Jump the Shark
Sam sat on the edge of the Impala, looking out on the lake on a cloudy day, brushing his teeth. Everyone waited around, admiring the beautiful scenery while Dean slept in his baby. Genna paced nearby while on the phone with her parents. They were eager to see her again, but she feared that their life would be in danger with the apocalypse approaching and Lilith on their tail. Adonia sat next to Sam on the hood with a semi-large cup of coffee and a song in her heart. She loved the quiet, crisp weather. Dean began to stir. He was laying against the passenger door and without thinking, he opened it and fell to the ground. Adonia and Sam turned to him.
"Hey," Sam said happily, "how'd you sleep?" Dean grunted and stood up.
"How do you think? I'm starving. Let's get breakfast." Adonia chuckled.
"Where? We're like two hours from anything," she took another sip of her coffee.
"But I'm hungry right now," Dean took a double take, "how the hell did you get coffee?"
"Walked," she smirked. She jumped off the hood gently without making a mark, set her coffee on top of the car, and reached into the backseat through the window. She pulled out a sandwich,
"What is it?" He took it and smelled it. He threw his head back.
"It's tuna," he noted.
"Yeah. It was either that or an egg salad sandwich with an expiration date you don't even want to think about." He shook his head.
"It's like you don't even know me." She rolled eyes and laughed. A cell phone began to ring. Everyone felt their pockets but it was coming from the glove compartment. Dean reached in and searched the various amounts of cell phones. He picked up the silver flip phone.
"Isn't that dad's phone?" Sam asked, confused. Dean nodded with an unpleasant expression. He flipped it open and answered it.
"Hello?"
"He can't come to the phone. Can I help you?" Adonia recalled using the same lines when her parents phone rang at the house and she was sick of breaking the news.
"Well, sorry to be the one to break this to you, pal, but John died more than two years ago," Dean's voice wasn't gentle. Sam and Adonia turned to him.
"Who is this?" Dean stared in shocked.
The hunters drove off to Winham, Minnesota. Dean was furious. On the phone was Adam Milligan. He claimed to be John Winchester's son. Sam did some research along the way. They pulled up to a diner. They were supposed to meet Adam there. Dean went directly to the trunk to grab some weapons.
"Dean, look, best I can tell, Adam Milligan is real," Sam pleaded, "uhm, born September twenty-ninth, 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 kept grabbing weapons, even Ruby's knife. He closed the chest, then the trunk.
"Dean, you listening," Sam asked.
"This is a trap," he said. Dean walked off to the diner. Sam looked at the girls, who shrugged. When they walked into the diner, the bell chimed. Dean found a table towards the back and pulled up an extra chair for five. He made them sit across from the empty seat like an interrogation.
"Dean, I'm telling you. The kid checks out," Sam said.
"Great, so he's an actual person on the planet Earth. Sucks he's got a demon in him." A waitress came up to the table and gave them each a glass of water.
"Welcome to Cousin Oliver's."
"Thanks," Genna said to the waitress.
"Can I-" Dean interrupted her, looking forward.
"We're actually waiting on somebody." The waitress scoffed and threw their menus down.
"Thank you," Sam said kindly as she walked away angry. Dean grabbed one of the glasses of water and emptied it in the plant pot behind them.
"What are you-" Adonia began to ask what he was up to, "holy water?"
"Yup. One sip of Jesus juice, this evil bitch is gonna be in a world of hurt."
"And what if he's not possessed," Genna asked as Dean switched the diner silverware for real silverware.
"Then he is a shapeshifter."
"Hence the silver," Sam said in realization.
"Look, either way, this thing is gonna bleed. I mean, using Dad as bait? That's the last mistake of its short, pitiful life." Sam looked at his brother with sad eyes.
"What?"
"Dean... Listen, there's an entry in dad's journal from January of 1990, saying he's headed to Minnesota to check out a case. That's, roughly, oh, about nine months before the kid was born."
"Coincidence," Dean said in denial.
"Coincidence? Next two pages of the journal- torn out."
"You're not actually buying this, are you," Dean asked looking at everyone else. The girls looked at each other.
"Look, Dean. We don't want to believe it either, but it's possible," Adonia told him.
