Worlds Apart.

A/N: Hiiiiiiii! I'm back with the Supernatural fics! I was away for a while writing Charmed ones, but here's the one with Adam I've been wanting to write for ages! There's slowly more Adam stories appearing on this site, but we need more!

Right, this is completely AU…well, kinda. Sam and Dean find Adam but not how they do in the series, and I've set this fic in season 2, so John's dead and (I hope I got this right), Sam would be about 23, Dean would be about 27 and Adam would be 16…I think….

Little competition if anyone's interested….every chapter title is a song title, see if you can guess which one =P I'll try and pick some well-known ones, but some songs might just fit better than others, so a lot will probably be small British bands =D. (The title of this fic 'Worlds Apart' is from an awesome British band called Twenty Twenty).

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Chapter 1 – I'm Not Okay (I Promise).

"Dean?" Bobby demanded, bringing the now eldest Winchester back to reality. "This ain't healthy, boy. You an' Sam, yer dad's gone and you two ain't talking. All I'm sayin' is-"

"Yeah, I know, Bobby. I just…dunno what to do. I'm supposed to protect him, you know? Always have, but dad dyin', it's just a never-ending list of people we've lost, and you know what Sam's like." Dean admitted, running his hands through his spiky hair.

"It still ain't healthy. You've been here nearly two week and he's hardly spoke. Hell, you've hardly spoken a word to each other since…" he trailed off as he stumbled into the kitchen in a daze, paused, then continued walking towards the fridge where he hunted for something that wouldn't clog up his arteries. He snorted humourlessly when he found nothing but beer, pizza and pie.

"Sammy?" Dean asked, concern for the youngest Winchester increasing when Sam flinched, "You ok?"

Sam nodded and turned to Bobby, "Uh, can I use your library?"

"Sure ya can, boy. Yeh don't even need to ask. What is it ya want? I'll help ya look." The older man offered. Might get him to open up that way.

Sam shook his head wearily. "No, thanks. Just want to check something." He mumbled, dragging his feet towards the study.

Bobby swung round to glare at Dean, "Well, get goin' boy! Go help him look fer whatever it is, give you two a chance to talk!"

Dean smirked and trailed off after Sam as Bobby rolled his eyes and muttered to himself, "Those Winchester's are the biggest pair of idgits I've ever known!"

…

Sam swore loudly as the fourth book he flicked through provided useless. He tossed it onto the desk and pulled an enormous, dusty book out from the third shelf entitled Decades of Demons.

"Sammy, if you wanted a bit of light readin', all you had to do was ask!" Dean grinned momentarily, and then frowned as his comment had absolutely no effect on Sam who was still flicking through the giant book.

"Sammy?"

No answer.

"Sam?"

Still no answer.

"Come on! This has gotta stop! You can't ignore me forever you know!"

Sam's head snapped up as he glared at his older brother, who exclaimed, "It's alive! Hallelujah!"

"I'm not ignoring you." He snapped.

"Uh, yeah you are. You've hardly said one word since we came to Bobby's. Sam…it's not good to grieve in this-"

"And what would you know about that, Dean?" Sam yelled, standing up, his face contorted with rage. "Mom died when you were four! And I lost Jess as well! And now…now dad's gone! And who knows how many more people are going to die after-"

"Freakin' hell, Sammy! Calm down! I miss mom, and I know you don't remember her, but I do and she loved us both so much and I'm sorry that I never got to know Jess, but I know she loved you, Sam-"

"What the hell's that got to do with anything?" Sam exploded. "I'm trying to find what the hell went on in that hospital, Dean, and you're standing there, making jokes like always! It's what you do instead of showing your feel-" Sam was interrupted by Dean grabbing him and pulling him into a bear hug. "Gerroff me, Dean!" he protested, attempting to escape from his brother's strong arms.

…

That night was the first night of undisturbed sleep the boys had had in weeks, and they woke to the aroma of bacon and eggs wafting up the stairs.

Dean drooled, "Aw, man! I love you Bobby!" He shouted joyfully, bounding down the stairs and into the kitchen where the hunter stared at him incredulously.

