Adam was fully aware of Michael's presence, as the two of them walked back into the main part of the fallout shelter. The angel was hovering close behind the teenager as he walked toward the kitchen; close enough to bump into him, when he made the sudden stop in the doorway. Both of them took a cautious step away from each other afterward, faces pink and eyes darting away. It was painfully obvious that they were still being affected by the private moment they had just shared in the bedroom.

And, unfortunately, everyone else could see it, too.

Castiel, Gabriel, and Sam were all loitering around the small table in the room, snacking on various foods, when Adam and Michael entered. And they all paused their conversation to give the new comers a strange look. Adam hated when everyone stared at him like that. But it felt even worse now, after his amazing moment was ruined. Adam was paranoid enough to think that his and Michael's almost-kiss was actually written on his face; as if everyone else could plainly see how he truly felt about Michael.

"Everything okay?" Sam asked, glancing between them.

Adam could tell that Sam was a bit suspicious, and so was Gabriel. The blonde angel was practically staring a hole through Michael; not convinced by his overly casual behavior. But Adam was determined to keep their moment to himself. The song, the story of creation, the close kiss – all of that stuff belonged to Adam and Michael, and no one else.

"Yeah," the teenager said quickly, walking up to the table to look at all the food, "I'm starving."

Adam may have been trying to change the subject, but he was also telling the truth. His stomach gurgled with delight, at the very smell of food. Geez, when was the last time he ate? Everything on the table, – the steaming bucket of chicken, the stack of warm burgers, the plate of fresh baked cookies – it all looked so damn delicious. Adam was a little confused about where all of this fresh food came from, because he knew this stuff wouldn't have been laying around a fallout shelter. But, he had an inkling that Gabriel was responsible for the feast. Because the shortest angel was happily stuffing his own face with candy.

Even though Adam walked up to admire the table of food, Michael remained close to the kitchen doorway. Though he only stole a small glance at him, Adam could see that Michael's hazel eyes refused to look directly back at him. Michael was looking at Castiel, instead; seeming unwilling to acknowledge that Adam was staring.

"Castiel," Michael uttered, voice low, "I need to speak with you. Privately."

Adam turned around fully, feeling confused and anxious. Michael wanted to talk to Castiel? In private? But, why? Did he need a confidant, for some reason? What did he want to talk about? Was it about Lucifer? Was it about Adam? As questions raced through the teenager's mind, Castiel gave a slight nod and stepped firmly toward his brother. Worry took root in Adam's heart, as he watched the two angels leave the room together. The teenager was almost certain that Michael was going to tell Castiel about their moment together. He just didn't know why...

"Adam, would you like a beer?"

Adam spun around at the sound of Sam's voice, feeling his own mouth fall open. He thought that Sam was poking fun at him; teasing him about being too young to drink, by offering him something that he couldn't have. But, no. Sam was actually being serious. A cold beer bottle was in his outstretched hand, while a polite smile flashed on his lips. Adam was frozen for a few seconds, only able to blink between his older brother and the beer in his hand.

"But, I'm... I'm only nineteen," Adam hesitantly reminded.

"If you wanna get hung up on your age, then go right ahead," Gabriel smirked, taking a giant bite out of his Butterfinger and leaning back in his chair, "But, when a Winchester offers you a beer, kid, you take it. No matter how old you are. Trust me. You've earned it."

Adam took a breath, before giving in to Gabriel's persuasion. He took the beer from Sam and snapped the cap off, but paused to smell the contents first. The scent was thick with fermentation, just as he always expected. Adam looked up at his older brother with appreciation, before taking his first swig of alcohol. The taste was bitter and terrible, but Adam gulped it anyway. Sam watched him with a subtle smile, obviously enjoying the sight of his younger brother drinking his first beer. Maybe this was like some Winchester initiation thing. Maybe having your first underage beer was a passage into being a badass or something.

"Grab yourself a plate and dig in," Sam requested, gesturing to the full table, as he sat down next to Gabriel.

After one more drink, Adam did as Sam said. He instantly grabbed a plate from the end of the table and began filling it, starting with the chicken. His mouth was watering at all the smells, making his stomach gargle louder. It felt like he hadn't eaten in so long, that he had forgotten what food tasted like. Oh, man, those burgers looked so greasy and delicious. And those powdered doughnuts looked sinfully sweet. God, Adam was so hungry.

