Adam looked around at Team Free Will, as though their arrival signified something great. But quickly, his pride faded and he looked seriously at Kyle.

"Kyle, would you give me and the others privacy? Salt the door. You know how it goes."

"Yes, sir," Kyle said, standing stiffly and taking Patty and Justin out.

Dean stared, dumbfounded. The first words he found were, "So. They call you 'sir' now?"

Adam braced his arms behind his back. "You left me in Hell. You left me in Hell to freaking rot. You could have sent me a sign. You could have remembered. You know what I remember? Sam leaving. Sam's body left the cage, and I was alone to be Michael and Lucifer's freaking chew toy!"

"Adam...," Sam began.

"Shut up, Sam. But I waited. I waited and prayed. And every single night, I would have my soul tortured and damaged and my body destroyed and brought together. For 600 years. Until one day, I woke up. I woke up naked in a ditch, covered head to toe in dirt, aching all over. Don't know what brought me there, don't really care."

"Adam, listen,"

"No, Dean. I've listened. Your turn to listen. You left me. I'm your brother too, and you deserted me to be tortured day in and day out, you son of--" Adam raised his fist.

"ADAM!"

"--STOP interrupting!" His fist hit the table, instead of where it was aimed, at Dean's face. Adam took a minute. He didn't speak. His fists opened and closed, and he sat down on the edge of his desk. Adam removed the gun from his back.

After a minute of silence, Adam glared down at the floor and said, "Thanks. I know you two have been through a lot. You've saved the world several times while I was gone, and Dean, I know you needed Sammy by your side more than you needed me."

Dean and Sam looked at each other, puzzled by his sudden mood swing.

Adam raised his head. His face was still red from anger, but his expression was calm.

"And so I started walking. It led me to a little town where I met up with these people, The Resistance. They took me in. Kyle was the leader at the time and he explained the situation. It took me a long time to open up and explain what happened, but the day I did, they understood.

"The told me of a man called Carver Edlund. He had some weird things happening to him as well. In private, he told me his name was Chuck Shurley, that he'd met you two, and everything he wrote ended up coming true."

Adam walked around behind his desk and pulled out copies of the Supernatural series. There were more books than ever.

He then lifted out a box of books labeled Doctor Who. The Doctor leaned in to inspect these, and Dean glared at him for getting in his way.

Another box. This one labeled Sherlock Holmes. Adam looked around at them.

"He wrote these books about you. All of you. And me, too. He believed me about leaving Hell, because he had wrote it. Once I read through everyone's stories, I knew I had to get you here. And that's where that Crack in Time came in."

Adam put his hand on the Doctor's shoulders. "I'm sorry I had to do that,"

"Do what?"

Adam sighed, "See, the only way to get all three stories to cone together was to converge your dimensions -I read about that in the Doctor Who books- and so The Resistance and I had to create a paradox. A a paradox strong enough to get through to all of you. Because apparently, Hell spit me up in another dimension."

Adam picked up a book. It was labeled The Time Rift, by Carver Edlund. "This story still needs to be written. I knew I could get you all here. But the only problem was the fact that I had to destroy another universe to do it. The last one I was in is gone. Half of The Resistance and I were able to get through, but we were the only ones. So now we're here. And you're all here...," Adam trailed off.

"Okay, that's all said and done but... what are we resisting?" The Doctor asked, taking in the information. He cast a glance over to Sherlock and John, who were very quiet, and confused.

"Come on, I'll take you to someone who can explain it better. His name is Gabriel. He helped me out with creating the paradox."