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I was fast this time! Inspiration has been kind of slow for this story for awhile, but my muse decided to work while I had my back turned, and this popped out!

Chapter 7 Little Brother

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not on you; you're on me," DJ said pleasantly (as though he was commenting on the weather), looking at the mini Adam with interest.

This was hardly heard over Sam's "Language, Adam!"

"I didn't know you at six, Sammy. I'm more than likely to tell you where to shove it," Adam mumbled into his shoulder.

"You ok, Kiddo?" Sam asked, rubbing his hand up and down Adam's spine.

"Well, that depends on your definition of ok," Adam deliberated. "Physically, I'm not in pain. Mentally I'm sick and tired of angels pulling me out of my death. Not that my death was all that pleasant this time, but if I have to die, why can't I just stay dead?"

"Join the club," Sam snorted at the same time as Dean cut in with, "Because that's not the way Winchesters roll."

"Dean," Adam said, finally looking up from Sam's shoulder. "I'm sorry. If I had known I wouldn't have- but they were angels, and I wanted to see my mother."

"Hey, don't worry," Dean reassured. "I would've done the same thing if two guys I didn't know showed up and tried to overturn everything I knew."

"No you wouldn't have," Adam smirked. "You would've punched them and told them extremely explicitly where they could shove it, and started demanding to know where you brother was."

"True enough," Dean grinned. "You like that phrase, don't you?"

"Sammy likes it. That's what he told Lucifer every single day for three hundred and sixty years; I guess I kind of picked it up."

"Three hundred and sixty?" Dean whispered.

"Oh yeah." He turned to look at Sam. "You didn't tell him?"

"He didn't need to know. A hundred and eighty was enough for him to worry about."

Adam rolled his eyes. "You're an idiot. Time in hell depends on where you are, and what Lucifer likes. Where you were, time went at a ratio of one month to ten years, but you were close to the mouth of Hell so the angels could pull you out when they needed to. Sam and I were in the deepest bowels of the place where Lucifer controls everything. He liked torturing us, so he made time go very slowly."

"See, this is why I always insist you tell me everything; you have no sense of what's important and what isn't when it comes to yourself," Dean huffed.

"Didn't want you to worry," Sam mumbled, looking down.

"As informative and interesting as all this is, who is he?" DJ asked.

Little Adam had backed away from all of them towards the door when full sized Adam stopped him. "Don't bother; Sam'll just hunt you down later. He's extremely good at hide and seek too."

"He's our youngest brother," Dean answered.

Everyone stopped dead. "What?" Sammy finally asked.

"That month that Dad disappeared? He got hurt, met a widow, and, well, the rest should be pretty obvious. Thanks for telling us about him, by the way. We simply loved meeting him for the first time after your death and his. We couldn't even tell the difference between him and ghoul because we'd never met him," Dean directed this at their father.

"Ghoul?" John asked, alarmed. "He was supposed to be safe this way. That's why I left him with his mother."

"Yeah, go 'head and tell that to the ghoul that ate me," Adam scowled. "That isn't a good memory to have. And that doesn't even include all the other monsters that bothered me over the years. Do you know how hard it is to kill a demon when you have no idea what you're dealing with in the first place? I read through the Bible about a million times after it finally told me what it was, but I didn't really find anything, so I turned to other sources."

"You got bothered by monsters?" DJ asked worriedly. Over protectiveness didn't just extend towards one baby brother after all. He would probably always be a little more protective of Sam, but it looked like Sam could cover as far as Adam was concerned.

"What, you thought the monsters would leave me and Sammy alone simply because you weren't there?" Adam laughed.

"Sammy too?" John questioned worriedly, as he looked towards his two youngest sons. "Why didn't you ever tell us?"

"You didn't need anything more to worry about," Sammy mumbled.

"Is that what you say about everything that hurts you?" DJ demanded angrily. "You have to tell me, or I can't do anything about it. How did they even get to you with all the protections we had placed before we left?"

"Not all monsters are completely stupid," Sam answered. "They attacked me on my way to and from school, sometimes even at school. Whenever they could get me with out another hunter watching me. I learned to deal with it; no biggy."

"Yeah, until one of them kills you later," Dean snapped.

"None of them ever killed me," Sam said mildly.

