Title: Whatever It Takes [2/?]
Author: alakewood
Warnings:
Spoilers for 4.19.
Rating: PG for this part, PG-13 for the
series.
Word Count: 1000+
Summary: With Sam and Dean
still a couple of hours away, Bobby gets Adam settled
in.
Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing.
oxoxo
Bobby was interrupted by the trill of the cell phone in his pocket. He watched Adam for a moment, certain that the kid was in too much shock to run off, and answered the phone. "Hello?"
"Bobby? It's Dean."
"The kid's here. What kind of mess have you got yourself into now?"
"I'm not in any kind of trouble," Dean immediately protested. "Look, Bobby, I know what it seems like-"
"And this is exactly what it seems like, son. You and Sam better shag ass here and I'll get Adam settled in." Bobby slid the phone back into his pocket and returned his attention to the confused kid on his dining room table. "I'm not exactly sure what's going on or what happened to you," he said, "but Sam and Dean are on their way and they'll have answers for you."
"Sam and Dean?" Adam carefully scooted off the table but still accidentally knocked one of the books to the floor. He was unsteady on his legs and almost took a fall when he started to bend to retrieve it.
"Got it," Bobby said, deftly picking up the book. "Sam and Dean – your brothers."
"My what? I have...I have brothers?" It was more than vertigo that made Adam sway on his feet that time.
"You didn't- you didn't know?"
Adam swallowed thickly and shook his head, looking so lost. "No. Dad, uh, Dad never told me."
Bobby wasn't sure what to say, if he should say anything at all, so he just bypassed the subject altogether. "You've gotta be hungry, huh? And you probably want to get out of those...clothes." Bobby led him upstairs to one of the spare rooms. "You can stay in here for now; the bathroom's across the hall. Go ahead and shower and I'll find you something to wear. When you're ready, you can come on back down stairs and I'll see if I can find you something to eat, all right?"
Adam couldn't really argue - he didn't know where he was, had no idea what was going on at all – it wasn't like he could go anywhere even if he wanted to. But, more than that, the news of brothers made him stay. "Um, Bobby?" he asked, a question suddenly coming to mind.
"Yeah, kid?"
"Where's my dad? Where's John?"
"It's-it's not my place to answer that, I don't think."
Adam just nodded and watched Bobby disappear down the hallway.
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Bobby was in the room Sam and Dean had always shared as kids, searching through their clothing that had been left behind for something that might fit Adam. He rummaged up an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt that had belonged to Dean and a hoodie of Sam's. After leaving the small pile on the bed in Adam's room, he headed back down to the kitchen.
He pulled the cell phone from his pocket again and dialed Dean. "How far out are you?" he asked, opening the fridge.
"A couple of hours, I think. Why? Is he okay?"
"He's in the shower now. But he's got questions that I don't know the answers to. Kid doesn't even know that John's dead." He moved to the cupboards, still not finding much for the boy.
Dean was silent for a long moment. "Probably didn't know about us, either."
"Didn't have a clue. And I've got some questions of my own, starting with how you found him in the first place."
"Got a call from him a couple of days ago – he was looking for Dad. I explained to him that Dad...died, but-"
"But he doesn't know that John's dead," Bobby interjected.
"I know. Turned out that..." Dean sighed before continuing. "Turned out that he'd been attacked by a ghoul."
"That explains the state he was in when your angel brought him here. Malevolent sons of bitches."
Dean's laugh at that was mirthless. "Yeah. Hey? Do you know what happened to Cas?"
The length of Bobby's pause let on that something wasn't right. "We'll talk when you get here, okay?"
"Bobby?" The question was in stereo – from Dean on the phone, and Adam in the doorway to the kitchen.
"We'll talk when you get here," he repeated to Dean before hanging up the phone and turning to look at Adam. "Everything fit fine?"
"Uh, yeah. Thanks," he said, shoving his hands into the front pocket of the hoodie.
Bobby was taken aback for a moment by how much Adam looked like his brothers. The resemblance was uncanny. Dean's eyes on Sam's face, nearly.
"What?" Adam asked, feeling self-conscious under Bobby's intent stare.
"You just look a lot like them."
Adam just nodded. "Oh."
"But you must be hungry, huh?"
He nodded again.
"Let's just head into town, then," Bobby said, not wanting to have Adam poking around his collection of books and getting scared off or feeling like he was being kept captive with Bobby hovering constantly. He figured being around people might make the kid more comfortable – besides, there wasn't much in his kitchen by way of food; he'd been gone for a few days chasing down a lead and hadn't had the chance to restock his shelves. "Find a 24-hour diner or something."
"Sure."
Bobby let Adam out ahead of him and watched as he halted at the bottom of the porch stairs, eyes wide as they readjusted to the darkness and scanned the yard. The kid visibly relaxed as he took stock of the cars lined up behind the garage. "You all right?"
At least a couple pieces of the puzzle seemed to fit together. Adam knew his dad fixed cars and Bobby Singer appeared to run a salvage yard. It wasn't a stretch to assume that they worked together. "Yeah," he replied offhandedly before he faced Bobby and followed him towards the car parked near the house. "You worked with my dad?" he asked when they'd climbed into the car.
"Yeah. I knew John pretty well."
Adam was silent for a moment. "Could you tell me about him?"
"I can tell you what I know."
