Chapter 13

The bunker's kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon as Adam stood at the stove, spatula in hand. Lily sat at the table, her eyes darting nervously around the room, still not fully at ease in her new surroundings.

"Eat up," Adam said, sliding a plate of eggs and bacon in front of her. "We've got a lot to cover today."

As they ate, Adam outlined his plans. He'd created a rigorous training regimen for Lily, designed to help her control and strengthen her electrokinetic abilities. The bunker's various rooms would serve as the perfect training grounds – safe, secluded, and reinforced against supernatural energies.

"But... why are you helping me?" Lily asked, her voice small. "After everything I've done..."

Adam looked at her, his eyes filled with compassion and understanding. "Because everyone deserves a second chance, Lily. And because I believe you can use your powers for good."

Tactile Necrokinesis, while deadly, could be useful. Very useful.

After breakfast, they moved to one of the bunker's larger chambers. Adam had set up a series of targets and obstacles, each designed to challenge Lily's control and precision.

If she could use her power to the extend of launching swathes of energy, Lily would be an absolute powerhouse.

"Okay," he said, standing beside her. "Let's start small. Try to hit that first target with a controlled burst of your power. I know it's often done by touch, but try and imagine projecting that feeling without actually touching an object."

Lily took a deep breath, extending her hand. A spark of energy danced between her fingers, growing into a crackling ball of black electricity. Even Adam could feel her playing with Death. Which unnerved him, just a bit.

With a look of intense concentration, she released it toward the target.

The bolt went wide, scorching the wall behind the target. Lily's face fell, but Adam placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"That's okay," he said encouragingly. "Control takes time. Let's try again."

They spent the next few hours working through various exercises. Adam guided Lily patiently, drawing on knowledge he shouldn't have – techniques for energy manipulation that seemed to come to him instinctively.

As the day wore on, Lily's control improved dramatically. By late afternoon, she was able to hit multiple targets in rapid succession, her face glowing with a mix of exertion and pride.

"You're doing great," Adam said, genuinely impressed. "Now, let's work on defense. I want you to try to create a shield of electrical energy."

Lily nodded, her face set with determination. She closed her eyes, concentrating hard. Slowly, a shimmering dark field of energy began to form around her, crackling with potential.

Adam picked up a rubber ball, tossing it gently towards her. The ball bounced off the electrical shield with a satisfying zap.

"Excellent!" he exclaimed. "Keep it up!"

As they continued to train, Adam felt a growing sense of urgency. He knew what was coming – Lucifer's impending release – and he was acutely aware of how little time they had left.

Finally, as evening approached, Adam called an end to the training session. Lily was exhausted but exhilarated, her control over her powers having improved exponentially.

"You've done amazingly well," Adam told her. "I've left detailed instructions for you to continue your training. There's enough food in the kitchen to last for weeks, and the bunker's wards will keep you safe."

Lily's smile faded, replaced by a look of concern. "You're leaving?" She felt like a normal person with him around, now he was leaving her?

Adam nodded, his expression grave. "There's something big coming, Lily. Something I have to try to stop. But I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

He spent the next hour showing Lily around the bunker, explaining the various security systems, and leaving her with emergency contact numbers. As he prepared to leave, he turned to her one last time.

"Remember, Lily," he said softly. "Your powers don't define you. It's how you choose to use them that matters."

With a final reassuring smile, Adam stepped out of the bunker and into the cool night air. He could feel the weight of what was to come settling over him like a shroud.

The drive to Ilchester, Maryland, where he knew Sam and Dean would be attempting to stop Lilith from breaking the final seal, was tense. Adam pushed his borrowed car to its limits, his mind racing with possibilities.

Could he change this crucial moment? Could he prevent Lucifer's rise and avert the apocalypse entirely?

As he neared St. Mary's Convent, Adam could feel the oppressive weight of destiny bearing down. The air itself seemed to crackle with malevolent energy.

"FUCK!," He screeched to a halt in front of the convent just in time to see Ruby closing the heavy wooden doors, sealing Sam and Dean inside. Adam's heart sank. He was too late.

With a burst of speed fueled by desperation, Adam sprinted towards the doors. He slammed into them with all his might, enhanced strength splintering the ancient wood.

But as he burst into the chapel, he knew it was over. Sam stood over Lilith's body, horror dawning on his face as her blood formed an all-too-familiar pattern on the floor.

"Sam!" Adam yelled, his voice drowned out by the growing rumble that shook the very foundations of the convent.

A blinding light erupted from the center of the blood sigil. Adam felt the seed of power within him pulse violently, reacting to the immense energy being released.

In that moment, as Lucifer's essence began to pour into the world, Adam made a split-second decision. He threw himself towards Sam and Dean, wrapping his arms around them both.

With a thought that felt like it could tear reality apart, Adam willed them away from the convent. The world blurred around them, the roar of Lucifer's rising fading into the background.

They rematerialized on a dark road, the distant sound of plane engines filling the air. Adam recognized it instantly – this was where the Winchesters would find themselves in the show's timeline, aboard a plane passing over Ilchester as Lucifer rose.

Sam and Dean stumbled, disoriented by the sudden teleportation. They turned to Adam, their faces a mix of confusion, fear, and dawning awe.

"How... how did you do that?" Dean managed to ask.

Adam opened his mouth to respond, but no words came. The effort of teleporting them, of tapping into power he barely understood, had drained him completely. As the world began to spin around him, Adam had one last coherent thought: 'Shit...'

The apocalypse had begun. But this time, the script had changed. This time, they had a wild card that neither Heaven nor Hell had accounted for.

As consciousness slipped away, Adam felt the seed of power within him pulse once more.

All he could see was Sam and Dean screaming at him, but he couldn't hear them. Whatever came next, he knew one thing for certain – the battle for the fate of the world was far from over.