I do not own Supernatural. I do own Kat and Sarakiel. Contains dialogue and action from Season 4, Episode 19: Jump the Shark.
Kat was sitting with Sam and Dean in Cousin Oliver's Hilltop Cafe in Windom, Minnesota. Dean had gotten a call on John's old phone from a kid named Adam Milligan. Adam was claiming to be John's son, and that he needed John's help. They had raced there, Dean not saying a word the whole way there. Sam had done his research, which Kat was rereading. Adam Milligan was born September 29, 1990 to Kate Milligan. There was no father listed on the birth certificate. An Eagle Scout, Adam graduated high school with honors and attends The University of Wisconsin as a pre-med biology major. He seemed like a model kid, but Kat got why Dean was so on edge. He was convinced that this was a trap, set up by the demons. They had chosen a four-seat table in the corner, with Dean making sure that Kat was on his side, next to the window. Sam had pulled out John's journal.
"Dean, I'm telling you, the kid checks out," he implored his brother.
"Great," Dean said, dismissively. "So he's an actual person on the planet Earth. Sucks he's got a demon in him." Just then, a young waitress with a nametag that said 'Denise' on it, approached the table with water glasses and menus.
"Hi," she greeted cheerfully, handing them each a glass of water. "Welcome to Cousin Oliver's."
"Thanks," Kat and Sam said, smiling at her.
"Can I…"
"We're actually waiting on somebody," Dean said, cutting her off. Denise slapped menus down in front of each of them, annoyed.
"Thank you," Sam managed a half-hearted smile before she stalked away. As soon as she was gone, Dean dumped the water glass – the one meant for Adam - out in the plant behind them. He then pulled flask out of the duffel bag he had brought in. "Holy water?" Sam asked.
"Yup," Dean confirmed. "One sip of Jesus juice, this evil bitch is gonna be in a world of hurt." He put the glass back on the table as Denise walked past, and pulled out a felt-wrapped bundle when she was gone.
"And what if he's not possessed?" Kat asked.
"Then he's a shapeshifter," Dean answered, placing silver cutlery at Adam's place at the table, moving the silverware that was already there and dropping it to the floor.
"Hence the silver," Sam commented.
"Look," Dean said, determined. "Either way, this thing is gonna bleed. I mean, using Dad as bait? That's the last mistake of it's short, pitiful life." Sam frowned as his brother. He glanced at Kat, who just shook her head. Dean looked between both of them as they both frowned at him. "What?" Sam looked away, trying to find the words he needed. "What?" Dean asked again.
"Dean, listen," Sam finally said, flipping through the journal. "There's an entry in Dad's journal from January of 1990, saying he's headed to Minnesota to check out a case. That's roughly, oh, about nine months before the kid was born."
"Coincidence," Dean said quickly. Sam's bitch face came out in full force.
"Coincidence," he repeated, scoffing. "The next two pages of the journal? Torn out." He opened the journal, confirming his description.
"You're not actually buying this, are you?" Dean asked his little brother, with a look at Kat to ask the same question.
"Look, man. I don't want to believe it either. I'm just saying it's possible," Sam said, closing the journal and waving it slightly. Dean looked at Kat.
"Dean, it's not completely out of the question. Your dad was human…with human needs," Kat said.
"Kat's right," Sam said. "I mean, Dad would be gone for weeks at a time, and he wasn't exactly a monk. A hunter rolls into town, kills a monster, saves the girl…sometimes the girl's grateful."
"Well, now I'm thinking about Dad sex. Stop talking," Dean muttered.
"Maybe he slipped one past the goalie," Sam finished.
"Dude!" Dean exclaimed, disgusted. Just then, the door chimes went off. A young man with tousled blonde hair and blue eyes walked in, looking around. Sam turned around as Kat and Dean locked gazes on him.
"Adam?" Sam called. Adam turned at the sound of his name, and walked over as Sam raised his hand in greeting.
"You Sam?" Adam asked as he came over.
"Yeah," Sam replied. "Uh, this is Dean," he said, motioning to his brother across the table. "And this is…"
"My girlfriend, Kat," Dean said, finishing Sam's sentence. Both Sam and Kat looked at the elder Winchester in surprise. Kat felt her heart flutter, and heat rise to her face. However, improv being a critical skill for hunters, they went with it.
