Dean was pissed, and despite the fact that she couldn't remember a time not knowing him, or how to see through his façades when he was hurting more than he'd admit to, Amelia never knew what to do with him when he was this angry. Sam was sat in the passenger seat of the Impala, seemingly ignoring the fuming older Winchester, so as she sat in the back with Adam she took his lead. When they'd gotten to his house and saw the remnants of John scattered through the house, much like he'd been in the boy's teenage years, Dean turned from angry to professional, which worried her all the more. Detaching himself from the situation meant that he was hiding everything inside, and the longer he did, the more violate he'd become.
He and Sam stepped out of Adam's mom's room to discuss something Sam had found, leaving her to stand awkwardly with Adam. She had her hands clasped behind her back as she rocked on her heels. She felt for the boy. Who wanted to have John Winchester as a father, really?
"So, are you like, my half sister?" Adam asked her to break the silence. She shook her head hastily.
"Oh, no." She reassured him, "No Winchester blood in me, I'm afraid. I'm just tagging along instead of going to uni."
"You're tagging along being a mechanic?" He asked slowly, sceptically and she shrugged.
"What can I say?" She replied, "I like getting my hands dirty." She walked over to the dresser, looking at the photographs of the mother and son, Adam only a young boy. They looked happy, probably because he hadn't met John yet.
"No offence," Adam started, "You don't look like the type of girl who, you know, plays with engines." She smiled, not at all offended. She got that a lot.
"Yeah, well, my Godfather raised me in a car salvage yard." She explained, "I used to ask what he was doing, and he showed me. Probably could fix a car better than you." She challenged cheekily.
"So, are you their boss?" He asked slowly, because if her Godfather owned the salvage yard, and they were mechanics, they must work for her right? Dean and Sam's voices floated in, talking about a case John had been working around the time Adam would have been conceived. Amelia grinned, pointing at him.
"I like you." She declared loudly, to drown them out and highly amused by the thought of her bossing Sam and Dean about, "Yes, I am their boss." Adam smiled half-heartedly as he sat on his mom's bed, sighing, "Hey, kid." She walked over, "They'll find your mom, okay?"
"They don't really like me, do they?" Adam asked, nodding towards the door.
"Dean idolised hi... your dad." She explained gently, "Sam? Not so much. It's just hard for them to see yet another thing John hid from them."
"Did you know him?" She opened her mouth to reply as Dean and Sam appeared in the doorway. Dean immediately frowned at how close she was to Adam, like she was taking an interest in him and, testily, he held up a black and white photo of a bald man in glasses.
"Hey, does your mom know Joe Barton?" Dean asked gruffly and Adam shook his head slowly, looking at the picture, confused.
"Uh, I don't think so. Why?" He replied, his curiosity piqued. Dean looked at Sam, slightly disheartened because it was always easier if there was an obvious link between victims. Sam shot him a look as if to say 'What did you expect?' and with a sigh Dean turned back to Adam.
"Is he missing too?" Amelia asked and Dean looked at her, hands in the back pockets of her jeans. She'd been a lot happier since he'd relented his teasing of her the night before. They might have to talk about the heeled boots, though. He opened his mouth to explain the deal with Barton when something by her heels caught his eye. In the dark wooden floor, scratch marks trailed underneath the bed. His head tilted to one side and he walked over, crouching slightly as he got closer.
"What is it?" Adam asked as Dean pushed Amelia out of the way.
"Watch out." He told her, kneeling on the floor and flipping the edge of the comforter up onto the bed. He looked under, trying to see where the marks led to but it was too dark. He got up, chucking the pillows aside on the bed as Sam came over to join the three.
"Give me a hand with the mattress." He told Adam, and with his help the chucked the mattress off the bed frame. Underneath was a large, intricately decorated vent and Dean sighed and looked at Sam.
"I don't want to go down there." He protested.
"Well, neither am I." Dean retorted.
"I'll do it." Amelia declared with a sigh. As excited as she was to be included, the idea of getting stuck in a vent wasn't exactly appealing, "I may not be that skinny," which received an angry 'hey!' off Dean, "but I'm smaller than the two of you."
"In them boots?" Dean exclaimed in disbelief.
"What's wrong with my boots?" She replied, indignant on their behalf. They were her favourite pair, almost knee height and in a beautiful brown colour she'd yet to see again.
