Supernatural One-Shots

Adam's Journal

Dear Diary,

Day 10 of the cage without Sam. Mental state: hysterical.

I have been down in this pit for a whole ten days now but it feels more like a year. I have been counting the days hourly and it keeps me at least a little bit sane knowing that it hasn't actually been as long as I believed it to be. When we fell Sam and me got our bodies back while Michael and Lucifer appeared to us in their original forms. At first they were terrifying but at the same time beautiful, bright and white as if they were completely pure. It was weird to think that he had been inside of me, controlling my thinking, feeling and emotions with his great power.

When Sam was down here with me I didn't get to speak to him much because of his mental state. He had a lot worse then me and I couldn't blame him for hiding on the corner of the deep dark cell, holding his arms over his head and sobbing until there were no tears left within him. When his body was removed but his soul was kept down here Michael and Lucifer took all their anger out on the younger Winchesters soul while I just got ignored but when Sam's soul finally did leave hell I thought they were going to turn their attention on me. However the didn't, instead Michael paces the pit, day in and day out cursing his devil brother under his breath while Lucifer rattles the cage, making the fiery bars shake in anger and torment. It's like they don't even know that I'm here which in a way I am so thankful for. I would rather them not acknowledge my presence that have done to me what they did to my older brother.

It was so strange saying that... "Older brother." Sam and Dean Winchester were for a fact my older half brothers and in a way I was so thankful that I had two of the bravest men in the world to look up too. I didn't exactly know what they were an how they got mixed up in this whole mess but I knew that their hearts were in the right places, they saved people by hunting things- as did their... My father. I suppose it was the family business. I wondered what it was like for Dean and Sam growing up, moving around and going on different adventures every week which contrasted with my life which evolved around school and getting a awfully paid job when I was sixteen. I was only 19 now and had my whole life ahead of me but I knew there was no way in hell, excuse the pun, that I was getting out of this pit.

Note: don't make anymore puns like this, you will get yourself depressed.

However there was a little hope left in me after both Sam's body and his soul got saved, raised back up to earth from what I can only describe as a strongly, big boned English man with red eyes. A demon perhaps? But why would a demon save Sam Winchester when the younger brother had tried to kill Lucifer, the demons own master. It didn't make any sense to me but I suppose they all had their excuses.

"WOULD YOU SHUT UP?!" Michael shouted at Lucifer in a harsh gravelly voice which made me jump out of my skin. Lucifer stopped rattling the cage for a few seconds to glare at his older brother before starting again which made Michael go off on one. I tried to keep as out of the way as I could, not really wanting them to notice that I was still in the cage with them. Perhaps they had forgotten or perhaps they just didn't really care. Whatever the reason I was thankful.

As I said I am still hopeful that Sam and Dean will find a way to get me out of this rotting, burning cage. There was no reason why they shouldn't, I was their brother after all. Perhaps when I do finally get out I could join them in their hunts and they could teach me everything they know. I would like that, it would be an honour to follow in their footsteps of being the heroes in their own huge world of magical beings and supernatural things.

Note: try and listen in to conversations to learn more about supernatural beings. May come in handy later.

I have decided to write on this wall as much as possible with a piece of black chalk I had found in the floor of the cell. Maybe this is going to be what is going to keep me sane until my two older brothers come and rescue me from this place. Not quite hell and not quite earth.. Purgatory maybe? I had read about that somewhere before, perhaps when I studied Greek mythology in high school but I wasn't too sure. Whatever this place was it was rotten and stunk of sulphur.

Note: find out what the smell of sulphur means when you get rescued.

I looked up at Michael who had resorted to sitting down in the middle of the cell and started meditating or praying to whom I presumed was god, his father. Lucifer scowled at him and faked gip at his older brothers faithful and religious gesture before before placing a finger in his mouth and extending it out to shove into Michaels ear. Michael shouted out and got up quickly, slamming lucifer into the bars and growling at him. I refused the urge to laugh at how human like they acted as younger and older brother. Perhaps this is why they chose Sam and Dean as their true vessels because of how alike they were to them. Michael let go of Lucifer and shoved him to the ground before turning his back on him as Lucifer grinned up at Michael wickedly.

Note to self: don't get involved in the brothers banter, they will probably kill you.

I didn't really need food and I didn't really know why I didn't need food. Perhaps it was because I was outside of the space-time continuum and my body didn't function in the same way it did on earth. I was particularly sure but I hoped that a sudden hunger wouldn't force itself upon me any time soon. I don't know if I could deal with hunger along with all the other pain I'm feeling.

Mental pain: going crazy
Physical pain: burning marks on my arms and legs and bruises up and down my body

Overall I wasn't in the best condition but you never know, I may be able to heal one day. Michael had a good idea about praying and I wanted to do it but I was afraid that they both may be able to sense when I pray so Instead I'm going to write it down.

Dear lord,
Please save me from the devil and your fucked up oldest son. They are both absolute psychopaths and I don't appreciate the way I'm just getting stuck in here to rot
Thanks

Adam Mulligan of Earth