"Yeah, hi," Kat managed to get out. Adam nodded at the two of them, set his backpack down on the floor, and sat down next to Sam as Dean took Kat's hand and gently held it on the table. She could feel how tense he was, and she gave him a reassuring squeeze to try and relax him. It sort of worked.
"So, um…how did you know my dad?" Adam asked as a half-hearted attempt at friendly conversation.
"Uh, we worked together," Sam said, taking the lead. Adam looked confused.
"How did he die?"
"On the job," Sam replied.
"He was a mechanic, right?" Adam asked, still looking confused.
"A car fell on him," Dean said, demonstrating his improv skills with a flawless delivery. Denise came back to the table, in a much better mood now that Adam was here.
"Hey, Adam," she said. "How you doing?" She started to put a glass of water in front of him, but Dean took it from in front of him.
"Oh, I'll take that," Dean said, vitriol dripping from his voice behind his award-winning smile. "I'm very thirsty." He sipped the water as Denise looked on, displeased.
"The usual, Adam?" she asked the younger boy.
"Uh yeah," he answered, still a little confused. "Thanks, Denise." She left, and Adam picked up the glass of holy water that Dean had filled a few minutes earlier. The three hunters watched carefully as Adam took a sip…and nothing happened.
"So," Sam said, trying to keep the mood lighter. "When's the last time you saw John?"
"I don't even know," Adam replied. "It's…a couple of years." Kat felt Dean shift as he pulled out his gun underneath the table and point it at Adam. Kat felt her adrenaline start rushing as she squeezed Dean's hand a little harder.
"Why did you decide to call him now?" Sam continued, noticing Kat's change.
"I didn't know who else to call. He's the only family I got," Adam replied. Sam just looked at him. "My mom's missing." Sam and Kat looked at each other for a second.
"Really? I'm sorry," Sam said. "Uh, for how long?" This had the makings of a case.
"It's tragic, really," Dean said, the vitriol still in his voice. "But if you're John's kid, how come we've never heard of you?"
"Cause John and me didn't really know each other," Adam replied. "Not until a few years ago, anyway."
"What do you mean?" Sam asked.
"My mom never talked about him," Adam said. "I knew some stuff,"
"What kind of stuff?" Kat asked, squeezing Dean's hand even harder to keep him quiet.
"My mom's a nurse, and Dad came into the ER, pretty torn up. Hunting accident or something," Adam answered. The hunters shared a look as Adam continued. "And I knew his name: John Winchester. That's about it. We're not exactly a nuclear family."
"Yeah, well, who is these days?" Sam commented.
"So, when did you, uh," Dean said, taking Kat's cue and calming down a little. "When did you finally meet him?"
"When I was twelve," Adam replied. "My mom had one of his old numbers, and after I begged her – God, twenty-four seven – she finally called him." Kat felt Dean tense up again, and noticed his hand tightening on the gun. "God, when John heard he had a son, he raced to town. I mean, he dropped everything. He drove all night." Dean looked like he was going to kill the kid when Denise walked up with a plate of food, which she placed in front of Adam.
"There you go," she said.
"Thanks," Adam said, giving her a little smile.
"Well, that's heartwarming," Dean spat. Adam looked at the three of them, and indicated his lunch.
"You mind?" he asked. Kid has manners, Kat thought, a small grin crossing her face.
"Please, dig in," Dean replied. All three of them watched as Adam pulled the napkin out without touching the silver tools in front of him. Kat distinctly heard the gun under the table cock.
"He would swing by once a year or so," Adam continued, picking up the silverware. There was no reaction. The kid was human. Dean looked away, uncocking the gun and putting it away as Adam dug in. "You know, called when he could, but still. He taught me poker and pool, and even bought me my first beer when I was fifteen. And, uh…he showed me how to drive. Dad, he had this beautiful 'sixty-seven Impala…"
"Oh, this is crap," Dean exclaimed. Kat and Sam winced. Adam had pushed the Baby button. "You know what, you're lying."
"No, I'm not," Adam replied, confused and hurt. Dean wasn't convinced.
"Uh, yeah, you are."
"I'm sorry, but who the hell are you to call me a liar?" Adam snapped, going on the offensive.
"We're John Winchester's sons, that's who," Dean said, indicating himself and Sam. "WE are his sons." Adam sat there, stunned.
"I've got brothers?" he asked softly. Kat felt bad for the kid. He lost his mom and dad, and just when he thought he didn't have any family left, he finds out he has brothers. Dean, however, wasn't having it.
