~*****~

"Thanks, Bobby, again, I'm sorry for not being back sooner," I say softly into the phone. I gaze around my shoulder at Sam, who's scrubbing at his teeth as if he's on a mission to destroy every single germ in his mouth. I roll my eyes as I hear Bobby respond over the constant whining of Mary on the other end.

"It's fine. Turns out that kid you saved is a decent babysitter." Bobby retorted. "Somethin' about payin' you back for saving his hide."

I snort. "Tell him thanks for me, then," I laugh. "I gotta go, I'll be back soon."

I end the call and pat on the door Dean's leaning against as he sleeps. He grunted loudly, flinging upwards and groaning as he opens the door like a deranged homeless man. "How'd you sleep?" Sam asked.

"How do you think?" Dean groaned. "I'm starving, let's get some breakfast."

I snort. "Where? We're two hours from anything."

"But I'm hungry now." Dean retorted.

I rolled my eyes. "There's probably still a sandwich in the backseat."

Dean beams at me and reaches into the backseat, fishes the bag out, takes a deep inhale before gagging. I furrowed my brows at him. "It's tuna."

I heave a laugh as the cell in the glovebox begins to ring. I reached in and tugged it out, my brows furrowing at the number. "Isn't that Dad's phone?" Sam asks.

I flip the phone open and answer. "Hello?"

"Um, who-- is this John's number?" A man asks on the other end.

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

"No, I really need to talk to John." He says in a shaky tone. "This is Adam Milligan. He knows me." My stomach shakes a little. Where had I heard that before?

"Well, Adam, I'm sorry to break it to you, but John died more than two years ago." I explain. "I- I'm sorry, but who is this?"

Adam swallows his shaky breath. "I'm his son."

~*****~

Dean was pissed. Having someone use John as bait would usually do that to him, but insinuating he was John's son? Well, Dean took it personal. When I'd coaxed Adam into meeting us at a diner, Dean all but bottled himself up in silent rage. "Look, Dean, best I can tell, Adam Milligan is real," I express. "He was born September twenty-ninth, nineteen ninety to Kate Milligan. No father listed on the birth certificate. He's an Eagle Scout, graduated High School with honors, and currently goes to the University of Wisconsin-- Biology Major, Pre-Med." I explain breathlessly as Dean continues to root through the trunk. "Dean, are you listening?"

"This is a trap," Dean simply says as he slams the trunk shut.

"Dean-- how is it a trap if I set the meeting?" I hiss as I follow after him.

Dean doesn't respond. Inside the diner, Dean drags a chair from the other side of the table we'd taken and shoves me in the middle of him and Sam. "Dean, we're telling you-- the kid checks out." Sam says.

"Dean, so he's an actual person on the planet Earth." Dean retorts. "Sucks he's got a demon in him."

"Hi, welcome to Cousin Oliver's." The waitress greets us. "Can I--"

"We're actually waiting on somebody," Dean says rudely.

"Thank you..." I murmur as she just scoffs, and slaps the menu's on our table. "What are you--" I groan irritably as Dean dumps the regular water and refills it with our holy water. "Seriously?"

"Yep. One sip of Jesus Juice, this evil bitch is gonna be in a world of hurt." Dean retorted.

"And what if he's not possessed?" I ask irritably.

"Then he is a shape shifter," Dean retorts casually as he tugs out the silver flatware.

"Hence the silver." Sam hums.

"Look, either way, this thing is gonna bleed," Dean hums. "I mean, using Dad as bait? That's the last mistake of its short, pitiful life." Sam and I just stare at Dean. "What?"

"Dean..." I trail off. "Listen, I thought I'd heard his name before, and I was right. John let it slip one night, a long time ago. I thought it was just another one of those days where the liquor got to him. But in John's journal--" I mention as I pull it out. "There's an entry from January of nineteen ninety. Saying he's headed to Minnesota to check out a case. That's, roughly nine months before the kid was born."

"Coincidence," Dean retorts.

"Coincidence? Next two pages of the journal-- torn out." I mention.

"You guys aren't actually buying this, are you?" Dean asked.

"Look, man, I don't want to believe this, either," Sam snapped. "I'm just saying it's possible. I mean, Dad would be gone for weeks at a time, and he wasn't exactly a monk. I mean, a hunter rolls into town, kills a monster, saves the girl... sometimes the girl's grateful."

"Well, now I'm thinking about Dad sex. Stop talking." Dean commented irritably.

