizzling in a skillet. Adams stomach grumbled and his hunger hit him like a ton of bricks. Damn, how long had it been since he'd eaten last? He pushed his hunger to the side for the moment and headed toward the front door, trying to be as quiet as possible whilst turning the doorknob.

"God help me Adam Winchester if you walk out that door I will drag you back here myself and beat you to an inch of your life with this spatula!"

Adam turned around to see a very angry black woman standing at the doorway of the kitchen glaring at him. She had a medium built with her hair done up in a very neat, curly ponytail at the top of her head. With one hand firmly planted on her wide hip and the other hand was pointing a metal spatula in his direction, Adam was frozen in his spot.

He had dealt with all sorts of supernatural beings and yet for some reason this feisty woman, wearing a blue kitchen apron, intimidated him something fierce. Adam took a cautious step away from the door, letting his hand fall away from the door knob. He did not want to upset this woman and for some reason he had no doubt that she would have no problem carrying out her threat.

"You know," she said, still brandishing her spatula in the air like a weapon. "I saw you waking up today. I even saw that you would want to leave to find your brothers, but never for one second did I see you being so rude. Tryin' to sneak out on a poor innocent woman after she's been slavin' over a hot stove all morning to cook you the first real meal you've probably had in over a month. You aughta be ashamed of yourself Adam Winchester."

Adam stood there in complete bewilderment while this woman he had never met- who apparently knew his name- scolded him.

"Well boy don't just stand there, where's your manners? Get in the kitchen and sit down while I fix u up a plate... Well hurry up child I've got biscuits in the oven." She gestured hurriedly towards the kitchen with her spatula.

Adam hurried past the woman and into the kitchen to sit down at the dining room table while the woman muttered under her breath, "He betta not of made me burn the biscuits."

Adam watched as she removed the tray of biscuits from the oven and then proceeded to start scooping out heaping servings of eggs and bacon onto two plates followed by the piping hot biscuits. When she set the plate in front of him and a wave of steam hit him in the face he realized he could no longer ignore his roaring stomach.

"Well don't be shy, eat boy," she said while pouring him a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.

Adam took a timid bite at first. "Oh my god," he said. "This is like heaven in my mouth." He hurriedly began shoveling hot eggs and crispy bacon into his mouth.

"Thatta boy," said the woman laughing loudly. "I knew your mama raised you right."

"Now first things first," she said taking a dainty bite from her own plate. "You're thinking who is this amazing woman who can cook so well and how does she know so much about me?" When Adam nodded his head, she continued. "My name is Missouri and I'm the best darn psychic around. Now your thinking there's no way this woman can expect me to buy this, psychic really? Now you're thinkin' wow this lady is fucking creepy, and boy if you eva curse me or think a bad thought about me in your head again I'll reach across this table and slap you. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am," said Adam nodding astounded.

"Good, now that we've got that straightened out. I just love introductions because I'm old fashioned like that. Feel free to ask your questions. I can hear them spinning around your head at a hundred miles an hour, but I can't pull them all out."

"Where are my brothers?" Asked Adam setting down his fork to give Missouri his full attention.

Missouri sat back in her chair and took a tentative sip of her orange juice. "What do you last remember child?"

Adam searched his memories for the second time that day. "Nothing after that angel Michael took over my body really. I mean some clips some flashes but nothing that makes any sense. He was really able to block me off and after awhile I just gave up."

"I see," said Missouri. She sat back up and looked Adam in the eyes. "Well you should know that Sam and Dean tried there best to get you out of the room but after that angel came and took you they thought you were dead and went on searching for the devil. They couldn't find a way to kill him but they did find a way to be able to put him back into his pit. So they went around collecting rings from the four horsemen."

"Horsemen?" asked Adam, confused.

"Yes horsemen. the signs of the apocalypse. War, death, pestilence, and famine. Don't you read the bible boy? Now don't interrupt me till I'm done."

Adam sat there quietly, still eating his breakfast-more slowly this time- waiting for her to continue.

"So you're brothers managed to kill all the horsemen, or at least get their rings. Heck your brothers even killed the Jezebel of Babylon, pardon my speech. Anyway the reason these rings were so important was 'cause when put together, they are able to make the key to the devils trap. Well they found Lucifer alright, the only problem was how were they going to get him back into his hole? He wouldn't be tricked easily you know? Then Sam had the idea that if he let the devil have is body, he might be able to over power him with his mind long enough to be able to throw himself into the hole."

"What?" exclaimed Adam gripping onto the table, fork dropping from his grasp onto the glass plate.

"I know, I know honey child," said Missouri holding up her hand to calm Adam down. "But it was the only way and they needed to stop the apocalypse, time had run out for any other options."

