[Michael's right, but he's also wrong, too. Some days surprise Adam by being so easy, like he's not just pretending to be a person but actually is a person, and yet there are others where Adam can't imagine how anyone could think his soul is on the mend--there's something wrong with him, but what constitutes functional? He doesn't feel functional. What's happening him to now is as much a mystery to him as it is to everyone else, even if Castiel seems convinced his soul isn't beyond all hope.
The last week or so, Adam's been even less convinced of that hope than usual, reminded of how weak and mortal he is, how badly he just doesn't want to return to Hell no matter what happens. Maybe that's why sliding back into that pit in his mind is so easy, and trying to climb back out again is hard.
Like all memories of the Cage, it start out with fire, but it's not really a memory at all, it's more like a dream. What could be a few minutes feels like an hour, time made meaningless. He dreams of Wonderland's mansion how he remembers the Cage--the walls on fire, flames ready to scorch whatever they touch. No smoke, just the heat. No archangels, either, just the one brother.
Not Sam, but Dean. Except it's not Dean, it's Tom, and in a dream where every horror bleeds together into one indecipherable mass, Tom doesn't really feel like Tom, more like a monster with teeth hiding behind human skin.
Tom is new, but the rest isn't. Adam doesn't sleep for long for a reason.]
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The last week or so, Adam's been even less convinced of that hope than usual, reminded of how weak and mortal he is, how badly he just doesn't want to return to Hell no matter what happens. Maybe that's why sliding back into that pit in his mind is so easy, and trying to climb back out again is hard.
Like all memories of the Cage, it start out with fire, but it's not really a memory at all, it's more like a dream. What could be a few minutes feels like an hour, time made meaningless. He dreams of Wonderland's mansion how he remembers the Cage--the walls on fire, flames ready to scorch whatever they touch. No smoke, just the heat. No archangels, either, just the one brother.
Not Sam, but Dean. Except it's not Dean, it's Tom, and in a dream where every horror bleeds together into one indecipherable mass, Tom doesn't really feel like Tom, more like a monster with teeth hiding behind human skin.
Tom is new, but the rest isn't. Adam doesn't sleep for long for a reason.]