"I mean, Dad would be gone for weeks at a time, and he wasn't exactly a monk. I mean, a hunter rolls into town, kills a monster, saves the girl...sometimes the girl's grateful," Sam explained.
"Well, now I'm thinking about Dad sex. Stop talking."
"Maybe he slipped one past the goalie," Genna said in terms Dean would understand.
"Gen," Dean exclaimed in shock. The door bell jingled and a young man walked in with a backpack on one shoulder. He looked around.
"Adam," Sam asked. He turned to them instantly. Sam waved him over.
"You Sam?"
"Yeah. Uh, this is Dean and our friends, Genna and Adonia." The girls waved. He smiled sheepishly. He sat down and put his backpack down.
"So, uh, how'd you know my dad?"
"We worked together," Sam lied.
"Oh," Adam looked down disappointingly, "How did he die?"
"On the job," Adonia added.
"He was a mechanic, right?"
"A car fell on him," Dean said with an attitude, watching Adam's every move. Denise, the waitress, walked up with another class of water.
"Hey Adam. How's it going?" She set the water down and Dean took it.
"I'll take that. I'm very thirsty." She gave him a look and turned to Adam.
"The usual, Adam?"
"Uh, yeah. Thanks, Denise." She walked off. Adam went to take a sip of the water, well, the holy water. Everyone watched him carefully. He set the cup down without a flinch.
"So, when's the last time you saw John," Genna asked as the brothers sat there in silence.
"I don't even know. It's...a couple years."
"Why did you decide to call him now?"
"I didn't know who else to call. He's the only family I got." As Dean slowly pulled his gun out under the table and pointed it at Adam, everyone looked at Adam in question.
"My mom's missing," he continued.
"Really? I'm sorry. For how long," Adonia asked, sympathizing with him.
"It's tragic, really. But if you're John's kid, how come we've never heard of you," Dean asked.
"'Cause John and me didn't really know each other. Not until a few years ago, anyway."
"My mom never talked about him. I knew some stuff."
"What kind of stuff," Adonia asked.
"My mom's a nurse, and Dad came into the ER, pretty torn up. Hunting accident or something. And I knew his name. John Winchester. That's about it. We're not exactly a nuclear family."
"Yeah, well, who is these days," Sam said.
"So, when did you, uh, when did you finally meet him," Dean asked quickly, ignoring everyone else except for the "suspect".
"When I was twelve. My mom had one of his old numbers, and," Dean tightened his grip on the gun, "and after I begged her—God, twenty-four-seven—she finally called him. God, when John heard he had a son, he raced to town. I mean, he dropped everything. He drove all night." Denise brought out Adam's food and he thanked her.
"Well, that's heartwarming," Dean said sarcastically.
"You mind," Adam asked politely.
"No. Dig right in," Dean insisted. They watched him intently as he reached for the silverware, but again, no reaction. Dean was disappointed.
"He would swing by once a year or so. You know, called when he could. But still..." Dean uncocked the gun and put it away.
"He taught me poker and pool and even bought me my first beer when I was fifteen. And, uh...he showed me how to drive. Dad, he had this beautiful 'sixty-seven Impala-"
"Oh, this is crap. You know what, you're lying," Dean said rudely.
"No, I'm not."
"Uh, yeah, you are."
"I'm sorry, but who the hell are you to call me a liar?"
"We're John Winchester's sons, that's who," he pointed to himself and Sam, "we are his sons." Adam looked at them in awe. Adonia stood and gently grabbed Genna's arm to direct her.
"You know, we'll just wait in the car...or something," Adonia said awkwardly. They left the table feeling uncomfortable.
"It's fine. We're leaving," Dean said, "Look, man, I don't know if you're a hunter or what kind of game you're playing here."
"I've never been hunting in my life," Adam pleaded.
"Whatever. I'm out of here. Come on, Sam," Dean got up and walked away. Sam remained sitting.
"I can prove it."
At the Milligan house, Adam showed the brothers a picture of himself and John at a baseball game.
"He took you to a baseball game," Dean asked in shock and disbelief. Adam smirked in remembrance.
