A/N: Hey! Not much to say really….odd =P Updates might be a bit slow for a while as I'm starting back at Uni on the 13th and I work evenings, but I've got the weekends off! Well, anyhoo, here's chapter 2!

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Chapter 2 – Stranger in a Strange Land.

The two Winchesters and Bobby spent the next couple of days finding out everything they could about Adam Milligan. When their research mounted to only half a sheet of A4, Dean declared that maybe it was time they went to Adam's home town to ask a few questions, then maybe eventually meet the kid.

They started at a local bar. After all, it'd been an extremely long day for all three men, and as Dean explained to Sam, 'everything makes sense, when you've got a beer in ya!' Rick the bartender said that he knew who the kid was, but since he wasn't old enough to 'legally' drink (Dean snorted loudly at that), he hadn't had the pleasure of meeting him properly yet. Old Mrs Smith purred that Adam was a sweet little boy, who had never been in trouble, which was 'unusual with children these days'. This seemed to be an opinion held by basically everyone who knew the kid, and Dean was starting to think of him as a mini Sam clone when the old woman went silent and whispered, "Shame what happened to his mother though."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked politely.

"She was murdered, the poor dear. Only last week. Young Adam came home from school and discovered the body, the poor child. Well, that's what I managed to get out of him and the police. I offered him a place to stay here, but he was determined to find his father…although, he's lucky if he sees him a couple of times a year."

After thanking Mrs Smith, and refusing her offer of a cup a tea again, Sam, Dean and Bobby began the waiting game. They'd trail Adam for a few days to see if his mother's death was supernatural related or not, and if the kid truly was a Winchester…

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Adam frowned as the shiny black Impala pulled down to a stop outside his mom's house. Dad has a car like that, he thought, maybe…

He too, slowed down to a complete stop as close to the car as he dared, noticing that instead of his dad, there were three other men in the car – a young, tall one, and a stockier build slightly older one and a much older man wearing a baseball cap sitting in the back. And they were all staring intently at his mom's house.

Confusion mounted in him…then fear. Then he pushed that all down, and letting himself fill up with courage, he strode up to the Impala and banged his fist off the window.

Adam took big deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down as the window slowly rolled down and a man, a few years older than himself stared at him.

"Yeah?"

"Who are you?" Adam demanded in a panic…Could these guys have had something to do with what happened to my mom?

"'scuse me?" The older man growled, his eyes narrowing at the scrawny youth who furiously held his stare.

"Dean! Don't be so rude! Ask him where-" Another voice piped up from inside his dad's car.

"Kid, do you know where Adam Milligan lives?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to hug him!" The man spat sarcastically.

"Dean!" Another voice boomed from the back of the car. After a bit of a scuffle and a variation of curses, the back window rolled down and an even older man was gazing at him as if he was something in a cage at a zoo. This man was the definition of odd – a cap was planted firmly on his greying hair and he looked as if he was quite mean – until he grinned and apologised, "Don't ya mind him, Thinks he owns the place. Could ya help us out?" Bobby's smiled slipped off his face as the teenager stared at him then demanded again, "Who are you?"

"Oh! I'm Bobby Singer and the idgit yeh spoke to is Dean and Sam's in here too." Bobby smiled.

That had no effect on Adam who demanded again in a panic, "What do you want with me?"

"You're Adam?" The guy…(Bobby?) asked, looking him up and down. The scrutinising made Adam extremely uncomfortable to say the least.

"Yeah. So what do you want? I'll call the Police!" he tried to back away slowly, fear portrayed on his young face.

"Whoa! Calm it Janet!" The one called Dean laughed, "We ain't gonna hurt ya! We're your brothers!"

Adam's mouth dropped comically. "My-my-no! I don't have any-you're lying! They made you do this, didn't they? Whoever…my mom…it's not funny!" his voice broke and he growled in frustration as he ran into the house, slamming the door so had it nearly bounced off the hinges.

"That went well," Sam sighed.

"No need to point out the obvious, Samantha." Dean groaned at how he had treated Adam.

"Well, what did you have to talk to him like that for? His mom's just died and he's just a…oh no." Sam's face paled rapidly and he murmured sadly, "He's not gonna know about dad…is he?"

