Crazy Trip
Third Story in the Trip Series
Adam, 12; Sam, 17; Dean, 21

Once again, this story takes place in 2002 but I am taking the liberty of assuming everyone has cell phones as easily as they do today. :)

Adam sighed deeply while pulling his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs and resting his chin on top of his hands. He silently watched the scenery fly by as the bus traveled towards his house. How did it all go so wrong? This had been the day from hell and it wasn't over yet!

It had all started this morning when Adam and his mother had both failed to hear their alarms. Adam took full responsibility for that fact. If he had been on top of his game last night he would of never left his backpack on the kitchen table, allowing his Mom to discover the rubric detailing the giant history report due the next day. The report Adam had yet to start. His mom had gone all TurboMother on him and within minutes Adam found himself surrounded by encyclopedias researching King Tut while his Mom rushed to the local mart to purchase poster board, glitter, glue and other various supplies all the while mumbling about irresponsible sons being the death of her. It had taken Adam most of the night to complete all the requirements and no pleading on his behalf had his mom relenting and allowing him to retire for the night.

So, it was no surprise that they both overslept and Adam had started his day on the floor. Seeing how his mom had roughly jerked the covers neatly tucked around his body off of his person, forcing Adam to roll right off the bed and to land in a heap next to his night stand. She then did not bother to offer any sympathy, only yelling that Adam had five minutes to be dressed, downstairs, and ready to go as she flew out of his room, pulling her stockings on as she went.

And Adam also took full responsibility for the deep tire tracks located a mere two miles from their home when he discovered he had left his report sitting on the counter. He also didn't blame his Mom for the four letter words that flew from her mouth. He however, did think the smack to the back of his head might have been overkill. After retrieving his homework and the half eaten pop tart that would serve as his breakfast the duo had raced to school, barely making it in time.

Of course first period was athletics and of course it was the Friday after their big loss to the Panthers and of course Coach would decide that today was the day he wanted to make a big impression. That would be how Adam and other free throwing missing teammates found themselves running laps for every free throw they had missed. And of course Coach was in the mood to make a bigger impression after they ran those and announced that everyone on the team would run extra laps for the free throws missed by their team members and of course Adam would have missed the most causing his teammates to be pretty pissed at him.

And that had led to the fight. Well the first fight. The fight that was in no way his fault. What is a boy suppose to do when someone shoves them from behind? Adam thought he had shown pretty good restraint in only retaliating with a shove of his own. No fists would have been involved if that dumb ass Carl hadn't decided to kick Adam's legs out from under him from his position on the ground. Of course Coach had not seen it that way and Adam found himself not only on the receiving end of a scathing lecture but running more laps, Carl by his side. And of course Coach didn't notice the shoves coming Adam's way every turn they made on the court causing Adam to finally snap, swing Carl around and punch him in his smart mouth. That little bit of justice had cost Adam his starting position in next week's game and the reaming out Adam received caused him to be late for his next class. His history class. The same history class in which his report was due. The same report that was currently sitting on the gym floor next to the bleachers where Adam had left it in his haste to get to class on time.

Adam rubbed his temples. If only things had ended there. But of course, Carl would still be pissed and decide to take his anger out on Adam's best friend, Asher. Asher who was simply minding his own business and taking advantage of Mr Standridge's distracted state, seeing how he was currently beaming out Adam for forgetting his report, by batting his eyes at Marie as she giggled into her hand. Carl had no right to stomp Asher's foot as he walked by or shove his desk into the back of Ashers' hard enough to cause Asher to spill his coke onto his own report. How could Adam not get involved? The resulting tussle had ended with Ash, Carl and Adam all three being banned to the hallway till they could "settle their disagreement and return to class as civilized 7th graders." As far as Adam could tell this was as civilized as 7th graders got.

Asher had initiated a truce of sorts that had resulted in the three being able to return to class minutes before the bell. Of course, retrieving Adam's report had caused him to be late to 3rd period resulting in his third tardy and Adam was rewarded with detention Monday for his troubles. Adam had prayed fourth period would be the haven it usually was, thanks to the distractions of one Miss Abigail Pruitt. Abigail with her golden brown hair and legs that never stopped. Abigail who Adam had been crushing on since the 5th grade. And today was the day Abigail had smiled her 1000 watt smile at Adam and dropped a note on his desk. A note decorated with small flowers and hearts. Adam had waited all of .4 seconds after she had turned around to rip the note open. Only to discover the note was not truly for him but an inquiry on Asher. Asher who use to be his best friend. Asher who according to Abigail "has stunning blue eyes" and "the cutest smile" and did Adam think Asher would be willing to take her to the 7th grade dance?