"No, you don't have brothers. Look, man, I don't know if you're a hunter or what kind of game you're playing here," Dean snarled.
"I have never been hunting in my life," Adam said.
"Whatever, I'm out of here," Dean scoffed. "Come on, Sam, Kat." Dean got up to leave before Adam made him stop with a simple sentence.
"I can prove it."
They followed Adam to his house. Once they were in, Adam showed them a picture of him and John. John was wearing a baseball cap, and they appeared to be at a game."
"He took you to a baseball game?" Dean asked, incredulous.
"Yeah, when I turned fourteen," Adam replied, as if it were normal. "Dad was around for a few of my birthdays." Sam, who was holding John's journal, flipped to a page and read out loud from it.
"September 29th, 2004. One word: 'Minnesota'," he said, looking at Dean, confirming what Adam was saying. John was intentionally vague about this, and Kat knew why. He had gone and – as Dean would probably put it – cheated on Mary. Adam was oblivious to all of this, John having never mentioned the fact that he was a widower/hunter taking care of two sons on his own. He knew that, someday, his sons would inherit his journal. He would never want them to know about something that he probably viewed as shameful. Furthermore, it looked as though John had tried to give Adam as normal of a life as possible, something he didn't do with his two legitimate sons. Dean was clearly thinking the same thing.
"He took you to a freakin' baseball game?" he repeated.
"Yeah," Adam said again. "Why? What'd Dad do with you on your birthday?" As he took the picture back, Dean gave a very sarcastic shrug. "Oh…" Adam looked away as he was frowned at by the elder Winchester.
"Adam, you said you called Dad because your mom was missing," Sam said, jumping in to change the subject, something that Kat internally thanked him for.
"Yeah."
"How long has she been gone?" Sam had gone into case mode.
"Three days."
"Who was the last person to see her?" Dean asked, joining Sam.
"Mr. Abbinanti, our neighbor," Adam replied. "He saw her come home Tuesday night, but she never showed up to work on Wednesday." Kat and Dean noticed another picture, one of John hugging Kate, who looked an awful lot like Mary. Kat understood even more now.
"Did you call the police?" Sam asked.
"Mom's supervisor at the hospital did. And then I drove down here as fast as I could," Adam replied. He then looked down. "I should have been here," he added quietly.
"What'd the, uh, what'd the cops say?" Dean asked as a half-hearted attempt to keep Adam focused.
"That they, uh, they searched the house," Adam said. "They didn't find anything." After a pause, he continued. "She wouldn't leave without telling anybody. It's like she just dropped off the face of the earth, you know?"
The four of them walked upstairs to Kate's room to have a look around. Dean checked behind the dresser, as Kat noticed more pictures of a younger Adam with Kate and John, as well as one of an even younger Adam with just Kate. Dean focused on the on with his dad.
"The, uh, nightstand was knocked over," he said, trying to focus back on the case. "Was there anything else?"
"Oh, not really," Adam replied. "The sheriff said there's no sign of a break-in." Dean and Sam looked around the room. "What you think the cops missed something?"
"They don't have my eyes," Dean replied absently.
"You're a mechanic," Adam pointed out.
"Yeah, that's right," Dean replied, as if Adam had just become Captain Obvious. After a second of silence, Adam looked as though he was taking a leap off of a cliff.
"Dean, what else can you tell me about dad?" he asked his newly-discovered half-brother.
"You knew him," Dean said as he looked around more.
"Not as well as you," Adam pointed out.
"Trust me, kid," Dean said, locking eyes with the boy. "You don't want to know." Adam was about to say something when Sam appeared, holding some papers.
"Give us a minute," he said to Adam, and walked out of the room.
"Dean seems a little on edge," Adam commented when they were out of earshot. "Is he always like this?"
"Only when it comes to John," Kat replied, looking around.
"Why?" Adam sat down on the bed and looked at her. Kat took a breath and faced Adam.
"He blames himself for John's death," she said, not caring what Dean might say later. Adam was family, and he had a right to know.
"Dean blames himself for a car falling on him?" Adam said, incredulous. Kat mentally kicked herself for not remembering the cover story in the heat of the moment. She had to think fast…and she did.
