A/N: I've been asked several times to write more Adam!fics and this is my second one to a line of more to come. I'm going to try work on a complete series for Adam. Takes place a couple of weeks after Jump the Shark. I told you guys I would have this up today. :)

That Day in May:

By: LOSTrocker

Prologue: Big Brother Syndrome:

Sammy turned around in the passenger side of the Impala. He wanted to check on Adam to see how he was doing. He smiled when he found his baby brother was asleep, soundly for right now.

Dean caught Sammy's action from the corner of his eye. He smirked. That Big Brother Syndrome didn't wait too long to kick in. Dean thought it was funny. He saw this as payback after all these years. Sam would finally see what it felt like to be in his shoes or boots rather.

"What?" Sam asked his big brother after he caught his gaze on him.

"Scared shitless yet?" Dean answered him.

Sam let out a long breath. "I would say you would have no idea, but you do."

Dean laughed. "Damn straight,"

"Does it ever get better?" Sammy asked him. He spoke of that bad feeling that something awful was going to happen to Adam and no matter how much he would try, Sam knew there would be nothing he could to save him. Sam could only hope.

"Do you want the truth or a lie?" Dean asked.

"Try honesty once Dean, I'm sure it won't kill you." Besides, he needed it. Any other time, he could take Dean's bullshit. He's lived with it for years, but not with this.

"Then no, it doesn't get better." Dean gave him what he wanted. It was the truth, and look at that – he was still alive and well behind the wheel of his baby. Go figure.

"Great," sighed Sammy.

"There are perks though," Dean reminded him.

That made Sam smile. He could give out orders, tease him just like Dean had done with him. It was great that he could that for once. As much as Sam loved Dean, he hated it when he became his punching bag. It really sucked. Sam made a promise to himself that he wouldn't be as harsh as Dean was. However, that wouldn't stop him from having any fun either. Having Dean as big brother – Hell he earned at least that much.

Sam turned his attention back to the long taunting road ahead of them. Yet, he couldn't keep his eyes from drifting up to the mirror to keep a watch over Adam. There was something nagging him at the back of his mind. A day was coming up that he and Dean learned to cope with, and handled it in their own way. Sammy would make a trip to visit their mother's grave, while Dean... Well, that was the funny thing. With him being gone, Sam didn't know what Dean did. If he did anything at all but lock himself up in the motel room or take his anger out on a hunt. Dean liked to play it cool as he could when this time came round but Sammy knew his big brother better than that. He was hurting just as much as he was. After all these years, it still hurt like a sonabitch.

Mother's Day.

How could someone celebrate a day when they had no body to celebrate it for? Dean and Adam had an advantage over him. Dean had at least 4 years of memories worth of their mother. Adam even longer, 20 something. He had none. That Yellow Eyed Bastard took her before he got a chance to know her. He was just a wee thing, couldn't even talk yet. Just cry. Why did he seem to get the shit end of stick here?

Sammy was fighting the tears back just thinking about it.

"Ya'kay Sammy?" Dean asked.

Those puppy dog eyes of his always gave him away. All though, Dean could see them water up with tears. No answer. "Sam." Dean tried again.

"It's May Dean," Sam reminded him.

"Yeah, and next month's June." Sometimes they did reminders. "Thanks," he added sarcastically.

"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about." Sam pleaded with him.

There was silence. Dean hated it when May crept up on him. It meant those four years worth of memories that he kept locked up came out – rather he wanted to or not. He just figured it was his mom being stubborn with him, reminding her oldest boy of her existence. Dean couldn't forget her, ever. He had to admit though, sometimes he wished he could. It would make the hurting go away. If it wasn't May that was bad enough, Father's Day was in June. Talk about a double whammy. He would deal with it one month at a time.

Mother's Day was their concern right now. Dean knew where Sam was coming from. It wasn't just them this year, it was Adam.

"What are we going to do with him?" Sammy asked worriedly.

Dean answered him the best way he could: "The only thing we can do Sam, we have to be there for him."

"Adam," Sammy shook Adam awake.

Adam bolted up. "It's only me." Sam assured him.

"Where are we?" Adam asked.

"Home," Dean answered him, eying the hotel behind them. "C'mon."

Adam really wasn't sure if he liked the idea of calling a hotel room "home". He was used to an actual house, with four walls, even a white picket fence. Add a dog and it would've been picture perfect but his mom was allergic to dogs. She didn't like them much anyway. Needless to say, she was pissed that one time that John had brought that stray puppy home for him. He laughed to himself. Where had that memory come from all the sudden? The thought of his mom brought the tears coming. He held them back though. He didn't want his brothers to see him cry, not yet, not this early. Adam didn't want them to think that he was a cry baby. After all, they'd been through so much more, and they weren't crying. Adam had no idea. His brothers were tough, they were. However, he would learn soon enough that the tougher they were the harder they fell down.

TBC...