"The devil was to strong though," said Missouri continuing with a sigh. "Lucifer took Sam's body over completely. Then you showed up, or Michael wearing your body that is. Yuns were about to fight too when Dean showed up. He caused a real riot that one," she said with a light smile that slowly faded from her face when she continued.

"Dean couldn't take it, seeing both his brothers being destroyed and I think a part of him just him wanted to die with Sam. He wouldn't be able to live if both his brothers were dead and he could've done something about it. So Dean made a deal with Michael. He could have him, the original vessel if only he'd let you go, let you live. He took it of course. Dean somehow managed to stay in control of his body long enough to tackle Sam and the devil back down into the pit. They fell down together, and the hole closed up over itself. It's funny when they were falling down they were just holding onto each other, like brothers, like they had accepted their fate."

Adam watched as a single tear rolled down Missouri's face, but she quickly wiped it away.

"Anyway," said Missouri, patting her hair like an old hen ruffling her feathers. "The important thing is that you're alive and well, and so is Bobby and Castiel. Though no one knows how they survived seeing as how the had died during the fight but something brought them back."

She took a sip of her orange juice. "Then Bobby picked you up and brought you here. I guess he knew I'd have use for you. And now you're sitting across from me just being as stubborn as I'll get at," said Missouri with a kind smile.

Adam sat back in his chair and closed his eyes. His head had a piercing pain at his temple again and his brain was working on overdrive. He wanted so much to find the liqueur cabinet and drink himself back to sleep yet somehow he knew though that this woman wouldn't stand for that. The more he thought about it, the more one thing stuck out to him, so much so though that he could not ignore it.

"Missouri?" he asked slowly opening his eyes back up. "Why did Bobby bring me here of all places, why am I not with him? No offense but I really don't know you."

Missouri tipped back her glass and finished off the last bit of her orange juice with a sigh. "Because your special Adam, and like I said before i have use for you."

"What do you mean by that?" asked Adam with frustration.

Missouri set her empty glass back on the table and gazed intently at Adam, as if she were really looking at him for the first time. "What do you know about your mother?" she asked quietly.

"My mother?" asked Adam astonished shaking his head. "What does my mother have to do with any of this? My mother worked hard she had two jobs, I barely ever saw her. But even though she might not have been the best mom, she didn't deserve to be eaten alive by ghouls and I for one didn't deserve to watch. Did you know they eat there victims alive? I was still conscious when they took their first bites. I had to watch as them as they chewed and swallowed me. I'll never be able to get rid of that memory no matter how hard I try."

Adam lowered his head and stared at the floor, trying to push away that painful memory. Maybe if he focused on that spot on the floor long enough he'd be able to forget everything and he'd still be at home with his mom. Everyone would still be alive and he would be living a normal life at a normal school.

Missouri held Adams chin in her hand and lifted his face up so she could look into his young, tormented eyes.

"Listen to me child," she said firmly. "I am so sorry for your loss baby. Such turmoil in one so young that my heart cant help but reach out for you. I'm not saying its fair- that's the last thing I'm saying. What I am saying is that things happen, life happens. We will all inevitably loose people we love. Hold onto those memories because sometimes it's all we got left. Hold on to the pain, the sorrow, even the anger because they will be tools in the days to come. It will set you above the rest, give you the will to go on, make you survive. You can have pain honey, it's ok, sometimes it's even healthy, but don't let the pain have you don't let it consume you or you've already lost."

Adam sat back in his chair. He was shocked at what Missouri had said to him and it chilled him to the bone. But what could you expect from someone that could see inside your head and your heart. It took all he had not to break down right then and there. Instead he focused on Missouri's face, her kind knowing face.

"What is it you were going to say about my mother?" Adam asked trying to keep the tears out of his voice.

"Your mother was like you Adam, special she had the gift."

"Gift?" asked Adam, once again confused.

"Yes," said Missouri. "Do you think your father John Winchester, one of the most capable hunters ever to walk the earth, would hook up with just any floozy down the street?"

"…" Adam just stared at her blankly.

"No." said Missouri shaking her head and answering her own question. "Your father got with your mother because she too was very special, very powerful. Together your mother and father under the full moon during the great rite ritual created you, probably one of the most gifted children ever."

"Gifted at what!" yelled Adam slamming his fist down on the table causing the dishes to rattle. Dammit just what the hell was going on? It was Sam and Dean who were the special ones. He was Adam. Just Adam!

Missouri took a deep breath. "At magic child. You see your mother, well... she was a witch."

Well guys, that was the end of the first chapter. Hoped you liked it. Please comment and review so I know whether or not to continue with this story. Reviews are love people!