Author: Padawan_BubbyKenobi
Title: Unbreakable Bond
Summary: What if Adam was raised with Dean and Sam? What if he had a twin sister? What if their destiny was just as great as their brothers'?
Disclaimer: Dang you Kripke! I have asked for Sam, Dean, John, Cas and/or Adam since 2005! I wished that I owned them but I don't. If I did, none of them would wear shirts, Sam would do my homework, Dean would fix my cars, John would entertain my little sister, Cas would clean my house and Adam would be my cuddle buddy! (I would share with you, of course, Demonic Hope!)
A/N: Sorry again for this update. It came slow and it doesn't help that my mom is holding my computer hostage until I cut back on how much time I spend on it… This is part one of two of the Pilot episode. Part two should be up some time after the beginning of the year, 'cause I'll be on vacation from the 27th to the 5th and my Nephew will be here for the Holidays and my dad gets back from Alaska tomorrow, so I'll be extremely busy until the year starts over! Hopefully this chapter climbs to your guys expectations! Enjoy!
The part always has a tendency to reunite with its whole in order to escape it's imperfections...- Leonardo Di Vinci
The Next Day
Sam opened his door and twisted around so his legs were hanging out on the ground, "I can't believe you people talked me into this..." He muttered, folding his arms. He glared at Dean's back as he walked towards the small gas station to get "breakfast".
Diana leaned up from where she was laying across Adam's legs, smiling, "Oh, come on Sam. This 'ill be fun! Just like the old days, eh?" She reached under the front seat, grabbing the cassette box and passing it to him, saying, "Here, find something for us to listen to, 'cause it's getting boring in here."
Just them Dean walked out of store and sat down in the driver's seat, the bag of food sitting on his lap, "Hungry?" he asked, whipping out a bag of Peanut M n' M's.
Sam faked a gag, but Adam groaned a happy groan and jumped forward, grabbing the bag as if it were a life-line, "Thanks."
"So you and Dad still running credit card scams?" Sam said as he searched through the cassettes, looking for something that was made after 1985.
Dean nodded, "Yep! Mr. Burt Aframian, his sons Hector and Alfred, and his daughter Anissa. Got four cards out of that one!"
Sam pulled his legs into the classic Chevy as Dean started his baby and pulled out of the station. He chuckled and continued to look through the tapes, "Yeah, that sounds about right... Look, Dude, you have got to update your cassette collection."
Dean looked at his brother with a glare, "What's wrong with my music?"
"Well, for one, their cassettes, and two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? They're, like, the greatest hit of mullet rock!"
Dean sputtered intelligently for a moment then said, "House rules, Sammy; driver picks the music-"
"Shot-gun shots his cake-hole," Adam finished from the back.
"You have so corrupted him... And Sammy is a chubby 12-year-old. It's Sam."
Dean merely laughed and stomped on the gas pedal, pushing the Impala well over 85 mph.
*('''(^_^)''')*
"...Ah-huh... Alright, thank you. M-hm, thanks," Sam hung up his cell phone and sighed, relief evident in his voice. "Well, there's no one matching Dad's description at that hospital or the morgue, so we can cross those off our list."
Adam leaned forward, slinging his arms over the front seat, "Not to burst your bubble Sam, but you were the only one of us that thought Dad might be dead."
Sam was about to retort when he caught sight of flashing police lights and about nine officers pacing around. He leaned forward to get a better look as Dean pulled to side of the road and stopped.
Dean reached for and opened the glove-box while talking to Adam and Diana, "You two know what to do. Stay out of sight and stay quiet." He pulled an old cigar box out of the glove-compartment and opened it with a smile.
Sam moved his head slightly to look in the box and his mouth dropped open when Dean pulled State Marshall badge with his face on it, "Let's go!"
He got out of the car and started walking away. Diana sat up from where she was laying on the floor and gave Sam a little push, "Go! He wants you to follow him, Moron!"
Sam snapped out of his trance to glare at his sister but got out of the Impala and started after his older brother, his longer stride making it easy to catch up.