And really it wasn't his fault that Ms Crossett had chosen that moment to ask Adam the answer to number three. Who could really blame him for responding with a less than stellar remark? A remark that had landed Adam a quick trip to the Principal's office. A trip that had resulted in Adam spending lunch alone at the "teacher table" and the added bonus of spending his recess writing an apology to Ms Crossett. Thankfully, the rest of the day had been uneventful, other than Asher's snide remarks as Adam had thrown Abigail's note in his face and stomped off.

The bus came to a stop and Adam unwrapped his legs and stomped off. He ignored Mr Arnold's "have a good day" and stomped up the drive, pulling his key out of his back pocket only to discover the door was already unlocked. Adam stomped on inside and let his backpack drop on the ground as he made his way to the kitchen.

"Mom?" he yelled digging through the fridge, "You home?"

"Adam! Please get out of the refrigerator. I don't need you messing anything up. James will be here in thirty minutes and you need a shower." His Mom answered him from behind.

"James?" Adam asked, spinning around, a half eaten pickle hanging from his mouth.

His mother sighed and removed the mangled pickle from his mouth, wrapping the end into a paper towel and handing it back. "Yes Adam, we talked about this the other night. James and I will be having dinner here tonight. He really wants to get to know you."

"Yeah, ok, whatever." Adam replied shoving the other half of his pickle in his mouth. He wasn't too concerned about meeting this James fellow. Every guy his Mom brought home usually split within a week after meeting Adam. He was sort of the deal breaker and he was okay with that.

"Adam, please give James a chance. It is important to me." She added patting his cheek.

"Sure Mom, I can behave some of the time." Adam replied, swallowing the rest of the pickle and grabbing the milk jug.

His Mom quickly grabbed it from his hands before he could chug it straight from the container. "Glass, Adam, then shower." She ordered.

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"So, Adam what do you like to do for fun?" James asked after winking his Mom's direction.

Adam tried not to roll his eyes and forced himself to reply politely. "The usual things, James: sports, video games, sleep, food.."

James laughed deeply. "I see things have not changed much since I was a teenager. Maybe we could catch a game sometime."

"My dad can take me, but thanks." Adam replied, quickly shoving in a bite of dinner, feeling his Mom's eyes boring into him.

"Of course, Adam. Perhaps we can come up with something else to do, some other time then." James replied, also shoving in a bite of dinner.

His mom cleared her throat, successfully regaining everyone's attention. "Actually James, how would you like to come watch a game with me? Adam will be playing in Thursday's basketball game and I know he would enjoy having another fan cheer him on. Right, Adam?"

Adam quickly took a drink of his milk, avoiding answering.

"I would greatly enjoy that, Kate." James answered a little too brightly.

"As would Adam." Mom answered, drilling Adam with a look he knew better to ignore.

"Yes, ma'am I would but uh..I wont be playing in next week's game." Adam replied, looking down.

"Wont be playing? What are you talking about, Adam?" his Mom asked, sitting her fork down and leaning forward, "and please look at me".

"Well uh, I sort of had a small disagreement with a team mate and well, Coach thought it would be best if we both sat out next game till we…resolve this difference." Adam replied, offering his Mom what he hoped was a sincere smile.

"What sort of disagreement, Adam?" his Mom asked sharply.

"Just a disagreement, Mom. Can't we have this conversation when we are alone?" Adam asked waving his hand James direction.

"Actually, if you will just excuse me, I will go refill my drink." James replied, starting to rise.

"No, James, Adam can refill your drink." his Mom ordered.

Adam sighed but rose from his seat and dutifully took James' glass from his out stretched hand.

"And this conversation is not over, Son." She added.

"Can't wait." Adam mumbled, as he made his way around the table. Unfortunately for him his Mom had great hearing and reflexes. She stopped Adam midstride.

"Care to repeat that, son?" she asked, eyebrows raised.

"Not really." Adam replied, jerking his arm out of his Mom's.

"Adam, I asked you a question."

Gawd, why was his Mom being so persistent. "It was nothing, Mom. Please just drop it."

Adam turned quickly to make his way to the kitchen and away from his mother, unfortunately in his haste his elbow connected with his Mom's plate and the rest of her chicken alfredo landed in her lap. His mom shot out of her seat, successfully knocking the glass out of Adam's hand which then shattered all over the floor.

Before Adam could even offer an apology, the phone begin to ring. James took one look at Kate covered in sauce and Adam, mouth open, surrounded by broken glass, rose and crossed the room to the phone.