"Yeah. When I was 14. Dad was around for a few of my birthdays." Sam opened John's journal to a page.
"September 29, 2004. One word. 'Minnesota.'" Dean's lips quivered and he closed his eyes to calm himself.
"He took you to a freaking baseball game," he said with a shaky voice.
"Yeah. Why? What'd dad do with you on your birthday," Adam asked innocently. Dean handed him the picture back.
"Oh..." Dean was a lose of words.
"Adam, you said you called Dad because your mom was missing," Genna interrupted.
"Yeah."
"How long has she been gone?"
"Three days."
"Who was the last person to see her?"
"Mr. Abbinanti, our neighbor. He saw her come home Tuesday night, but she never showed up to work on Wednesday." Dean looked over Adam's shoulder and saw a picture of John and Kate Milligan. She resembled Mary. He looked away.
"Did you call the police," Sam asked.
"Mom's supervisor at the hospital did. And then I drove down here as fast as I could," he paused, "I should have been there."
"What'd the, uh, what'd the cops say," Dean asked, trying really hard not to crack.
"That they, uh, they searched the house. They didn't find anything. She wouldn't leave without telling anybody. It's like she just dropped off the face of the earth, you know?"
They went upstairs to look at Kate's bedroom. Sam got on the phone with cops and Adam's story checked out. However, he did find out that John was definitely on a job looking up 17 grave robberies at the time. Just recently 3 more turned up. Whatever John was hunting was never caught. Back in the bedroom, Dean noticed scratch marks at the edge of Kate's bed. They flipped the mattress and found that the scratches led into a vent. Dean turned to the girls.
"You're smaller than us." They sighed and stuck out their fists. Adonia got scissors, Genna got rock.
"Dammit, every time," Adonia whined. She took a flashlight and dropped it down the vent, along with her colt. Once Adonia was down there, she flashed her light to see what was ahead. There were a few directions to take and she wasn't excited about any of them. She sighed.
"Why didn't I throw paper," she asked herself out loud. She crawled farther down and saw blood on one of the aluminum walls. She slowed her pace when she realized which bloody direction to take. She wasn't sure what she would find. She readied her gun and looked right. Luckily, it just led to another vent. That meant she needed to go left. She braced herself and quickly looked left to find blood splattered everywhere along with hair and flesh. She sighed in disappointment and slightly bang her head and against the wall behind her.
The hunters picked a place called the Kismet Motel. Dean cleaned out his gun and the girls did the same. There was a knock at the door, so Sam answered it. Adam busted in.
"Who the hell are you," he asked angrily.
"Adam, hey," Sam said nonchalantly, "take it easy."
"No, don't tell me to take it easy, okay? My house is a crime scene, my mom's probably dead, and you two—well, you tell me to call the cops, But you got to bail before they show? So, who are you really?" There was silence. The hunters glanced at each other.
"Cops didn't know where to look for my mom, Dean, but you did. And I heard you talking earlier—something about grave robberies." Adam spotted all the guns in the room.
"You're not mechanics. I just want to know what's going on." There was silence.
"Please," Adam begged.
"We're hunters," Sam finally said.
"Sammy," Dean exclaimed.
"He deserves to know, Dean."
"What do you mean, 'hunters'?"
"Okay, so...basically, you're saying that every movie monster, every nightmare that I've ever had, that's all real?"
"Godzilla's just a movie," Dean added. Sam gave him a look.
"We hunt them. So did dad," Sam said. Adam nodded.
"Okay," he said bluntly.
"'Okay'? That's it," Dean asked in disbelief.
"What am I supposed to say?"
"That we're liars, that we're crazy. Nobody just says 'okay'."
"You're my brothers. You're telling me the truth, right?" Adonia and Genna smiled at the heartwarming comment.
"Yeah," Sam agreed.
"Then I believe you. Now, what took my mom," Adam asked. Dean rolled his eyes.
"We're not sure. Something's in town stealing bodies, living and dead, but we don't know what," Adonia explained.
"There's a long list of freaks that fit the bill," Dean added.
"You think maybe she might still be alive?" Everyone looked down in shame. Adam did as well, realizing there was no hope.
"Oh. How can I help?"
"You can't," Dean said bluntly.