Once his plate was full to the max, Adam plopped himself down at the table and started shoveling the food into his mouth. That first bite of warm, succulent chicken made his entire mouth tingle. Shit, food had never tasted so good. For a few moments, Adam didn't speak or even look up. He was solely focused on feverishly chewing and swallowing; giving his stomach something to digest besides its own bile. As soon as his body had been brought back from the brink of starvation, Adam took the time to look back up at Sam.

"Where did all of this food come from?" the teenager asked.

"That would be me," Gabriel said, proving Adam's assumption correct, "Midas may have the touch of gold, but I've got the touch of gluttony. Isn't that right, Sammy-boy?"

Sam rolled his eyes, but nodded. Adam gnawed away on a chicken bone, as he looked along the full table again. He felt like he should have been surprised by it all, but the whole 'angelic magic' thing was kind of growing on him... Especially the kind of magic that Michael used to tell his bible story. Adam swallowed a mouth-full of food in a rush, feeling jittery. He didn't want to think about their private moment right now; not when Sam and Gabriel were staring at him.

"So, what are you guys gonna do about Satan?" the teenager asked, trying to change the subject again.

Adam didn't miss that Sam and Gabriel gave each other a look of weariness. From their tense body language alone, Adam was able to figure out that no one had come up with a plan, yet. Sam raked a hand through his lengthy hair, sighing loudly.

"Dean and Bobby are consulting every option that they can think of, to try and find a way to put the cage back together," Sam carefully explained, "But, so far, it... it looks like the only way to stop him... is to kill him."

Adam took another drink from his beer bottle to wash down some of the food, before giving Sam a strange look. Why did it seem like he had difficulty saying that? And why did Sam glance toward Gabriel afterward, as if he felt bad about mentioning it? It wasn't until Adam noticed the seriousness on Gabriel's face, that he remembered that all the angels were related. Lucifer was as much of a brother to Gabriel and Michael, as Adam was to Sam and Dean. No wonder the thought of him dying made Gabriel upset...

While Adam stared between Sam and Gabriel, something moving on the floor caught his eye. The teenager looked down to see a familiar dog roaming around near the table. It was Dickie, the Jack Russel Terrier that had been snooping around in Adam's room the day before. Adam had to double-take at him, out of shock. How did that dog get here? Did one of the angels 'poof' him to the hideout?

"Uh," Adam uttered, pointing his fork toward the dog, "how did he get here?"

Sam and Gabriel both glanced over the side of the table, to give Dickie a couple of smiles.

"Oh. He's a 'free range' kind of dog," Gabriel shrugged, seeming to have gotten his sense of humor back, "You know, he comes and goes when he pleases. Although, I'm pretty sure he does a lot more coming than going. Am I right, moosie?"

Sam, once again, rolled his eyes at Gabriel's witty remark, but continued to watch the dog. Adam took a closer look for himself, able to see that Dickie was standing on top of something. It was flat, and made of paper – and covered in pictures of naked women.

"That's my magazine!" Adam gasped, unable to believe it, "How – how the hell did he get it off the fireplace mantle?! Why does he have it?!"

Dickie was carelessly lapping at the front cover; licking the busty lady pictured in her underwear. Adam was at a loss for words. There was no way that dog could have reached it! Someone must have gotten it down for him. Or, he was some kind of magical, porn-magnet; able to claim anything sexual within a hundred yards or something.

"Sorry about that," Sam said, nervously scratching the back of his head, "Dickie sort of has a problem."

"We're working on it," Gabriel added, "It's a serious issue. He's had it for a while. It's gonna take some time."

Adam huffed a breath of exasperation, as he stuck his fork into the pile of food on his plate. So much for trying to keep his only source of porn in good condition... While Adam took another drink from his beer – and Dickie helped himself to the porn magazine on the floor – Sam pushed his chair back and got up from the table.

"I think I'm gonna get another beer out of the fridge," he sighed, starting for the door on the left side of the kitchen, "Adam, do you want another?"

"Uh, no," the teenager declined politely, "I think I'll just work on this one for a while."

"Okay," Sam smiled.

Adam was aware that Sam deliberately took the time to meet eyes with Gabriel, locking him in a specific type of stare, before asking his next question.

"Gabe, do you want something from in here?" he said, tone steady – and kind of mischievous.

The smirk that flashed on Gabriel's face made Adam curious. Was there something about Sam's question that Adam was missing? Was there a hidden meaning, in there somewhere? As Adam pondered on it, Gabriel got up from the table and started for the door himself.

"You bet your ass I do," the angel grinned, following Sam.

