We forgot about Adam
Disclaimer: I sadly don't own the Winchesters or J2 for that matter, Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and J2 belong to their parents. The story itself is mine.
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"Uncle Sammy?" A voice snapped Sam Winchester out of a memory; he looked toward the source of the sound. He saw his 5 year-old niece, Mary, was on an overstuffed chair that sat near the bookshelves in the bunker.
"Mhmm?" Sam made the noise to tell her he was listening although her bright hazel eyes were watching his every move. She inherited that from her father, she also had his blond hair, and a face structure much like his own. Her mother could be seen in her cute button nose and her bright smile, it was a sad time when she passed last year but they have moved on and they can smile a little bit easier and they cry less. She had been reading a picture book that Charlie had gotten her when she had visited a month ago.
"I have to tell you something." Mary said closing her book after placing her 'Star Wars' bookmark (another gift from Charlie) in her spot. Sam pushed his chair away from the table he was sitting at and patted his lap. She hopped down from the overstuffed chair and made her way to her uncle's lap. After getting her situated he ran his fingers through the ends of her hair to make her feel relaxed.
"What is it kiddo?" Sam said using her favorite nickname. Mary smiled up at him showing off her dimples that she got from her mom, although Sam likes to think she got it from the Winchester side.
"You're my favorite uncle!" She smiled even more at him that it looked like it hurt. He bounced her on his knee while he chuckled. Sam honestly thought Mary was the cutest being ever.
"Kiddo, I'm your only uncle." Just then they heard something crash to the floor. It was a painted clay pony that Sam had bought and had spent 6 hours painting it with Mary and ended up having paint all over their bodies especially in their hair. They had then presented it to Dean since today was his birthday. But, thanks to said man, it laid, shattered in a million pieces, on the floor. Sam was about to tell him off, but Dean spoke first…
"Shi….Fu…Crap!" He shouted his vocabulary limited due to the 5 year old.
"What?" Sam said irritated that Dean dropped his present but curious as to why he did. Dean looked over to him with his oh-crap-shit-just-got-real-we-are-so-screwed face on
"We forgot about Adam." Dean somewhat whispered. Sam froze, staring at his brother as realization dawned on him. Mary looked confused and tried to get their attention but Sam and Dean were thinking about how screwed they were they didn't notice the pouting little girl. Sam opened his mouth a little and a whispered word escaped.
"Fudge"
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What do you think? This is just a quick story about the boys remembering Adam. Yeah Dean had a child but that's the only way this story would've worked. I'd like to give a lot of thanks to my sister; she helped me through this story. Go check out her writing, it is so much better than this: Bandoftheieves