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He screamed and screamed, then screamed some more.
His voice cut out and a small whimper left his lips.
It was so empty, cold.
Where was Michael?
They had kept moving. Michael flew them to a place where the sun blinded Adam, the buildings made of brown sand like bricks. They were in a city Adam could not identify. They flew to a town in the shadows of large hills with soring Pine trees lining the sky. It was wet and miserable, also evening, which threw Adam as it had been early morning in the last place.
Michael didn’t stay along in any place. An hour here, a few seconds in others. Although he would never tell Adam, Michael was terrified. Adam watched a car going past them before feeling Michael’s wings once more stretching out.
He was aware of kicking his legs.
His left arm was curled up, his hand trembling violently near his face. He kept hitting his nose. He could feel wetness, was that blood?
His other hand was down, clawing at his stomach.
He wailed and screamed.
His hips trying to lift up, his legs felt crushed
His skin was stinging as if he had been rubbed raw.
He couldn’t see
Michael flew down in a large square Adam recognised at once from TV.
“Vatican City?” Adam asked in Michael’s head. Michael nodded.
There was nobody around, being night time. There were guards in the distance, but none paid any attention to them. Adam wondered if they could even see them.
Michael scanned the large open space, seeing each individual chair left outside. All were empty.
He felt into the very atmosphere, feeling with all his senses for any sign of God. There was no energy, no whisper in the wind.
Michael ran fast, startling Adam. He dashed across the space with far too much speed to ever be human. He seemed to bend gravity as he ran over the chairs, over the small barriers, leaping up the wooden frames with his wings gliding out behind him. Adam was amazed at how much ground Michael could cover. What would take somebody around ten minutes to cover took Michael only a few. Damn. He would have liked to have seen this place in detail, but he knew now was not the time for site seeing.
“What is this building?” Adam asked, he knew he has seen it before, but didn’t know the name
“St Peter's Basilica” Michael answered
“Nice” Remarked Adam “Why are we here?”
“I need to find something” Michael landed at the top of the stairs and folded his wings, then held his hand out, the doors glided open and Michael stepped in.
Adam could see everything through Michael’s eyes as the Archangel entered through into another room.
“Wow” Was all Adam could think of to sum up this magnificent church. It towered for miles above it seemed to Adam, and branched off at either side of them. You could fit the entire house Adam and his mom lived in four, five, six times.
The entire building was in darkness, save for the moonlight shining in from the roof way up ahead.
“We must be quite” Michael whispered
“There’s nobody around, well except those weird dressed people-“
-“The Swiss Guard” Michael corrected
-“Yeah, them, but you could just put them to sleep?” Adam reasoned.
Michael was quite for a second, before he answered something that turned Adam’s blood cold
“They are not what worries me”
Michael stepped forward and Adam peered out at the room, in the moonlight it looked creepy
“Where are we going?” He asked the Archangel
“Down to the crypt” Michael answered in Adam’s head. He wasn’t even speaking now. “There’s something down there that belonged to Gabriel. We can use it to hide. I do not know where he hid it, but I can find it”
Michael walked down towards where the moonlight was strongest. Although his footing was light upon the ground, Adam knew Michael was trying not to make even the slightest sound. They came to a small wooden wall and Michael stepped over it.
The moon outside was shining light down in three large rays as Michael approached the giant dome above. Adam tried to see up, but Michael wasn’t looking. He was still walking, his entire focus was tense, his eyes flickering from dark corner to corner, from dark mosaics to even darker shadows behind the statues.
A ray of moonlight hit Adam’s face, shinning upon his hair.
Michael froze.
Like an animal, his body, Adam’s body, froze.
Everything went stiff with fear, Adam’s heart in his chest started beating ultimately fast
“Adam…” He said inside Adam’s head “…I’m so sorry. I have failed us”
It was as if the moonlight had moved.
At first Adam didn’t see it, didn’t see him. Then he did.
The moonlight was moving, coming down. Adam realized it wasn’t moonlight, but a white light, as it came down it formed into a man.
A man Adam has seen before, once when Castiel had forced his memories into Adam’s head.
Chuck leaned against the papal altar
“My son, my once favourite, traitorous son, have you come for atonement?” Chuck asked Michael.
The archangel was frozen in fear. He had been so careful. He had fled often when he felt his father catching up with him. Why now!
“Did you forget to speak? Hello Adam. I see you bunking in there too” It was Chuck turning his attention to Adam that made Michael speak
“Father..” He started.
Chuck flicked his hand and Michael flew through the air. He crashed into the Altar next to Chuck, the cross and a few other holy relics fell off and landed on the floor as the table collapsed.
“DON’T” Chuck roared. “Oooh Michael. You have disappointed me. Gabriel I expected. Lucifer was a guarantee, but you? You were meant to be the good son”
Chuck straightened up and stepped over Michael, looking down at him.
He raised his foot and pressed down hard, crushing Adam’s ribs.
Michael grunted as pressure fell upon Adam’s lungs.
“Telling the Winchesters, the one thing they could use against me, and you thought I would not know?”
Chuck took his foot off Adam’s chest, but a second later raised his hand. Michael flew up and hit the structure above the altar. It came crashing down on top of Michael as he landed with a grunt.
Michael quickly tried to get out from under the rubble, but Chuck struck him again, this time forcing his face into the floor, over and over again.
Adam felt his nose breaking. Blood gushed from his nostrils.
“You may have guessed, but in another world, I killed you once when you didn’t strike your brother down. I killed you again when you failed me. Trust me when I say I have no qualms with killing you now in this world”
Chuck rolled Michael over and placed his hand on Michael’s forehead.
Agony ran through his body. His eyes burned in a bright light
“Father, stop it!” Michael pleaded “Please. Please”
“Ohh no” Chuck smiled “Naughty children get punished. You should know. Look what happened to your brothers when they no longer played their roles. Three down, one more to go. Goodbye Michael”
He was dying. He could feel himself fading out. His very being was being undone. It hurt so much
“But Adam” Michael begged “Adam doesn’t deserve this. He is blameless!”
Chuck stopped.
Michael continued to twitch. His entire body burned. Adam was screaming in his head
“You’re right!” Chuck laughed; Michael could hear the malice in his laughter. He wondered now how he ever thought his father was good, was light.
“Adam shouldn’t have to suffer for your sins. But he will. As will you”
Chuck plunged his hand into Adam’s chest. He touched Adam’s soul, with his other hand he plunged deeper, feeling for Michael’s essence. He gripped Michael tight and pulled his hand out with such force some of Adam’s soul came out with it.
Michael’s screams cut out instantly, but Adam’s didn’t.
Adam screamed louder.