Adam's eyes narrowed, as he watched the pair of them exit the room and close the door behind them. The teenager was left alone in the kitchen, to stare at the door in confusion. What the hell was all that about? Did they plan on leaving the room together on purpose? Were they wanting to discuss something private, like Michael did with Castiel? Did they want to leave Adam alone so that he would bond with Dickie, or something? The teenager glanced down at the porn-crazed dog laying on his magazine and frowned. No, that couldn't possibly be why. Adam took a long breath, as he reached for his beer bottle again. Maybe he was just thinking about it too much. Maybe Sam and Gabriel really did go into the other room to get a couple of beers.

While Adam ate alone at the table, his mind wandered back to his and Michael's private moment again. He was picturing it in his mind; seeing Michael's face on a steady rise to meet his own, watching his lips come closer and closer. Adam wished that he could understand why his heart pounded the way it did, when Michael was so close to him. His body reacted to Michael, the same way an infant would react to its mothers voice. Michael woke Adam up; made him feel things he'd never felt before, made him see things in a way he never saw them before. And the strangest part, was that Adam had only known him for less than two days... or, was it longer?

Adam chugged the rest of his beer, feeling liked he'd just solved a difficult puzzle. Maybe that was the reason Michael affected him so much; because Adam had been his vessel once. That meant they had known each other for a long time, right? Michael said that they'd been in the cage together, fighting Lucifer. Maybe they had bonded during all that time, and Adam just didn't remember it. Maybe that was why he felt so comfortable around Michael, and preferred his company over the Winchesters'. He just wished he knew for sure what had happened.

Adam's mind may not have remembered being with Michael, but his soul sure did.

The teenager sighed out loud and placed the empty bottle back on the table, lazily flicking his thumb against the wet rim. The alcohol was giving his stomach a tiny tingle, which made him think that he was on his way to tipsiness. Now that he thought about it, another beer didn't sound too bad. Maybe if he got drunk enough, Adam wouldn't have to worry about what Michael and Castiel were talking about in private.

Instead of calling to ask Sam to bring an extra bottle, Adam climbed carefully to his feet and started toward the door. He had to step over Dickie and his ruined magazine in order to get there, but as soon as he was close enough, Adam pushed the door open -

And saw Sam and Gabriel doing something with each other.

At first, Adam thought that they were fighting, because their hands were pushing on each other and they were standing incredibly too close together. But, after hearing a quiet giggle, watching Sam hoist Gabriel up to sit him on the counter, and seeing Gabriel's legs circle around Sam's waist, Adam was absolutely sure that they were making out. Their shaggy hair was blocking their faces, but Adam didn't need to see the kissing to know that it was happening. Sam and Gabriel were definitely tonguing each other. And Adam was frozen in the doorway, unable to tear his wide eyes away from it.

Luckily, Gabriel spotted him after a few seconds, and instantly pushed Sam away. And, once Sam backed up and turned around to meet his little brother's stare, his face went paler than a fresh sail. Adam's eyes flashed between the angel perched on the counter and the tall man standing near him, feeling shocked. Sam and Gabriel were a couple?! But, how?! Sam began to cough with discomfort, appearing utterly humiliated.

"Um," the younger Winchester squeaked, briefly coughing and gesturing toward Gabriel, "I... we – we were, um..."

"We were checking for cavities," Gabriel blurted, chuckling nervously, "you know... w – with our tongues..."

While Sam shot Gabriel a glare, Adam took a tiny step forward. The initial shock of seeing two guys kiss had begun to wear off, and now he was stuck wondering how the hell it was possible. Adam didn't think that Sam and Gabriel were that close. But, now that he thought about it, Adam never saw either of them without each other.

"You – you guys are together?" he asked, his voice quiet.

Sam raked his hand through his hair again, revealing a larger portion of his pale face, before he reached for a stool nearby. His shaky hands placed the small seat in the middle of the room and he sat down on it, facing Adam. After taking a few bracing breaths, Sam met Adam's eyes again. There was a certain vulnerability on Sam's face, now; like he was about to tell his biggest secret, and was worried about the reaction he was going to receive from it.

"Yes," Sam eventually answered, searching Adam's face, "Gabe and I are together."

Adam wasn't sure how he felt about this news. It was surprising, to say the least. When he first met them, Adam had assumed that Dean and Sam were probably just like John Winchester; sassy, rude, ready to run at the first sign of commitment. And, though Adam barely knew John at all, he did know that John wasn't the sort of guy to put up with dudes kissing other dudes – especially if it was being done by his own son. So, finding out that Sam was with a guy was a huge shock.