"You bang yer head or somethin', boy? Where's Sam?"

"Sleepin'. We had a chick-flick moment last night and it really took it outta him," he grinned mischievously as said Winchester stumbled into the room, still in his pyjamas and his hair sticking out everywhere.

"M-m-mornin'." He yawned, as the phone rang in the hallway. Sam offered to get it, leaving Bobby to serve breakfast and Dean to sit and drum his fingers impatiently off the table as he did so.

As they were eating, Dean turned to Bobby and lowered his voice, "I have this theory. I haven't told Sam though, wanted to run it by you first…I think dad made a deal and that's why I'm not six feet under and pushing up daisies. It makes sense."

Bobby nodded thoughtfully. "Sounds like John. Why haven't you told Sam?"

"I-I can't. Knowing that dad coulda died for me…he might hate me and I couldn't stand that, Bobby. I've always looked out for him since I carried him outta that fire- with the exception of Stanford…" he stopped as Sam returned, a look of confusion and concentration on his face. "Sammy?"

"Huh?" Sam blinked.

"What's up? Who was on the phone?"

"Doctor from a couple of weeks ago. He said he found dad's journal, well, he thought it was some freaky ass satanic thing. It was in dad's stuff, and he's just found it. It might help us with what happened…"

"Yeah." Dean nodded in agreement, and then took a deep breath. "Hey…uh, Sam? C'mere a minute and sit down. Uh…I was just talkin' to Bobby and…"

…

"You think dad made a deal?" Sam whispered hoarsely.

"I'd bet on it. It's the only thing that makes sense. He was acting all weird before…I mean, he asked you to get that stuff from Bobby's…"

Sam simply stared, his mouth open in shock.

"Sammy…? Say somethin', kiddo." Dean demanded.

"Why didn't you tell me this before? He asked, finally finding his voice.

"I-I thought you'd hate me…"

"Hate you? Dean, I could never hate you! You're my big brother, and I love you."

"Right, that's enough o' that, before either of yeh starts bawling yer eyes out!" Bobby intervened. "Now, let's go get that journal."

…

Dean grabbed the journal from Doctor Bennett's hands and frantically flicked through it, whilst Sam glared at him and apologised continuously and thanked the doctor. When he'd left, Sam turned to Dean and was about to lecture him on his bad manners when said brother demanded in a monotone, "You drive. I read."

Sam opened and closed his mouth a few times before rolling his eyes and muttering to Bobby, "I give up!"

….

They were about ten or so miles from the hospital, when Dean suddenly shrieked (yes, shrieked, like a little girl), "Holy Led Zeppelin's underpants! You have got to be kidding me!"

Sam slammed on the brakes, and as Bobby held on to the back seat for dear life, Sam pulled the Impala over to the side of the road and turned to face Dean, his brow furrowed in anger. "Explain."

"Dude! There's an entry here from 1990!"

"So…?" Sam frowned, looking at Bobby who simply shrugged.

"Don't interrupt me! It says…I can't read the actual month and that…but: '1990, Adam Milligan', then there's a hospital and a weight….like a baby's weight…"

"A baby's weight?" Sam repeated in confusion. Why the hell is there a baby's weight in dad's journal?

"Yeah and there's a bit after 'Milligan', in brackets it's got our surname with a question mark, then Windom…wherever the hell that is."

"Dean…that's a birth record."

"A birth- holy cow, Sammy! Does that mean that this kid…?"

"Yeah, Dean. I think that this Adam Milligan's our little brother."

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A/N: Well, there you go. I hope you enjoyed it! This is just chapter 1, and I'm not sure how many there's going to be. Please review, I'd love to know what you think, if you have any criticisms or anything =).

P.S. I think I'll give the answer at the end of every chapter… 'I'm Not Okay (I Promise)' is by My Chemical Romance.

P.P.S And for anyone who's wondering 'idgits' is pronounced 'eejits'. Bobby says it wrong. It's a Scottish word (I think) and I live there =P.