I DON'T OWN THE PLOT OR ANY SUPERNATURAL CHARACTERS. ONLY MY CHARACTER AND HER LIFE STORY.

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4x19
Part One

There is nothing worse than a man that can be everything to everybody else...except a father to their own child. ~Anonymous

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The birds chirped to the lit morning sky, the sound of the lake adding to their song. The Impala was pulled over in front of the blue water, Sam leaning in the front of the car brushing his teeth as he stared outward.

Behind him, Dean was snoozing in the front seat his head leaning on the passenger seat door. The Winchester woke up, the bright sky causing him to let out a pained groan. Looking around, he took in his surroundings noticing his brother brushing his teeth.

Groggily, the Winchester opened the door almost falling to the ground if he hadn't caught himself with his arm. Sam looked back noticing his sibling stumbling out of the Impala.

Dean slammed the door shut his voice hoarse from just waking up.

Sam chuckled at the older Winchester.

"I'm starving." Dean's first thought was food. "Let's get breakfast."

"Where?" Sam frowned at him. "We're like two hours from anything."

"But I'm hungry now." Dean started coming around to the front of the car.

"There's probably still a sandwich in the back seat." Sam's words caused the hungry man to whirl back around.

While Sam continued brushing his teeth, Dean reached his hand into the back seat pulling out a paper bag. Opening it in excitement, his put his nose into it, taking a whiff that sent his head backward, causing him to gag.

"It's tuna." He was disgusted, tossing the bag in the back.

Now that he wasn't going to be eating anything, the Winchester realized his girl was missing. Before asking Sam, he looked around and noticed Nadia a few feet away tossing rocks into the water as she took in the scenery.

The wind was blowing through her hair, causing Dean to smile at how beautiful and carefree she looked.

It was a glimpse of what Nadia would be like if she wasn't a hunter. She looked so mellow, so happy. She was the type to take the little things and make them bigger than what they really were, in a positive way of course.

Nadia had been quiet lately, having just discovered she was in love with Dean which he didn't know though he did notice her talking less than usual. Even though Dean said he wasn't going to leave her, realizing that she loved him made that half angel even more fearful.

She had never been in love before so she was afraid to take that step. Loving someone in this lifestyle, it can be dangerous. Nadia wanted to lay it all on the table and tell him how she felt. I mean, it was her thing, she was the one who talked about her feelings.

However this was serious, this was the world she had never been in before and so far she didn't really know what to do.

Throwing her last rock, Nadia watched it disappear into the water before turning away. A huge grin formed on her lips as she noticed Dean was finally awake.

"Morning beautiful." Dean greeted her with an even bigger grin.

Before she could even reply, the Winchester pulled her close, planting his lips on her.

The kiss was deep, sentimental, different. Nadia held the side of his cheeks, savoring his soft lips before slowly pulling away from the Winchester, biting her lip.

"Morning." She said softly, their eyes locked on one other.

A phone rings, interrupting their moment and Nadia touches her lips, looking away with a smirk.

She checked her pockets along with the brothers who realized that it was neither of their phone that was ringing. It was coming from inside the car in the glove compartment.

Dean leans in through the window and rummages through the glove compartment until he finds the phone and grabs it.

The poor Winchester hits his head in the midst of pulling himself from inside the window causing Nadia to rub in his head and smirk a bit.

Sam looked back, his toothbrush in hand, "Isn't that Dad's phone?"

Dean nodded before flipping the phone open and answering. "Hello."

"Uh, is this John?" An unfamiliar voice rung in his ear.

"He can't come to the phone. Can I help you?"

"No no no—I really—I need to talk to John." The boy stuttered. "This is Adam Milligan. He knows me."

Dean let out a sigh, hating to be the bearer of bad news. "Well, sorry to be the one to break this to you, pal, but John died more than two years ago."

The stranger let out a small gasp, going silent.

"Who is this?" Dean questioned.

". . .I'm his son."

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Dean pulls up to Cousin Oliver's Hilltop Cafe, the older Winchester being the first one out of the car. Sam and Nadia followed pursuit, meeting him at the trunk which he was opening to get to the arsenal.

"Dean, look, best I can tell, Adam Milligan is real." Said Sam, reading off the file they picked up of the mysterious third Winchester sibling he was claiming to be.

The younger Winchester also had their Father's journal in his hand.

