Dean had finally decided to say "Yes" to Michael. He believed there was no other choice. Sam and Castiel took him to Bobby's to talk him out of this.

"Yeah, no, this is good. Really. You know, eight months of turned pages and screwed pooches but tonight, tonight's when the magic happens." Dean said sarcastically.

"You ain't helpin'." Bobby replied.

"Yeah, well, why don't you let me get out of your hair, then?" Dean asked angrily.

"What the hell happened to you?

"Reality happened." Dean turned to Bobby. "Nuclear's the only option we have left. Michael can ice the devil, save a boatload of people."

"But not all of them. We gotta think of something else." Bobby argued.

Dean threw his arms out. "Yeah, well, that's easy for you to say. But if Lucifer burns this mother down, and I coulda done something about it, guess what? That's on me."

"You can't give up, son." Bobby said softly.

"You're not my father. And you ain't in my shoes." Bobby pulls out a gun out of his desk and sets it on the table. He takes a bullet out of his pocket and looks at it. "What is that?"

"That's the round that I mean to put through my skull." Bobby sets the bullet down on his desk in front of him. "Every morning, I look at it. I think, "Maybe today's the day I flip the lights out." But I don't do it. I never do it. You know why? Because I promised you I wouldn't give up!"

"I'm not giving up! I'm simply-"

"Giving into Michael's demands." Castiel finished. "I didn't want to have to do this." He vanished. A few minutes later, he reappeared with Blaine.

Dean sighed and rolled his eyes and glared at Castiel. "Really, Cas?"

"Yes, really." Castiel replied simply. "If no one else can talk you out of it, maybe he can."

Blaine glanced around and swallowed. "No, hey, I think it's a great idea."

Everyone stared at him in shock. "What?!"

"Sure, I mean, someone with abandonment issues abandoning his family. That's something you don't see every day." Blaine folded his arms.

"Okay, first of all, watch your tone." Dean glared at Blaine and pointed at him. "Second, I'm not abandoning anyone. There is just no other way to avoid triggering the apocalypse."

"By leaving me? After my mom died? After we just found each other?" Blaine snapped, his voice shaking.

Dean was about to respond when Castiel grasps his head and hunches over in pain.

"Cas, you okay?" Sam asked with concern.

"No."

"What's wrong?" Blaine asked worriedly.

"Something's happening." Castiel answered.

"Where?" Dean asked. Castiel disappears. Wind throws papers around the room. "…Well, crap."

Sam cleared his throat. "We'll worry about Cas in a minute. Right now, Dean, Blaine has a point. Remember how Dad died? Remember what that did to you? Now you want your son to go through the same thing?"

"Oh, that is not fair." Dean whirled around to his brother.

"But it's still a good point, Dean." Bobby nodded and raised his eyebrows.

Dean exhaled sharply. He knew they were right, but…seriously, what else could they do? It's not like another vessel is going to suddenly materialize out of thin air! He walked to Sam, who was leaning against the fridge. "I'm gonna get a beer, do you mind?" Sam moves out of the way of the fridge.

Wind blows papers and Castiel appears with Adam Milligen's body. "Help."

"Boys!" Bobby glanced towards the Winchesters and wheeled into the living room. Castiel set Adam on the couch. Sam, Dean, and Blaine ran into the room and their mouths dropped open in shock. "Who is it?"

"That's our brother." Sam said.

"Wait a minute. Your brother? Adam?" Bobby asked in astonishment.

"Cas, what the hell?" Dean looked at his friend in puzzlement.

"Angels." Castiel answered simply.

"Angels? Why?" Asked Blaine.

"I know one thing for sure. We need to hide him now." Castiel puts his hand to Adam's chest and brands the Enochian symbols on his ribs to hide him from angels. Adam wakes up.

"Where am I?" Adam demanded.

Sam raised a hand to calm him. "It's okay. Just relax, you're safe."

"Who the hell are you?" Adam asked.

"You're going to find this a little...a lot crazy, but we're actually your brothers. And this is your nephew, Blaine." Dean put a hand on Blaine's shoulder.

Adam stared in disbelief. Sam spoke again. "It's the truth. John Winchester was our father, too. See, I'm Sam-"

"Yeah, and I'm sure that's Dean. I know who you are." Adam interrupted.

"How?" Sam asked.

"They warned me about you."

"Who did?"

"The angels. Now where the hell is Zachariah?" Adam asked.

Sam and Dean looked at each other and sighed. "Why don't you get cleaned up? We can start from the beginning."

XXX

Fifteen minutes later, Adam was all cleaned up and sitting back on the cot.

"So why don't you just tell us everything? Start from the beginning." Sam said.