"We'll do this the old-fashioned way." Sam offered as a solution. The other two nodded, agreeing and on the silent count of three both Sam and Amelia slammed their fists down as rock while Dean chose scissors. Sam and Amelia smirked, high five-ing in victory as Dean waved his arms before punching the air, frustrated.
"Every time." He grumbled, pushing the bed frame out of the way. He pulled the vent off the hole and pulling his flash light out. He grimaced at the blood strains splattering the silver metal, another not-so-good sign over the fate of Adam's mother. He glanced up at Sam and Amelia, Sam still smirking as Amelia shot his two thumbs up in encouragement. He scowled at her before slipping into it.
"Why didn't I pick paper?" He muttered to himself.
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Adam was not impressed when they ditched him, telling him to ring the cops but not until he saw them drive away. No mention of the three, just tell them that he'd been walking around his mom's room and had seen the scratches.
He demanded answers, answers that Sam believed he deserved and ones that Dean didn't want to tell him. Sam had told him anyway, overwhelming Adam with the information on monsters and demons and the evil that hid in the shadows. Dean could barely listen, neither could Amelia even though she sort of agreed with Sam. It was just that once you know what's out there, there's no way of leaving that behind. But it was his mother, all of the knew what that felt like.
"Okay, so...basically, you're saying that every movie monster, every nightmare that I've ever had, that's all real?" Adam asked, stunned from one of the two beds in Sam and Dean's room. Sam sat across from him, Dean and Amelia at the small dining table by the window.
"Godzilla's just a movie." Dean called over, childishly and annoyed. Every fibre of his being screamed against this. The kid deserved better.
"Dean." Amelia hissed.
"What?" He snapped in reply, missing Sam's bitch-face that was directed at him. His eyes burned in an angry challenge as he stared her down, daring her to confront his attitude but she didn't. She looked down and away, making him feel immediately and annoyingly guilty for it.
"We hunt them. So did Dad." Sam explained to Adam. Adam looked between the three, taking a deep breath before nodding.
"Okay." He said simply, startling them all. Amelia sat up a little straighter, having not been expecting him to be so calm about it.
"'Okay'?" Dean repeated, "That's it?"
"What am I supposed to say?" Adam replied, again too calm.
"That we're liars, that we're crazy. Nobody just says 'okay.'" Dean pointed out angrily.
"What Dean means," Amelia spoke up, shooting Dean a look to tell him to calm down, "Is that while some people don't freak out over finding out monsters are real, they rarely just accept it." Adam nodded, as if agreeing with her. Maybe he was feeling slightly disconnected from the situation? Like it wasn't happening to him at all.
"Well, you're my brothers. You're telling me the truth, right?" Adam asked, turning to Sam who nodded.
"Yeah." Sam replied gently and honestly. Adam then glanced over at Amelia.
"And you're their boss, so they obviously trust you." Both Sam and Dean looked at her, eyebrows raised and she shrugged in reply, "Then I believe you. Now, what took my mom?"
"We're not sure." Sam admitted while Dean looked less than thrilled by the turn of events, "Something's in town stealing bodies, living and dead, but we don't know what."
"There's a long list of freaks that fit the bill." Dean called over, probably in an attempt to scare Adam away. However, he had slumped over slightly, as if he'd given up trying.
"You think maybe she might still be alive?" Adam asked him. Dean looked away so he turned his gaze to Sam, who also couldn't look him in the eye.
"Usually, when they've taken someone, it's already too late." Amelia broke as gently as she could, "It's always best to assume the worst, because the best rarely happens."
"Oh." He replied, disheartened and devastated, "How can I help?"
"You can't." Dean snapped and Adam almost glared at him, defiant.
"This thing killed my mom. If you're hunting it, I want in." He almost growled in reply, like a true Winchester.
"No." Dean declared, as if it was the end of the matter.
"Dean..." Amelia sighed and he span in his chair to glare at her. Everyone was pissing him off, apparently.
"No, you don't get a say." He snapped, "He wasn't you dad and he isn't your brother." He turned, missing the hurt that flashed over her face or the way her lips pursed together to stop her arguing back. She wasn't even going to disagree with him, just suggest that he cooled it off a little, "The answer's still no."
"He lost his mother." Sam pointed out in exasperation, "Maybe we all can understand what that feels like." Dean stood up, storming over and waving his dad's journal.
