"Please Dean just would you consider-
"What that dad slept with someone other than Mom?" demands Dean, "No I'm sorry Sam I can't-
"Can't or won't? Dean Mom's been dead for twenty two years Dad's bound to get lonely," says Sam.
"No!" says Dean who didn't even want to process the thought.
"Why don't we just ask Dad?" asks Sam.
"Ask Dad what?" asks John. They both turned around to see their father getting out of Adam's room.
"Is Adam your son?" Sam demands.
John turns starring at his older sons' not saying a word… but he didn't have to his face said it all.
"Dad is Adam….our brother?" asks Dean.
"Yes he's your younger brother and my youngest son," says John.
"How could you?" demands Dean.
John had to double check that it was Dean yelling this at him rather than Sam.
"To us? To Mom!" yells out Dean, "you loved her!"
Dean walks off.
"Where are you going?" asks John.
"Out!" yells out Dean.
"He'll be okay," says Sam, "he's just a little hurt…. And suddenly his sons were switching roles on him, John was so used to Sam being the one running off and Dean telling him that it'd be okay. John doesn't say a word to Sam as he walks back into Adam's room. The kid jerked his head up, he hadn't said a word since Dean had left. He looks around and John knew he was looking for Dean. John had no idea how a little eating of a French fry could gain Adam's trust.
"Dean went out Adam," says John answering the boy's unspoken question.
He nods, he understood. John couldn't help but be brought back to the days following the fire, to when Dean wouldn't speak he tried little things but Dean refused to speak. How helpless he had felt back then, he felt now Adam hadn't said anything and John needed to know what he had seen.
"Why didn't you take him hunting?" asks Sam.
"Excuse your brother….he hasn't introduced himself yet," says John.
"Hi Adam," says Sam glaring at his father, "I'm Sam,"
Adam stares at Sam's outstretched hand, not even making an effort to acknowledge his brother. Sam looks slightly offended as he takes his hand away.
"I didn't take him hunting because he had a mother…-
John had forgot that Adam hadn't been told of his mother's condition.
"Mom!" Adam cries, "where's my mom?"
He goes to stand and John pushes him gently back to the bed.
"Adam buddy I'm so sorry," says John and he stares into these blue eyes expecting the tears but none came.
Just like many years ago he had looked into Dean's eyes and told him that his mother wasn't coming back or when he looked into Sam's eyes and told him that Mommy was in heaven. Something he wasn't sure he even believed himself.
"Adam," says Sam, "me and Dean we lost our mom too…I promise you it gets better,"
Adam turned his gaze out the window, and winced as he turned on his side.
"You wanna go to sleep?" asks John.
Adam didn't even nod his head, John took the silence as a yes and he and Sam left the room for a yes. Adam didn't fall asleep just stared at the dull hospital walls, wishing he could get out of here he hated it here. He knew deep down in his heart his mother had died when they were on the floor of the house bleeding out, her dead cold eyes should have told him that he should have known that she was dead but something hoped he could go back to the way everything was before.
"You can cut the crap," says Dean from the doorway, "you may got Dad and Sammy fooled but I know you ain't sleeping,"
Adam turned wincing as he faced Dean.
"Hey," Adam muttered weakly.
"I don't get it," says Dean, "you barely talk to Dad or to Sam but to me I'm hey? You don't even know me,"
"I know you're my brother," says Adam.
"Right I'm your brother," says Dean.
Adam stares at him as if that should have made all the sense in the world.
"You don't know I could be some kind of killer," states Dean.
"You don't look like a killer to me," says Adam, "you look like my brother,"
Dean chuckles before grabbing a chair and sitting next to him.
"You're like Sammy, "says Dean.
"Whatta mean?" asks Adam.
"You're both smart….you're both gonna go to school-
"Who says I wanna go to school?" asks Adam.
"One of the nurses-
"My mom's been telling everyone that I wanna be a doctor….that I wanna go to school….,"
"Well what do you want to do?" asks Dean.
"Not sure," replied Adam, "am I gonna live you guys and Dad?"
"I'm not sure yet," says Dean, "I know your mom left us in your care-
The tears began to dribble down Adam's pale cheeks the reality of losing his mother finally settling in.
"It's okay," says Dean, "I promise you it will get better I promise,"