So affections fade away

And do adults just learn to play the most ridiculous repulsive games

On the faith of ruddy sons

And the double-barreled guns

You better hurry rabbit. Run, run, run.

- 'Turn on Me' by The Shins

A pale, drawn-looking Kate Milligan looked up at her only son sadly. "I'm afraid they're telling the truth, Adam."

"No…" Adam muttered. "No, my father was some douche bag who walked out on us 17 years ago. Even if you were telling the truth, there's no way I'd consider this John guy my dad." He hesitated, then added, "Or you as my brothers."

Turning roughly, he left the room, almost tripping over his bag as he raced up the stairs to his room. He thought he could hear a sarcastic voice say, "Well, that went well." Probably that Dean jerk.

Once in his room, he flopped onto his bed and pulled his Treo out of his back pocket. He needed to talk to someone, he needed to vent. Unconsciously, he found his fingers dialing an all-too-familiar number.

"Hello?"

"Bonnie? This is… this is Adam. I- I need you. Can you come over?"

Bonnie shot up in bed, nearly sliding off the satin sheets of her bed. "Adam? Is that you? Really, really you?"

A pause followed and Bonnie could hear Adam's irregular breaths. "I'm sorry. I- I should never have called."

"No!" Bonnie shouted, louder than she would have liked to admit. "What do you need? Is everything alright?"

"There are these guys at my place and they say they're my brothers and- Bon, I don't know what to do."

"I'll be right over."

"You don't have to. It's stupid. It was stupid of me to call."

"No, it wasn't," Bonnie said softly. "I'd call you if I were hurting too. We're still friends, Adam."

She thought she heard a scoff across the phone. "I'll be right over," she repeated.

Hanging up, she hurried to grab her bag and pull on her recently discarded boots, ignoring the throbbing of her heel from walking around all day.

The Milligan's didn't live too far from her and ten minutes after reversing out of the Bennetts' paved driveway, she found herself pulling into their cobblestone one.

Three sharps raps against the oak double doors and the left door was pulled open. Bonnie did a double take.

"Hey! I saw you at work today. You were with… what's-his-face."

"Hey, I'm Sa-" A shorter man – the one Bonnie remembered serving at the bar – shoved him out of the way.

"I was kinda hoping you'd remember my name for longer than a minute. It's Dean." He winked, smooth as all hell again.

"Excuse my brother. I'm Sam." The taller one stuck out a long, muscular arm. Bonnie just stared at it, dumbstruck. Awkwardly, he retracted the offer of greeting.

"So…" Dean cleared his throat loudly. "How do you, uh, know the Milligans?"

"Adam's my ex-…" she trailed off and the brothers exchanged a brief look. "My boyfriend. Can you please move aside so I can see him?"

Reluctantly, they moved aside so Bonnie could squeeze through and immediately hightailed it up the stairs with two pairs of suspicious eyes on her.

Three sharp, rapid knocks against the smooth alabaster wood. "Adam?" Another two knocks in quick succession, a little less certain this time. "Adam, it's Bonnie!"

The door swung open and a seemingly bodiless arm dragged her into the room. She heard the neat click of the door shutting behind her and came face to face with the person who had tormented nightmare and dream alike every night for over a month.

"Adam," she breathed quietly.

'Hey," he greeted flatly. "You came."

"Of course I did," Bonnie said tearfully. "I wasn't going to sit at home and ignore you while you were hurting."

Adam cast his eyes downward. They were inches away now, the soles of their shoes touching lightly.

"So those are the guys, huh?" Bonnie went on at an even, friendly pace. "I saw them at work earlier today."

"They say they're my brothers. That my dad – my real dad – is their dad too. I don't know what to believe, Bonnie. My mom says it's true but-"

"Then it probably is," Bonnie finished. They didn't bullshit around each other. Bonnie wouldn't try to convince him they were shady conmen that simple 9-1-1 call would get rid of, or some other cock-and-bull story. Logically, they were probably his brothers. The physical resemblance was there, their story checked out.

"I know." He sighed. "When did everything get so complicated, Bonnie?"

"It's my fault," Bonnie murmured. He didn't argue. "Everything was so messed up last year-"

"And you still can't tell me about it?"