"Why do you think Dad never told us about this kid, Sam? Huh? Why do you think he ripped out the pages?"
"Because-" Sam started.
"Because he was protecting him!" Dean interrupted, cutting his brother off. Why were they all arguing against him? He couldn't understand why anyone would willingly bring anyone into their lives. He'd accepted a long time ago that nothing he could say was going to stop Amelia, but he'd be damned if Adam was going the same way as them as well.
"Dad's dead, Dean." Sam sighed.
"That doesn't matter!" Dean shouted, "He didn't want Adam to have our lives, okay? And we are gonna respect his wishes."
"Do I get a say in this?" Adam asked, annoyed that they were discussing him like a child.
"No!" Both brothers stated at the same time, Dean frustrated and tired, Sam gentle but firm. Dean chucked the diary down and stormed towards the door, "Babysit the kid." He told Amelia, spitefully not addressing Sam as he grabbed his jacket.
"Hold on, you can't just storm off, Dean!" She cried, panicking slightly. She understood he was angry, but walking out wasn't going to solve anything.
"Watch me!" He slammed the door shut and Amelia sighed, pushing herself out of the chair.
"I'll go after him." She told the other two brothers before leaving the room. She was too late and ran a hand through her blonde hair as the Impala went screeching away. She had hoped that Dean would have waited for her, but he had been so angry at Sam that she supposed it had been wishful thinking. She stood outside, staring at the door back to their motel room.
She didn't particularly want to go back in. There was something about Adam that had put her on edge, something she was sure the two men hadn't noticed. Maybe it was because she didn't really care one way or another that they had another brother, or that John had lied because when hadn't the man treated his boys appallingly? But it was one thing to be detached from a situation because you were in shock, or because there really didn't seem to be another explanation, but to act so logically after being told that your only parent had been kidnapped by monsters didn't sit right with her.
But, with no way of following Dean, and no chance he'd answer his phone if she did call him, she headed back inside to see Sam explaining how to load a gun to Adam and it seemed everything was escalating rather quickly.
~0~0~0~
Adam had finally headed to the bathroom, and after a couple of hours watching Sam show him how to dismantle and put guns back together, giving him simple tips on how to spot a demon, or the signs of a ghost, Amelia had to know what was happening in the motel room. The younger man seemed to be drinking it all in, and she had to admit he seemed a bit of a natural when it came to guns, but it all seemed a bit wrong.
"What the hell is up with you?" She hissed at Sam, who barely glanced up from the shotgun he was holding.
"What do you mean?" He asked, sounding genuinely confused.
"Since when are you okay with bringing a Pre-Med into our life?" She clarified.
"He's our brother." He offered as an explanation, "He doesn't have a choice."
"Everyone has a choice, Sam." She retorted.
"We didn't." He snapped as the door opened and Adam stepped out. Their conversation was halted before Amelia could even ask him what he meant by that comment.
~0~0~0~
"So, you're at university too?" Adam asked as the sun was setting outside. The poor guy had needed a break, Sam had been firing information at him at such a shockingly quick pace Amelia would really be surprised if any of it had sunk in.
"Yeah, I'm doing an English major." She told him offhandedly, trying to hide the fact because she hated University more and more each time she thought of it, "Not like you, though, Mr Pre-Med." She nudged him as she sat next to him on one of the double beds, "What sort of doctor are you aiming for? Children's? Foot?" She smirked playfully, "Gyno?" He shook his head.
"No, no." He replied with a chuckle, even if his cheeks were tinted slightly pink at the tease, "I want to be a surgeon."
"Really?" Amelia replied, slightly impressed, "Can see why the idea of gore doesn't repel you." He shrugged.
"Seeing how things work is really intriguing." He explained, "Fixing things, seeing how they tick and removing the bad just... attracts me."
"Right." Sam barked from the other bed, having been sat there, tapping his foot impatiently, "Enough chatting. You need to know how to preform an exorcism." Amelia rolled her eyes and jumped off her bed.
"I'll go get some food for us." She declared, knowing it was pointless to argue about whatever had crawled up his ass and died, "Want anything in particular?"
"No." Sam dismissed sharply and she ignored him, turning to Adam, who shrugged.
"I wouldn't mind some fries." He offered and she smiled, glad he was being nice.