Sam reached Dean just as the older stopped. There was a deputy leaning over the side of the bridge, yelling down to more officers searching the river for something, "You got anything?"
The answer was negative and the deputy turned towards another officer who was digging around in a little blue car, looking nervous, worry etched into his face, though both of them either didn't notice, or completely ignored the Winchesters, "No sign of struggle, no footprints, no fingerprints. Spotless. It's almost too clean..." The officer in the car said, taking his hat off the scratch his balding head.
Dean approached the two officials and scowled, "You fellas had another one like this just last month, didn't you? On this same stretch?" He dusted his finger over the trunk of the car, twisting his body to obscure the view.
The deputy raised an eyebrow, instantly suspicious, "And who might you be?"
Dean flashed his badge, making a mental note that he would have to get Sam some, "Federal marshals."
"You two are a little young for marshals, aren't ya?"
Dean chuckled like someone had told him a lame joke, "That's sweet of you! But, you did have another one like this not too long ago, didn't you?"
The deputy was still wary, but didn't mention it, "Yeah, about a mile down the road. Been others before that, too."
"So, you knew the victim?" Sam narrowed his eyes, trying to fit puzzle pieces together in his head, but failing.
The deputy nodded, "Yeah... Small town like this, everyone knows everyone. Troy was a good kid... Can't think of any reason why someone would want to do this..."
Dean shook his head slowly and he started to circle the car, his Hunter's Sight working over-time to find something the officers had missed, "Is there any connections between the victims besides the fact that they're all men?"
The deputy shook his head, and closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "Not as far as we can tell. We're not sure if these are serial murders or a kidnapping ring... We're just not sure."
Dean hunched down in front of the car and tilted his head to look under the car, "That's exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys." He grunted mutedly as Sam stomped on his foot.
"Thanks you for your time," Sam grated out and he turned to walk away. Dean stood, glaring at his brother's back, and nodded to the officers before walking after him.
They were almost back to the Impala, could see Adam and Diana peeking through the back window, when they passed the sheriff and two FBI agents. Dean smiled crookedly and nodded at them, "Agent Mulder, Agent Scully," and then practically jogged the rest of the way to the car, trying to keep from laughing. Sam walked stiffly after him after nodding to the sheriff. When he got to the passenger seat, he didn't hesitate to smack Dean upside the head then turn to Diana and Adam who leaned expectedly over the front seat, "Children, always respect authority figures, or you're going to end up like Dean, okay?"
The twins laughed and Dean grumbled, "Oh, come on... You know it was funny."
*('''(^_^)''')*
The Winchesters walked through the town of Jericho, bored and not knowing where to start the search for that Troy kids or their father. As they walked, they passed a little fabric shop where Diana stopped to look in the window. Dean groaned, saying, "Dee, if you want some fabric, all you need to do is ask..."
Diana glared at her oldest brother, "Shut up, Butt-head. I don't want fabric; I was looking at this flier for, oh, one Troy Squire, missing for two days." She tore the flier off the window and walked to catch up to her brothers.
Handing it to Sam, she looked at Adam then Dean, "Looks like someone else is looking for Troy, too."
Sam's brown eyes skimmed over the paper, catching all the details:
Missing
Troy Squire, 19
Height: 5' 10" Weight: Around 150
Brown hair, Blue eyes
If seen call Amy at 675-778-3092
"Looks like we now have someone to talk to..." Sam said, pointing at Amy's name. "Let's see if we can find her, ask if she knows anything."
After a bit of deliberation, they decided to split up, Adam and Sam searching the outskirts of the town in the Impala while Dean and Diana took the main roads through town.
It didn't take long to find the girl. She was posting more Missing posters down Main Street, her attention solely on her task, so she didn't notice Diana and Dean until they were right behind her, "You must be Amy," Diana said, putting on a solemn-looking expression
Amy turned around, startled, but said, "Yes, that's me."
Dean smiled softly, playing it cool, "Yeah, Troy told us about you. See, we're Troy's cousins. I'm Dean, this is Diana."
