Wearing and Tearing
Adam/Alastair (non romantic and AU, since Alastair was dead long before Adam ever went to Hell) Uh, bad language? Gore? Not gonna tag since it's mild. --------------- Adam cried his first few nights--were they nights? Days? Eons?--in Hell. Michael made sure of it.
It wasn't enough to feel hated by creatures that held little stock in his future, but when Adam was torn from a particularly blinding moment of intense pain and noticed Sam was missing from the cage, he felt the click of a switch in the back of his head, the sound deafening. Michael had become a hollow, silent shell; making no sounds at all as he rocked in the corner of the enormous enclosure, Lucifer's rage finding him more often than not, in the form of physical violence. Brothers in Heaven but now enemies in Hell, the pair studiously ignored Adam unless he outright drew their attention. "They're like animals, you know," a grating, drawled voice said softly, directly behind the cowering human. "They'd rut if they could, brothers or not." Adam was more than a little shocked about being addressed--without actually being addressed--and he turned to peer through the closely-spaced bars, the roughness and sharpness of the slim stone giving him only a partial view of what lay beyond the cage. His throat was raw from the oppressive heat and from screaming through one of Lucifer's rages.
He knew what spoke to him when he saw the shine of milky white eyes in the reddened darkness; Hell's torture master, Alastair. "I don't care what they are," Adam managed, swallowing to work the dryness away from his mouth and throat. "Long as they leave me alone." "But they wont, little Winchester," Alastair sneered, his grin like a festering sore, the teeth in his demonic skull rotted. Adam snorted, half-mad from pain and loneliness. The last thing he wanted, was to be associated with a distant father and a pair of half brothers that had left him alone with Michael in the Green Room. "I'm a Milligan, not a Winchester." It sounded like a snarled threat and Alastair cackled out loud, his head thrown back to reveal a long, white neck far too long to be anything remotely humanesque. The demon's hands slipped through the bars to hold tight; long, slithery fingers the colour of watered down cream, the skin blotchy and charred where he had no doubt gotten too close to the hellfires. Everything in Hell had a burned look to it; the rock, the creatures, the very air. Alastair grinned through the bars, one finger uncurling to point in Adam's direction. "Oh, but you are! One of Johnny's boys, for sure. You cry just like him." It was a jarring surprise to the young med student, but he'd heard from Sam and Dean that their father had made a foolish sacrifice and wound up in Hell. To know that the torturer had his hands on John was a shock, fear digging its way in through Adam's mind. "You're a monster. A FUCKING MONSTER!" Alastair laughed again, the warbled laughter like an underwater recording. Adam felt sick to his stomach and retched, though there was nothing. As he bent forward to press his head against the bars to steady himself, Alastair grabbed him by the hair, hauling Adam against the bars. The demon's face was close enough that Adam could see the sores on his face, the rotting teeth, the white, pupil-less eyes. "And you," Alastair wailed. "Should feel lucky, because your ass isn't on my rack right now! You're in a cage for a reason and I only wish they'd let you free, boy. I'd give my right arm for a chance to peel you apart. Start with your feet; take your toenails out one by one. Maybe hammer rusted nails into the balls of your feet and make you balance on them." Adam struggled, feeling the fear fade as he was told how safe he was inside the cage, but his anger never softened. He had a lot to be angry for, and if raging at Alastair was going to relieve some of the built-up pressure, so be it. "I'll wait for it, you piece of shit. You find a way for me to get out of here, and I'll show you what kinda man I am. Might be asking for it, but I'm tired of being the one thrown under the fucking bus." Alastair let go of the bound soul, stepping back until only his eyes and teeth could be seen in the shifting darkness. He was intrigued. Should he let Adam out of the cage; turn him into the apprentice Dean never could have been? With the others in the cage still fighting amongst themselves, the lack of Adam's presence would hardly be noticed. The demon lifted his hand and laid a finger against the space on his face that should have contained lips, giving a quiet 'shhh'. "Never could say no to a Winchester..."