"Fries it is." She agreed, heading outside and reaching for her cell the moment the door closed. She held it to her ear, listening to it ring until Dean grunted his greeting.
"What?"
"What the hell is wrong with Sam?" She asked as she stepped onto the side walk, "I mean, one moment he's 'Mr Normal' and the next he's teaching some newbie how to do an exorcism? It's messed up." Dean sighed in frustration.
"I know." He agreed reluctantly, because Sam's moods had been increasingly bitchy for the last couple of weeks now, "I don't know what to tell you."
"Where are you?" She asked gently because she could tell he was worried about his brother and regretted bringing it up.
"I've just been to the empty graves." He explained, "Seems like whatever took the bodies ate them where they were lying. Off to the bar to see about Barton."
"Can I come?" She begged as she jogged across the road to the McDonalds sat there, "Please, Dean. Mr Roboto is seriously pissing me off."
"Just keep an eye on the kid." He snapped gruffly before hanging up on her. She looked down at the phone in shock, then angrily stormed into the fast food restaurant and stood in line, thinking of exactly what she was going to shout at him when she saw him again.
~0~0~0~
Amelia was sat by Sam as they both cleaned a shotgun each when the lights in the room went out. She jumped, clinging to his arm slightly at something rattled through the air conditioning ducts above their heads. They shared a look as they both clocked the way whatever was in their headed and the trio stood up, staring at the bathroom door.
"Stay here." Sam told the pair lowly, loading the shotgun as he headed towards the door. Amelia reached out and grabbed Adam's arm to stop him following Sam. He opened the door and stepped in as Amelia held her breath, the empty shotgun hanging at her side. Sam checked the room, fully alert as he rotated on the spot. Nothing happened for a moment, then there was another rattling noise and he stepped out, aiming his gun at a vent in the ceiling.
"It's in the vents. Go!" He shouted, firing at it once. Amelia dropped her own gun, without the time to load the weapon it was dead weight, and helped Sam usher Adam out of the room as he kept an eye on the vent. Slamming the door behind him, he followed them down the stairs to the car park.
"Where's your car?" Amelia asked Adam, who nodded towards a pick-up truck just up the way from them.
"Over here." He replied, shrugging his jacket on frantically then reached into his pockets for his keys.
"All right, keys." Sam called and Adam quickly chucked the set at him, Sam catching them one handed. Sam fumbled with the keys as Adam and Amelia headed to the passenger side, waiting for him to let them in. Amelia kept glancing at the stairs, waiting for something to run down the stairs after them. She'd been taught well, her Uncle Bobby wanting her to be prepared for anything that might pop up in her life, but she could only fight back if she knew what she was hunting. A lot of things ate dead bodies, and a lot more things ate live people, but she was struggling to find anything in her rich knowledge something that ate both.
Sam yelled in surprise, shooting downwards as something tried to pull him under. Surprised, both Amelia and Adam ran around the truck as he chucked his shotgun away to cling to the bottom of the truck to resist whatever it was that was trying to make him his next meal.
"Sam!" Both of them cried, Adam grabbing one of his arms as Amelia dropped to the floor, trying to see underneath. It was too dark, she couldn't see a thing so she held her hand out for him to grab with his other hand, pulling it with Adam and slowly managed to get some leverage against the supernatural being underneath. Behind them a car pulled up and a quick glance showed Dean rushing out to help.
"The shotgun!" Amelia cried, nodding over to it and Dean barely crouched to pick it up, running right up and aiming under the truck, waiting for the moment when Sam's feet appeared to shoot underneath. As the three fell to the floor he looked under but, like Amelia, couldn't see anything. He and Sam shared a look, surprised, as Adam flopped to the floor next to him, everyone panting at the effort. Adam opened one eye and looked over at Amelia.
"You're really strong." He told her and, over Sam's head, she smacked him on top of his own.
"Idjit." She remarked before flopping against the floor herself.
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Just going through the episode at the moment, hope I did an okay job XD
This isn't her first hunt, but she's only been on a couple and it's first with Sam and Dean. What she would call a 'proper hunt', so she's very excited about being there :)
And Cas probably isn't going to be in this for a couple of chapters, but she'll meet him before the next canon episode. There's a snippet of it on my tumblr page, if you want to go read it. I'll reblog it in a second, but it'll be under my 'Amelia' tag so just have a look on the side menu to find it quicker :)
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