Bonnie smiled sadly. "No, Adam. But I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I hurt you, and I'm sorry if-"

"Hey," Adam interrupted, stroking the curve of her cheekbone lightly with the pad of his forefinger. "Ssh, it's okay."

Before Bonnie could foresee what he was about to do – which was sad, considering she was a witch and all - Adam had leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. Hard. She made a quiet muffled sound which he took as approval and circled the back of her neck with a shaky hand. With a loud wet sound, he pulled away and grinned at the dazed look on her face. Bonnie dove in, lips slightly parted, and drove her tongue deep into the crevices of his mouth. This elicited a loud moan from Adam and sent them sprawling back into his single bed. Bonnie was thankful she was so small or they both would have gone tumbling to the thinly carpeted floor. They had only done this once before, a year ago last summer.

"Bon, are you sure about this?"

"What's there not to be sure of?" she teased, pulling her fitted blue tee shirt over her head. Adam's face turned a faint red at the sight of her pale pink bra. It was a modest B cup but the subtle padding encased (and showcased) her "assets" well. Bonnie straightened up so the embarrassing rolls of fat forming at her stomach when she bent melted back and her bust was thrust forward.

"I'll let you take off the jeans if you want," she told him, humor dancing in her eyes. She didn't know where all this newfound bravery was coming from. She just knew she was desperate to prove Elena and Caroline wrong. She wasn't the 'baby' of the group. If Elena could do it with Matt and Caroline could lose it to her aunt's friend's son, then Bonnie should be able to do this one thing for Adam.

He did take off her jeans, fumbling a bit with the zipper. She kicked them off the side of the bed, and wished she'd worn cute underwear instead of plain white bikini briefs. But Adam was already pulling at them, using the other hand to undo his jeans.

"Wait, I think we're-" Bonnie started. This was all wrong! What about foreplay and massaging and all that crap she'd read on the internet? They were supposed be naked, they were supposed to reassure each other, they were supposed to-

But Adam was already kicking off his jeans and briefs in one go, rubbing himself up and down with one hand and gripping his shaft with the other. Bonnie looked away, mortified. This wasn't happening. He wasn't going to-

"Are you ready…babe?" He'd seen that in a porno once. It sounded sexy but felt wrong.

"Yes," she lied, surprised at how clear and calm her voice was. The pain was sharp at first, spreading like fire down her thighs. It dulled quickly to a stiffness, like the feeling she was being stretched painfully inside.

"OUT, OUT, OUT!" cried Bonnie, squeezing her eyes shut. Now Adam looked mortified.

"I-I-I'm sorry!" he apologized quickly, pulling out slowly and backing away on his knees. Bonnie pulled her knees up against her chest tightly, shaking and biting her lip hard at the discomfort but no tears came. Adam quietly redressed, pressed a kiss to her forehead and left.

"Are you sure about this?" Adam said quietly now, his finger drawing light circles around her areola under the thin white cami she wore. He looked older now, not vastly wiser but certainly not as reckless as he had been a year ago. Still, it was like a savage beast in his stomach and chest were roaring for him to take the writhing girl under him as his now.

"Have you got condoms?" Bonnie asked, eyes fluttering open dreamily.

"One rubber coming right up," Adam told her. He turned the lock as he passed the door on his way to his adjoining bathroom. He came back with the little silver square-shaped packet. He whipped off his top in one go, and grinned at the startled look on Bonnie's face.

"See anything you like?"

"Maybe," she replied coyly, watching with some interest as he smoothed the rubber over his semi-hard length.

"Now, your turn. Get naked," he instructed with amusement in his tone.

"Might need some help with that…" Bonnie trailed off suggestively. Adam was there in a flash, tugging her cami over her head and making quick work of her shorts and lace panties.

"You should go braless more often," he complimented as he nuzzled her warm, full breasts. Bonnie tugged at his soft dirty blonde hair as his tongue ran circles around the small dusky nub in his mouth.

"Adam…" she moaned as his sucking became more fervent, creating a pool of warmth in her lower abdomen.

"Mmm," he mumbled in response, moving up to lay wet kisses up her slender neck.