"This thing killed my mom. If you're hunting it, I want in."
"No."
"Dean, look, maybe-" Genna started to say.
"Maybe what?"
"He lost his mother. Maybe you can understand what that feels like."
"Why do you think Dad never told us about this kid? Huh? Why do you think he ripped out the pages?" Dean stood and walked over to the beds where everyone was sitting.
"Because-"
"Because he was protecting him!"
"John's dead, Dean."
"That doesn't matter! He didn't want Adam to have our lives, okay? And we're going to respect his wishes," Dean tossed the John's journal on the bed,
"Do I get a saw in this," Adam asked.
"No," Dean exclaimed. Sam said it more gently. Dean walked towards the door.
"Babysit the kid."
"Where are you going," Sam asked.
"I'm going out!" Sam sighed.
"Is he always like that?" Sam chuckled.
"Welcome to the family."
"Here," Sam pulled out a gun and took out the magazine.
"Uh, Dean said-"
"I know what Dean said. I'm gonna teach you a few things. And I know what it's like to want revenge." Adonia and Genna shared a look. They stood back by the duel sink that was separate from the bathroom. Adam watched Sam and followed along as they took apart the guns. They turned on the faucet to "wash some weaponry".
"Are you going to say anything," Genna asked.
"What is there to say? Sam's going to do what he wants. Regardless of Dean's wishes." Genna raised an eyebrow.
"What happened between you two? If this were a week ago, you would be ringing his neck for this." Adonia sighed.
"I told him how I felt," she said matter-of-factually.
"And," Genna asked excitedly. Adonia looked down and continued cleaning. Genna's expression changed.
"He picked her, didn't he?" Adonia didn't say anything.
"Dammit Sam," Genna whispered. The lights flickers then turned off.
"What the-" Adam started to say. Sam "shh'd" him. There were noises coming from the bathroom. The hunters cocked their guns.
"Stay here," Sam told Adam. Sam gave Genna a nod. She kicked in the bathroom door and pointed her gun in, but nothing was in there. The noises began to spread throughout the room until they realized it was coming from the vent near the ceiling.
"It's in the vents. Go," Sam fired at the vent and everyone ran out of the room.
"Where's your car," Sam asked while running. Adam tossed him the keys to his truck. Adonia and Genna hopped in the back. As Sam tried to open the door, something grabbed him from underneath and he dropped to the ground.
"Sam," Adonia exclaimed. At that moment, Dean pulled up.
"Dean, help!" Genna yelled. Adonia and Dean grabbed each of Sam's arms and pulled him out from underneath. Dean let go and took a shot under the truck. When he looked under, whatever was there was now gone.
Adam pulled the truck back. By no surprise, there was a vent underneath the vehicle. The vent was open with blood on top. Dean approached it with a shotgun in a suit and black trench coat. He had been investigating while he was gone. He touched the blood with his hands to make sure he was right.
"I winged it. Did you see anything," Dean asked them.
"I didn't get a good look," Sam replied.
"What the hell is this thing," Adonia asked.
"Why- Who- Should we go after it," Adam tried to ask.
"No, no. In that maze? That thing is long gone," Dean said.
"Alright, so, we don't know what it is, But we do know who it's going after. Joe Barton, Adam's mom—" Genna was interrupted.
"And Adam. It was under his truck, just waiting for him," Dean finished.
"It set a trap, and I walked right into it," Sam said, ashamed of himself.
"Doesn't matter. You're right—there's a pattern. Joe Barton was a cop. I'm pretty sure he helped out Dad. So we've got him, Dad's girl, and his son," Dean pointed out. Adam stared ahead.
"All the people John knew in town," Adonia noted.
"At least we know why it's back."
"It wants revenge," Adam said.
They returned to Adam's house. There was caution tape on every door.
"Grab your stuff. We'll hit the road," Dean told Adam. He did as he was told and went upstairs. Adonia sighed, leaning against a cabinet next to the door.
"We shouldn't leave."
"Yeah, let's stay here, where the kid's mom got ganked. Good one."
"I'm serious, Dean."
"No, Addie, we're gonna take the kid, we're gonna drop him off at Bobby's, and then you, me, Sam, and Gen are gonna come back here and finish what Dad started."
