A/N: Just warning you now this chapter is going to be a Breakfast Club therapy moment here between Sam and Adam. I suggest tissues. If I've made someone cry than I've done my job. Just wait until you see what I have in store for Dean. evil laughter

Chapter One: Mummies and Ghouls Part I:

Three brothers, and two beds isn't the best equation at the moment. Sam and Adam were all ready fighting. They weren't arguing over who wouldn't get it but who would. Dean could feel a headache coming on, and he didn't think anything was more annoying when a girl he was seeing would have those goodbye battles on the phone.

Dean whistled to get them both to shut up. Sammy and Adam looked his way. "Sam, you get that one," Dean pointed to his usual one. Then added: "Adam, you can have mine."

Adam crossed his arms. "I'm not taking your bed Dean!"

"And I'm not arguin' with ya!" Dean snapped.

"Why?" Adam challenged.

"Cos I'm the oldest! Thats why!" Seriously, how many times must he remind them that the oldest gave out the orders and the youngins shut their whole?

It was times like these that Adam wished that he was back to being the only one. It wasn't the easiest being the youngest. He wondered if this how Sammy felt when it was just him and Dean. Adam sighed, gave up on fighting and just flopped his ass on Dean's bed.

"Thats settled." Dean made known with a smirk.

He didn't mind the floor. The floor had been his bed many of times before. Why change now? Besides, he'd rather let his brothers have all the comfort.

"Okay, but next stop, I get the damn floor." Adam swore with a pointed finger at Dean.

"Good luck with that," Sammy said. He'd been in Adam's shoes longer. That fight, Dean always one.

Adam's stomach rumbled. He hadn't had much since he's been on the road with his brothers. It wasn't that he wasn't hungry, he just didn't feel like eating. What good would food do?

Dean laughed. "Hungry?"

"No," Adam lied.

"You didn't eat breakfast," Sammy remembered when Dean had made a pit stop.

"Thats because I was asleep." Adam quickly pointed out. Thank goodness he was. He couldn't take the worried looks he was getting from both of his brothers or the constant "Are you okays?"from Sammy. "I can't eat and sleep at the same time."

"Dean can." Sam teased.

"I'm multi talented." Dean replied. "Al'right princesses," He went on. "Takin' orders, who wants what and I'll grab us some lunch." He's learned from past experiences that it wasn't a good idea to hunt on an empty stomach. It always made the monster look like chicken at the end of it.

"Don't worry about me, don't need anything."

Sammy sighed with frustration. Adam was hungry, otherwise his stomach wouldn't have rumbled like it was. He gave a pleading look towards to Dean telling him that he better pick up something for their baby brother. Dean was ahead of him. He was getting his usual. Dean would pick up some crappy salad for Sam. How his brother could eat that shit was beyond him. He wouldn't be sure what to get Adam. He didn't know the kid that well yet. He just made a mental note to pick up an extra bacon cheese burger and if that stubborn brat wouldn't eat it, he wouldn't mind taking it.

Dean ignored Adam. "Why don't ya two geeks do somethin' useful while I'm gone, like research or somethin'?" Dean kindly suggested before he took his exit from their room.

Now, it was just Sam and Adam. "Any idea what we're looking for?" Adam asked Sam as he pulled out his laptop. He remembered it wasn't too long ago when he used this baby for college papers and such. He'd never thought he'd be using to do research on things that go bump in the night. Hell, he didn't know they existed outside the realms of D & D or Harry Potter.

Sam was hesitant before answering. Bobby had sent them on this ghoul chase in their recent local. There was no need to keep up with where they were, or how long they would stay. It was always fade away in the rear view mirror before the week was up. Sammy knew how sensitive Adam was or would become when it came of ghosts of any kind. They were what killed his mother. Instead, he suggested something totally different for Adam.

"Why don't you get some more rest?"

Adam glared at him. He knew what he was doing. He had spent more time with Sammy than with Dean. Adam was all ready starting to pick up on Sam's big brother quirks and this was one of them. He was avoiding the question because of what the answer contained.

"Sam, I don't need rest." Adam told him sternly. "I need to help you. This is why I'm here. You guys didn't just take me along for the ride for cat naps. What am I looking for?"

Sammy gave him a small smile. There was the Dean in him or their dad. It was hard to tell sometimes.

"We'd figured we start you off with something easy," Sam began slowly. "We're hunting ghosts."

Adam gave him a small smile. "Who are you going to call right?"

Sam laughed. "Yeah," he said. At least, Adam inherited the Winchester Wit. "Do remember how to take care of them?"

"A round of salt bullets." Adam answered.

"Right, good." Sam complimented. "What else?"

"Iron." Adam continued. "And if you need to protect your own ass, ring of salt always does the trick."

Sam smiled. He was a quick learner. "Very good."

