Supernatural: Wayward Sons: Monster Squad

That Yellow-Eyed Bastard

March 1991

Kate Milligan had just put her six-month-old baby down for the night, kissing baby Adam as she

lay him in his crib. She hoped Adam would fall asleep soon since she had to be at work in a few hours. Luckily her neighbor across the street had agreed to watch Adam for Kate while she worked at the hospital.

"Good night, baby," Kate whispered as she watched the baby smile up at her. Kate turned off the light and walked out of the room to get some sleep herself. After a good fifteen minutes, baby Adam had fallen asleep, unaware of the life that was ahead of him. Soon, a man appeared next to his crib, just staring down at the innocent baby.

"Hello, Adam," the man with the yellow eyes said. "I'm your Uncle Azazel. You probably think I'm here to do something horrible, maybe bleed in your mouth and make you one of my children? Sorry, kid, you're just not special enough for that kind of role. But your daddy is really starting to piss me off, and I'd love nothing more than to dangle your dead little carcass right in his face. But where would the fun be in that? Especially since John doesn't even know you exist. Oh, Adam, we are going to have so much fun together."

The bedroom door started to open as Kate came in to check on Adam. As she opened the door, she saw the room was empty, with Adam sleeping peacefully in his crib.

*

Over the years, Azazel had kept a very close eye on everyone associated with John and Mary Winchester. Friends, family, and associates were all being watched by the Yellow-Eyed Demon. John Winchester had become a pet project for the demon, not just because the man was hunting him, but because the Winchesters intrigued him so. Azazel was having so much fun screwing with the Winchester family. In a few shorts years, he'd have Sam leading his army of demons, and he was starting to grow quite fond of Adam as well.

John still wasn't aware of Adam's existence, which was giving Azazel more than enough time to play with the boy's head. From the first night he saw Adam lying in his crib, the demon knew there was something special about him, something... evil. The combination of Styne DNA and Winchester DNA had created something that Azazel knew he could one day use to his advantage, so over the years, Azazel kept a personal eye on the boy.

*

1995

Adam was in the park with his mother on a warm summer day when he saw the ice cream cart.

"Mommy, can we get an ice cream?" Adam asked as he tugged at her pant leg.

"Okay, get one for me, too," Kate said as she handed Adam some money. The boy ran up to the cart.

"One rocket pop and one sundae cone, please,"

The ice cream man, with his back turned to the boy, just smiled as his eyes flashed yellow before turning around. "Right away, sir. My, you are very polite for such a small boy. You must have a very good mother."

"Yes, sir," Adam said as he handed the man the money. "She's right over there."

The ice cream man handed Adam the ice cream and just smiled. "Good for you, kid. You're a very lucky young man, and so well behaved. And well behaved young men start getting free ice cream next time they come see me."

"Really?" Adam asked with wide open eyes.

The ice cream man just leaned in with a vicious smile. "Really. Now go, before your ice cream melts."

"Okay, and thanks!" Adam said as he ran off with the ice cream.

"I can kill him anytime I please," Azazel said to himself. "In any manner I want. Thanks, John, you've given a hobby to play with during my downtime."