"Objective 5 is to Save Adam. Who is Adam?" I asked Cas the next day.
"Well...the boy who got possessed by Michael in the grand fight." Cas replied.
"I know that and that only a person from my bloodline can take my place. So, who is he? To me that is." I pressed.
"I don't want to ruin your vision of your father." Cas started.
"My father?" I was confused. What did he have to do with this?
"Um, after your mother passed. He had a fling with another woman and then there was Adam." Cas said slowly and awkwardly.
I thought about it for a second and it hit me.
"Adam is my half-brother?" I asked even though I knew the answer.
"Yes. I believe we should save him. I don't know when it happened, but he ends up dying by ghouls. The angels have to bring him back for Michael to possess. We need to warn them and teach them defense. Not to hunt. Just to protect themselves." Cas told me.
"Ok." I said shaken up.
We drove to Windom, Minnesota. It didn't take long for us to find their house. The both of us were nervous so we sat there and stared for two hours. Then, we got the courage to knock on the door.
"Oh, hey. I was expecting..." She stared.
"John Winchester." I interrupted.
"How did you know?" She looked surprised.
"I am his eldest son. Dean. This my friend Cas." I told.
"Dean? Well as I live and breathe. Come in." She stepped aside.
"So I guess that makes you Kate." I said.
"It does. Do you want some tea?" Kate asked.
"No thanks." I responded.
"Please sit down and let's talk. I was hoping I would get to meet you someday. John talked about you and Sam all the time. He loves you two very much." Wow she talked a lot.
"Well," I started as I sat down. "I am sorry to inform, but John has passed. He passed June 5th of last year."
"Really?" She sat down heavily and stared of into space for a moment. "I can't believe it. How did he die?"
"Um…well this is going to sound a little crazy. Cas and I have to tell you a story. A story about John." I told her.
"It is of grave importance." Cas said.
"I'm listening." Kate nodded.
"Do you know my Dad was married to my Mom, Mary?" I asked.
"Yes. She died of a house fire. Is there more?" She seemed to suspect as much.
"There is. Kate, do you believe in the supernatural?" I started.
"Like what?" She stared at us.
"Well anything. Angels, demons, and monsters." I listed.
"Angels and demons yes. Monsters no. That's insane." She shook her head.
"Is it?" I looked at Cas. "What if I told you there was an angel sitting in your living room?"
"I would say that isn't possible. They are in Heaven. Why?" She looked at Cas with a raised eyebrow. Well, he didn't look like an all-powerful angel. He had messy hair and wore a long sleeve shirt, a hoodie, holey jeans, and boots.
"I am an angel of the lord." Cas stood up and showed her his wings.
"Oh my." The woman dropped to her knees in front of him and clasped her hands together.
"There is no need of that. Please sit. I am just a mere angel. I am here to warn you of your death."
"My death? Why?" She got up and her seat and stared at Cas.
"I am trying to change the course of events. You and your son are meant to be killed by ghouls. I don't when. We are here to warn you and train you to defend yourself against Supernatural creatures." Cas explained. "We will leave you along after that."
"Ok. We need to tell Adam this." She pushed a hand through her tangled hair. "If this isn't a dream." She mumbled.
"It isn't. Time will tell you that." Cas somewhat assured her.
"When will Adam be back?" I asked.
"Any minute." She said.
As soon as she said that, a car pulled up. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. We watched as he got out of his car and went up to the front door. I heard him unlock the door and pushed it open. The boy stopped in his tracks.
"Who are they?" He asked.
"Dean Winchester, your half-brother, and his friend Cas." She said.
"Hey. What are you two doing here?" Adam asked.
"Adam!" She scolded his tone.
"Just a question." He rolled his eyes.
"We are here to talk to you. It is import-." Cas started.
"Why isn't John here?" He interrupted.
"He passed in June, honey." His mother said softly.
"He's dead." Adam looked more upset about it than she did.
"I know. I am sorry." I could see her heart break at his grief.
"What did you need to tell me?" He looked at us.
"Your fate and how to stop it." Cas said.
"My fate? You guys must be insane." He took a step back.
"I don't about insanity, but we are telling the truth." Cas replied.
"Hear them out." Kate helped.
"Why?" Adam glared at his mother. Brat.
"They are here to help. We will die otherwise." Kate said. "They both have a story to tell us and some training." She looked at us.
"Training? For what? My destiny? What am I? A book character?" The brat rambled.
"No. Michael's backup sword. Now sit down and let us explain!" I commanded.
"Fine!" He sat next to his mother.
I took a deep breath and calmed myself.
"My father, John, saw his own wife burn alive on the ceiling." The kid went to interrupt, but I held up a hand. "He searched to find out what killed her. He discovered supernatural creatures, how to hunt them, and how to kill them. He raised me and my brother to do the same. We finally found the one who killed my mom. He was killed by a demon on a wendigo hunt. He is a hunter and so are we. We are here to stop you from having your flesh ripped from your bones and ate." I told harshly and roughly.
I finished and Cas patted my leg and sighed. I saw their faces then. Both had wide eyes and open mouths. Pure horror. Great. I guess I could have been a little smoother. Now what?
It took days for them to finally believe us and not think it was a dream. Then, Adam was moody and upset. He wondered why him. No one knew the answer. I guess because he was a Winchester.
We started their training then. How to defend against demons? An exorcism, salt, iron, and holy water. How to defend against ghosts? Salt until you can call Bobby to get the closet hunter to come to you.
"Wait, why can't we do it ourselves?" Adam asked.
"We are teaching you to defend yourselves, not hunt." I said for the ninth million times.
"He is a Winchester." Cas smiled.
It took weeks of scattered training sessions. I was really tired of running back and forth. He got it and so did his Mom. The good part was the kid preferred college over hunting. He thought the research was boring, the hunting was dumb, and the disposing of dead bodies was gross. We left them and hoped for the best.