Magnetic Hellfire

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or its characters. I merely borrow them sometimes to either play with or torture. (Aren't those often synonymous though?)

A/n: Here is my first multi-chaptered fic featuring Adam (amongst others). This little piece was inspired by a line from Inked Insanity's lovely little oneshot Suffer Well over on the Adam: The Other Winchester Livejournal Community. Thanks for the beginning of inspiration! But be prepared guys, this is gonna be an angsty and dark ride. Always wanted to write a darker Adam fic. So sit back and keep fingers and toes away from demons with daggers and scorching hellfire!

Prologue

For an archangel, Michael actually left many in his wake unamazed. Of course he was tremendously powerful, with abilities up the wazoo, but Heaven's sword really did not do much. He was usually content to stand around staring at nothing in particular. The only time Michael openly got involved in anything was when that something was a request from his father. Other than following orders, Michael was intensely dry and detached.

Hell did not really change that.

Well…that is mostly true.

Michael was angry at first, after the fall. He was downright furious with the entire outcome of everything. He was pissed at his brother. He was pissed at Sam. He was pissed at Dean. He was pissed at Adam. He was pissed at Castiel. He was pissed at Bobby Singer. Michael was livid at the complete fuck-up of his father's ultimate plan, all thanks to damn Team Free Will and their accomplices. So yeah, Michael bitched and moaned for the first 50 years or so spent in Hell. And he may have taken his anger out on his brother once or twice…a day. Eventually the ice-prince chilled though.

So while Lucifer tortured Sam and Adam, Michael sat back, content to stare at the bars of the Cage and live in his little cocoon of grace and denial.

Then Sam got out.

Adam became the key plaything of the Devil trapped in his little box.

It was only when Lucifer began with the tempting and toned down the torturing that Michael woke from his eternal slumber of indifference and opened his damn eyes to see the world, finally genuinely getting involved…

To be continued…

A/n: Your thoughts are loved and welcomed!

Be seeing you on the other side of the rain,

-ROMS