"How? We got no leads, no witnesses. We do have what this thing wants," Sam chimed in. Everyone gave Sam a look.
"You want to use the kid as bait," Genna asked.
"Maybe this thing will come back. We could train Adam, get him ready."
"He could die, Sam," Adonia pointed out.
"We could all die, Addie. Even if we do kill this thing, there are tons of other freaks that want revenge, on Dad, on us. What if they find the kid instead and he's not ready?" Sam unraveled a roll of an Ace bandage to wrap his ankle. Adam came back downstairs with a backpack on one shoulder.
"I'll do it. Whatever it takes, I'll do it. I want to do it."
The next day, Sam, and only Sam, spent the day training Adam; teaching him how to shoot, telling him stories about certain demons they've crossed over the years. The rest just stood aside, shaking their heads, rolling their eyes. They resided back to Adam's house. Sam and Adam sat at the dining table, Dean and the girls sat in the kitchen. Conversation grew quiet as they overheard Sam talking.
"Being a hunter isn't a job, Adam. It's life. You're pre-med. You got a girlfriend, friends?" Adam nodded.
"Not anymore you don't. If you're really gonna do this, you can't have those kinds of connections, ever. They're weaknesses. You'll just put those people in danger, get them killed. That's the price we pay. You cut 'em out, and you don't look back. There's only one thing you can count on. Family." Adonia walked into the dining room.
"Here's a tip, Adam. Try sleeping with a demon. Makes things a hell of a lot better," she stormed out of the house. Sam scoffed in defeat.
"Sam. Can I talk to you," Dean asked, "Gen-"
"Trust me. It's best to let her blow off some steam." Sam and Dean walked to the stairs in a small hallway by the front door.
"What the hell was that," Dean asked.
"What?"
"'Hunting is life. You can't have connections.' Dad gave you that exact same speech, remember? It was just before you ditched us for Stanford. I mean, you hated dad for saying that stuff. Now you're quoting him? And in front of her?"
"Yeah, well...turns out dad was right."
"Since when?"
"Since always. Dean, when I look at Adam, you know what I see?"
"A normal kid."
"No. Meat. Because the demons and monsters out there, That's all he is. I hated Dad for a long time. I did. But now I think I understand. So we didn't have a dog and a white picket fence. So what? Dad did right by us. He taught us how to protect ourselves. Adam deserves the same."
"Listen to yourself, man."
"You think I'm wrong?"
"I think it's too late for us. This is our life. This is who we are, okay? And it's fine. I accept that. But with Adam, he's still got a chance, man. He can go to school. He could be a doctor."
"What makes Adam so special," Sam asked like a little boy.
"What, are you jealous of the kid?"
"Are you?" Dean hesitated.
"Dean... All this... It's not real. The dad Adam knew—he wasn't real. The things out there in the shadows—they are real. The world is coming to an end. That's real. Everything else is just part of the crap people tell themselves to get through the day."
"Dad didn't have a choice with us, okay? But with Adam, he did. Adam doesn't have to be cursed."
"He's a Winchester. He's already cursed."
"No, no. Whatever's hunting Adam. I'm gonna find it."
"You already looked everywhere, Dean."
"Well, then I'll look again." And Dean left. When he went outside, he found Adonia sitting on the ground with her legs extended and her back to the side of the car.
"Where are you going," she asked him.
"Graveyard. I'm going to check out the empty graves in the catacomb," Dean looked down at her and felt sorry with her.
"Wanna come," he asked. She sighed and nodded.
The car ride was silent. When they arrived, they got out their flashlights and looked around.
"So, you wanna tell me what's going on," Dean finally said. Adonia shrugged.
"There's nothing to discuss. Sam does what he wants and I'm going to distance myself from it." Dean stepped in front of her.
"Do you love my brother?" Adonia laughed nervously.
"What are you talking about? I mean, I love both of you. You know that."
"Addie," he gave her a look. She sighed and looked him in the eyes.
"Yes." Dean nodded.