"You're... gay?" Adam asked, feeling confused.

"Whoa there, Milli-Vanilli," Gabriel interrupted, hopping off the counter to step to Sam's side, "Let's not go putting labels on things. Nobody here is gay. And they're certainly not straight, either. In fact, it's probably safe to say that everybody is a little bit of both."

Adam's eyebrows knitted together at Gabriel's riddled words. What the hell was he talking about?

"He means... sexual orientation doesn't matter, because... because love is blind," Sam explained, attempting to rescue the conversation by meeting Adam's eyes again, "Love is genderless, colorless, ageless. And, yeah, me and Gabriel are together, but that doesn't make us gay. It makes us -"

"Two smitten idiots, who have a dog with a porn addiction," Gabriel finished, grinning.

Sam sighed at Gabriel's interruption, but bobbed his head.

"Yeah. That's us," the man agreed, looking back up at his little brother, "Look, Adam. I know that it wasn't fair, to let you find out about it by catching us in the middle of a make out session -"

"Which we're going to be finishing later, right, moose?" Gabe asked quietly.

"But," Sam said loudly, ignoring Gabriel's question, "I hope that it doesn't freak you out. We should have told you about it sooner, but we were kind of busy avoiding Lucifer. And, I was – I was afraid that you'd peg us for something that we're not... Does it bother you?"

Adam took a long-overdue breath, as he glanced between Sam and Gabriel's anxious eyes. He could see the nervous anticipation written on their faces. It was clear to see that they actually cared about Adam's opinion of them, and the notion made Adam feel kind of awed. Did they really think he would judge them for loving each other? No, Adam couldn't possibly be mad at Sam for loving a guy. Especially when he, himself, was kind of falling for a guy of his own...

"No, it doesn't bother me," Adam replied honestly, "I just didn't -"

The door behind Adam swung open, making everyone jump. Dean casually strolled into the room, seeming like he was on his way to get something out of the refrigerator. But, he stopped near the door and glanced around at everyone, after seeing all of their surprised faces. It must have been obvious that they were in the middle of a private discussion, because Dean made a strange face at their abrupt silence.

"What's going on in here?" the eldest Winchester asked, confused.

"Oh, we were just telling the kid about the power of angelic love," Gabriel grinned, batting his eyelashes.

After hearing Gabe's answer, the color seemed to drain from Dean's face. He looked outraged in an instant, filling the room with discomfort again.

"You told him about me and Cas?!" Dean gasped, overcome with embarrassment.

Adam's mouth fell open for the second time. Dean and Cas?! They were together, too?! What the hell was going on in this family? Why were all the Winchesters paired off with angels? Ugh, Adam felt like he was starring in a bad episode of 'Maury' or something! Sam shook his head, appearing amused.

"No, Dean," he said sweetly, "but you just did."

Dean's cheeks faded into a darker shade of red, as his green eyes hesitantly rose to meet Adam's. The teenager was too shocked to even move, let alone speak. But he wished that he could somehow tell Dean the same thing he had told Sam. He didn't care if Dean was with Cas, or Sam was with Gabriel. Hell, Adam wouldn't even care if Bobby turned out to be Buddha, and was having a fling with Aphrodite. The only thing Adam cared about, was that he had a family that cared about him. And, to be honest, he was sort of glad to hear that his brothers were so open to the idea of angelic love. Because it made it easier for him to feel the same way about Michael...

"I... uh..." Dean gulped, obviously struggling for words, "see, the thing – the thing is -"

"You don't have to explain," Adam interrupted, smiling a little, "I get it. Angels are awesome, all you need is love, yadda yadda. I'm cool with it. Honestly."

Dean seemed to relax a little bit after Adam's reassuring words, but his cheeks stayed as red as a traffic light. Apparently, he didn't have any intention of outing himself and Castiel anytime soon. An awkward silence rested in the room for a second, as everyone tried to find a new subject to discuss besides their own personal relationships. But, luckily, Sam saved the conversation again.

"Did you and Bobby find anything?" he asked quietly, eying Dean.

Dean seemed to shake himself out of his own discomfort, before finishing the journey to the fridge. He was careful to keep his sight set on the food inside, instead of the people in the room.

"Nope," the oldest brother sighed, "Couldn't find a damn thing about the cage written anywhere. But, I decided to call it a night, anyway."

"Call it a night? Sure," Gabriel scoffed, voice full of sarcasm, "Let's all just snuggle up in our comfy beds and drift to sleep, while Luci blazes up another part of the world trying to look for us."