"Dean's the eldest. He's one hell of a mechanic. Who do you think takes care of that Impala out there?" Kat said, motioning to where the car was parked. "He wasn't in the shop the day John died. He was sick. The police said that John saved a coworker because he heard the car start to fall. They didn't get the car off of him fast enough. He bled out before the paramedics could get there. Dean still figures that he could have done something to save John had he been there." Adam stood there, wide eyed. Kat thought that Dean would be proud of her improv skills, something she had been honing since traveling with the boys had become normal for her. With a sigh, she sat down on the bed next to him. "Dean has literally been through Hell, and Sam has done everything he can to try and keep him together."
"What about you? Aren't you his girlfriend?" Adam said. Shit…smart kid, Kat thought.
"Yeah, but Dean and I haven't been together for very long," she replied. "We met about six months ago, when they were…on a hunting trip in the same town that I was writing a travel blog article for. They were in the same diner I was, we got to talking, and after a few days, Dean asked me to go with them. I was going the same way anyway, and they seemed like fun guys. They've exposed me to some things I've never done before, like how to fix cars. I guess we kind of just hit it off."
This was, of course, a bold-faced lie. Kat didn't have the heart to say "Hey, I'm the vessel of an Archangel who's trapped up in Heaven by her older brothers. I met the guys when she was ripped from my body after helping them catch a dangerous demon who helped Dean jumpstart the apocalypse!" Adam wasn't the wiser, and Dean wasn't ready to tell him the truth yet. Kat respected his wishes and made up as much as she could. Then, Dean walked back in to the room, holding up the picture of another missing person.
"Hey, does your mom know Joe Barton?" Dean asked, holding up the photo.
"Uh, I don't think so," Adam replied. "Why?" Dean looked back at his brother, and then back to Adam. It was then that he noticed the long scratches by Adam's feet, leading to under the bed. Kat followed his eyes, and noticed them too.
"What is it?" Adam said, his eyes not leaving Dean.
"Watch out," Dean said, and flipped the edge of the comforter up as Adam got out of the way. He looked under the bed, and looked at Adam and Sam. "Give me a hand with the mattress," he said. The other two obliged, and all four of them find themselves staring at a vent, one big enough for a full-grown person to fit through. Dean and Sam both looked at each other, and Kat rolled her eyes as they rock-paper-scissored for who would go in. To Kat's complete lack of surprise, Sam won with rock over scissors. "Every time," Dean said, hands on his hips. Dean wasn't down there for very long, and when he came back up, he was white as a sheet. He told Adam to call the cops again, and all but pushed Sam and Kat out the door.
They were checked in to the Kismet motel before too long. Dean sat on the bed cleaning his shotgun while Sam and Kat answered some emails and did some research on the case that Sam had brought to Dean's attention in the house. There was a knock on the door. When Sam opened it, Adam was standing there in a fury.
"Who the hell are you?" he demanded as he walked in.
"Adam, hey," Sam managed to get out as Adam pushed past him. Kat sat Dean quickly throw a cloth over the shotgun he was cleaning and stood up to face the angry young man. "Take it easy," Sam said as the whirlwind known as Adam Milligan stalked the room. Kat shut her laptop and stood up.
"No, don't tell me to take it easy, okay?" Adam fired back. "My house is a crime scene, my mom's probably dead, and you two – well, you tell me to call the cops, but you bail before they show? So, who are you really?" No one answered, so he continued his tirade, looking at Dean. "Cops didn't know where to look for my mom, Dean, but you did. And I heard you talking earlier – something about grave robberies." Kat then saw Adam's eyes move to the shotgun sticking out from underneath the blanket. "You're not mechanics. I just want to know what's going on here." When no one said anything, he added, somewhat desperately, "Please."
"We're hunters," Sam said, once again taking the lead.
"Sammy!" Dean snapped.
"He has a right to know, Dean," Sam fired back.
"What do you mean, 'hunters'?" Adam asked. Dean shook his head as Sam launched into the truth. Dean stepped outside and Kat followed him out.
"Dean, you okay?" Kat asked as the door shut.
"Not really," Dean said, looking around as he leaned on Baby. "I mean…why didn't Dad tell us? About Adam?"
"Dean, your Dad probably didn't want him dragged in to the hunt for Azazel. Hunting isn't exactly a glamourous life, is it?" Kat said, moving up next to him. "That's probably why he tried to give him as normal of a life as possible, and why he stayed away as much as he did."
"But…what about mom?" Dean said, looking at Kat.
"Your mom had been gone for how long? He was human, Dean, and you should know as well as anyone that humans have needs," Kat said, keeping her voice as gentle as possible. "Don't you think your mom would want your dad to be happy?"