"Now you listen to me and you listen to me good. Sam has made a lot of good choices and a lot of bad choices. But choosing Ruby over us has to be his lowest," he paused, "now, I've never said it, but you and Genna mean a lot to us. You've been with us for years, no matter what. I'd say you two are like family, but that might be a little weird considering." They laughed a little.
"And I hope one day this is all over and we can all move on. But when this is over, Sam will be a damn fool if he goes on without you. And I mean that. You're pretty badass and...you'd be one hell of a sister-in-law." Adonia laughed.
"Thanks Dean." Dean smiled, but then changed his expression and cleared his throat.
"Now let's keep going." They dug through some loose stone and found a dirt tunnel. Dean sighed.
"Come on," Adonia shoved. They crawled through, Dean first. When they came out to an opening, there were more tombs...and bones.
"Home sweet home," Dean said sarcastically. He looked around until they heard a squish. They looked down to find fresh human remains. Left over was a pair of thick glasses.
"Sloppy Joe," Dean said shining a light on them. They heard scrapping from inside of one of the coffins. Adonia readied her gun and Dean took out his gun. Back through the tunnel, someone was closing the opening. Dean took a shot and it caused the tunnel to cave in. They crouched down to avoid the dirt.
"Oh, son of a bitch," he scoffed. They stood back up. Adonia let her hands drop to her legs in defeat.
"Oh fantastic. Nice going, Dean." He gave her a look. He took out his cell phone; no signal.
"Son of a bitch."
Back at the house, Sam, Genna, and Adam boarded up any openings and salted them. They stood above the vent that Kate disappeared into.
"Alright. We've closed off every other way into the house. If this thing's coming, it's coming through here," Sam told them. They heard a door open from outside of the room.
"You were saying," Genna questioned.
"Adam," a woman called, "Adam!"
'Mom?"
"No. Adam," Sam called. Genna and Sam cocked their guns and ran after him. They knew it was a trap.
"Mom," Adam said in relief when he saw his mother standing in the kitchen. They hugged.
"It took me, but I got away."
"It's okay," he told her.
"Adam, step away from her," Genna warned.
"Genna, what the hell?"
"She's not your mother."
"Adam, who- what is going on," Kate asked.
Dean tried to slam against the only door, but it didn't budge. Adonia looked around for any other opening, but there were only bodies. She found fresh blood on one of the coffins and decided to open it. It reeked of rotting flesh. She shined a light on the face. It was Kate Milligan.
"Get away from him," Sam warned her.
"What is going on," she asked Adam.
"You listen to me," Sam said.
"It's really her, okay?"
"There was too much blood. Your mother's dead. There was too much blood in the vents!" Sam shoved Adam away from her and handed him the shotgun.
"Shoot it!"
"He's crazy! It's me," Kate cried. Adam pointed the gun at Kate, then at Sam, and back and forth; he was confused. In reflex, Genna pointed the gun at Adam.
"Look, Adam," Sam yelled.
"It's me," Kate said sweetly.
"That's not your mother, Adam," Genna said.
"Shoot it! It's not human," Sam yelled. Adam smirked.
"I know." He hit Sam in the head and got Genna off guard, hitting her as well.
As Dean looked over Kate's body, Adonia opened up another one. This time, it was Adam. Well, most of him.
"Dean..." He walked over and covered his mouth from the fumes. After seeing the body, he looked away with sad eyes.
Genna and Sam woke up, both tied down and duct taped to a table. Sam grunted in pain. Kate stood near, humming, cleaning her nails with a silver knife.
"Silver. No wonder none of the tests worked. You're not shapeshifters. You're ghouls," Sam said in frustration.
"You know, I find that term racist." She walked over and sniffed Sam from his neck to his head, then gently bit his ear.
"Mmm. Fresh meat. So much better than what we're used to."
"I should have known. It was the fresh kills that threw me. Ghouls don't usually go after the living. See, you're just filthy scavengers, feeding off the dead—taking the form of the last corpse you choke down."
"And their thoughts. And their memories. Like Adam, for instance," Adam walked into the room. The brown haired, blue eyed boy was just an illusion.
"Well, we are what we eat," Kate joked.
"You're monsters," Genna said harshly. Adam walked over and cut her arm. Kate proceeded to drink from it.
