He's here.

He's really here. He really showed up!

Adam tried to keep the forlorn expression on his face as Sam and Dean walked over to him, but with every step they took he could feel his heartbeat quicken.

But now that they were here…

"Um, Andy Taylor?" Sam inquired.

Adam closed his eyes, calming himself before standing up and answering, "Yeah… that's me."

"We just have a few questions for you, if you don't mind." Sam said, opening a notepad.

He looked kind of different. Longer hair, stronger… how many years had it actually been?

Adam nodded, "Yeah, go ahead. But I've already told the cops everything."

Dean interjected, "Well, we'd like to hear some things again if you don't mind. What did you find when you went to your mother's place?"

"Well… the door was open. It smelled nice in there, like… like…" Adam willed himself to tear up, "Like her chocolate cookies. I walked over to the kitchen and… I found her lying there on the floor. My mom. Someone freaking… someone freaking killed…" He drifted off, hoping he'd been convincing.

Sam smiled at him sympathetically, "Why did you go to your mom's place?"

"My girlfriend… I was going to ask her to marry me, and… it just… it didn't work out. I wanted to talk to my mom."

Dean inquired, "What was your girlfriend's name?"

"Lindsey." Adam looked at his brothers in confusion when their eyes widened, "What? What is it?"

"Um…" Sam cleared his throat, "Was her last name O'Donnell by any chance?"

Adam tried to remember. He'd seen her on the contact list in Andy's phone. He was pretty sure that that was the last name he'd read, so he nodded.

"Yeah, that's it. Why? Is she in trouble or something?"

Sam's face paled, "No! No, of course not. So did you notice anything else when you found your mom? Any… cold spots, weird smells, flickering lights… that sort of thing?"

Adam almost smiled, but managed to keep his expression downcast, "No… why would you ask that?"

"We're just covering all the bases. So nothing at all?"

"Just talk to someone else. I don't know what really happened. Hell, talk to the coroner, they'll probably be able to tell you more about what happened to my mom than I can…" Adam's voice drifted off.

Lucifer was picking out his hairs strand by strand. He grabbed a fistful and yanked it, causing Adam to flinch as it was ripped from his skull.

"Andy…?" Sam said worriedly, "Um, are you alright?"

Adam blinked quickly trying to keep himself rooted to this world, "No. My mom just died. Why do you think I'd be alright!?"

"I didn't mean—"

"My mom's gone, my girlfriend's gone, and I'm all on my own! I'm alone. I don't have anyone to lean on! God, did I want someone to lean on, someone to help me up when I fell but…" Adam noticed he was getting off track, "Just conduct your damn investigation and get out of my face."

Dean looked at him in surprise, but then nudged Sam slightly, saying under his breath, "Huh. It's almost as if he knows he's talking to the guy that stole his girlfriend."

"I didn't know, okay?!" Sam snapped back, but his face flushed, and the two of them entered the house.

Adam grinned. Well, phase one of the plan was complete. He just hoped they did as he expected them to, and everything would go perfectly.

He discreetly followed them to the kitchen, standing outside the doorway as his half-brothers examined the scene.

He heard Sam's voice emanate from the room, "Wait… do you smell that, Dean?"

"Yeah… sulphur."

Sulphur? Shit. He didn't account for that.

Sam spoke, and Adam could hear a hint of relief in his voice, "It's a demon. We're dealing with a demon."

"Well, they obviously know you. Meg?"

"Yeah, pretty sure Meg wouldn't go to these lengths."

"…Ruby?"

Ruby? Who…? Adam listened intently as they kept talking.

"Don't even joke, Dean. She's not coming back." Sam's voice was wary, somewhat scared. Whoever that Ruby chick was, obviously she'd been pretty important.

"Well, it's a demon who knows you personally, Sammy. Kind of narrows down the options."

"But… why kill Ms. Taylor? She doesn't have anything to do with demons."

"Could be just to get our attention, Sammy."

Sam's voice faltered, "I… I suppose so. This case is getting weirder and weirder."

Oh, just you wait until you find out it's actually your half-brother that did this. And it's all your fault.

Adam laughed softly.

Shit.

Lucifer let the skin he'd been holding fall to the ground. Adam stiffened. Go back. Let your mind go blank again.

"Adam? Did you just…"

No. He didn't. Shit. Go back. Go back to the real world. Get out of here, come ON. LEAVE, YOU IDIOT! YOU CAN'T LET HIM FIND OUT! GO! JUST—

"—GO!"

Sam and Dean's voices silenced and they walked out of the door, to face Adam. Sam looked at him oddly.

"What was that?"

Adam blinked. He really had got to get better at these random outbursts, whatever reality he's in.

"This… is my mother's home. She… she was murdered, and you're, well you're talking about…. About…. About god damn demons! Are- are you making some kind of sick joke? The hell are you trying to say!?" Adam shouted, praying (still not sure to who) that they'd buy into what he was saying.

Sam and Dean looked at each other, and then Sam moved forward towards Adam, "Listen, we didn't mean anything by it."

"No! Get out of this house right now! Go!" Adam yelled.

"Andy, calm down—"

"I will not calm down! You guys are lunatics. Lunatics! How the hell are you even federal agents!? I won't tolerate this." Adam crossed his arms, practically giddy from seeing the expressions on his brothers' faces.

"Andy. Listen to me," Dean said, "Your mother's death… might not have been a murder in the traditional sense."

"What?"

"We think… that maybe a demon had killed her." He saw Sam stare at Dean, eyes practically screaming, 'Way to sugarcoat it.'

"Okay, you guys are crazy."

"Hear us out, Andy," Sam said calmly, breaking his glare at Dean to look at him, "We've dealt with these kinds of things before, alright? Just let us do our jobs."

"My statement stands. Crazy." Adam shook his head at them, "You're making a mockery of a good woman's death."

Dean sighed, exasperated, "Andy, just let us handle this okay? Go find yourself a new girlfriend. One that won't get distracted by meese. Mooses? What's the plural for moose?"

Sam stared at Dean wide-eyed, and then jabbed him in the ribs.

"We're very sorry, Andy. We'll be going now. Here's our numbers if you remember anything else about the murder." Sam handed Andy a paper with both of their phone numbers, and then ushered Dean out the door, leaving Adam on his own. What did Dean mean by that? Distracted by moose… those two were just inexplicable.

Lucifer was scratching off the rest of Adam's skin, agonizingly slowly.

"Adam… I know you can hear me…"

He took a few quick breaths and wondered if his plan would work… it seemed dubious.

But, he'd been winning so far, so what was one little challenge? He just prayed Dean and Sam would do what he wanted them to… he was so close…

A/N: And there we are! Chapter five done. See y'all next week!

Oh btw, not that you may be interested, but ON SUNDAY I WENT TO TORCON! I MET MISHA COLLINS AND IT WAS AMAZING!

-that is all.