"Well, I was dead and in Heaven. 'Cept it—it uh, kinda looked like my prom and I was making out with this girl, her name was Kristin McGee-"

"Yeah, that sounds like heaven. Did you get to third base?" Dean smirked.

Sam scoffed at his brother, then turned to Adam. "Just uh, just keep going."

"Well, these…these angels, they popped out of nowhere, and they tell me that I—I'm chosen." Adam explained.

"For what?" Sam asked.

"To save the world." Adam shrugged.

"How you gonna do that?" Dean asked.

"Oh, me and some archangel are going to kill the devil." Adam explained.

"What archangel?"

"Michael. I'm his uh, sword or vessel or something, I don't know." Adam shrugged again.

Dean laughed softly. "Well, that's insane."

"Not necessarily."

"How do you mean?" Dean turned to Cas.

"Maybe they're moving on from you, Dean." Castiel replied.

"Well that doesn't make sense." Dean shook his head.

"He is John Winchester's bloodline, Sam's brother. It's not perfect, but it's possible." Castiel continued.

"Well you gotta be kidding me." Dean threw his head back in annoyance.

"Why would they do this?" Sam asked.

Castiel shrugged. "Maybe they're desperate. Maybe they wrongly assumed Dean would be brave enough to withstand them."

"Alright, you know what? Blow me, Cas!" Dean snapped. Blaine ducked his head and stifled a laugh.

"Look, no way. After everything that's happened? All that crap about destiny? Suddenly the angels have a Plan B? Does that smell right to anybody?" Sam asked, throwing his arms out.

Adam spoke up and stood. "You know this has been a really moving family reunion, but uh, I got a thing, so-"

Sam whirled around. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, no, no, no. Sit down. Just listen, okay? Please."

"It's unbelievable." Adam scoffed.

"Now, Adam…the angels are lying to you. They're full of crap." Sam insisted.

"Yeah, I don't think so." Adam shook his head.

"Really. Why not?" Sam asked again.

"Um, 'cause they're angels." Adam said as though it was obvious.

"They tell you they were gonna roast half the planet?" Sam raised an eyebrow.

"They said the fight might get pretty hairy, but it is the devil, right? So we got to stop him." Adam said.

"Yeah, but there's another way." Sam insisted.

"Great. What is it?" Adam asked, only half-interested.

"We're working on "the power of love.'" Dean half-joked.

"How's that going?"

"Mmm. Not good."

Sam jumped in again. "Look, Adam…You don't know me from a hole in the wall, I know. But I'm begging you. Please, just trust me. Give me some time."

"Give me one good reason." Adam folded his arms.

"Because we're blood."

"You've got no right to say that to me." Adam shook his head.

"You're still John's boy." Bobby spoke up.

"No, John Winchester was some guy who took me to a baseball game once a year. I don't have a dad. So we may be blood, but we are not family. My mom is my family. And if I do my job, I get to see her again. So no offense, but she's the one I give a rat's ass about, not you." Adam snapped.

Sam tried not to look hurt. "Fair enough. But if you have one good memory of Dad, just one, then you'll give us a little more time. Please."

XXX

Sam and Castiel locked Dean up in Bobby's panic room to keep him from saying yes to Michael. Blaine sat at the table across from Adam. Sam tried to reach out to Adam, but was unsuccessful. Blaine decided to give it a try.

"Uncle Adam…" Blaine started.

"I'm not your uncle." Adam muttered.

Blaine brushed that aside and continued. "Look, I understand how you must be feeling right now."

"Do you?" Adam rolled his eyes.

"I didn't know my dad until last summer." Blaine explained. "My mom couldn't find him until then, so…"

"So where's your mom now?" Adam asked.

"She died of pancreatic cancer." Blaine swallowed.

Adam looked slightly sympathetic. "Sorry."

Blaine nodded. "You know…ever since I found out I was adopted, I would always imagine what my real dad would be like. I would also wonder if I have any siblings."

"Good for you." Adam said dully.

"Didn't you ever imagine what it would be like to have brothers?" Blaine asked.

"Of course!" Adam shrugged. "But not these brothers. Zachariah told me all about how they have an unhealthy co-dependency on each other, and how they always put each other first. To hell with everybody else."

'Of course he did…' Blaine thought bitterly. "My dad and Sam would never ignore everyone else- especially their own family."

"How do you know that?" Adam asked.

Blaine sighed inwardly. Truth was, he didn't know that. His insecurities about his father when it comes to himself came back. Would Dean really choose Blaine over Sam? He stood. "All I can tell you…is that me, my dad, Uncle Sam, and Bobby are the only family you've got left. Don't give up on that."