"You know, you say that word a lot, Genna," he slammed the knife in the table by her head, "such cruel words from such a pretty girl. But I don't think you know what it means." Kate looked up.
"Her blood. It tastes different." Genna wanted to let them know it was the witch in her, but that would give away any tricks she may have.
"Get away from her," Sam warned.
"Our father was a monster? Why? Because of what he ate? He never hurt anyone, Sam. Living, anyway," Adam took the knife out of the table.
"No. He was no monster. But the thing that killed him was. A monster named John Winchester."
Dean grabbed one of the wooden handles from the coffin and pry the door open, but it didn't work.
"Holy shit," Adonia commented. As a plan B, he stood on top of the coffin and broke the glass of the window in the ceiling. Leaves and glass fell on top of them.
"Come on," Dean motioned her to get on the coffin. He helped her out of the catacomb and he followed.
Adam stuck his finger into Sam's wound on his side. He screamed in pain.
"Thanks to your daddy. My brother and I grew up on our own. At least we had each other," Kate looked at Adam, who sucked the blood off his finger.
"Like you and your brother- inseparable," Adam added.
"Actually, it was very hard to get you on your own. Well, almost on your own. At least this way we don't have to share," Kate said with a smile.
"Like you said, Sam, the only thing you can count on is family," Adam said. Kate drank more blood from Genna, who laid next to Sam. She sucked her fingers.
"And for 20 years, we lived like rats," Kate said.
"Graveyard after graveyard. All that stinking flesh," Adam circled them.
"Then we thought, 'hey, why not move up to fresher game?'"
"And we knew just where to start." Kate and Adam went back and forth. Adam dug the blade into Genna's arm and she screamed.
"Revenge—it's never over, is it, Sam?"
"First, it was John's cop friend, and then his slut, and then his son," Kate motioned to herself and Adam.
"Then I called John, but the son of a bitch was already dead."
"So I guess you and Genna will have to do," Kate said with a hungered look on her face.
"Dean won't interrupt us this time. we're gonna feed on you nice and slow—like we did with Adam," Adam leaned on the table and looked over their bodies. They struggled.
"Oh, and, by the way, he really was your brother."
"And he was a screamer." Adam stood by Genna and Kate took a stand by Sam. They looked at each other and proceeded to cut their arms. Their blood poured into bowls below the table.
"Hey, the more you two struggle, the faster you'll bleed. So you might as well lie there and relax," Adam said calmly. The door swung open. Dean and Adonia busted in.
"Hey," Dean exclaimed. Genna then used her powers to thrust Adam and Kate away from the table. Adonia took a shot at Adam and hit his heart.
"They're ghouls," Sam exclaimed. Adonia pointed her colt at Kate's head and took a shot. Blood splattered the wall behind her.
"Which means head-shot," she commented. Dean went over to Sam to cut the rope, but Adam grabbed his from behind and they collapsed through the glass door to the next room. As Dean pounded Adam's head in, Adonia helped Genna out of the ropes first. Sam was growing weak as he bled much quicker than her.
"Dean," Sam called out. Dean rushed over to his brother and helped him up. Adonia tossed Dean some left over dining napkins so he could wrap Sam's wound.
"Thank you," Sam said between breaths.
"That's what family's for, right," Dean asked. He looked back at Adonia and gave a half-smile. She did the same.
Dean broke apart some wood from the furniture in the house. They stood outside by Adam's body, which was wrapped entirely in a white tablecloth and everyone was patched up.
"You sure you want to do this," Sam asked his brother.
"Ghouls didn't fake those pictures. They didn't fake dad's journal. Adam was our brother. He died like a hunter. He deserves to go out like one."
"Maybe we can bring him back. Get a hold of Cas, call in a favor," Sam suggested.
"No, Adam's in a better place," Genna said, knowing that wouldn't be a good idea.
"You know, I finally get why you and Dad butted heads so much. You two were practically the same person," Dean said. Sam looked at him.
"I mean, I worshiped the guy, you know? I dressed like him, I acted like him, I listen to the same music. But you were more like him than I will ever be. And I see that now."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Sam said as the hunters watched Adam's body in flames.
"You take it any way you want."