A/N:I've been hearing that John may return, though I haven't found anything…I thought of this…..Don't own anything.

It was a bright day, the sun was brilliantly shinning as a truck sped down a two-lane asphalt road. It passed a sign reading Lawrence, Kansas.

In the field in Skull cemetery, Adam Milligan is laying on the field, his eyes open wide and he jerks up.

"Sam?" he calls, "Sam!"

He stands up on shaky feet, looking around him and then taking a deep breath. He's wearing the same clothes, Michael wore when they fell into the pit. He takes sharp breaths.

The truck pulls into Skull Cemetery, and Adam watches it, he doesn't move.

"Adam?" asks a voice and climbing out of the truck is John Winchester.

"Dad?" Adam asks in surprise.

Adam flinches as John wraps his arms around him.

"Adam I'm so sorry," John mutters into the boy's hair.

Adam doesn't mutter a word as tears form in his eyes, and places his arms around his father, not even caring that his father had been dead for more than three years.

"Shhh," John mutters as the tears finally flow down his pale cheeks.

"How?" Adam whispers, "How the hell am I back? And Sam and Dean they told me you were dead,"

"Not everything stays dead," replied John, "it's okay it's me,"

"Prove it," states Adam.

John raises an eyebrow at his youngest son, the one he tried so hard to keep from this life. The child that had been eaten alive by ghouls, resurrected by angels and spent time in hell.

"Adam-

"Prove it!" yells out Adam his voice going hoarse on the words.

"You're in no condition to be giving orders," John states, "let me take you back to the motel you can get showered there,"

"I said prove it," says Adam.

And John sighs before taking out a glass of holy water and drinking it all down. Adam looks at his father and then at the truck.

"Dad how long have you been back?" asks Adam.

John doesn't answer at first starring at the ground.

"How long have I been Dad for you? Last time I saw you I was John," says John.

"Answer my question," says Adam starring eye to eye with his father.

"A few months maybe a year," says John.

"Maybe a year?" cries out Adam, "your sons they needed you! I needed you! My mom needed you,"

"I'm sorry," replied John.

"My mom died screaming and bloody all because of you," yells out Adam, "this is all because of you!"

Adam begins to get dizzy, and images of being tortured appear on his mind.

"Adam," John grabs his arms, "we're going back to the motel, your weak come on son, Dad's got you,"

' John helped Adam into the truck and the pair drove off. Adam dozed off to sleep to have dreams of hell.

"Son wake up," says John, "wanna talk about it?"

"No," scolds Adam.

"You know I've been to hell to," says John, "kinda been a tradition in this family,"

"Yeah great tradition," replied Adam rolling his eyes.

John looks at his son and chuckles.

"You remind me of your half- brother," says John.

"Brother," corrects Adam bitterly, "they're my brothers,"

John looks a little surprised at how Adam responded to his brothers.

"Dean's alive you know?" says Adam, "living with some woman named Lisa Braeden and her kid Ben, Sam told me,"

"How much did Sam tell you?" asks John.

"A lot," replied Adam, "we spent a while locked in the cage,"

"You and Sam were together?" asks John.

"Yes we were," says Adam.

"Were?" asks John.

"One day or month or year whatever the hell it was Sam wasn't there anymore and neither were Michael or Lucifer for that matter," says Adam, "it was just quiet but only for a moment,"

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