Adam felt himself tensing up with all this ghost talk. He saw that ghoul bitch again grabbing him and his mom. His mother knew how to fight that thing. He saw her with that pinch of salt. "ADAM! RUN!" The ghoul vanished for a few seconds giving him to do so. Adam didn't want to, but his mom was pushing him out of the crept the best she could. Then the ghost came back up and dragged her under...

"Adam, hey, are you-"

Sammy brought him out of those painful memories. He glared at him through watery eyes. "You ask me if I'm okay Sammy, and I swear to God or whatever..." he warned. Adam stopped himself and blinked back the tears that were coming.

Sam sighed. "It's okay to cry you know." he told him.

Adam pointed a finger at him. "Don't."

Sam was getting frustrated. Adam was more like Dean than he thought. Sam refused to let him carry on like this. It wasn't healthy for him to keep it all blocked up. He knew that all too well. "You don't think I don't know what you're going through?" Sam shot at him. "I do!"

Adam pushed himself off his bed. "No, I don't actually!" Adam reminded him. "You guys never tell me anything!" he yelled. "Dad was a hunter, you guys are hunters. That part I got. The other part is why and how in the hell did my mom know about ghosts?"

Sam got up to face him. "Dad probably told her about it all!"

"Then this is all his God Damn fault!" Adam tossed out the blame because he couldn't hold it in anymore. That was the bad thing that came with being a Winchester. It was what they did best. Hold in all the pain and anger to hold a strong show for others. Play the heroes. Heroes bled too. Then when their bodies couldn't contain it anymore, they erupted. One Winchester would be bad enough in this situation, but add too and it got ugly. "If he hadn't come to Whedom then nothing would've have happened!"

Sam's temper was starting to get the better of him. Dad was a subject he didn't like to talk about but when heard that coming out from a kid that didn't know the guy, something inside of him just snapped. Before either of them could blink, Sammy had Adam pinned up against the wall with his hands tight around his shirt collar. "Don't talk about Dad like that!"

"Don't make him like he's some kind of hero Sammy! He's not! He was a coward!" Adam didn't bother fighting Sam's rough grip on him. It was like he was trying to push him through the wall. If Sam wanted to hit him, kill which ever he would take it. He didn't care anymore. It wasn't fair that he was here and his mom wasn't.

"What did you say?" Sam demanded.

Adam gave a short laugh. "You heard me. Do I have to spell it out for you?"

"Yeah, you do!" Sam spat in his face. "Adam, dad went to Whedom to help save people! I'm pretty sure he didn't mean to fall in love with your mom but he did! I know he did! You can tell by those pictures!" Sammy spoke of the ones he saw that was plastered all over Adam's house. "I can guess that dad told her because he figured she was in for the ride! She knew what she was getting into! They all do when ever they get involved with us! Our girlfriends or wives have to because its the only way to save them if we're not around!"

Sam took a breath and eased off of Adam a bit. "You want to know why we're here? Not much different from you." Sam shared slowly. He'd forgotten they hadn't much time to give Adam the full out details of their own story. He wished it had happened another way. Sam wanted Dean here, it would make it easier. Plus, they could all have this moment as brothers, but when did anything go his way? Try never. So, Sam told him about their mom, and Jessica, Yellow Eyes...

Adam had no idea. He also didn't understand why they were still on the hunt if their demons were taking care of, or maybe he did if he looked deep enough with in himself. It was why he was here, agreed to come along.

"It's so other families don't have to go through the same Hell we went through," Sam finished and finally let go of Adam's shirt collar.

Adam let his knees go out from under him. He went to the floor. Dammit, he cursed himself for being one selfish sonabitch. He looked up Sam. "I'm sorry Sammy," he said tearfully.

Sam sighed and knelt down to his baby brother's level. "Hey, it's okay." he assured him. "And I'm sorry too, I shouldn't have..." Sam shook his head, now kicking himself hard. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Adam. It looked like Adam wasn't the only one who was holding things in. Sammy gave up trying to remember how long thats been there. "Tell you what, I'll let you have a freebie."

"A freebie?" Adam questioned. "Is this like that rock, paper, scissors thing?"

Sam laughed. "Kind of." he explained that one to him too.

Adam shook his head. "You two have the weirdest ways of sorting things out."

"It works though, for us." Sam said. "So, go ahead. Take your freebie." Sam didn't even prepare himself for his hit. He didn't give Adam a warning. It was only fair.

"I'm not hitting you Sam." Adam told him.

"You can."

"Fine, can I at least take a rain check then?" Adam bargained with him.

"Sure," Sam said with a smile. "And Adam, I meant what I said, you don't have to be tough with us. Trust me, Dean and I have shared our own amount of tears. We won't hold it against you."

"Really?" Adam questioned.

Sam could see those tears coming. He answered by pulling Adam close to him so he could cry on his shoulder. Dean wasn't up for this method. Dean wasn't here though and Adam needed to let it out. Sam felt Adam's hands come around him to embrace him tightly, and Sam felt his baby brother's tears soaking onto his shirt as he cried on his shoulder.

TBC...