Well, I'm back again. I had an idea about writing Hell in Adam's eyes.

Michael isn't a jerk in this fanfiction. He's God's LOYAL and CARING son for Pete's sake! I think he would be all warrior-like and protecting Adam. If he couldn't protect both Sam and Adam, at least he could save one...

I know some of you will be charging to my house with torches and pitchforks, but I honestly don't care about Adam. I don't care if he gets out of the pit or not. Sorry!

Me owning Supernatural is about as likely as Castiel understanding modern culture.

Oh god. I'm in Lucifer's cage! Adam silently panicked, eyes firmly shut. Waiting for the pain, the torture, the fire and just Hell! I'm dead, I'm dead and I'll be dead because I'm in LUCIFER'S CAGE! Lucifer. Satan. The Devil. Whatever, I'm a goner! Oh, please just let him be in heaven with his mom, maybe even his dad!

A couple moments passed.

Nothing.

He hesitantly cracked open an eye, silently praying the motion to go unnoticed. Something was blocking his sight. Something silvery and so soft looking. Wings? That is when he noticed the arms wrapped around him.

"Adam?" A voice whispered near his head. "Adam, are you awake?"

"Michael?" He croaked, looking up at the angel. "W-we're in the cage, r-right?"

Michael nodded, his grip tightening. "It's been a couple weeks. I've lost track. I've been so focused on keeping you safe."

Adam cocked his head. "Safe from what? It seems kind of quiet in-"

That is when Adam heard the first (and not the last scream) of his half-brother.

"NO! STOP! LUCIFER, PLEA- GAAHH! " A choking, gurgling sound was followed be a shriek of laughter.

"C'mon Sammy! It's fun!"

Adam's eyes widened. "Sam...?"

"Lucifer started the first day we got trapped here. And hasn't stopped since." Michael closed his eyes after another scream of agony. "It was all I could do to keep one of you safe. The grace I have left prevents Lucifer from touching either of us."

Adam unsuccessfully tried to swallow the lump in his throat, nodding. "Do you think h-he'll stop? He has to get bored eventually, r-right?"

The angle regarded him sadly. "He is Lucifer, Adam. My brother practically invented the meaning of torture."

Torture. That meant any possible way of causing emotional or physical pain. Knives, whips, burns, rape, taking a different appearance for the torture, anything.

Lucifer also loved to imitate people. And by imitate, Adam meant full-on recorded message imitations. The wings muffled sound, but he could still hear most of these particular torture sessions.

"Why did you leave me, Sam. It's your fault I am dead now. All...your...fault."

"Dean and I both ended up in HELL! BECAUSE OF YOUR SELFISHNESS!"

"Ruined my life from the day you were born, Sam. Ruined everyone's life."

"Even us demons want to kill you. WE think you're the worst thing since us to walk the Earth!"

"Dean and I share a more profound bond. He didn't start the apocalypse, unlike you."

"John and your brother were the only family I had left. And YOU'RE the reason they were killed!"

"You're nothing but an abomination!"

"Worthless."

"Weak."

"Blood-sucker."

"Murderer."

"Disappointment."

Sometimes, Adam got a glance at his half-brother. He could see through the small gaps in his protector's wings. He didn't like to though. He has only looked twice. Once, when Lucifer cackled at Michael to let him have fun with both the vessels. The other when Sam sobbed his name for the first time.

He wasn't the only name that was cried out in agony. Dean, Bobby, Dad, Sam's mother, Ellen, Jess, Castiel, Adam, and sometimes just the different angels the brothers encountered. Raphael, Uriel, Michael, Gabriel, Anna. He yelled for anyone, even demons to save him.

"9... 10... 11... 12..." Lucifer counted slowly, the squelch of flesh following each number

"DEEAANN!" A wail rang throughout the cage. "AAGGH! STTOOOPP!"

Adam slowly looked through the feathers and immediately gagged. Sam was hanging by multiple hooks, sobbing and convulsing. Twelve knives were planted in his stomach, bleeding profusely. Apparently, Lucifer was seeing how many stab wounds he could inflict before Sam bled out. Oh, and Lucifer had to look like Dean.

"But, little brother." He whined, fingering another blade. "We can't stop the game, noooow! We're almost to twenty."

Sam only sobbed in response.

Twenty-seven. That's how long Sam could last. The devil would get annoyed if his "toy" quit early, so Sam tried to ride out the pain. Adam had heard how loud the screams were if Sam had passed out early. Lucifer sighed loudly, before snapping his fingers. The hooks and knives vanished, and Sam plummeted to the floor.

"See you in a bit, Sammy-boy!" Lucifer vanished, leaving Sam writing on the ground.

Tears leaked out of Adam's eyes. "I'm sorry, Sam. This is all my fault."

Michael tightened his grip on the human, fully shielding him from view. That's when he heard the first coherent sentence his brother has said in almost a year.

"Not... y're f-fault, Ad'm. "A raw voice croaked, laced with misery. "Stop... l-lookin'. Don't... w-w-watch. I-I'm s'rry."

Adam bowed his head, sobbing silently.

I hope that was okay. I just wanted a different angle on this kind of scene.

-Ash out