"Maybe he slipped one past the goalie." Sam kept going.

"Dude!" Dean groaned.

I glance up as the bell chimes. A young man steps inside, and the resemblance between him, John, and the boys is uncanny. There's no doubt he's John's kid. "Adam." I call out. He glances at us before ambling towards our table.

"You're... Carlotta?" Adam asks hesitantly.

"Yeah," I nod. "This is Sam and Dean." I introduce them.

"Hi," He greets softly before taking a seat. He heaves a sigh. "So, uh... how'd you know my dad?"

"We worked together," Sam responds.

Adam nods. "How... how did he die?"

"On the job," Sam says.

Adam's brow furrows. "He was a mechanic, right?"

"A car fell on him," Dean snapped.

The waitress walks back over with a friendly smile. "Hey, Adam. How you doing?"

Dean snatches the glass. "Oh, I'll take that." Dean says. "I am very thirsty."

The waitress sneers at him for a second. "The usual, Adam?"

"Uh, yeah. Thanks, Denise." Adam hums. He grasps the glass of holy water and takes a sip.

"So," I draw his attention. "When was the last time you saw John?"

Adam grunts. "I don't even know. It's... a couple of years."

"Why'd you decide to call him now?" I ask.

"I didn't know who else to call," Adam shrugged. "He's the only family I got." My brow furrows. "My mom's missing."

"Really? Oh, honey, I'm so sorry. For how long?" I ask.

"Uh, it's tragic, really, but if you're John's kid, how come we've never heard of you?" Dean asked coldly.

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

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

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

"What kind of stuff?" Dean asked.

Adam hummed. "My mom's a nurse, and Dad came into the E.R. pretty torn up-- hunting accident or something. And I knew his name-- John Winchester. That's about it." Adam explained. "We're not exactly a nuclear family."

"Yeah, well, who is these days," Sam hums.

"So, when did you, uh, when did you finally meet him?" Dean asked.

"When I was twelve. My mom had one of his old numbers, and... and after a I begged her-- god, twenty-four, seven-- she finally called him." Adam explained. "God, when John heard he had a son, he raced to town. I mean, he dropped everything. He drove all night." The waitress came back and gave Adam his food before walking back off.

"Well, that's heartwarming." Dean commented.

"You mind?" Adam asks softly.

"No, please-- dig in." Dean hums.

Adam continued to explain. "He would swing by once a year or so, you know, called when he could. But still... 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 suddenly exclaims, causing me to choke on my water. "You know what-- you're lying!"

"No, I'm not," Adam retorted calmly.

"Uh, yeah, you are," Dean snapped.

"I'm sorry, but who the hell are you to call me a liar?" Adam asked.

"We're John Winchester's sons, that's who." Dean stated. He gestured to Sam. "We-- are his sons."

Adam glanced between the two of them. "I've got brothers?" He asks, and I swear, that sweetheart gene must've come from Mary, because it certainly didn't come from those three idiots.

"No, you don't have brothers," Dean snapped. "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." Adam snaps.

"Whatever, I'm out of here. Come on, guys." Dean ordered.

I rubbed at my face irritably. "I can prove it." Adam states.

~*****~

He certainly did prove it. Adam took us back to his house and showed us pictures. "He took you to a baseball game?" Dean asked in offence.

Adam smiled. "Yeah, when I turned fourteen." Adam said. "Dad was around for a few of my birthdays."

"September twenty-ninth, two thousand four." Sam hummed. "One word-- Minnesota."

Dean hesitated. "He took you to a freakin' baseball game?" He asked again.

"Yeah," Adam nodded. "Why? What'd dad do with you on your birthday?"

"We'll get to that later," I retort with a warning glance to Dean. "Adam, you said you called because your mom was missing?" Adam nodded. "How long has she been gone?"

"Three days." Adam stated.

"Who was the last person to see her?" Dean asked.

Adam glanced out the window. "Mr. Abbinanti, our neighbor. He saw her come home Tuesday night, but she never showed up to work on Wednesday."

"Did you call the police" Sam asked.

"Mom's supervisor at the hospital did. And then I drove down here as fast as I could." Adam admitted. He swallowed thickly. "I should've been here."

"What'd the cops say?" Dean asks.

"That they, uh, they searched the house. They didn't find anything." Adam bounced on his heels just a little. "She wouldn't leave without telling anybody. It's like she just dropped off the face of the earth, you know?"

"D'you mind if we took a look around?" I ask Adam softly. He nods after a moment and gestures around.