Author's Note: one of my favorite characters in the show that, sadly, wasn't developed as much is Adam. (Yeah, no shocker there.) I always liked the thought that if he was more in the show (and I hope he'll still have some appearances because I love Jake Abel) that he and Dean would have this really cool brotherly relationship. Because Adam never had a big brother to rely on, unlike Sam, and I have this feeling that he doesn't like anyone taking care of him apart from his mom. Dean, on the other hand, had spent all his life mothering his brother. So, I expect that Adam and Dean's relationship as brothers will be very interesting. So, enjoy? Hopefully? Yeah, comment if it's horrid and stuff,

[SUPERNATURAL IS NOT MINE. THIS IS JUST A FANFIC, MATES.]

"So, how do we capture the son of a bitch?" John asked Sam.

They were now seated comfortably around Bobby's small dining table. Castiel stood in front of the kitchen doorway, like a marble statue, while Dean, Sam, John, Adam, Bobby and Sammy were gathered around the table discussing plans about how to capture the yellow-eyed demon.

"First things first, by 'we'," Sam said, gesturing to Adam and himself. "I meant Adam and I. We're going to capture the demon. We can't risk you getting in the way. It's too dangerous. We also need to interrogate him. Then, after we have the information we need, you could kill it."

"What?" John hissed, anger washing through him. "Too dangerous?" he echoed his son.

He's been hunting for 22 years, training his boys and searching for this demon and his son, his second youngest son, was telling him it was too dangerous for him?

"Dangerous? You want our little brother in on this and you say it's too dangerous for us? Sam, what's wrong with you?" Dean retorted.

"In case you haven't noticed, Dean," Adam spoke up, annoyed that Dean called him 'little brother'. "I'm not 'little' anymore."

"Hate to break it to ya, kid, but as far as I'm concerned, you're our little brother. You could get hurt. Or a lot worse and we just met you. Sorry, kid. Not taking any chances." Dean said.

Adam took everything he's got not to let any emotions betray him. No, he will not let Dean know how those words affected him. This was what irritated him the most about Dean. He made it so goddamn easy to lean on him. To be there. To make everything okay. But Adam knew better than to hope. His big brother wasn't a pillar. He resisted then, he could do it again.

John stayed silent and listened to his eldest son. He felt so proud that even though his sons had just met, Dean gladly became Adam's big brother in a heart beat and John felt reassured that someone would always look after their family. It seemed wrong but Dean always just shouldered that role and sometimes, John forgot that that's suppose to be his job and not his son's.

Sammy and Bobby stayed out of the argument. Sammy secretly despised his future self's decision. Hell, he'll outwardly tell his future self that right now. But he let Dean handle the situation. Dean always handled the family problems.

"All right, look, that's not the point." Sam said, quieting them. "We'll all go. Happy? Now, we need to find that demon. And fast. Before his plans take effect. And trust me, that's not something you want to happen." he paused, contemplating if he should say whatever it was in his mind. He sighed. They needed to hear the truth. They needed to know just how important this mission is. How they're important to not get in the way or get themselves hurt in the process. Because Sam knew by changing the past, they could turn bad to worse case scenarios. He didn't want that. He had no choice but to tell them. But not everything. Not yet. "In our version of the future, Jess died in a fire same as mom's. Azazel killed her to get me back into hunting."

"He killed Jess?" Sammy spoke up, horror in his voice.

Now, Dean understood that longing look on Sam's face. He lost someone important. Dean knew from watching his father all these years that it's not just something you forget over time.

"Yeah." Sam said quietly. "And .. Dad."

Sam's stubborn green eyes met John's. There was pain in them. Ancient pain too deep to be a grave. John understood. Sam wants him far from this quest, wants him far from the hunt in fear of repeating the past. Sam wants to save him. John's heart felt heavy and tired. His eyes misty but refused to let a tear fall. His sons had watch him die and here was one, begging to not let him watch it again.

