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[ Just like that, he's back in Wonderland and memories come flooding back. This is the first time he's truly left and come back and it's even more jarring than he'd expected.

For a moment, he just looks around his room, examining things and checking that all of his belongings are just where he left them. When he gets to his dresser, he pauses at the drawer with the false bottom. It's not until his fingers are sliding over the little vials of blood that he registers what he's doing and he slams the drawer shut with an angry bang.

Then he finally steps outside of his room and into the floating void that contains chunks of Wonderland. ]

Bollocks.

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[ He pulls out his device with a sort of haste reserved for near-death experiences. ]

Not sure how long I've been gone, but you seem to have gone to pieces without me.

[ Oh, he is hilarious, isn't he? ]

Is anyone out there or is this some sort of cosmic irony? Because irony's only funny when it's not happening to me.

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Boys, I'd like a word if you're still alive.

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I need to talk to you.

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[ And then he sets about floating himself from chunk to chunk and looking for signs of life as he waits for a response that may never come. On each new chunk of mansion, he walks with a caution that speaks of endless possibilities--none of them good. This could be an event, but it could also be the end. For all he knows, he's even further along than the people who came back from the future. ]

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[ Crowley looks entirely unimpressed with that response. It's half-nonsense and no, he doesn't give slack just because there's a kid's face behind the answer. ]

It was... just after Valentine's. There'd been a killer going around. Ring any bells?

[ He's not entirely sure if he should toss Tom's name into it--not after what he saw in Tom's head. He'll be cautious about that until he knows more. ]

[Adam sloooowly raises an eyebrow. His smile is a thin, humorless one.]

Never said I didn't know when you'd left, just that that I dunno if everyone's still about. I can't much be bothered to check.

[He scratches absently at a spot on his cheek and purses his lips a little.]

And that wasn't all that long ago. 'Bout two weeks, give or take. It's been fairly boring since then and even that wasn't all that excitin', if you ask me.

Maybe not for you, Anakin, but the rest of us had plenty of excitement during that whole thing, but I'm sure you were too busy pod-racing and destroying a cultural treasure.

[ He sighs. Two weeks. A lot can happen in two weeks, but at least he can rest assured that this is probably just an event. That does set him somewhat at ease. ]

And why do you know when I left, anyway?

[Thy boy's expression could almost be classified as innocent... if only the corner of his mouth wasn't drawn up in the beginning of a knowing smirk.]

I was keepin' track, of course. [Obviously. He shrugs.] Seemed t'only make sense, what with you being who you are and all.

[ Crowley squints, assessing the child who's clearly not just any child. ]

And who do you think I am?

[Adam's answer is matter-of-fact, although he does make sure to make the conversation private before giving it. He can't be bothered to check who does, and doesn't, know the truth about Crowley at the moment and he doesn't want to risk outing the guy if he's not announcing who he really is from the proverbial rooftops.]

That's easy. You're the self 'pointed King of Hell from your reality. It's kinda hard t'miss once I really look at you, if I'm bein' honest.

[He smiles then, rather brightly.]

I'm Adam, by the way. Adam Young. 'Snice t'meet ya.

[ The effort is touching, but Crowley's quite openly a demon and he wouldn't lie if anyone asked him what his position is, either. He's always felt that Dean or one of his buttbuddies would out him, anyway. Better to appear the honest demon than the secret monster when it does come out. ]

Crowley. It's a pleasure.

[ He nods, face tense and looking just slightly thrown. ]

How old are you, anyway?

Eleven. Only just turned it, in fact.

[Once again, there isn't any hesitation in Adam's answer. He does grin as he replies, though, prideful of his age as any child would be.

Shifting about a bit, the camera jostling as he moves, he settles back down and refocuses on Crowley once more. He considers dragging things out, making Crowley have to guess as to how he knows what he knows, but the slightly thrown look evokes a bit of sympathy from him and he sighs, a touch put-out that he can't bring himself to keep his game up for longer than he has.]

'Snot my age you're all that int'rested in, though, is it? No, I reckon you want t'know how it is I know the things I do. So I'll give you a hint.

[He grins again, but this time there's a darkness to him, something decidedly not human. Something positively terrifying.]

It's on account of who my dad is.

[ Crowley actually groans. Bloody angels.

It only takes a moment before he turns back on that thought. No. No angel would be eleven, would they?

His face grows tense. There are a lot of possibilities here, but none of them are good. Not a one. ]

...Adam, who is your father?

[Adam looks a touch disappointed.]

You're not even gonna guess? Not just once?

[Obviously the question is a rhetorical one and the boy barely pauses long enough to shake his head a bit in dismay before facing the camera again. He considers dragging it out, maybe making a big show of it or, better yet, showing up in person to answer Crowley face to face.

In the end, though, he simply answers in a tone that might as well be describing the weather.]

Lucifer. That's why I know what I know, and can do what I can do. It's 'cause Lucifer is my dad. [A pause then, to clarify.] My biolog'cal one, 'least.

[ Crowley raises an eyebrow. Great. This is lovely. There is literally no way that this can end well. No matter what, someone is getting screwed and it's probably Crowley. This is just how these things go.

He supposes he should just be happy that Lucifer hasn't been around lately, but who's to say that means he's even really left Wonderland... ]

I take it you're not close, then? Who's your... non-biological father?

Me an' Lucifer? [Adam considers the question, although the motion is mostly for show. After a second he shakes his head.] Nah, I don't reckon we're 'ticularly close. Not with me not doin' what I was s'posed t'do and refusing to lead the Horsepersons and then helpin' to stop them instead and then makin' it so he couldn't come to where I was t'deal with my personally.

[He grins.]

Fact is, I reckon he'd probably be awfully cross with me if he were t'show up. The one from my reality, least. [He doesn't know what the Lucifer from Crowley's reality would think of him and can't really be bothered to care.

He gives Crowley a reassuring look.]

Don't worry. M'not lookin' to start trouble or mess you about or take your position or nothin like that. Way I see it, there's no reason we can't get along.

No, I think we might have a good deal of things in common, actually.

[ This is too perfect, really. Even if it's not his Lucifer, he does take a sort of glee in watching any Lucifer get the short end of the stick at this point. ]

I also helped stop the Apocalypse in my world. My Lucifer isn't all that pleased with me, either.

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