Nadia watched her boyfriend start sorting through the weapons as Sam read. "Um, born September twenty-ninth, 1990 to Kate Milligan. No father listed on the birth certificate. He's an Eagle Scout."

Dean takes out his pistol, Ruby's knife, some wrapped up silver utensils and even some holy water.

Mentally the Winchester looked elsewhere, like he wasn't even listening to Sam who was still pouring out facts. "Graduated from high school with honors and currently goes to the University of Wisconsin—biology major, pre-med."

Dean closes the top of the arsenal, not replying to anything Sam has said. Sam looked at Nadia and Nadia looked at him knowing her boyfriend obviously already had his own ideology about the whole situation, yet he hasn't even met Adam yet.

"Dean." Sam looked back at his brother. "You listening?"

"This is a trap," Dean assured his brother before closing the trunk.

He walked away from the two, making his way into the diner.

"Maybe, I should stay out here?" Nadia suggested. "This seems like a family thing."

Sam let out a distressed sigh, nodding. "You got any advice for this one?"

"Not this time, Sam." Nadia let out an exasperated sigh.

If she was the one getting told she had a long-lost sibling, she would probably be just as pissed as Dean. However, on the other side of that, she'd be curious and trying to take it with a grain of salt like Sam.

Leaning on the trunk of the Impala, Nadia watched Sam go into the diner.

The younger Winchester sees his brother walking toward a table on the left with four chairs. Sam rolled his eyes watching an immature Dean pull the fourth seat over to the side by a plant, so there was only one chair for Adam to sit.

With a sigh, Sam plops the file and journal on the table as they sat. "Dean, I'm telling you, the kid checks out."

"Great, so he's an actual person on the planet Earth." Dean agitatedly looked at his brother. "Sucks he's got a demon in him."

A young brunette wearing a short sleeve blue flannel comes over to the table to give them their menus and two glasses of water. "Hi. Welcome to Cousin Oliver's."

"Thanks," Sam said politely.

"Can I—"

"We're actually waiting on somebody." Dean interrupted her.

Taken aback by the rude Winchester, she slaps down a menu in front of each of them, annoyed.

Embarrassed Sam thanked her though she was already walking away. He scolded his brother before his eyebrows raised watching Dean take one of the glasses and pour the water in the plant behind him.

"What are you—"

Dean puts the glass between his legs and pulls out a flask, unscrewing the top.

"Holy water?" Sam was baffled by his brother's actions though he shouldn't have been.

"Yup." The older Winchester could care less what Sam thought as he filled the glass with holy water. "One sip of Jesus juice, this evil bitch is gonna be in a world of hurt."

The waitress walks past and once she's out of sight, Dean sets the glass in front of the chair on the other side of the table. Not finished there, he takes out the silver utensils that were wrapped in brown cloth which had a tie around it.

"And what if he's not possessed?" Sam questioned.

"Then he is a shapeshifter." Dean took the diner's utensils and put them under the table on the floor while replacing it with the silver utensils.

"Hence the silver." Sam looked away, putting his Dad's journal on top of the menu.

"Look, either way, this thing is gonna bleed." Dean was sure. "I mean, using Dad as bait? That's the last mistake of its short, pitiful life."

Sam frowns, watching Dean who looks over at him. "What?"

Sam says nothing, he only looks away.

"What?"

"Dean . . .listen." The younger Winchester looked down at the journal which he opened.

"There's an entry in Dad's journal." Sam flips through the pages, before finding the one he was looking for. "From January of 1990, saying he's headed to Minnesota to check out a case." Sam read. "That's, roughly, oh, about nine months before the kid was born."

Dean licked his lips, looking forward. "Coincidence."

"Coincidence," Sam repeated before pointing to the two pages that had been ripped out. "Next two pages of the journal. . .torn out."

Dean frowned at his sibling in disbelief.

The door chimes, a young boy coming inside. He had blue eyes, dirty blonde hair and was pretty thin too. The boy had to be at least nineteen years old. The Winchester boys noticed him looking around for unfamiliar faces as he held on to the strap of his book bag.

"Adam?" Sam called out to him.

Adam looks over and sees Sam waving his hand.

"You Sam?" He approached the table.

"Yeah. Uh, this is Dean." Sam pointed to his brother.