Dean slammed the refrigerator door shut and turned a solid glare toward Gabriel. The air of the room changed drastically in an instant; filling with tangible tension.

"Bobby has been through a lot of shit today," Dean said, tone as hard as a scolding parent, "Hell, we all have. How are any of us supposed to figure out a way to shut Lucifer back in his box, when we can't even hold our own heads up?"

Adam gulped with discomfort, dropping his eyes to the floor. He knew that he wasn't the target of Dean's biting words, but he could still feel the pain of them. Dean was right, as he usually was. Angels might not have needed to rest or recover, but humans did. Yes, the world was probably being destroyed one town at a time right now, but the Winchesters were only human. It was going to take a little bit more time, to get everything figured out.

"Adam," Dean sighed.

The teenager instantly looked up at his older brother, seeing that he'd lightened up a little.

"You should get a shower and some sleep," he suggested, "Sam, you too. Tomorrow is probably going to be an absolute pain in the ass, and we all need to be ready for it."

Adam filled his lungs and carefully exhaled, letting his eyes wander to each face around the room. Oh, man. Tomorrow – and every day after it, until Lucifer was stopped – really was going to be a pain in the ass, wasn't it? The teenager gave his oldest brother a nod, before turning to walk back out of the room. He wasn't really heading in any particular direction. He just needed to escape the room, and be by himself for awhile.

Adam noticed that Dickie had fallen asleep on top of his porn magazine, as he walked through the kitchen to get to the long hall of doors. Part of him wanted to be mad at the dog. But how could he be, when the little guy looked so adorable? Dickie was sprawled out on the Playboy with his paws in the air, snoring quietly. Adam only shook his head, as he walked out of the kitchen. At least someone was still having a good time...

While he wandered down the hallway to find the bathroom and prepare for a shower, Adam heard a faint noise coming from nearby. It sounded like whispers, or distant voices. The teenager's feet drew to a halt, as he looked toward the large metal door at the entrance of the shelter. He was expecting to see Bobby or someone sitting at the table, researching ways to defeat Lucifer. But the space was vacant. Adam took a step closer to the sound, realizing that the heavy metal door was cracked open.

And the voices belonged to Castiel and Michael.

Taken with curiosity, Adam instantly tip-toed his way closer to the open door. He desperately wanted to know what they were talking about, and find out if Michael had told Cas about their moment. Hoping to get some answers, Adam loitered near the door; staying as silent as possible, waiting to hear what was being said.

" - these emotions are so difficult to understand," Michael's lovely voice said, slightly echoing down the set of stairs, "How did you do it, Castiel? How did you manage them, when you first rebelled?"

"In many ways, I'm still figuring it out," Castiel's voice replied, "but, with a bit of guidance and time, I came to learn that not all emotions can be controlled. Anger, fear, love. All of those things are instinctual, and prolonged exposure to humans will only magnify those feelings. But allowing yourself to feel them, does not mean that you're giving in to weakness. It simply means you are willing to experience things from a human perspective. Especially love, brother. Love is the most potent emotion of all."

A small silence lingered between the two angels for a moment, while Adam stared blankly toward the wooden table in the center of the room. Why were they talking about emotions?

"And... and you know this because of Dean?" Michael prompted, "You've experienced it first hand with him?"

"Yes," Castiel answered carefully, "Dean has opened my eyes to many things, but love is something that I cherish the most. Because we felt it together."

"Exactly," Michael said, his voice weary, "It took consent from both sides of your union, in order to transform your platonic relationship into a romantic one."

"And, you fear that the boy does not feel the same way you do?" Castiel assumed.

Chills tingled down Adam's entire spine. The boy? Were they talking about Adam? Was Michael feeling something for him? The teenager eased even closer to the gap of the door, desperate to hear Michael's response.

"Why would he?" Michael replied, "I've given him no reason to feel anything toward me but distrust."

Adam's eyes narrowed at the door. Distrust? Ugh, how could Michael possibly think that? Adam trusted him more than anyone!

"If his trust is what you desire," Castiel said quietly, "then, perhaps you should try being honest with him. Tell him of what happened during his time as your vessel, and explain your true feelings for him."

"But... What if my words only cut him deeper?" Michael asked, his voice sounding full of anxiety.

"The only way to know for sure, is to tell him," Castiel answered.

