A/N: Wow! I am on a roll! This one is my pride and joy so far and I'm very excited about it. Hopefully you people will give it a chance and go with it, 'cause it should be awesome! It's totally dedicated to Demonic Hope because she is my inspiration and a fellow Adam fan. Loves for the youngest Winchester! This is really based around him and my OC...

Author: Padawan_BubbyKenobi

Title: Unbreakable Bond

Rating: +K I don't know why, I'm just paranoid...

Summary: What if Adam was raised with Dean and Sam? What if he had a twin sister? What if their destiny was just as great as their brothers? Follow their journey as they fight evil and find themselves, and their family. Not really a Winsister!fic, but close. I don't usually go for that, but hopefully other fans will...

Disclaimer: Dang you Kripke! I have asked for Sam, Dean, John, Cas and/or Adam since 2005! I wished that I owned them but I don't. If I did, none of them would wear shirts, Sam would do my homework, Dean would fix my cars, John would entertain my little sister, Cas would clean my house and Adam would be my cuddle buddy! (I would share with you, of course, Demonic Hope!)


The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment, and the countless infinitesimals of pleasurable and genial feeling. - Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Kate POV

Almost two years ago, one John Winchester came to this small town of Windom, Minnesota. I was a 25 year-old nurse working the late shift and John came in looking like he had had a run-in with a meat-grinder and lost. I fixed him up in no time and had sent him home. For a long time after that first meeting, I wished that I hadn't given him my phone number and told him to call me. Eventually, he did call me though and before I knew what had happened, I had the man in my bedroom. Now, John Winchester was not an unattractive man. In fact, he was very, very attractive, but he is extremely rough in bed, like he is trying to forget something and he hurt me a couple times, but I didn't complain. I myself had just broken up with a man I had been dating since my senior year at high school and needed something rough. John provided that. Though he left me more then one bruises and probably a ripped vagina, I felt like I had known him my whole life... I tried to keep in touch, I really did... That was until I found out that I was pregnant. Then I purposefully avoided him. For the seven months left in my pregnancy, I avoided John. Besides, if I was going to have children, they were going to be MINE, not John's, not some man that I had had a one night stand with.

The nine months flew by fairly quickly and before I knew it, I was at the hospital, with my twins in my arms, tired as hell and also more peaceful then I have been in a long time. As I looked in the faces of my two children, I couldn't be happier, or more depressed. I suppose that I was glad John was not there, but then again, my children would now grow up without a father, for I had no intention of getting married. They had twin blue eyes and thick blond-brown hair and they were beautiful.

Adam John and Diana Marie. If only I had known then what their destiny was to be... A week after we left the hospital was the first time that I figured out that my children were special... Mostly because they died. Someone broke into the house and killed my babies. I won't go into details because they are some that I will not repeat. For hours I laid against the wall in the family room, holding my dead babies, too overwhelmed with grief that I did not move, even when someone walked into the house.

At first, I didn't even register who it was until he knelt down in front of me, brushing my cheek with his hand. Then my mind made the connection. It was Mr. Jenkins, one of the religious buffs in Windom that was always teaching someone about God and heaven and all that crap. Usually, I would wave slightly and move on my way, never noticing anything special about the old man who was always trying to get me into coming to church, and yet, now, there was something about him, something unearthly that both frightened and thrilled me. Then he spoke in a voice not his own, brushing the tops of Adam and Diana's head, "Katie Milligan, these kids will do amazing things. It is not their time to go yet..."

For that moment, everything seemed right in the world. Then I blinked and Mr. Jenkins was gone, as if he was never even there. Still to this day, I am not sure whether he was real or not, whether it was the real Mr. Jenkins or some extraterritorial who looked like the man, but one thing is for sure; without him, I would not be where I was now, half-dead and being tortured to death by God-knows-what. And I would not have been able to spend the best year of my life with my children, because when Mr. Jenkins left, it was as if they had never died in the first place, never seen the sight of their killer, never been bathed in each others blood, and for that I was grateful. I'm almost dead now, and as much as I feel I will regret it later, I sincerely hope that the people taking care of my babies will find John's number, the one that always hung on the fridge, and I hope they call it and I hope that John will raise those kids, and I hope they will always... think... of me...

John POV

Kate Milligan... The woman I had taken for granted and the mother of my twins, twins that 11 year old Dean and seven year old Sammy have taken to like bees to honey, was dead, murdered by something unidentifiable and ruthless.

You'd think that two boys who find out that their father has two other kids with someone besides their own mother would be madder then Hell, but not Dean and Sam. Not my oldest kids. They have too much Mary in them and I pray to God that's a good thing.

I got the call a week ago that one Kate Milligan was dead and that legal custody of her children went to me upon her demise. I almost dropped the phone when I was told that my name was on their birth records but kept my head long enough to thank the social worker and learn the address of the place where the babies where being taken care of before I lost it. Luckily Dean and Sam were asleep so they didn't see me cry, both tears of joy that my small family was growing and of sadness that now two more little kids had to grow up without a mother.