But no, he won't stay away. This hunt was the very reason he became a hunter in the first place. Why he became more of a military sergeant than a father to his children, why he trained them and never gave them the chance to be who they want to be; why he sacrificed everything, including his sons' happiness.

Because of revenge. Because of justice. Because he needed to save his sons from the evil that constantly haunts them. But judging from the look of his son's future version selves, that threat never really went away. Nor will it ever.

"No. Come on, Sam. It's dad. He can't be-.. I mean.." Dean said, his words failing him. His dad. His hero. Dead. Or rather, he's going to die. That's not suppose to happen. Heroes don't die. They save people and get hurt but they don't die. Dean wanted to kick himself for being foolish. This wasn't a comic book or some crappy fairytale, this was real life and in real life, every do-gooder ended up dead. His dad was even lucky to have lasted this long.

Then, with stubborn determination and defiance, he was shaking his head. "No. That's not gonna happen. I won't let it."

"We lost a lot of friends." Sam continued. "Pastor Jim, Caleb, Ellen, Jo.." he paused and looked at Bobby. "Bobby."

Bobby felt like there was a weight on his shoulders. His friends. His make shift of a family. Gone. Dead. Then his name as one of the fallen hunters. He knew he'd die fighting, knew it from the day he started hunting. But never did he imagine there'd be people he'd leave behind. He knew it as soon as he caught sight of the pain in Sam's eyes. The boy had lost so much. Maybe too much.

"Well, everyone has to go some time." Bobby muttered, lightening the conversation but it was far from light.

Dean turned pale, mouth trembling to say something but couldn't and Bobby felt pity for the boy. Dean had let in so little, trusted so little people and now, he heard half of those people he cared about listed in the fallen warrior's list. Not long ago that the hunter realized that Dean Winchester had made him an honorary member of his family; same as Bobby realizing that those boys, especially Dean, is a part of his, too.

"It is nearly impossible to change the past. But that does not mean it can't." Castiel spoke up. "There is already progress in our mission."

Everyone eyed him but Castiel only stared blankly ahead, a determined air about him. John thought it almost impossible to rely on blind faith but staring at the angel it wasn't hard to hope, to lean on faith. His eyes held a passionate devotion to a cause that is nearly impossible to achieve. But what could be expected from an angel?

Again, John's thoughts drifted to Mary. She had always mentioned them; the angels. She used to call Dean her little angel and thinking back on it, maybe his son was. Maybe if John failed to save Sammy, Dean won't. Because his son was strong. His son was even a better man than John could ever be. He prayed he was right. No, he was right. He had faith on his son. He had faith on Dean to save Sammy from his destiny. He concluded that maybe his faith wasn't very far from the angel's.

"That's why we're here, changing everything from scratch. The angels are losing the battle. I might not like a bunch of them very much but they're the side that doesn't involve ending the world. This time, anyway." Adam said. "I'm sorry, Dean. But whether you like it or not, I'm gonna fight. I'm not gonna sit around and watch the world burn because my big brother told me to be safe."

Dean had a small smile on his face. Those rare, genuine smiles he'd give and save only for the people he cared about. Adam was strong willed and stubborn. Just another typical Winchester; a fighter. He knew that Adam won't lean on him the same way as Sammy does but he would be there and he'd fight with his brother.

"I'm sorry, son." John whispered. Adam only stared at him. "I tried to keep you away from this life. I thought I was protecting you. I never wanted this for you or your brothers. I did what I had to do."

"It's okay, dad." Adam said, a sad, ancient smile on his lips that John never imagined he'd see on his son's face. "After dying twice, going through the apocalypse and losing mom, I sort of understood just how right you were. But it never would've worked. No matter how hard we tried."

"Kate's dead?" John asked, unable to stop himself. Adam stared at him, his expression unfathomable.

"The ghoul had kids." Adam said simply, watching as John's face flush in anger upon realization. Adam didn't want to talk about that right now. Not in front of everyone. It still hurt to think about his mother. So, he changed the subject. "But that's a story for another day. Dad, you caught fresh trail of the demon, right? Where was it, exactly?"