Sam walked in. Bobby wheeled towards him. "Where's Cas?"

"Blown to Oz." Sam sighed. He explained how Dean banished Castiel, then escaped. "Look, I'll get Dean. He couldn't have gone too far. Just watch Adam."

Bobby shrugged. "How? You may have noticed, he's got a slight height advantage."

"Then cuff him to your chair. I don't know. Just watch him." Sam said, slightly irritated. "Besides, you have Blaine to back you up." With that, he left.

"I'm tired. Permission to sleep?" Adam asked sarcastically.

"Granted." Bobby replied. "And you don't need permission."

Adam nodded and headed to the couch to lie down. Bobby wheeled over to the table where Blaine sat at in deep thought, his brows furrowed. "I can hear you thinking."

Blaine jumped slightly and shook his head. "Sorry. I was just thinking about things that Uncle Adam said about Grandpa John and my dad and Uncle Sam."

"About the unhealthy codependency crap?" Bobby guessed. Blaine nodded. Bobby sighed deeply. "Your daddy and uncle are all each other has to remind themselves of your grandparents. They've lost so many of their family and friends. They're just afraid to lose one another, that's all."

Blaine slightly cheered up at that and nodded in understanding. "So…let's say a demon holds both me and Uncle Sam hostage…"

"He'll find a way to save both of you." Bobby assured him.

Blaine smiled and ducked his head. "What about my grandfather? I mean…I know how he died. Someone like that must have been a good person."

"Yeah, well…he was, at lease during the last hour of his life." Bobby slipped. 'Dammit…Dean didn't want him to know that!'

"What do you mean?" Blaine questioned.

Bobby let out a long exhale. "Your dad doesn't want you to hear about your granddaddy from me."

"Why not?"

"'Cause I didn't like him." Bobby shrugged.

"But why?"

Bobby looked away, thinking of the best way to word it. "Let's just say he cared more about ganking the demon that killed your grandmother than taking care of your daddy and uncle."

Blaine exhaled sharply. "Then why didn't he just put them in foster care or in your care?"

"To train them up as hunters." Bobby explained. "He needed backup, I guess."

"Wow, a regular Stefano DiMera." Blaine muttered under his breath.

"Sorry? Didn't quite catch that."

"Just making a pop culture reference." Blaine cleared his throat. "Anyway…was John…abusive?"

"No." Bobby insisted. "If he was, he'd have died a lot sooner, 'cause I would have killed him. Of course, then I'd be dead, too, since your daddy would have killed me in revenge, and your daddy would have died because, well, you wouldn't have a daddy if not for John."

"Okay. Sorry, I was just…"

Bobby waved him off. "Don't worry about it. Probably best not to talk about your grandpa to your daddy. He's very defensive about him."

"Okay. I promise I won't." Blaine said. "Just one more thing, though: would he have been…accepting of my homosexuality?"

"I honestly doubt he'd care." Bobby shook his head slowly. "He'd care more about whether or not you'd be useful."

Blaine nodded. "Okay."

Bobby wheeled away and into the living room. "What the hell?!"

Blaine ran out to him. "What?"

"Adam just vanished into thin air!"

Just then, Sam entered the house. He noticed Bobby's and Blaine's expressions. "What's wrong?"

"Adam's gone." Bobby said.

"Bobby, what do you mean, "Adam is gone?"" Sam asked.

"Should I say it in Spanish?" Bobby asked sarcastically.

"He's gone how?" Sam ran his hands through his hair in panic. "What the hell, Bobby?!"

"Watch your tone, boy. He was right in front of me, and he disappeared into thin air." Bobby explained.

Castiel appears carrying a bloody and battered Dean. "Because the angels took him."

Sam stared in shock. "What the hell happened to him?"

"Me." Castiel said simply. He carried Dean to a chair.

"Geez, Cas. Did you have to beat him up?" Blaine asked, aghast.

"What do you mean, the angels took Adam? You branded his ribs, didn't you?" Bobby jumped in.

"Yes. Adam must have tipped them." Castiel answered.

"How?"

"I don't know. Maybe in a dream." Castiel shrugged.

"Well, where would they have taken him?" Sam asked.

"The beautiful room." Dean guessed. "That's where they took me."

"I'll take you there." Castiel offered.

"I'll come too." Sam volunteered.

"Great. Blaine, you stay here with Bobby." Dean said.

"Okay." Dean, Sam, and Castiel vanished. Blaine sighed and sat down. "I should have held off on the questions about my family. Maybe then I could have prevented this."

"Don't beat yourself up. I'm sure it would have happened anyway." Bobby shrugged.