#worldsbuild

She had been practising her abilities. It was difficult, with no guidance and only small clues on what she was and what she could do Karolina was stuck figuring out just about everything by herself. She didn’t even know the limits of what she could do. So far there had been the glowing, and then flying, or more like hovering or her sake as she was far too cautious to go high off the ground, but considering how much of a surprise the latter had been Karolina couldn’t feel confident saying that was all there was. The best she could do was try and have those under control by the time she learned anything else. 

It was hard, finding empty spots to practice in a city like Washington, but she had found a few semi reliable spots, and just had to trust herself to be paying enough attention to hear someone coming in time. Of course there was going to be a day that didn’t last. She had been in the park, though pulled off to a far end with a good cluster of trees, a much less popular spot than any of the actual trails and well maintained foliage. She had been floating and glowing, just a few feet from the ground, when she heard footsteps, much too close for comfort. Her eyes widened as she did her best to quickly bring herself to the ground, not as fast as she’d like in an attempt to still be gentle with herself. Finally, when her feet were settled she shoved her bracelet back on, the glowing coming to a stop and the more normal looking tone returning to her skin.

angry was an understatement, but it was the closest thing that adam could find the words for. ever since his conversation with dean, learning that chuck was the reason for all of the bad things that had happened to him - learning that dean had to promise some form of servitude to chuck just for chuck to give a shit about adam - adam was reeling. he was furious with dean for doing something like that in the first place, and furious with chuck, the dumb guy from the coffee shop for believing his own hype too much. furious that chuck thought he could manipulate the winchesters like this. 

“you,” he hissed as soon as he saw him, his pace quickening to meet him halfway, face twisted in anger and not caring about any of what dean had said to him. adam knew it was a bad idea to go up against god himself like this - but he couldn’t bring himself to care about now. because all of the anger that had been building up - over a thousand years worth of it - was finally coming to the surface, and the only person that he could blame for it was chuck. “hey, chuck,” he called out, exaggerating the way he said the other’s name. “or should i call you god? since you left that whole part out when you decided to lecture me about how much god loves us - like some kind of fucking zealot.” 

adam wasn’t a winchester, not in name and not in spirit. he’d never considered himself to be one, never thought about what it meant to be like sam and dean. but for a moment - this glimpse right here - he had an understanding as to why they did what they did. because if it meant wiping the smug look off this guy’s face, it would’ve been worth it. “yeah, god loves us - or loves sam and dean, right? everyone else is just a fucking plotline in their story, so who gives a shit about them?” he was losing grip, and without a second thought, he reached forward and shoved chuck, the reality sinking in that this whole time he’d been blaming sam and dean and lucifer for everything that happened to him - when in truth, the only person to blame was chuck. / @worldsbuild​

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although adam’s favorite thing to do is to tell people that he’s fine, or that there’s no need to worry about him - the truth is that he’s slowly starting to unravel at the seams. there hasn’t been time to grieve everything that he’s lost - whether it was his mother, his own life, or his freedom at the expense of his time in the cage. everything has just piled up onto the thing before it, one onto the next, never a moment that he can properly sit down and truly think about what’s happened or how he feels about it. it’s a lot of weight to carry, but he’s too proud - and in a way, too scared - to let anyone help him lighten the load and truly talk about what baggage and sadness he’s been carrying around with him. and while he’s found himself here on earth again, seemingly alive and with the potential to put everything behind him, the one thing that’s inescapable and preventing him from doing so is the mental and emotional scars that are still left. he’s seen too much, suffered too much at the hands of lucifer for a fight that he never wanted to be involved in. at this point, his mental stability is something that he’s trying to keep together, hoping that if he rides it out long enough he’ll fumble his way through the broken pieces and put it all together. 

the most terrifying part about it all is that he’s starting to feel like he’s seeing through the cracks of this reality, and that perhaps this escape from hell isn’t such an escape at all. lucifer has dirty tricks up his sleeve, and adam knows that. over a thousand years spent with him has shown him time and time again just what’s possible when it comes to hell. he doesn’t have the presence of michael anymore to ground him in the way he had when they were trapped in the cage, and there’s nothing that’s been enough proof for adam to show that he’s truly escaped the cage. the highest highs and the low lows of washington has been enough to start messing with his head, feeling as if he’s being coaxed into believing that things are okay, but bad things still happening as reminder that nothing is ever going to be okay