"It was .. Somewhere in Indiana. There were cattle mutilations everywhere. Demonic omens." John said, trying his best to not let his voice waver and forcing himself to focus on the job.

"It's a good place to start." Sam spoke up. "We'll head out the in the morning."

"What's wrong with now?" John asked, frowning.

Sam was obviously trying to end the discussion. In John's opinion, they had accomplish nothing at all. They had no plan or solid information than a 'maybe'. He knew his son was hiding something. But he won't push. Not when the news of the future created such a heavy burden on their shoulders.

"I'm pretty sure you don't want to put Dean or anyone else behind the wheel. We've been driving 24 hours straight last night." Sam reasoned. John nodded in understanding. Dean wanted to say that he wasn't that tired. He drove farther with more hours before that it actually led him to insomnia. But he decided to hold his peace. Maybe a few hours of sleep won't be so bad.

"I will monitor the location where the demonic omens are occurring. I'll be back in the morning." Castiel said behind them and with a flutter of wings, he was gone.

"That is just so weird." Dean murmured.

"So, I guess we'll call it a night?" Sammy spoke up.

He didn't feel tired but he felt the need to be alone with his thoughts. Sammy couldn't imagine a future without Jess and now, hearing that he did live through a future without her, it was just so unnerving and hearing that his father was dead? Bobby? Pastor Jim and Caleb? The other names were unfamiliar but the fact that his future self mentioned them means that they must've been important to them as well.

But some part of Sammy, a part that's overlapped by all of the overwhelming facts of the future, was glad that his brother's name wasn't mentioned. He'd give anything not to lose his brother and he knew Dean felt the same way. Dean had always taken care of him, raised him, protected him. Dean was the one person he'd never lose.

Sammy cleared his throat and got up. He headed toward the spare bedroom where as a child, he and Dean would share.

"Good night." he muttered as he went. Dean had to hide a sigh. With Mr. Giantman claiming the bedroom, where was he suppose to sleep? Sammy was bound to take up both beds.

Bobby stood as well. "See ya in the morning." he said and headed to bed.

John stared at Adam, Sam and Dean. He opened his mouth but Sam cut him off, clearly understanding what he was thinking.

"I'll stay up a little more and do research. I'll take first watch as well. Dad, you can take the couch. Adam you can take the spare bed in the panic room." he said.

"What panic room?" Dean asked.

But Sam didn't answer, instead he looked at Adam. Adam gave Sam a look. An unfathomable look at Sam that spoke volumes. Though what it meant, Dean didn't know. He guessed he needed to get to know his new little brother a lot better.

"No, I'll sleep inside the Impala. I bet Dean needs the cot better than I do. Besides, I'm shorter." Adam said.

Dean almost felt joy on the last statement. Finally, he wasn't the shortest man in the family but something was off with Adam's tone. Dean can't help but detect a little sarcasm there. He shrugged it off, thinking that maybe it's nothing and Dean was only imagining things. He easily agreed and tossed Adam the keys to his baby. Adam caught it out of reflex and grinned his thanks.

"So, where's this panic room?" Dean asked.

Sam showed him the way down to the basement. Sam twisted the latch door and opened it to reveal an iron made panic room. It had a desk littered with books and papers on the side, the walls painted with sigils and devil's trap, a cabinet of guns and other weapons against the supernatural and a bed with white sheets.

"Wow. It's like a demon panic room." Dean muttered.

"That's kind of the point, Dean." Sam said pointedly. Dean rolled his eyes. Always the smart ass.

"How'd Bobby manage to make this?" Dean said as he entered.

"He had a day off." Sam said simply. "I'll be upstairs, doing some research."

"Geeky bitch." Dean murmured with a grin as he sat on the bed and took off his boots.

"Jerk." Sam said sadly and walked away. Dean puzzled over why.