Chapter 10

I felt sorry for John; on the one hand he had knowingly sold his soul, but on the other hand he certainly didn't deserve a century of torture in hell. I thought about all this as I made my way to Bobby's house. It was time to discover more of the truth about myself.

It took me five minutes to catch a demon. One more minute to crack him, and yes, every dog knows John Winchester is in hell. I twisted the demon up, just in case, and went to Singer's. There was a wrecked Impala parked in front of the house. The owner himself came out to meet me.

- Hey Adam, what's up? - He asked me a question.

- Yeah. - The answer was, not necessary and obvious - it's urgent.

- I'm sorry, but I'm really busy, so I'll see you in a week. - I can tell he's not happy to say no. - It's not a good time, man.

- I heard Ash told me. - I ratted out the hacker. - That's why I'm here, you'll find out soon enough. - And went to get my passenger out of the trap bag.

- What is that, a demon? - Bobby tensed up. - Why the hell did you bring him into my house?

- Witness. - Short and sweet. The boys come to their senses yet? That goes for them first. - I asked them as we went down to the basement.

- They're hanging in there, I'll get them for you.

He came back with the Winchesters in ten minutes, just in time to get the black-eyed man ready.

- Sam, Dean, meet Adam. - to which I just nodded.

- What do you want from us? - pretty rough, but I'm not offended, Dean's understandable.

- Look. - I don't turn to him. - Hey, demon! - and holy water in his face. - Tell them what you told me.

- There's a new star in hell. Your father sold his soul to yellow eyes and now we have him. - the demon laughed with a cawing laugh. - And there's nothing you can do about it.

- I see what the problem is. - And yes, a month here, ten years there.

- You are right. - And all that time he'll be tortured by whomever he wants, whenever he wants, and trust me, demons have no qualms about fantasy.

- Shut your mouth, bitch, or I'll kill you! - Dean practically growled, pointing his weapon at the demon.

- No, you won't. A gun doesn't kill me. - the demon just spoke with a smug grin. - That's the one your daddy sold with his soul.

- Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus omnis satanica potestas...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hot guys, he's not getting off that easy. - I quickly wrapped up their attempts to get rid of the demon, I don't need a living witness to my capabilities in hell and I need a demonstration. - There are several ways to kill someone like that weakling without your miracle gun, look. - I showed them one of the knives I made. - I made it myself, the metal of the blade is half made of angelic iron, and yes, damn, angels exist!!! - I'm sick of not believing. - So, the handle of the bone found in Purgatory, and yes it too is, and engraving is the ancient runes, so that this knife can kill almost all the evil. - Which I immediately demonstrated by killing the prisoner. - Any questions? - I know how to shock an audience.

- Who the hell are you? - Sam couldn't take it anymore.

- We'll talk upstairs. - He answered, walking to the stairs.

- Hey, would you mind taking out the trash? - Bobby pointed to the corpse. I snapped my fingers without turning around, a flash of flame, and the body was gone.

All the way from the basement to the kitchen, I was held at gunpoint. No threat to me, but still unpleasant. I'd been in this house before, so I went through the devil's traps on purpose, and it calmed them down a little.

- Dean stop pointing a gun at Adam, he's for us, even though he's not really human. - Bobby tried to reassure him, but he didn't choose his words well.

- What do you mean, not human? - The Winchesters tensed again.

- That's why you wouldn't let me finish my exorcism, because you were afraid to go home?

Bobby and I both smiled at each other, and that was the answer.

- You fools. - A little tired Singer said - Calm down already.

- Thanks for your help, Bobby, can I take it from here? - A shrug was my answer. A snap of the fingers and their guns were in my hands. - Sit down gentlemen, it's going to be a long story.

I did not tell them the whole story, there was no sense, I would try to prevent the opening of Lucifer's cage, but about the Hell Gate in Wyoming, about yellow-eyed's plan to open it and that he already had the key. I also caught the special children of Azazel, and that Sam and I were one of them.

- So Sam, you're almost my blood brother. - I finished my story with a joke.

- I don't see what's so funny. - Sam spoke up angrily. - It's the end of the world, and you're making jokes.

- We can sit in a family circle and hug and cry, if that's your preference. - I shrugged.

- How do you have that capability? Can Sam do that, too? - Dean glared at his brother.

- Dick all over his face. - I laughed. - It took me years of focused development to reach my current level. First I became something like a demon, I don't know what exactly, and it didn't matter. Then I built up my power by absorbing other demons, and I've destroyed a few thousand of them, for sure. Don't look so surprised, the number is huge by your standards, but basically, it's a drop in the bucket. Changed bodies, wanted to throw off the yellow-eye leash. Don't look at me as a baby-eating monster, the body was free, a vessel without a soul. Then, using an ancient ritual, I absorbed the soul of a nephilim, a human child and an angel. Then a couple dozen angels. For the last couple of years I've been hunting and absorbing Gods' essences.

- And what was your name before? - Sam asked, stepping back a little from the story.

- Alex Smith, and Dean and I have met before. - I looked at the older man. - You and your dad went after a hunter named Max, the one the vampires killed. And there was a little kid waiting for you, by the car.

- I don't remember that. - He got all loaded up. - You better tell me why you got so much power.

- It's complicated and it's personal. - I wanted to get out of it. - Maybe someday I will.

- What now? - Bobby asked. "We have to stop Azazel.

- That makes sense, Bobby, what would we do without you? - I sneered. - Maybe I should call Ellen and tell her where you were going. What did you promise her? Remind her?

- Calm down," he held up his hands in a defensive gesture. - "You don't have to bother her about nothing.

- You're a whippersnapper. (three voices)

- 'Fuck off, you dickheads. - He muttered angrily.

- All joking aside, let's get ready. When the time comes Azazel will gather everyone, he only needs one. They won't come for me, I made sure of that, but they'll definitely come for Sam. We'll camouflage you guys. - I said to them. - Sam first. - Touched the youngest of the small population of Winchesters, first burning the Enoch seal on his chest and a pentagram on his skull to keep the demon out, the same with Dean and Bobby.

- Damn it hurts, what did you do? - holding his forehead, Sam asked.

- I don't care, if you're really interested, go get an x-ray. And here's more. - I took out a pair of witch amulets. - You should wear them all the time. And there's one more thing to check. I'm gonna disappear now, and you're gonna pray to me like God.

- You got to be kidding me. - Dean's freaking out, and the rest of us aren't far behind.

- No. Try and get me, come on. - and took off for Everest, see if he could get a better signal.

It's blowing.

***

- Bobby, what the hell is going on here? - The older Winchester said, "affectionately."

- I don't know, but Adam's done a lot for me and I trust him, so stop getting hysterical and praying and calling and all that. I'll try, too. He didn't make it up for nothing.

- I pray to you, Adam, hear my prayer, oh Lord, what nonsense I'm talking because of some asshole. - He finished his "prayer."

- Sam, now you.

- Adam, hear my voice, answer my plea, I beg you. - There was a heavy sigh. - The dunghill.

- And now me, Adam, do you hear me? Over!