"She'd want him to be loyal to her, not sleep around and make more kids," Dean snapped. "Wasn't he happy enough hunting down that thing that killed her?"
"Were you?" Kat asked, overlooking the snap. Dean opened his mouth to say something, but something in his face changed and he closed his mouth, looking down at the ground.
"I guess not," Dean said softly.
"Life on the road gets lonely, you know that," Kat said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Your dad only had you and Sam, and you two have each other. You two do a lot for each other, but there are things that you can't do for him, or him for you. Your dad loved your mom, there's no doubt in my mind. He just needed to forget sometimes." Dean looked up slightly, locking his green eyes on Kat's gray ones.
"You're right, life does get lonely on the road. And there are things that Sammy and I can't do for each other," he said. "That's why I hope you'll stick around." Kat felt her heart start fluttering again.
"What?"
"Look, I suck at this romance kind of stuff," Dean said, taking both of her hands, and facing her squarely. "What I said back in the diner…that was my way of asking." Kat's eyes grew wide.
"Dean…were you seriously asking me to be your girlfriend?" she asked quietly.
"If I said yes…was your answer at the diner a yes?" Kat hadn't seen Dean vulnerable many times. It was usually when he was talking about his family, especially Sam. However, the light of hope sparkling in his eyes was strong, as was the shadow of a wall that he was ready to throw up at rejection.
In truth, Kat had been thinking about this ever since that incident with Chuck. Their makeout session outside of the hotel had sparked something, and the one time that Sam kissed her, she realized that the only one she could think about was Dean. A slow smile spread across her face, and she gave a small nod, her gray eyes sparkling.
"It was."
"So…you'll be…" Dean said, a goofy grin spreading across his own face. Kat answered by pulling her hands from his, grabbing the back of his head, and pulling him into a searing kiss. Dean reacted almost immediately, wrapping his arms around her waist and hoisting her up. When she broke away a few seconds later, her feet were still in the air. The two smiled at each other as Dean slowly put Kat down, not letting her go without one last kiss. After a moment of silent bliss, Kat looked at the door to the hotel room.
"We should get back in there before Sam starts with the life story," she said. Dean sighed and nodded.
"At least I'm not going in there alone," he said, taking her hand and leading her back in to the hotel room. Adam and Sam were sat across from each other. Sam glanced at the pair now holding hands, but he ignored it as the two joined them on the beds, Dean sitting next to Sam, and Kat sitting next to Adam.
"Okay, so basically," Adam said as they sat down. "You're saying that every movie monster, every nightmare that I've ever had, that's all real?"
"Godzilla's just a movie," Dean offered.
"We hunt them," Sam said. "So did Dad."
"And what about you?" Adam asked Kat. "Are you really Dean's girlfriend?"
"That much is true, yeah," Kat replied. "I just also happen to be a witch." All three were shocked when Adam just nodded.
"Okay."
"'okay'?" Dean said. "That's it?"
"What am I supposed to say?" Adam asked.
"That we're liars, that we're crazy," Dean replied, choosing the two most standard replies that normal people give. "Nobody just says 'okay'."
"Well, you're my brothers," Adam said. "You're telling me the truth, right?"
"Yeah," Dean said, still skeptical.
"Then I believe you," Adam concluded. "Now, what took my mom?" Right down to business. He's more like them then they realize, Kat thought with a grin.
"We're not sure," Sam said. "Something's in town stealing bodies, living and dead, but we don't know what yet."
"There's a long list of freaks that fit the bill," Dean added.
"You think maybe she might still be alive?" Adam asked. Dean looked down without answering. Sam looked down as Adam turned to him, and Kat did the same thing when he turned to her. "Oh," he said quietly. After a second, he looked back up at the three of them. "How can I help?"
"You can't," Dean said automatically.
"This thing killed my mom. If you're hunting it, I want in," Adam snapped. Kat could see a familiar fire in his eyes. It was the same fire that was in Dean and Sam's eyes whenever they talked about Lilith.
"No," Dean said, standing his ground.
"Dean, look, maybe," Sam began.
"Maybe what?"
"He lost his mother. Maybe we can understand what that feels like," Sam finished.
"Why do you think Dad never told us about this kid, Sam?" Dean fired back. "Huh? Why do you think he ripped out the pages?"
"Because…"
"Because he was protecting him!"
"Dad's dead, Dean," Sam pointed out loudly.
"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 cut in.