Adam felt like running outside. He felt like bolting up the stairs, racing up to Michael, and telling him that it was okay; that he could handle anything Michael wanted to tell him. But his feet didn't move. As much as Adam wanted so badly to hear Michael's explanation – for his missing memories, secret love, and everything – he also didn't want to get hurt again. What if Michael was right? What if hearing about what happened in the cage only cut him deeper? Adam was already grieving for his mother. Would he be able to bear even more pain?

Though part of him wanted to stand at the door and wait for Michael to come back inside, Adam forced himself to step away. He knew he shouldn't have been eavesdropping on Michael's private conversation, and he shouldn't have heard anything that was said just now. But, somewhere deep down in the pit of his soul, Adam was content with what he'd learned. Because, even if Michael never took Castiel's advice and told him how he felt, Adam knew one thing for certain.

Between Adam and Michael, love ran both ways.

(Author's Note: One of these days, I'm gonna write a story in which someone actually gets upset about Destiel and Sabriel... But it is not this day! :) I'm sure finding out that both of your brothers are in relationships with male angels can be pretty shocking. But, when you're falling for one, I assume it changes your perspective just a bit. ;) Ah, Dickie. That pervy little dog has got some explaining to do, eh? :) I don't know how he got that magazine off the mantle. I guess he just has a magnetic pull of all things porn. :) I don't know if you could tell by the end of this chapter, but the next one is going to be fluffy as hell. Plus, it's gonna get pretty steamy pretty fast. ;) I might have to change that rating to something a little stronger than 'T.' :) My birthday is this Sunday, (Woohoo! 24!) which is why I'm publishing a little early this week. But, hopefully, we'll be back on schedule next week. (I'll try not to drink too much. But, no promises.) ;) Thank you so much for reading! The next chapter will be out soon! :)

Deanstiel's Daughter, Hey! I'm glad you're back! :) I hope that your busy days slow down a bit for you. :) Yeah, I was listening to that song in the car, thinking, 'Oh, God! Its a Midam song! I've gotta put it in there!' :) You and I must share the same views on angelic grace. The show doesn't do it justice, does it? :) Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, darling! Hope you liked this chapter, too! :)

tattereddove, Aww, thank you so much! :) Sorry for breaking your heart. But hopefully this chapter, and the next, will mend it just a little. ;) I hope you're up for some fluffy smut! :) Thanks for reading!

masterjediratgrl31, Thank you! :) When I first thought it up (in my cousin's dorm room, I might add,) I actually gasped out loud and scribbled it out on a piece of paper. :) I'm so glad you're enjoying it!

LadyAnalyn, Actually, Gabriel was making a joke. He just didn't know he was. ;) Yeah, Adam was a little dense, but not anymore. :) And, you've just earned yourself a few house points for predicting the Sabriel PDA! Good job! :D And, how about Dean giving himself away? Lol. Poor guy. :) Yes, Bobby knows that there weren't any bombs dropped here. But, you're right. He probably had to go through the whole 'duck and cover' training. (Have you seen the movie 'The Iron Giant'? Because your review totally made me think of it.) :) I hope you liked this new chapter, as well! Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, babe! :)

Vampyric Death 1322, I know! Gabe is such a cock-block! :) But, thankfully, he won't be around in the next chapter. ;) Thanks for reading, darling! Hope you enjoyed the new chapter! :)

hellosweetpea, Lol, yes! That Impala has survived more destruction than Chuck Norris. (In fact, I believe it could very well survive Chuck Norris himself.) ;) Ah, yes! The Great Pumpkin could very well arrive. (Or, it could just be Dickie's shadow. You never know.) :) Yeah, it was supposed to be a very sappy moment, when Adam said his own name. But Gabe had to go and ruin it. Luckily, Adam got a little revenge in this chapter, by catching Gabe and Sam together. :) I hope you liked it, and I know you'll enjoy the next chapter even more. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, darling! Hope to hear from you, soon! :)

Angel of Randomosity, I, too, am upset with JK Rowling for killing off our beloved characters. But, I'm also upset with her, about not making my very first OTP canon. (Yes, I ship Harry and Hermione. Always have, always will.) So, you're not alone in your anger. :) And, Adam may have been blind to Destiel and Sabriel before, but not anymore! :) Our little baby Winchester is goin' places now! :) Thank you for reading and reviewing, babe! :)

Kats1997, You won't have to wait very much longer, sweetheart. ;)

LeeMarieJack, Trust me, babe. I share your same feelings. I've basically had to build these characters from the ground up, because they're hardly in the show at all. But, hopefully, I've done an okay job of it. :) I very much hope you enjoyed this new chapter, too. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing! :)