Amy raised an eyebrow and looked the two over, "Troy never mentioned you to me." She hugged the stack of posters closer to her chest and started to walk down the street; Dean and Diana kept right up with her.
"Yeah, that'd be Troy for ya... We're not around much, we're up in Modesto."
Diana cut in, frowning, "So, we were looking for him, too... Kind of asking around, seeing if anyone knows anything-" She stopped as another girl walked up to them, arms wrapped around her own stack of fliers, "Hey, Amy. Are you okay?"
Amy sniffed once, but nodded, "Yeah..."
Put off slightly, Diana said, "Would you mind if we asked you a couple questions?"
Amy bit her lip and nodded, "I guess. There's a place right down the road where we can talk."
Dean made a "Lead the Way" motion with his hand, and then smiled at his sister while the two other girls walked it front of them.
It only took about two minutes to get from where they were to the diner down the road. Within another minute they were seated in a back corner table, Diana and Dean facing Amy and her friend whose name they found out was Rachel, "So, what happened when you talked to him last?"
Amy ducked her head and said in a strained voice, "I was on the phone with Troy. He was driving home. He said he would call me right back, but...he never did." She sniffed again.
"Did he mention anything out of the norm? Say something that didn't quite make sense?" Diana asked, not unkindly.
Amy seemed to think for a moment, but shook her head, blowing out a frustrated breath, "No. Not that I can remember..."
Diana sighed and looked down, noticing Amy's pentagram necklace, but she didn't say anything.
Dean looked at the girls and narrowed his eyes when they shared a "look". He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the flimsy table-top, "Okay, ladies, here's the deal: the way Troy disappeared, something's not right. So if you've heard anything..." He raised an eyebrow when the girls shared another look. "What? What is it?"
Rachel looked up and locked eyes with Dean, her blue eyes never wavering from his green, "Well, it's just... I mean, with all these guys going missing, people talk..."
Diana and Dean shared a look then said at the exact same time, "What do they talk about?"
Rachel looked around, as if checking for eaves-droppers, "It's kind of this local legend. This one girl? She got murdered out on Centennial, like decades ago. Rumors are that she's still out there, hitchhiking, and whoever picks her up? Well, they disappear forever."
*('''(^_^)''')*
After getting the call from Dean about the murder on Centennial, Adam and Sam drive to the local library, promising to meet up with their siblings there as soon as they were able to get there.
The two smartest Winchesters sat staring at the computer screen, both of them typing in random searches ranging from "Female murder hitchhiking" to "Female murder Centennial Highway", coming up with nothing.
Adam pushed up from the desk, sighing in frustration, "Dude, this is going nowhere fast."
Sam narrowed his eyes, thinking harder, and then suddenly a light-bulb went off, "So, angry spirits are born out of a violent death, right?"
Adam glanced at Sam, the cogs turning in his head, "Yeah..." he answered hesitantly.
"Well, then maybe it isn't-"
"Murder!" Adam shouted, earning himself a glare from the librarian. He bit his lip and said quieter but with the same excitement, "Duh! God, why didn't we see it before?" he berated himself, sliding down next to his brother as Sam typed furiously: "Female Suicide Centennial Highway"
Almost instantly a result was filed and Sam clicked on it, opening a 25-year-old news paper clipping, "This was 1981. Constance Welch, twenty-four years old, jumps off Sylvania Bridge, drowns in the river." He continued when Adam failed to comment. "An hour before they found her, she calls 911. Apparently her two little kids are in the bathtub. She leaves them alone for a minute, and when she comes back, they aren't breathing. Both die."
He sat back, relaxing, and stared at the screen. Next to him, the young blond man, "Hm"ed slightly and frowned, leaning forward and looking intently at the article, then chuckled. Sam looked at him incredulously, "What the hell is so funny?"
Adam shook his head and pointed at the screen, "That bridge look familiar?" At Sam's blank look, he said, "Sylvania Bridge. That's where Troy was killed."
End Part One
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