"No!" the brothers said, simultaneously. Dean grabbed his coat and headed for the door.
"Babysit the kid," he said absently to Sam.
"Where are you going?" Sam asked as he watched his brother go for the door.
"I'm going out!" He slammed the door behind him. Sam looked at Kat pleadingly. Kat sighed, grabbed her jacked, and followed Dean out the door, calling after him.
"I'm just going out," Dean said as he climbed into the Impala.
"And you're not going alone, end of story," Kat replied, climbing in next to him. "My fed suit still in the back?" Dean nodded. "Good."
Kat and Dean, or Agents Jet and Nugent, were being shown around the Millsap tomb by a cemetery director.
"This tomb was built in 1926," the director was saying. "Four generations of the Millsap family were interred here."
"They don't build 'em like this anymore," Dean said, looking around.
"Tell me, Agents," the director said, and Kat could feel a sales pitch coming. "Have either of you through where you might like to spend eternity?" Kat and Dean looked at each other.
"All the damn time," the two said simultaneously.
"So, three bodies went missing," Kat continued. "Any idea who did it?
"Hooligans," the director replied. "Sick, deranged hooligans." Dean noticed something on the side of the tomb. He stuck his finger in it, smelled it, and recoiled at the smell.
"This isn't blood," Dean said, pointing to it. "What is this?"
"No, it's embalming fluid," the director said. "Whoever committed this crime didn't just take the corpses. They opened them up." The two hunters looked at the man, and then each other.
The two of them sat at a bar and opened the papers in their hands to start research. The bartender saw them and filled two glasses at the tap.
"First beer's on the house for cops," she said. "Feds too."
"Are we that obvious?" Dean asked with a grin.
"I know all the local badges," she replied, setting the glasses down in front of Kat and Dean. "And you two have that…Law & Order vibe." The two nodded their thanks and Kat took a drink as the bartender picked up a cloth and started drying another glass. "So, what's the FBI doing in Windom?"
"Looking into the disappearance of Joe Barton," Dean answered. He slid a photo of the missing person across the bar. The bartender looked at the photo, stricken.
"I assume you knew him?" Kat asked.
"A little," she said, slightly ironically. "I'm his wife, Lisa."
"Well, Lisa, what can you tell me about his disappearance?" Dean asked, leaning in to the bar.
"Same thing I told the sheriff," she said. "He stayed late Friday before last to do inventory. Never came home."
"And the police?" Kat asked as Dean took his glass.
"Nothing," Lisa replied. "Truth is, I was scared they stopped looking. But, now you're here." They looked behind the bar, and saw a picture of Joe in a police uniform.
"Joe was a cop?" Dean asked.
"Deputy," Lisa said. "For a little while. That was a looong time ago."
"He didn't happen to work the grave robbery case back in 'ninety, did he?" Kat asked.
"He did, yeah. Joe was the one who found those bodies. He got an award for that," Lisa answered.
"That was an interesting case," Dean commented. Next to Joe's picture was an article about him finding the missing bodies. "He ever tell you how he did it?" He scanned the newspaper photo for his dad, who he found quickly.
"Most of the time, he said good, solid police work," she replied. "But after a few beers, he'd admit he had a little help."
"From who?" Kat asked.
"A 'specialist'," Lisa said. "That's all he'd say."
"Cops ever find the guy who stole the bodies?" Dean asked before taking a drink.
"No," Lisa replied. "But when I asked Joe about it, he'd say not to worry – that 'we took care of what done it'." The two looked at each other as pieces started falling in to place.
"So, what're you thinking?" Kat asked as they drove back to the hotel.
"That whatever done it is back for revenge," Dean answered.
"Are you sure? I mean, your dad was as thorough as you are," Kat said.
"Okay, so maybe it had buddies out for revenge?" Dean reasoned.
"More likely. They're after the people involved, and since they can't get to your dad, they're going after anyone else," Kat said. "That includes Adam and his Mom." Dean looked at her and the engine gunned just slightly. They pulled up the motel just in time to see Sam being dragged under Adam's truck.
"Dean, Kat, help!" Adam shouted, trying to drag Sam up. Dean ran over and grabbed Sams other arm and pulled him free. Kat grabbed the shotgun that, presumably, Sam had dropped, and fired under the truck. The four of them looked at each other as Adam flopped on to the ground in exhaustion.
Dean backed Adam's truck up and saw that he had parked over a sewer grate, which was half open. As Sam and Dean examined it, Kat walked up.
