Chapter Edited!!!

A/N- So this was just an interesting and what I thought was slightly amusing thought that I ended up writing down. This doesn't really have any place in the actual series. Just imagine Sam and Dean's lives weren't completely screwed up with apocalypse crap and if Adam actually ended up being Adam and not some ghoul who likes poking its fingers in people.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of its themes or characters… I just like playing with them.

Somehow Dean had got stuck with Adam last night. Sam usually was the one who ended up with the runt in his bed but they'd been so tired when they got back to the motel from their latest hunt they'd collapsed on whatever was most convenient, not thinking twice on the matter. And of course, as stubborn as Winchesters go, both Dean and Adam had a firm hold on each end of the motel's thin cotton comforter and it was stretched to its max as the two Winchesters were half falling off the two sides of the mattress.

Dean groaned as he slowly came to consciousness, rolling over he first noticed the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, then his kid brother trying to hog all his blankets away. With a sleepy glare directed at his youngest sibling, Dean grabbed a better hold of the fabric and gave a hard pull.

His sleeping brother promptly tumbled off the side of the bed and hit the ground with a dull thud accompanied by a small grunt of achievement from Dean. There was a pause of about three seconds before a groan of pain finally followed up the thud.

"I hate you." Came a groggy voice from the floor. Dean had to bite down the fond smile that was tugging at his lips.

"You love me an' you know it." Dean muttered back.

A non-committal grunt came from the floor.

Dean closed his eyes, playing with the idea of getting some more sleep.

A moment later the bed dipped as the brat climbed back into Dean's bed and a section of blanket was pealed away from him.

Dean's groan of protest was cut short as he felt a pair of arm snake around him.

"wuddjoo doing? Ged off me. I don't cuddle." Dean grumbled, trying to nudge off his kid brother.

"Cold." Adam stated simply not relinquishing his grip at all.

"Don't care. Off." Dean kicked out blindly behind him, missing his brother completely.

"Cooold." Adam almost whined.

Dean tried giving one more elbow, before sighing, resigned and going limp. He really didn't like admitting just how much his brothers had him under their thumbs.

A poorly concealed giggle came from his side and he glared at its direction.

"You know you like it." Adam's amused voice came from his side.

"Do not like where this conversation is going." Dean snorted, thinking about waking himself up enough to deliver a well placed kick. "I can tell you, if I ever were to jump the fence, I can promise, it most definitely wouldn't be with you, you scrawny runt." Giving another pathetic attempt to wriggle free.

"Please spare me the knowledge of who my big brother would go gay for." Adam pleaded, smirking against his brother's back.

Dean rolled his eyes before turning onto his back and spreading his arms eagle so that his left arm landed directly on his brother's face, making the kid grunt in pain before wriggling himself free so that the arm was under his head.

Adam was still grimacing distastefully when he settled down again, making Dean's brow furrow in concern.

"You ok there, Bed Bug?" Dean asked, bending his occupied arm and ruffling the kid's hair.

Adam glanced at his brother's face. He'd honestly had expected to find himself back on the floor by now. His oldest brother had been somewhat distant with him for the last three months, (Which was actually for as long as he'd known him and just how sad was that?) ever since he'd gotten on the road with him and Sam and started getting trained up for the job. Then again, Dean wasn't really the kind to be particularly affectionate, so maybe Adam had misjudged his distance that for simply not wanting him around. Of course, you wouldn't guess any of that about Dean if you were to walk into their motel room at that particular moment.

That made Adam smile slightly. Maybe he was finally getting accepted as a Winchester, as a brother. After weeks of training, weeks of hard work, weeks of just trying to fit in with his brothers. Maybe it wasn't all for naught, maybe they wouldn't decide he was a lost cause and ditch him on an interstate somewhere. Maybe he could have a family here. As screwed up as this life was, it really didn't bother him the way he figured it probably should… at least he had family here.

And so, it was for that reason he didn't tell Dean just how much his back hurt from getting thrown into cabinets, counters and anything else that might have been conveniently painful last night. That might sound a little backwards but by now he'd seen both his brothers with much worse than just a couple bruises from being tossed around by the bad guy and he hadn't heard one complaint from either of them on any occasion. He didn't want them to think he was whining after only a couple of hunts.