"Just kiss me already," she said breathily, though it probably came out as 'juskiffmeorredi'.

Tongues intertwined as their mouths met, each pushing harder against the other. Adam reached down her cheekbone, stroking her neck, her sculpted shoulder, her waist and hips, until he found what he was looking for. Bonnie gasped at the finger rubbing her, gently at first then more vigorously.

"Adam," she began in a warning tone. Her eyes were wide open now and her mouth parted in ecstasy. Abandoning his ministrations, Adam slid himself in. It was easier this time. No sharp pain, just that faintly uneasy feeling like something was being stretched inside. She wiggled her hips, found a position she was comfortable with and gave a short nod to the boy on top of her currently struggling to stay still. He moved in and out, a little faster than she would have liked, but as slow as was comfortable for him. He came a minute later with a low moan and a sharp exhale. Bonnie lay back, a little disappointed that she hadn't reached the big 'O' with him but content nonetheless. Adam got up after a minute of impossibly heavy breathing to wash up in the bathroom and discard of the condom. When he returned, Bonnie felt warmth at her back and two strong arms secured around her waist. Thick indigo sheets covered her shivering, sweat-soaked body.

"What does this mean?" Adam asked quietly, still holding onto her tightly as though she might run away.

"I don't know," Bonnie answered honestly. Adam said nothing after that and, as Bonnie felt the heavy pull of sleep coerce her, she thought she heard a sincere, "I'm sorry," whispered in her ear and a light kiss brushed against her jaw.


"What do you think?" Sam asked from his seat at the desk of their small bed and breakfast, taking a break from surfing his laptop.

"I think we should stay in this town longer. The chicks are hot." He emphasized the last word with a flick of his coke straw up ward and a skillful catch.

"Yeah, Adam's teenage girlfriend and the forty-year-old broad at the counter were really indicative of that."

"You think maybe she's eighteen?" Dean asked nonchalantly.

"It doesn't matter," Sam said sharply. "She's Adam's girlfriend."

"Ex," Dean pointed out. "She was clearly about to say 'ex-boyfriend'."

"Whatever, Dean. There's clearly something complicated going on there and you're not going to get involved."

Dean rolled his eyes, and made a Scouts' Honor gesture.

"Anyway," Sam went on. "I meant about this town. You think Bobbie's right about something big going on here? I mean, the death rates and crazy events of the past year kinda speak for themselves. I think we're onto something here. Something big. Like apocalyptic big."

"Well, you keep working that angle, Sherlock. I'm going to get a drink."

Sam looked incredulous. "You're not seriously going back to that bar, are you? What is your hang-up about that girl?"

Dean turned, frustrated. "Has it occurred to you that maybe I really am just going to get a drink? Besides, there's no way they'd let her work nights. She's too young."

"Whatever, man. I'm going back to see Kate and Adam. Maybe he'll actually talk to me without you being annoying."

"Hey!" Dean objected. "I am not annoying!"

Sam smirked. "Sure you aren't."


"Uh, hey Ka- Mrs. Milligan," Sam greeted when the tired-looking woman opened the door.

"What…" she trailed off. "What brings you back here, Sam?"

"Well, I'm really sorry for my brother's behavior earlier and I was hoping to talk to Adam alone."

"Come in." Mrs. Milligan opened the door wider. Sam slipped in easily, eyes roving up the stairs to where he suspected Adam still was.

"Adam!" called Mrs. Milligan. "Come down, sweetie!" Turning to Sam, she added, "I'm sorry, he's been up there since… well, you know. His friend is over, Bonnie Bennett."

Sam raised his eyebrows. Teenagers didn't stay in one room for – he looked at the clock which read '7:00 PM' – three hours to talk about their feelings or whatever delusion Adam's mother was under.

A jogging noise brought his attention to the stairs where a refreshed looking Adam was almost…smiling? He had on a black vintage Ramones' tee shirt and a pair of clean blue jeans and Converse sneakers.