"Hi." Adam greeted the two, not getting an answer from Dean who just looked at him.

The young boy sets his backpack on the floor next to the empty chair and takes a seat.

"So, um. . ." He licked his lips, letting out a small sigh with his hands in his pocket. "How did you know my dad?"

"Uh, we worked together," Sam answered.

"Oh. . ." Adam looked down a sad look in his eyes.

"On the job."

He squinted, "He was a mechanic, right?"

"A car fell on him." Dean finally spoke up, an emotionless look on his face.

The waitress approaches the table. "Hey, Adam. How you doing?" She placed another glass of water on the table.

Dean quickly reached for the glass, "Oh, I'll take that. I am very thirsty." He took a sip, receiving a displeased look from the girl who looked back at Adam. "The usual, Adam?"

"Uh, yeah." Adam contemplated a second before nodding. "Thanks, Denise."

Denise walked away and Adam takes the glass of holy water.

Sam and Dean closely watch Adam drink the water, nothing happening.

Which meant he wasn't possessed.

Adam wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Sam glanced at Dean who glanced right back at him. "So, uh, when's the last time you saw John?"

A skeptical Dean reached from inside his jacket, pulling out his pistol that he pointed at him from under the table.

"I don't even know," Adam answered Sam's question. "It's. . .a couple years."

"Why did you decide to call him now?"

Adam put his hands back in his jacket. "I didn't know who else to call. He's the only family I got."

Sam blinks at that confused.

"My mom's missing." The young boy informed them.

"Really?" The younger Winchester was surprised. "I'm sorry. Uh, for how long?"

"It's tragic, really." There was not one bit of sympathy in Dean's voice. "But if you're John's kid, how come we've never heard of you?"

"Cause John and me didn't really know each other. Not until a few years ago, anyway."

"What do you mean?" Sam questioned.

"My mom never talked about him. I knew some stuff."

Dean asked, "What kind of stuff?"

Adam hesitated to speak for a second, "My mom's a nurse, and Dad came into the ER, pretty torn up. Hunting accident or something. And I knew his name. John Winchester. That's about it. We're not exactly a nuclear family."

Sam gave a small chuckle, "Yeah, well, who is these days?"

"So, when did you, uh, when did you finally meet him?" Dean kept going with the questions.

By all means necessary the Winchester wanted to get to the bottom of this. Dean had tightened his grip on his gun as he listened to him answer.

"When I was twelve. My mom had one of his old numbers and after I begged her—God, twenty-four-seven—she finally called him. God, when John heard he had a son, he raced to town. I mean, he dropped everything. He drove all night."

Denise comes to the table, placing Adam's food in front of him. "There you go."

"Thanks."

For a split second Dean didn't look as skeptical or angry, he looked envious. "Well, that's heartwarming."

Adam nodded before pointing to his food. "You mind?"

"Please, dig in." Dean was happy to oblige.

Adam takes the napkin out from under the silverware without touching the utensils and spreads the napkin on his lap.

Dean cocks his pistol, a dark look in his eyes.

"He would swing by once a year or so." Adam picks up the knife and fork and to Dean's dismay, nothing happens.

Adam is not a shapeshifter, nor anything else that reacts to contact with silver.

"You know, called when he could. But still. . ." Adam takes a bite out of his food and Dean uncocks his gun, putting it away. "He taught me poker and pool and even bought me my first beer when I was fifteen. And, uh. . .he showed me how to drive. Dad, he had this beautiful 'sixty-seven Impala—"

"Oh, this is crap." Dean hit his last straw. He leaned forward, gritting his teeth. "You know what, you're lying."

"No, I'm not."

"Uh, yeah, you are."

Adam tilted his head, offended and a little riled up. "I'm sorry, but who the hell are you to call me a liar?

"We're John Winchester's sons, that's who." Dean pointed at him then at Sam. "We are his sons."

Sam had backed up from the table, the Winchester uneasy about how the situation just unfolded.

Adam just stared at Dean, then Sam, then Dean again. The young boy was in a total state of shock.

"No, you don't have brothers." Dean shot him down with a frown. "Look, man, I don't know if you're a hunter or what kind of game you're playing here."

"I have never been hunting in my life."

"Whatever. I'm out of here." Dean stood. "Come on, Sam."

Dean walks away to leave.

Adam looked at Sam, "I can prove it."