My Brother's Keeper
By Wanderlust Ethereal
Summary: Dean had angels, Sam had demons, but what if Adam wasn't a perfectly normal apple-pie life kind of boy, either? Adam-centric. OCs.
Disclaimer: If this was mine, Adam would be loved and pampered, Gabriel would be alive and killing people for shits and giggles, and Crowley, King of the Crossroads, would meet a real-life Aziraphale, have an Arrangement, fall madly in love, and find a way to have creepy little fledgelings that look like blonde Crowleys that wear tartan sweater-vests with dark shades, and like to go and bug their aunt Mikey and uncle Luci by reading misprinted bibles aloud, complete with hissing sounds. My mind is messed up. I know.
A/N: I've been wanting to do this for sooo long! I mean, I love Adam, he just doesn't get enough love. Heck, he doesn't get enough life, or importance, or even any freaking plot! He's just the guy that keeps getting revived and killed in horrible and demented ways. And I'm such a sucker for characters with potential…
So this is me, giving him life, love and plot. Or trying to. But it's like this fic is jinxed! (I wonder why I'm surprised, considering I renamed Jet's story Jinxed because everytime I tried to do it something gets in the way and stops me) Anyhoo, I was going to do this thing a year ago, except after typing a lot of chapters, my computer reset and I lost nearly half of what I wrote! And then, only a few months later, my computer broke and everything, not just this fic, but everything I was working on – LOST! I'm trying to work on this again, hopefully no plagues will assault me this time…
Chapter One: In the Darkness Waits
It starts when Adam is three – although to tell the truth it starts long before that, before him, and it has been the same with many others through the years and months and days – but for Adam it begins that night, almost a day after his third birthday, when mom has turned off the light, and Adam is laying down on his bed in the child's bedroom that used to belong to his uncle – Uncle Declan, he was a marine, and they sent him off overseas to fight the terrorists, but he's not coming back anymore, they said – in his grandparent's house in Minnesota.
Adam can't sleep so he gazes at his nightlight and imagines that the shadows make shapes like the animals on his picture books.
He shouldn't be awake, but he is, and that's why he hears it when the twigs scratch at the window even though they shouldn't be near enough to do that, why he jumps when he hears the click of the lock unlatching, why he looks up when the hinges squeal softly, oh so softly as the window eases open and the night breeze gusts into the room sending the curtains billowing and the chill night air stinging Adam's face and the back of his little hands because they're not under the covers.
And Adam is three, and he's terrified and he's curious and he pulls back his little hands and hides them under the blankets when he pulls it up to his nose, until he's all hidden and covered but for his wide blue eyes, staring out at the open window that shouldn't be open at all because mommy locked it before she kissed him goodnight.
The three year old waits a beat, and another, and listens, listens, listens, and he can hear it. There's something on the ledge, something shuffling and dark and it's climbing, climbing up into his window…
Then there's a hiss, and a muffled thud, a cuss word that Adam can't repeat because mommy will be mad at him, and the shuffling is gone.
There's a dark shape outside Adam's window, and pale, so pale hands, long and thin are on the sill and the window is being pulled closed, and Adam hears the click of a latch that nobody should be able to open and close from outside, but they already have.
And Adam is scaredsoscared because the dark thing is still there, standing outside his window but he can't scream, can't call for mommy, because he's afraid that it will hear him first.
It stands there for an eternity and a half, stands until his eyelids droop and he stifles a yawn and before he knows it, he's fast asleep, but the dark figure still stands outside his window, unmoving, waiting maybe, but Adam is long gone and past caring.
There's a sigh and a chuckle, and a breeze ruffles Adam's hair even though all the windows are closed.
In his bed, Adam sleeps. And his dreams are filled with pale fingers and shadowy black figures with blank black eyes standing in the distance.
Chapter One DONE! Tell me what you think? ^^