"Milligan's residence…I am sorry Mr Standridge she is unable to come to the phone right now. Can I take a message?...Adam did what? Yes, yes sir I will see she gets the message…You too. Good Bye."

All eyes turned towards Adam. Adam for his part, pulled out the chair beside him, sat down and placed his head on the table and moaned. Would this day ever end?

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Adam stood looking out the window in his bedroom contemplating jumping as he replayed tonight's events in his head. His mom had managed to pull today's tragic tale from her reluctant son as James gallantly cleaned up the mess in the dining room. And as Adam figured would happen, his Mom had grounded him for an infinite amount of days and sent him to his room while she and James had snuggled on the couch watching none other than a blasted basketball game.

Adam rested his head on the glass of the window and sighed again. This day had truly sucked, actually most days have sucked ever since the day he discovered he had brothers. Brothers. Brothers that he barely knew and a life he couldn't be a part of. A life he wasn't even sure he wanted to be a part of, but then maybe he did. He didn't know what he wanted anymore.

Adam walked over to his bed and fell face first. The momentum caused his phone, resting on his pillow to fall on Adam's shoulder. Really? Adam thought as he grabbed the phone, ready to chunk it across the room when something made him stop. He scrolled through the list pausing at the newest number entered in his phone. Before they had left, Sam had taken Adam's phone, entered his number and before handing it back to Adam he made him promise to call anytime he needed his brothers. Was this a time one needed their brothers?

Adam held the phone tightly debating what to do. Finally, he pushed the button, held his breath and listened to it ring. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed when it went to voicemail. He listened to his brother's deep voice and waited for the beep.

"Uh Sammy..Sam this is Adam. I, well, just wanted to see how you were doing..how all of you were doing. See if everything was fine…things are fine here. Well, fine enough. I don't know..could be better but I mean no ghouls trying to kill us so guess that is a plus, huh? So, um yeah..just wanted to say hi and be safe. Talk to you later, I guess. Oh and how are you at shooting free-throws?" Adam quickly hung up and sighed again, if Sam didn't already think he was an idiot for missing that werewolf, he sure as hell did now with that message.

Adam threw the phone across the room, shoved his face into his pillow and closed his eyes and within minutes he was dead to the world.

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"ADAM!"

Adam looked up as he exited the school, only to see his brother coming his way.

"Dean?" Adam asked, walking quickly towards him, shoving his papers into his bag.

"Heya squirt. Ready to bust this educational laced joint?" Dean smiled, resting his hand on Adam's shoulder.

Adam leaned into his brothers touch and then pulled away. "What are you doing here? Dad and Sam with you?"

"Nope, just me. Left Pops and the Jolly Green Giant in South Dakota. So, you up for a little adventure with your big brother?" Dean asked with a smile, leading Adam towards the parking lot where he had parked the Impala.

"The Impala? Dad let you bring the Impala?" Adam asked, running up and touching the hood reverently, his eyes sparkling.

"Dude, one would think you loved this car more than your brother." Dean joked, running his hand along the hood as well.

"Don't you?" Adam asked, laughing.

"Perhaps.." Dean said with a laugh as well, then remembering Adam's earlier question. "Yeah, Dad and Sam are working a job and needed the truck."

"Why aren't you with them?" Adam asked, taking his eyes off the Impala long enough to glance at Dean for an answer.

"Uhh I had this little cold and Dad went all alpha male on me and told me to keep my ass at home. You know how he is. I tried to argue but it was like talking to a brick wall, a pissed off brick wall, so I finally conceded to his point." Dean replied, then walking to the door and opening it added "Got a text from Sammy that my kid brother needed some adventure so here I am. Hop in!"

Adam did as requested trying to wrap his head around what Dean was saying. Sam cared enough to send Dean to him and Dean was willing to come?

"I aint getting any younger here, Sunshine. Get in the car." Dean growled and Adam quickly obeyed.

"So um Dean, does Dad know you are here?" Adam asked as Dean started the car.

"Would I be here if he didn't?" Dean replied, then throwing a wink Adam's way he added "What Dad doesn't know won't hurt him…or us!"

Adam laughed as his brother made a few donuts in the parking lot, the sweet sounds of Metallica blaring from the stereo and figured it wasn't necessary to mention he was currently grounded. What Dean didn't know wouldn't hurt him..or Adam either.

A/N: Sorry only one chapter. I have started and restarted this several times, I have ideas but mental blocks like crazy while putting it together. Promise I will not drag this story out forever. I am only posting it now (unfinished) because a few friends have requested it. Thanks again for all your support and love! You guys are the best!