"Hey," he said, surprised when he saw Sam standing with his mother at the foot of the stairs. A light padding from behind him and an arm around his shoulders signaled the presence of Bonnie. The agitated looking girl Sam had seen earlier was replaced by one whose wavy damp-looking hair was in a loose bun and who had changed into an over-sized Death Cab for Cutie shirt tucked into her denim shorts.

"So what brings you here…" he trailed off. Wait, was this Dean? Or the other one?

"Sam. And I just thought I'd talk to you about, you know, earlier. Only without my dick brother around this time. Sorry, Mrs. Milligan," he apologized when he saw the scandalized look on her face.

"'Kay." Adam shrugged. "You wanna go upstairs?"

"Whatever you're comfortable with."

Adam and Bonnie exchanged a look. "I've gotta go, Adam," she said apologetically. "My dad's been calling me non-stop for the past hour. I'll call you later on or something, okay?"

"Sure." Leaning down, he pressed a chaste kiss to her lips which left the girl visibly flushed. Sam looked away from the public display of affection momentarily. She jogged lightly down the stairs and maneuvered past him. The smoky scent of sage and burnt vanilla pervaded his senses but it was fleeting and the petite girl had left out the oak doors.

"Upstairs," Adam repeated, turning smoothly on his heel and jogging back up to where he came from. They passed his room and went into the upstairs study, a dimly lit room with bookcase-lined walls, a mahogany study desk with an iMac perched upon it next to a stack of books, binders and loose sheets of paper, and a navy swivel chair. On the other end was a matching sofa and lounge set in an off-cream color that was never used. They were situated around a glass coffee table with a regularly replaced vase of orchids centered on it.

"So," Adam began, throwing himself into the swivel chair enthusiastically. "What's up?"

Sam chuckled, sitting on the arm of the sofa and crossing his hands between his knees. "I just wanted to make sure you weren't upset about earlier. But you seem to be a in a much better mood."

Adam shrugged. "Yeah, but that doesn't mean I'm cool with you and your brother just waltzing into my life like you have some kind of entitlement-"

"Hey," Sam interrupted, holding up a large hand to stop him. "We don't feel entitled to anything. We'd just like to get to know our baby bro a bit better."

Adam scoffed at the use of the words 'baby bro'.

"This isn't easy for us either, Adam," Sam told him. "I mean, you existing basically means our dad was cheating on our mom way back when. Still, we're willing to get to know you. Maybe play a part in your life in the future."

Adam was silent, examining his hands like they were the most fascinating things in the world and spinning slightly from side to side on the chair.

"Fine," he said at last. "If that's all you want, then…fine. I'm not gonna go out of my way to accommodate you in my life or anything," he warned and Sam nodded shortly in understanding. "But I guess it wouldn't hurt to get to know you, or have you around."

"I knew you'd understand." Sam grinned. "So, what are you doing now? Figured I could take you out for food or something."

"It's eight o'clock," Adam pointed out. "You can swing by tomorrow if you'd like. My girlfriend works at this bar; it's the only one in Mystic Falls."

"Are you even old enough to drink?" Sam asked. His lips turned up in amusement.

Adam smiled back conspiratorially. "What my mom doesn't know won't kill her. And maybe you could even meet Bonnie? If you're sticking around then you've got to at least meet her."

Sam nodded. "I look forward to it."

They parted ways then, shaking hands at the door briefly. Sam walked away toward the generic white rental car in the driveway, which read 'General Automobiles' across the side. Adam held up his hand in a half-assed wave, flexing the other one which was slightly stiff from Sam's hard grip.


A/N: A quick update! There's something I'm not famous for. Haha :D There was no real smut in this chapter, just awkward sex. Because the characters are seventeen. And seventeen year olds are not sex gods, despite what multitudes of fanfics would have you believe. There will probably be a better, less awkward one somewhere down the track in this story.

If you haven't heard the song at the beginning of this chapter then I don't know what you're still staring at this page for. Leave a review, then RUNDON'TWALK and listen to it. It's seriously ohmyfugginggod AMAZING. Too good for words.

Thanks Tonilove for the review! Bonnie and Dean are some of my fave characters on TV too! Woo!

n.b: If anyone's not aware (but I'm sure you are), Adam Milligan is actually Sam and Dean's half-brother on the show. Jake Abel plays him.