"I winged it," she said. "Did you see anything?"
"I didn't get a good look," Sam said.
"What the hell is this thing?" Dean asked.
"Why – Who – should we go after it?" Adam asked, trying to wrap his head around the situation.
"No, no. In that maze? That thing's long gone," Dean answered.
"All right, so, we don't know what it is, but we do know who it's going after," Sam said. "Joe Barton, Adam's mom…"
"And Adam," Dean finished. "It was under his truck, just waiting for him."
"It set a trap, and I walked right in to it," Sam said.
"Doesn't matter," Kat said. "I was right, there's a pattern. Joe Barton was a cop. I'm pretty sure that he helped your dad. So, they've got his partner, his girl, and now they're after his son."
"All of the people dad knew in town," Sam agreed.
"And it wants revenge," Kat said. The three of them looked at Adam.
They went back to the Milligan house that night.
"Grab your stuff," Dean told Adam. "We'll hit the road." Adam turned on the lights and went upstairs as Sam sat down at the table.
"We shouldn't leave," Sam said, putting his injured ankle up on another chair.
"Yeah, let's stay here where the kid's mom got ganked," Dean said sarcastically. "Good one."
"I'm serious," Sam said.
"No, Sam, we're gonna take the kid, we're gonna drop him off at Bobby's, and then you and me are gonna come back here and finish what Dad started," Dean stated. Sam stopped with an ace bandage in his hand.
"How?" he asked. "We got no leads, no witnesses. We do have what this thing wants."
"You want to use the kid as bait?" Dean asked his brother in disbelief.
"Maybe this thing will come back," Sam said. "We could train Adam – get him ready."
"He could die, Sam," Kat put in. Dean agreed with her.
"We could all die, Kat," Sam pushed back. "Even if we do kill this thing, there are tons of other freaks that want revenge, on Dad, on us…What if they find the kid and he's not ready?" Sam unrolled the ace bandage and started wrapping up his sprained ankle. Adam walked back in to the room, backpack on his shoulder.
"I'll do it," he said. "Whatever it takes, I'll do it. I want to do it." Dean looked at Sam, who looked at Adam.
"Then we have some work to do," Kat said.
Sam took over Adam's tutelage, especially since Dean didn't trust him. Adam proved to be a decent shot, and a quick study on lore.
"This is some job you guys have," Adam said after Sam finished a story ending with a homemade flamethrower.
"Being a hunter isn't a job, Adam. It's life," Sam said. "You're pre-med. You got a girlfriend, friends?" Adam nodded. "Not anymore you don't. If you're really gonna do this, you can't have those kinds of connections, ever. They're weaknesses. You'll just put those people in danger, get them killed." Dean and Kat looked away, eyes meeting each others. "That's the price we pay," Sam continued. "You cut 'em out, and you don't look back. There's only one thing you can count on: Family."
"Sam, can I talk to you?" Dean interrupted. The two went over by the stairs while Kat took over instruction. She pulled a book out of her own bag and handed it to Adam.
"You might want to look at this, too," she said. The Essential Enochian Grimoire by Aaron Leitch.
"Enochian?" Adam read.
"Language of the Angels. Since they're real, you might want to at least have a basic knowledge," Kat explained.
"Angels? They're real?" Adam said with disbelief. Kat just nodded. "What are they like?"
"I've only met a few," Kat said. "You may have heard the boys mention Cas. He's a normal Angel, and despite being a good little soldier, he's a good guy. Uriel, who you will never have to meet, was a great big bag of dicks. His boss, Zachariah, even more so. Son of a bitch tried to kill me…well, tried to have Cas kill me."
"What happened?"
"I reminded him who I share a body with," Kat said with a grin. "Their boss, the Archangel Sarakiel. I'm her vessel."
"Vessel? You mean, she uses your body?" Adam asked.
"Yep, whenever she needs to. I gave her permission. Remember that: an Angel can never possess a body without yoru permission first." Adam nodded. Dean and Sam came over after their talk.
"I'm gonna go back to the tomb and see if I missed anything," he said. "Kat, come with me. Sam, stay here with Adam."
"Be careful, you two," Kat said, and headed out the door with Dean.
Dean cracked open the tomb and the two shined flashlights in. Kat spotted a stone in the wall, large enough to hid a tunnel. Dean went and got a crowbar and pried it open. Sure enough, there was a tunnel behind that stone.
