Paint it black.

Where my demons hide.

Adam left the bedroom and walked out to the kitchen. There was a plate of what looked like chicken and red beans and rice. Adams' stomach growled loudly and he sat at the table to eat, forgoing the knife and fork in favor of shoving food into his mouth with his hands. 

"Is it customary for humans to eat with their hands?" 

Adam looked up from the plate to once again see the angel, seated across from him and wearing what had to be the stupidest uniform known to man. A wiener hut uniform, It was so stupid that Adam snorted a bit, swallowing his mouthful of food before answering the angel, 

"No uh...we usually eat with forks or other things...I just forgot my manners I guess" Adam said, wiping his hands down on the napkin that was under the previously forgotten fork and knife and the angel tilted his head, squinting, 

"...What?" 

"I...cannot see a soul in you" 

That made a lump form in Adam's throat. If he didn't have a soul, why was he feeling all these emotions? If he didn't have a soul, why hadn't he tried killing the angel? 

Why hadn't he tried? Angels were dicks after all. 

 "What d'ya mean?" Adam asked and the angel squinted more before his eyes widened, 

"You're a Winchester" 

Adam was suddenly hit with a pang, a pang of sorrow and regret as he remembered what had happened in the cage with Sam, how the elder had tried to protect Adam. 

For a while. 

Then that sorrow turned to rage, white-hot flaming rage as he remembered how he was forgotten, tossed around by two archangels like a chew toy. Those men weren't his brothers, that man wasn't his dad. 

"Don't call me that" Adam snarled in a voice he hadn't ever heard himself use before and Samandriel looked confused, 

"But they're your fa-" 

"THEY AREN'T MY FAMILY" Adam roared, stabbing the knife into the table, "THEY FORGOT ME AND LEFT ME TO FUCKING ROT!!" 

Samandriel looked scared if not terrified, his hands shaking and baby blues wide as he stared at Adam, whispering one sentence that made Adam's blood run cold, 

"I was too late...father help me I was too late" 

Eyes widening, he raced back to his room, gripping the edges of the dresser and staring into the mirror where a monster with pitch black eyes stared back at him. 

"No," Adam said shakily, "No...oh god no" 

"I'm sorry, I should have tried harder..." 

Adam glanced at the corner of the mirror to surprise surprise, see the angel, he let out a dry sob before glancing back at the mirror, his grip tightening on the dresser as he stared back at the dark eyes that would follow him for eternity. 

Sam and Dean had done this, Lucifer and Michael. There was little if any difference between the four. Adam hated them all, wanted them to suffer like he had and then die. As slow and painfully as he thought he'd have died all those times laying on the floor of the cage, begging God to show mercy and let the darkness swallow him.  

He hadn't noticed he was tensed until a gentle hand was placed on his back that made him relax, looking up he saw Samandriel looking at him with pity. No, not pity, sympathy. 

"I know" He whispered, "I was left behind by my brothers too" and with that, the angel spread his wings. Broken wings with missing feathers and Adam inhaled sharply. Who would dare to hurt someone this innocent, this sweet? Adam would find them and crush them too. 

"Adam-" 

"No last name" Adam interrupted, "I have no last name"

"Adam then, you don't need...to hurt anyone" 

"I need too" Adam whispered like he was afraid God would hear him and smite him where he stood, "I have...I'm hungry Samandriel" the name of the angel felt odd on his tongue, bitter, like he shouldn't be saying it. Something so stained couldn't say the name of something so pure, "I want blood" 

Samandriel's eyes softened, he placed a hand on Adam's cheek carefully and making the demon flinch away, Samandriel's hand hovering before Adam slowly moved forwards to allow the angel to cup his cheek, 

"I will get you your fill of blood Adam" The angel whispered back, "I will help you become a man" 

Adam laughed harshly, a dry laugh with no humor, "Samandriel I'm dirty, I'm beyond saving" 

"Then I will restore as much humanity as I can," Samandriel said and when Adam blinked he was gone, leaving Adam to collapse against the dresser. Could demons get tired? He felt tired. 

But all he did was lay on the floor against the dresser, awaiting the return of the only angel Adam felt trust towards.