"Kiddo?"

Dean's voice cut into Adam's wandering thoughts, his face becoming more creased with worry by the second.

"I'm fine, just a little bruised up from being a poltergeist's play thing last night." Adam quickly supplied.

Dean frowned down at the kid with worry. They hadn't really taken the time to patch each other up last night, they'd all been tired and no one was seriously injured so they'd let it slide. Maybe he should check the kid out.

"Alright, I'm getting up. You need anything?" Dean asked, scratching at the kid's head affectionately.

"Naw, I'm good." Adam answered, not letting go of his brother.

"Kay…"

After a minute of listening to the shower continue to run and Dean, not making any move to get up, Adam looked up at his brother.

"Dean?"

"Shut up, I'm comfy."

Adam laughed and rested his head back against his brother's shoulder and tried to entangle himself further with his brother; After last night's events he really just wanted to feel safe for a second and his big bad brother certainly supplied that, but damnit his back still hurt like a bitch. It felt hot, and sore and sticky and annoying.

Everything in Dean was telling him to tease his baby brother about this hugantic chickflick moment but couldn't bring himself to do it. After all he was cuddling back, which made him just as big a target for teasing.

After about another minute…

"Food. Hungry. Breakfast."

Dean rolled his eyes at the statements.

"Remind me again why we thought picking up a teenager and bringing him hunting with us was a good idea?" Dean muttered to himself. "I mean seriously, all you guys do is demand things in one word sentences: hungry, sleepy, cold, and in your case, 'cuddle'." Dean complained, rolling his eyes again.

Adam huffed a laughed into his brother's shoulder; he didn't think Dean realized that he'd started too distractedly, brush his fingers through Adam's hair with the hand which was attached to the arm that his little brother had apparently claimed to be his.

"You're lucky Sam is taking one of his long girly showers or I'd have to kick you out. I'd never live this down, I don't cuddle you see."

Adam snorted, "Yeah, I've noticed." nudging his brother in the ribs with his shoulder.

Dean glared, "This is a one time thing."

"What, like one of your one night stands?" Adam asked with a teasing grin.

"Shut up."

"Just asking."

"Shut up."

"You know, where I come from its ok to express feelings." Adam explained, as if to a five year old.

"Dude, you were raised by chicks."

"…And?"

"You don't know how to be a guy, it's the only reason I let you get away with this touchy feely crap." Dean tried, a blush creeping up his neck.

"Oh really?" Adam asked in a tone that clearly stated that he didn't believe a word of it.

"Totally."

"How bout that."

And like that the conversation ceased and the comfortable, amused silence returned.

Dean had never thought he'd get the hang of this kid. He was raised to think that family was everything, family is what you're supposed to fight for, family is what you trust. And for a long time, Dean's family was his Dad and Sammy. That was his family. That was it; there was no one else left.

Then out of no where this kid seemed to simply pop in existence, practically out of no where and he was supposed to be family too. How was he supposed to act when there was person sitting in front of him who was practically an adult and supposedly his brother, yet he knew next to nothing about the guy?

Like he'd had the damnedest clue.

So he'd kept himself distant. Watching. Learning.

Now, finally, after months of research-by-observation… he could say he knew his youngest sibling. Knew his favorite foods, knew what kind of movies he liked, knew all his smallest mannerisms the same way he knew Sam's; the same way he figured he should know his brothers, and something had clicked.

The kid in his arms now was his and there was no taking him away. He knew he'd protect him to the world's very end. Somehow it suddenly felt like Adam had always been there.

Dean sighed contentedly and unconsciously pulled his kid brother a little closer, shaking himself of his morbid thoughts.

The water in the bathroom finally shut off.

"Alright, I'm actually gonna get up this time."

"Yahuh."

"Seriously."

"Yep."

"Okay." Dean didn't move, Chickfick moments weren't supposed to be this comfortable.

After a moment Adam turned his face into his brother's side and got a better grip on his shirt.

Dean rolled his eyes with that stupid, fond smirk pulling at his lips again, "Glad we're on the same page here kid."

R&R!