Ch. 36- The Mystery Of Adam Milligan

As Dean sped down the highway to Windom, Minnesota, he called Bobby.

"Hey, can you go get Eve?" he asked rather frustrated.

"Why?" Bobby replied.

"We've got a case." said Dean. He glanced to Sam who was researching Adam. "Did Dad ever tell you about someone named Adam Milligan?"

"No." Bobby said some what confused. "Who is he?"

"We'll tell you when we're done." Dean replied not in the mood to indulge Bobby on the details right now. "Just go get Eve."

"You sure sound like you're in a bad mood." Bobby began, but the phone went dead. "I'm going to give that childish jack ass a piece of my mind later." he said to the company he had at his house. It was Ellen, Joe, and Pamela.

"I'll go get Evy." said Pamela getting up.

In Windom, the boys parked on the side of a café called Cousin Oliver's. They both got out, but Dean was determined to destroy whatever this Adam was. He opened the trunk and began to arm himself. Sam only carried their father's journal.

"Dean, look-" Sam began trying to calm Dean. "The best I can tell, Adam Milligan is a real person. Born September 29th, 1990, to Kate Milligan. No father listed on the birth certificate. He's an Eagle Scout, graduated from high school with honors, and currently goes to the University of Wisconsin, Biology major Pre-med." Dean closed the trunk when he was sure he'd taken what he needed. "Dean, are you listening?!" snapped Sam.

"This is a trap!" Dean snapped back finally turning his attention to Sam. He lead the way into the building. As they entered Dean surveyed the place. He walked to the left to a four seated tabled. He pulled one of the chairs away pulling against the wall. Sam sat down next to the window with his back to the wall.

"Dean, I'm telling you." said Sam still trying to bring Dean to his senses. Dean sat down next to him cautiously as he looked around. "This kid checks out."

"Great, so he's actually a person on the planet Earth." said Dean sarcastically. "Sucks that he's got a demon in him." A cheery waitress came over.

"Hi, welcome to Cousin Oliver's." she greeted as she set down two waters. "Can I-"

"We're actually waiting on somebody!" snapped Dean rudely. She threw down the menus insulted by his attitude.

"Thank you." Sam said to the waitress trying to fix the damaged Dean had done. Then he gave Dean a look as the waitress hurried off, which was ignored. When Dean was sure she was gone, he picked up one of the glasses of water and poured into the soil of a potted plant behind them.

"What are you-?!" hissed Sam. He watched as Dean opened a silver flask and filled the glass with water. "Holy water?" asked Sam feeling this was ridiculous.

"Yup." Dean replied slipping the glass back onto the table. "One sip of Jesus Juice, this evil bitch is going to be in a world of hurt."

"And what if he's not possessed?" asked Sam being a smart ass.

"Then he's a shape shifter." said Dean as he unwrapped some real silver utensils.

"Hence the sliver." said Sam in a I-should've-known tone. Dean quickly switched them with the restaurant utensils.

"Look, either way this thing is going to bleed." snapped Dean. "I mean, using Dad as bait?"

"Especially when you're trying to bet to your girlfriend." Sam added.

"Shut up!" he snapped. "That's the last mistake it's going to make of it's short pitiful life." Sam and Dean exchanged a look. "What?!"

"Dean," Sam began, "would you just listen?" Dean rolled his ears, but gave Sam his attention. "There's an entry in Dad's journal," he said opening it, "from January, 1990, saying he's headed to Minnesota to check out a case. It's roughly, oh, about nine months before the kid was born."

"Coincidence." Dean replied firmly.

"Coincidence?!" Sam snapped. "Next two pages in the journal…" He showed them to Dean. "Torn out." Dean looked at the remains of the ripped out paged in silence for a moment.

"You're not actually buying this, are you?" he said in disbelief.

"Look man, I don't want to believe it either, I'm just saying it's a possible." Sam replied. "Dad would be gone for weeks at a time, and he wasn't exactly a monk. I mean, a hunter rolls into town, kills the monster, saves the girl. Sometimes the girl is grateful." Dean made a disgusted face.

"Great!" he said sarcastically. "Now I'm thinking about dad sex. Stop talking!"

"All I'm saying is maybe he slipped one past the goalie." Sam went on.

"Dude!" snapped Dean loudly. Just then, a young man walked in. He looked around for a moment.

"Adam?" called Sam. He slowly walked over to their table.

"You Sam?" he asked.

"Yeah." replied Sam. He pointed next to him and said, "This is Dean."

"Hey." said Adam looking at Dean surely. He set his backpack down slightly under the table and sat down in the lone chair across from the boys. "So, um…. How did you know my dad?" he asked.

"Oh, we worked together." Sam replied quickly. Adam nodded.

"How did he die?" he asked after a moment.

"On the job." said Sam.

"He was a mechanic, right?" asked Adam unable to see how that could be a deadly job.

"A car fell on him!" snapped Dean.

