Adam's Revenge •~Supernatural~•

11. When It All Began

•~MARIE~•

Walking around the perimeter of the motel did little to clear my head. As I strolled around, I rubbed my eyes under my glasses that were thankfully not broken after my quality time with the dumpster.

It wasn't until I arrived at the murky motel pool and sat on one of the plastic chairs that perched by the water's edge did I finally let my scattered thoughts converge in my mind.

Maybe I was a little hard on Sam and Dean, but how could I not be? Adam was my brother after all, and I still cared about him deeply. To know that he was a demon now...it broke my heart.

However; what Adam said about Sam and Dean still played through my mind over and over:

'I wouldn't trust these two. They seem to be focused on only saving each other; even at the expense of other family.'

But that wasn't completely true was it? Sam said he sacrificed himself to save the world, and from what I could tell, Dean went along with his plan. The way they explained it, Adam was merely caught in the crossfire. He was basically forced to say yes to Michael and when Michael took possession of his body, Adam had no control when he decided to try and pull Sam back from the edge of the pit, causing both of them to tumble in.

Maybe the reason I was so angry with Sam and Dean was because apart of me didn't want to blame myself for what happened to Adam. When I left him all alone almost three years ago, it never even occurred to me that it would have any major repercussions in his life that could be harmful. But as fate would have it, soon after I left the ghouls came knocking. What Adam said was right: if I had been there during the attack, it was possible his death might have never even happened. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not stupid enough to think I could have stopped what the angels had planned for him, but I could have prevented him from experiencing at least one horrible death.

After another forty-five minutes of sitting and roaming around I returned to the motel room. When I opened the door I was met with darkness. The boys must have been asleep. It wasn't until I had completely stepped into the room did I notice a faint light coming from Sam's bed. I could just make out his silhouette that was illuminated by his computer that rested on his lap.

"You still awake?" I asked incredulously once my vision adjusted to the dark. It was after two AM. I glanced over at Dean who was sound asleep in the recliner, snoring softly. I peered at the bedside table beside him and didn't miss the outlines of beer cans strewn about on its surface. I shifted my eyes away just when Sam glanced up from his computer with tired eyes.

"Yeah, I uh...I couldn't sleep. Thought I'd research a little bit."

"Oh, what are you researching?" I questioned as I sat on the unoccupied bed, facing Sam. I was hoping to avoid the topic of Demon Adam for the time being, not wanting to bring it up again at the moment. Turns out this was the wrong question to ask.

"I'm trying to figure out what kind of demon has blue-grey eyes. So far I've found nothing."

Sam wearily regarded me when he said this and when he saw my expression he gave me a sympathetic look. He set his computer aside and sat up on the bed with his elbows on his knees so that he was facing me. I studied my hands, not meeting his gaze. I had a feeling of what he would say next.

"I'm sorry about Adam. I know I've already said it, but I want you to know that Dean and I feel the guilt for what happened to him. You're not alone in this. We'll help you get him back...somehow."

I looked at him and responded truthfully, "Thank you, but it's hard to feel grateful when my brother is walking around as some kind of otherworldly demon that we know nothing about."