"But they could've!" John scolded.

"Can this wait 'till later? I'm pretty sure we've got my younger self thoroughly freaked by now," Adam interrupted.

"Stay here," Sam practically ordered as he got to his feet.

Adam didn't protest, just watched as Sam cautiously made his way to his younger self's side. He caught sight of the cast wrapped around his big brother's ankle and drew in a sharp breath, but correctly assumed now wasn't the time to have a freak out over it.

Sam sat down on the floor as soon as he was within arm's reach of mini Adam. He didn't say anything at first, just sat quietly and watched the younger boy.

"What-?" Dean started to ask.

"Shh," the older Adam shushed. "You think he hasn't had to deal with a six year old version of me before? The first time was the time he took the longest to calm me down. It took him about an hour then. Now he can have any version of me at any age practically jumping into his arms within a minute and a half."

Sure enough, Sam rejoined the group then, holding mini Adam expertly on his hip.

"This is your older self," Sam explained gently, pointing to the bigger Adam.

"Hi," Adam greeted cheerfully. He got up off the couch and stocked to Sam's side, standing close enough to be touching at all times.

Sam slid his free arm around Adam's shoulders without a second thought, and Adam leaned into him.

"That's Dean," Sam continued, nodding at his big brother since he couldn't point now. "He's the oldest, and he can get really bossy," he proclaimed.

"Hey!" Dean complained. He knew what Sam was going for, though, so he wasn't too offended.

And Sam's maneuver worked anyway, which was proven when mini Adam giggled a little. The tiny smile that touched Sam's lips made it worth being made fun of. He had made both his baby brothers happy without having to do anything at all.

"That's his younger self. We're calling him DJ right now 'cause his middle name is Jonathon, and we don't want to get him and the bigger Dean confused," Sam continued.

"Hey," DJ smiled at the little boy.

Baby brothers were made to be treated like God's most precious gifts, as far as he was concerned. Having another brother was thrilling, and he could see Sammy was liking the idea of having someone to take care of. Not that Dean would be shirking his responsibility in that respect, but he guessed it wouldn't be too horrible to let Sammy help him.

"That's the younger me," Sam introduced. "We're calling him Sammy right now."

"Does that mean I can't call you Sammy?" the older Adam pouted.

Sam rolled his eyes. "What would you call him to differentiate between the two of us?" he asked.

Adam thought for a few seconds. "I don't know," he finally gave in.

Sam ran a hand through his hair with amusement painted all over his face.

"That's Uncle Bobby," he motioned to the older man standing near the door. "He's really crotchety, and if he says you're an idjit, it means he likes you."

"Watch what you say, boy. I ain't deaf," Bobby grunted. "And I can be nice if I want to be."

"So you never want to be?" Dean questioned innocently.

Bobby growled and gave Dean a look that said he would be sorry for that comment later.

Dean shrugged unconcernedly.

Sam turned to their father last. "I think you know-"

"Daddy," mini Adam declared, looking at John.

"Yeah," Sam smiled. "Now we just need to find a way to differentiate between the two of you."

Bigger Adam wrinkled his nose. "All my nicknames are really weird," he complained. He threw a slightly accusing look at Sam.

Sam laughed. "Don't look at me; I learned from Dean," he chuckled.

Adam switched his glare to Dean.

"What's the most normal one you have?" John asked curiously.

Dean kind of had a thing with nicknames (he went crazy with them when it came to Sam) and he was curious to see what his younger son had come up with.

"Well, my name doesn't have any normal abbreviations, so the only thing we've got to work with there is Ads. Which isn't weird at all," his youngest said sarcastically.

"And then there's the ones that aren't derived from my name. The most normal one from that group is probably Skittles."

"Skittles?" both Deans and John asked incredulously.

:"Skittles," Sam and bigger Adam confirmed in unison.

"Why?" Sammy asked.

"Adam has something of a skittles fetish. I started calling him that after the first time I found him in the kitchen, buried under a pile of skittles so big I could hardly see his head," Sam explained, a sly grin stretching across his face.

"The kitchen?" Dean questioned with confusion.

"Yeah," Sam stated. "See, Lucifer was amazing at physical torture, but Michal specialized in mental/emotional torture. He decided they could torture us more easily if they allowed as to get attached to each other."