"Home sweet home," he muttered. Kat couldn't hold back a snort. Dean grinned at his girlfriend's sense of humor. As they shined their flashlights in to the tunnel, they heard a squish where Dean stepped. Looking down, they saw blood, a large pair of black glasses and a severed arm. Dean picked up the arm and Kat picked up the glasses.
"Sloppy joe," Kat muttered. Dean snorted in turn. Suddenly, there was a noise in the tunnel. Out of instinct, Dean pulled out his gun and fired off several shots. The tunnel collapsed behind them.
"Son of a bitch," Dean cursed. Kat's heart started racing. Dean pulled out his phone to make a call, and cursed again when he saw that there was no signal. They moved to the door of the tomb and found that it was sealed.
"Come on," Kat said. "We're stuck, so we should at least have a look around." Dean nodded and started exploring with her.
"Tomb diving with my girlfriend," Dean mused. "Sadly, 'girlfriend' is the word in that sentence I thought I would never say." Kat looked at him, surprised.
"Happy to say it, though?" she asked.
"Yep," Dean replied, smiling. Kat smiled back and continued searching. A glint off of one of the coffins caught her eye. On closer inspection, it was blood…fresh.
"Hey," Kat called. Dean walked over, and the two of them opened the blood-spattered coffin. Kat felt herself retch when they saw what was inside. It was Kate Milligan…or what was left of her.
"Well…shit," the both said. They found another one and cracked it open too. Inside was the fresher remains of Adam. This time, Dean retched, too.
"Wait, if that's Adam, then…who's…" Kat said. She and Dean looked at each other, and the panic both rose on to their faces. Only one name came in to both of their heads.
Sam.
They both looked around frantically, trying to find some way that they could escape. A stained-glass window on the roof of the tomb, depicting an angel, was their best hope.
"Why is it always angels?" Dean muttered under his breath. He wrenched a long piece of metal off one of the coffins, Kat gave him a boost, and he smashed through the window. He lifted himself out, and then reached through to pull Kat up through with him. They flew in to the Impala as fast as they could, and gunned it back to the Milligan's house. The car didn't even come to a complete stop, and Kat was out of her seat and moving for the trunk. Dean got out almost as fast and in record time, they were armed to the teeth and charging in to the Milligan house. In the kitchen, they found Adam and his mom standing over Sam, who was strapped to a table and bleeding from cuts on his arms. Dean gave a shout and fired a shot at "Adam" who was slammed in to the wall, a sizable hole in his shoulder.
"Dean, Kat, they're ghouls!" Sam shouted. Kat turned and took a shot at "Kate", and her head blew up.
"Head-shot," Kat said. Adam and Dean got into a fight after Adam threw Kat through a wall. After a few minutes, Dean managed to take Adam down. Kat managed to get up and get over to Sam before he bled out. Dean grabbed a couple of towels and helped apply pressure to Sam's cuts and helped him up.
"Thank you," a weak Sam managed to get out.
"That's what family's for, right?" Dean said. "Keep pressure on that."
"You sure we should do this?" Sam asked, looking at Adam's body. They were giving him a hunter's funeral. His body was wrapped in a white sheet, and a funeral pyre was ready to go. Dean opened up a bottle of lighter fluid.
"Ghouls didn't fake those pictures," he said. "They didn't fake dad's journal." He began to sprinkle lighter fluid over Adam's body. "Adam was our brother. He died like a hunter. He deserves to go out like one."
"Maybe we can bring him back," Sam suggested. "Get a hold of Cas, call in a favor."
"Bad idea," Kat said.
"Yeah. Adam's in a better place," Dean said. He struck a match and tossed it on the pyre. They watched as Adam's body went up in flames. Kat moved over to Dean and held his hand. "You know, I finally get why you and Dad butted heads so much," Dean said to Sam. "You two were practically the same person." Sam looked over at his brother as Dean continued. "I mean, I worshipped the guy, you know? I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listen to the same music. But you were more like him than I will ever be. And I see that now."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Sam chuckled.
"You can take it any way you want," Dean said. Dean squeezed Kat's hand. Kat put her head on Dean's shoulder.
"I'm sorry, you two," she said. "I know you didn't know him very well, but he was still your brother."
"Thanks, Kat," Sam said. Dean turned his head and gave her a kiss on the top of her head.
"Thank you," he said quietly. Even Dean had to admit, it felt good having someone else there for him.
