First Part of Hammer Of The Gods.

Sam and Adam had been at Bobby's for nearly two weeks, searching through all the books and files for a way to summon Michael and save Dean. So far, they had nothing. What was just as frustrating was that all signs of angel and demon fighting had disappeared, there were no signs of demonic possessions either. It was eerie how silent the supernatural world had become. Bobby guess that since Michael walked the earth now that Lucifer and his minions were running scared. Trying to get Sam out of the house, Bobby sent the two half-brothers on a hunting trip, some poltergeist who apparently never got the memo to go to ground.

"But Bobby, there's still so much here to go through." Sam all but whined when Bobby presented them with a case.

"My eyes still work, idjit. I can read just fine, but you know very well I can't hunt. I need you two to go do this." Bobby replied, grabbing a box of papers from Sam's hands. What he didn't say was they Dean wouldn't want Sam to let innocent people die simply so they could save him. "And take the Impala, you know your brother'll kill you if you let it rust out while he's gone."

Sam felt odd driving the Impala. It was Dean's prized possession and Dean only let Sam drive if he was too tired or too injured to drive himself. He adjusted the seat to his height, knowing Adam wouldn't be squished. The kid was shorter than Dean. The moment the car started, Dean's music blared from the speakers from the last time they'd been in the car. Sam froze for a second before hitting the button to turn off the sound. He glanced over to Adam who was staring out the passenger window, clearly trying not to look at Sam. The two drove off in silence in the direction of Indiana.

They were only three hours into the nearly 12 hour drive when Adam spoke for the first time since leaving Bobby's.

"How did you guys do this all your lives?" Adam asked.

"Do what?" Sam replied, unsure which "what" Adam was referring to.

"Live on the road like this, stay cooped up in this car for hours on end with nothing to do." Adam said. He had lived a stationary life, if not completely stable. He had never been dragged from hunting trip to hunting trip his entire childhood.

"I don't know." Sam replied sullenly. "I guess when you don't know anything different, it's not something that bothers you."

Sam glanced quickly around the car, taking in everything that had made his childhood special.

"I grew up in this car, my first memories are in this car. Mine and Dean's names are carved into the backseat, and trust me, John was not happy when he saw that." Sam explained.

"Here, listen" Sam said, turning on the heater even though the weather was warm enough not to need it. The sound of something rattling in the vents filled the car and Sam could almost hear his and Dean's childish giggles from the back seat. "Dean shoved some Legos in the vents when we were kids after John had spent a week trying to figure out some odd noise, it drove him nuts but he laughed with us when he figured it out."

"Did you really live in the car the whole time?" Adam asked.

"No, we stayed in cheap motels, we rented small houses or apartments when we had the money. But this car has always been more of a home than any of those places." Sam answered. He smiled sadly and sighed. "I'm just sorry that it took me this long to really get it."

Just then both of their stomachs decided to make them well aware that it past time for lunch. Sam pulled the car into a small diner. They sat down at a table, Adam a little more relaxed since he now knew a little more of how Sam and Dean were raised. To them, his life did look like a dream. He stayed in one place, went to school at the same school every year.

Sam watched as Adam ordered food similar to what Dean would have ordered if he was here. He knew there was no way that Adam could replace Dean, but having at least some familiarity around was comforting. It was almost as if he was sitting here with a de-aged version of Dean. Just the idea of that made Sam laugh a little. The world would be in for so much trouble if that ever happened.

After their pit stop, they were back on the road, trying to finish the long drive. They could have made the trip in one day if it hadn't started pouring just short of their destination. If they weren't in central Indiana, Sam would have thought it was a hurricane. The storm was odd, but not quite demonically odd. Just ahead Sam saw a sign for a motel and pulled into the parking lot, they would have to wait out the storm, it was too dangerous to drive.

Sorry, gotta wait til next chapter to see Dean again.