"So we got to live hundreds of different lives," Adam took up the story. "each time we lived through a normal life span, and then died into a new life. But I never aged past fifteen, so Sam got pretty used to having to deal with me under that age."

"Michel is almost more creative than Lucifer, so the lives were all different too," Sam continued. "Sometimes we were brothers in ancient Greece, some times I was the 'dad' and Adam was the 'son' in a modern day neighborhood."

"And you frigging told Michel that you were too old to play house," Adam scowled. "Do you have any concept of how to avoid being flayed within an inch of your life? Like at all, dude?"

Everyone watched with dropped jaws as Sam and Adam casually went over what was actually hell to them.

"Well what was I supposed to do; let him beat the hell out of you for behaving like a five year old when you were a five year old? Oh, and let's not forget that he's the one that made you five in the first place," Sam snarked.

"Yes!" Adam cried. "Not like you ever let him touch me anyway," he grumbled. "I could've taken my fair share, but noooooooooooooooo; you wouldn't give in."

"Damn right I didn't," Sam declared. "Did they actually think I would ever take up their stupid offer? It sucked!"

"Oh I don't know, it sounded pretty good to me," Adam snarled back.

"They wanted to take me off the rack (or whatever else I was strapped down on) in exchange for putting you on!" Sam exclaimed angrily. "I would never do that."

"I did," Dean put in. "I got off the rack."

"Let's put it this way," Sam ground out. "My baby brother was the next and only other person in line. I highly doubt you would've gotten off the rack if they told you they were going to put me on-"

"Hell no!" Dean interrupted.

"Exactly! So why in the name of all things good and holy would I get off when they told me they were going to put Adam on?" Sam finished.

Dead silence.

"That's what I thought," Sam drawled smugly. He shifted his weight slightly off of his bad foot.

"What happened to your ankle?" Adam broke the resulting silence.

"I would love to know that too," DJ piped in.

"Oh," Sam blinked. "I broke it on a hunt yesterday."

"You went hunting yesterday?" Sammy inquired disbelievingly.

"It was my idea," Dean defended.

Sam looked at Dean with raised eyebrows. It wasn't often that Dean tried to take the blame for things that were at least partially Sam's fault now-a-days. When they were younger, it had been a regular occurrence, but that had changed (like everything else) with Stanford.

Why was Dean reacting like he had when they actually belonged in this time?

"But I went along with it," Sam added in. "It was an easy hunt anyway. I was just tired," Sam shrugged.

"There's no such thing as an 'easy' hunt," Bobby snorted. "You should know that by now if you have as much experience hunting as I think you do."

"I've been out in the field since I was twelve," Sam informed him. "And believe me when I say there is such a thing as an easy hunt, and I would simply love to be able to focus on the less challenging ones back home."

"So why don't you?" John asked curiously. He wasn't really keen on the idea of his babies taking on hunts that made what they were hunting now seem easy. It made his skin crawl to think of them doing it without his help.

"You're kidding, right?" bigger Adam asked. "We're Winchesters; there's no way we're going to be allowed to let the big things blow over without our help. Hell, I got dragged out of my death twice now, both by angels."

"You're lucky it was only twice," Dean snorted. "How many times have you died now, Sam?"

"I lost count," Sam dismissed carelessly. "But you've died more, if you count the Tuesday."

"I don't remember, so it doesn't count," Dean denied.

"Yeah, well, I do," Sam complained. "I so did not need to deal with all those memories."

"Not much I can do about that. Memory spells are too tricky to play around with," Dean stated apologetically.

John had just opened his mouth to interrupt and scold about playing around with magic, when someone started pounding on the door.

"Bobby! Let us in, Bobby!" the voice came from outside.

Sam and Dean exchanged looks. Here comes trouble.

And I'm done!

What does everyone think of Adam? I've never really written him before, but I liked his character and decided to give it a try.

I really need a nickname for him, so help would be appreciated. It sounds too weird to write "Skittles said" and I looked up nicknames for guys called Adam without finding anything that sounds normal to write.

Right now I'm stuck with writing "big Adam" and "mini or little Adam" to differentiate.

My computer is having problems, so I don't know when I'm going to be able to get the next one out.

Listening to "Re-education (through Labor)" by Rise Against. Love that band.