Finally, gaining control of myself again, I woke Dean and Sam, loading them into the Impala and started out towards Windom, a good 12 hours from where we were currently stationed. I made it there in nine.

As calmly as possible, Dean and Sam gripping my hands, we walked up to the door of my twins' temporary home. Releasing Dean's hand for only a moment, I knock on the door and waited impatiently for someone to answer. When finally someone did, I had to hide my shock. It was a woman, for sure, but she was large, black and mean-looking, though she herded us into her home without a word. After we were seated in the parlor, as the woman put it, she left and came back with two little babies, just over a year old. They hung away from the woman as if afraid of her, and looked me right in the eyes. The one, Adam his name was, look exactly like Dean with Sam's nose and ears and the girl, Diana, look so much like my Mary that I about cried. Mary wasn't even her mother, and yet, I knew that the girl carried a bit of my wife's spirit with her. We stared at each other for what seemed like days before I finally realized that Sammy was tugging on my sleeve, "Dad... Are they coming to live with us?"

I nodded slowly at first, then more vigorously, smiling as I realized what I was about to say, "Yeah Sammy! They're comin' with us. You have a new little brother and sister."

Sam smiled, more, beamed at the thought of being a big brother like Dean and looked at the large woman, silently asking permission to take one of the babies. She nodded and held out the boy for Sam to take. Adam held out his pudgy little arms, wanting to be held be someone other then their current caretaker and apparently, Sam seemed like the perfect choice.

Although he had little contact with children, having grown up in the road, Sam held his little brother like a natural. Before long, they were both on the floor, still attached, cooing softly at each other. I looked at Dean; he was staring at the little girl, complete awe in his eyes. I thought about what would happen now; Dean would have a little sister to be protective over, Sam would have a little brother, Adam and Diana would grow up with a family...

Within the next few hours, all the papers sighed, all the supplies bought and the five of us tucked into the car, the newly reconditioned Winchester family headed for Singer Salvage of South Dakota for some down time... Time that I was sure we were all going to need.

Bobby was more than happy to give us a home for however long we needed, and though he didn't say anything and acted annoyed when we showed up, I know he was thrilled, especially to have the babies around. We got the boys settled into their normal room and were setting up cribs in my room when Dean came in, closely followed by Sam, looks of hope in both their faces. I raised my surprise when they asked if Adam and Dian could sleep in their room. I knew babies, and I knew that the boys wouldn't get any sleep if the babies woke up, but I thought it would a good learning experience. The next morning, when I went into the boys' room, I almost laughed. Dean was asleep against the wall with Adam in his lap, and Sam had somehow managed to crawl into Diana's crib and they were both sleeping peacefully. I guess that was the main turning point in our lives.

We basically lived at Bobby's, Dean and I taking hunts only every couple of months, for about three more years until I felt we could take the twins on the road without being a major hindrance; they were potty trained, stopped using their car seats and they were the quietest four-year-olds I had ever seen. Sam was now ten and knew what I did, so I figured he was old enough to take care of the two while Dean and I hunted. It wasn't until four years after that, when they finally figured out what we did. It was an accident, of course, one that didn't involve one of Sam's rants, or them finding salt rounds, or my journal. It was the fact that they were attacked, in the hotel room, with Sammy. Talk about one of the scariest nights of my life.

I hate rugarus. I thought Dean and I had taken care of the whole group, but it turned out we missed one. It found it's way back to the motel and broke into the room. Sam has yet to tell me what all happened that night, but when Dean and I made it back, we found Sam in the corner, covering Diana's head with his own and Adam standing over the thing, it's head half-way across the room. I have to say that this was the first time that I actually found myself wondering if the two twins were special, that something had happened to them before their mom died that made them... different. I can also say that this was one of the first times I was frightened of one of my kids. The look on Adam's face was completely blank, with blood splattered up the side of his face, making his already pale skin look even paler. His blue eyes were brighter than they should have been and far the split second that he looked at me before Dean had yelled his name, it looked as if they were glowing. The second that his name did leave Dean's lips, his skin turned gray, his eyes dulled to a murky green, and he collapse. Five minutes later, he woke up to find me, Dean, Sam and Diana surrounding him and he didn't remember anything except some man with red eyes had broken in, wanting to kill Sammy and Diana.

A similar event happened on their first hunt, except, this time it was Diana who spazzed out. The wendigo had Sam pinned against a tree, about to take flight, but Diana somehow managed to hit the thing with her flame thrower almost 500 yards away and not hit Sam in the slightest. Her eyes glowed too, and she collapsed with the same memory loss as Adam.

I loved them with all my heart, all my kids, and I guess that's the reason I had to leave, disappear three years after Sam left for college. I got a lead on the YED and I had to take it, but didn't want to put my kids in danger so I left. I left clues for them, one that only the twins could figure out, one that only Dean knew the answer to, and even one or two that Sam would have to answer. My kids needed to get strong, but to do that, they needed to get together and fight this as one. I just hope I'm doing to right thing...

TBC...


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