"Hey, Adam, how you doing?" asked the waitress bringing another glass of water.

"I'll take that." said Dean grabbing it quickly. "I'm very thirsty." The waitress and Adam looked at him awkwardly as he took a drink.

"The usual, Adam?" she asked.

"Yeah. Thanks, Denise." Adam replied. As the waitress walked away he took a sip of the water Dean had set out for him. Nothing happened. Dean seemed slightly bummed about it while Sam looked a bit relieved.

"So, uh, when's the last time you saw John?" Sam asked.

"I don't know." Adam replied. "A couple of years."

"Why'd you decide to call him now?" asked Sam.

"I didn't know who else to call." said Adam sadly. "He's the only family I've got. My Mom's missing."

"Really?" asked Sam. "I'm sorry. For how long?"

"That's tragic… really." interrupted Dean. "But if you're really John's kid, how come we never heard about you?" Adam shrugged.

"I guess cause John and I didn't really know each other." Adam replied. "Not until a few years ago, anyway."

"What do you mean?" asked Sam.

"My mom never talked about him." said Adam. "I knew some stuff-"

"What kind of stuff?" Dean cut in.

"My mom's a nurse. Dad came into the ER, pretty torn up- hunting accident or something." Adam explained. "I knew his name. John Winchester. That's about it. We're not exactly a nuclear family."

"Yeah, well, who is these days?" said Sam

"So when…" asked Dean. "When did you finally meet him?" Dean slowly pulled out his gun from his jacket as they talked and kept it under the table.

"When I was twelve." said Adam. "My mom had one of his old numbers, and after I begged her- God, twenty four seven, she finally called him. When John heard he had a son, he raced to town. I mean, he dropped everything. He drove all night." The waitress came over with his food.

"Well, that's heartwarming." said Dean coldly.

"You mind?" Adam asked gesturing to his food.

"No, please, dig in." Dean replied. He cocked the gun as Adam reached for his fork.

"He would swing by, once a year or so." Adam went on as he picked up his fork. 'Damn it!' thought Dean as he uncocked his gun and putting it away. "Called when he could. But still, he taught me poker, pool… even bought me my first beer when I was fifteen." Adam finished with a smile. Dean glared at him. Adam began to really feel uncomfortable. "And, uh, he showed me how to drive." he went on. "Dad, he had this beautiful '67 Impala-"

"Oh, this is crap!" snapped Dean suddenly. "You know what, you're lying!"

"No, I'm not." said Adam insulted.

"Yeah, you are!" Dean insisted passionately as he glared at Adam.

"I'm sorry," snapped Adam, "but who the hell are you to call me a liar?!"

"We're John Winchester's sons, that's who!" Dean snapped back. "WE," he said pointed to Sam and then himself, "are his sons!" Adam looked at them surprised.

"I've got brothers?" he asked seeming a bit excited.

"No, you don't have brothers!" said Dean pissed. "Look man, I don't know if you're a hunter or what kind of game you're playing here-"

"I'm never been hunting in my life." Adam said..

"Whatever!" said Dean standing up. "I'm out of here!" He started to leave. "Come on, Sam!" Sam and Adam exchanged looks.

"I can prove it!" Adam called to Dean. He stopped in his tracks.

Dean couldn't believe it as he and Sam looked at picture of Adam and John as they stood in Adam's mother's house.

"He took you to a baseball game?" asked Dean jealously. He looked up to see Adam watching them.

"Yeah, when I turned fourteen." Adam said with a smile. "Dad was around for a few of my birthdays." Sam opened the journal and pointed something out to Dean.

"September 29th, 2004." said Sam. "One word. Minnesota." Dean stared at the picture.

"He took you to a frickin' baseball game?" he asked again in disbelief.

"Yeah." Adam replied. "Why, what'd Dad do with you on your birthday?"

"Oh!" scuffed Dean giving Adam a fake smile. Adam looked away feeling the jealously ooze from him. Dean threw Sam a shocked look, but Sam was still looking at Adam.

"Adam, you said you called Dad because your mom is missing?" Sam clarified. "How long has she been gone?"

"Three days." Adam replied.

"Who was the last person to see her?" Dean asked struggling to put his personal feelings aside.

"Our next door neighbor. He saw her come in Tuesday night, but she never showed up to work on Wednesday." he replied.

"Did you call the police?" Sam asked.

"Mom's supervisor at the hospital did." Adam replied. "I drove down here as fast as I could. I should've been here." he said feeling guilty.

"Uh, what did the cops say?" Dean asked getting into the job.

"They searched the house, they didn't find anything." said Adam kind of comforted that they were taking an interest. "She wouldn't have left without telling anybody. It was like she just dropped off the face of the earth, you know?"

Author's Note: I'd like to make a special thanks to everyone who has reveiwed this story. I'd continue this story even without such great comments on it, but having such wonderful reviews is icing on the cake. Thanks so much! Hope everyone's enjoyed this chapter.