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Adam sunk to the floor, barely able to see from the tears that were blurring his vision and threatening to fall. Those guys couldn't be serious…he didn't have any brothers! He was his mom's 'special little guy' and now…he broke off that train of though straightaway and furiously wiped his face on his sleeve. He jumped when there was a tentative knock on the front door where Adam was resting, and a voice called out, "Adam? My name's Sam, can we please come in? We really have to talk to you, it's about dad-"

Sam was interrupted by the door being thrown open until he was staring into his little brother's eyes. "Hey."

"Prove it."

"Sorry?"

"You say that you're my brothers. So prove it."

Sam stared at Adam, who was portraying this 'I-don't-care-look' but he knew that the kid was only acting brave – that this façade he'd erected, that wasn't the true Adam.

"How?" Sam was puzzled.

"I don't know! Find some photos! Get my dad on the phone! I got a bone to pick with him anyways, I needed him and he-" Adam sighed wearily.

"Maybe later…" Sam muttered thoughtfully, his eyebrows furrowed and a frown on his face. Then suddenly his face lit up like the fourth of July and he exclaimed, "Missouri!"

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Dean glanced in the mirror at the occupants in the back seat – Bobby was snoring as loud as a swarm of bees in a loud speaker, a trail of drool on his chin and Adam was staring intently out of the window, not blinking, and a slight scowl on his face as the trees passed in a blur.

"Why we going to Missouri?" The kid mumbled.

"The person, not the place."

"You what?" he demanded incredulously.

Dean tried not to snigger at the look on Adam's face – but it was kind of hard – the kid was damn hysterical and they'd only know him for a few hours. "Missouri. She's a really old friend of dad's, she does like fortune telling and she's a psychic. She'll be able to prove that you're out-£

"A psychic? Holy- you don't believe in that, do you? You're like…thirty or something!" The kid's eyes widened comically.

"Kid," Dean began slowly, trying not to lose his patience with the boy, "If you're a Winchester, you'll believe in all kinds of-"

"Nuh uh, Dean. We'll talk about that later, 'k?" Sam interrupted, a fierce glare on his face as he dared his older brother to challenge him.

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Missouri opened the door before the guys had even stepped out of the car.

"Boys! I haven't seen you in ages! Did you forget about me or somethin'? I oughta hit you on the head with my spoon!" She shouted gleefully as a way of greeting. "Dean!" She cried, pulling the eldest Winchester into her arms and then doing the same with Sam. She grew serious, "I heard about your daddy and I'm sorry- oh hello there! You must be baby Winchester!"

Adam visibly jumped, then arranged his face into a scowl as he muttered under his breath, "Milligan, not Winchester", however, it was loud and clear.

"Aw, hey. I know you want proof boy, and I know photos are what you want, but the boys don't have many, and they'll tell you why one day." The psychic sympathised as she held out her hand and touched Adam's. Her face grew sad, and it looked so out of place on the normally jolly woman's face, "Hey…don't worry, ok? They'll love you no matter what. I know you want proof-"

"So…can…can you give me some?" Dean and Sam were surprised to see the usual scowl off Adam's face, and replacing it was a fearful, worried expression.

Missouri smiled at the youth as she explained, "I'm going to try and give you a memory from Sam and Dean, ok? Don't speak until it's over…" Missouri closed her eyes and tightened her grip on Adam's hand until he was suddenly standing inside a motel room with two little boys – one of whom was gazing at the TV with his mouth open. Adam stepped as near to him as he dared and called out. When there was no reply he waved in front of the kid's face. Just as he wondered how Missouri had pulled this off, the older boy stood up.

"Sammy!" he snapped, "Stop watching TV and do your homework!"

Sammy stuck out his tongue. "Already done it when you did tea, Dean! Bet you've not done yours yet!"

"Th-that;s not the point! You're eight, Sam!"

"And you're twelve, Dean! You're not my dad! I can do it myself!" The younger one looked like he was about to cry until there was the sound of a key turning in the door, and a man stumbled through it, seemingly buried under a pile of groceries.

"Daddy!" Sam squealed as his dad dropped his shopping to the floor, and pulled both his kids into a hug. He smiled upwards giving Adam the perfect opportunity to see his face…

"Dad…?" Adam whispered. There's no doubt about it…that was dad, a few years younger…and these guys are my brothers…Adam's mid swirled with a flurry of questions, and eventually he opened his mouth and the first thing that came out of his mouth was, "Why were you living in a motel?"

"Uh…story for another time, perhaps?" Bobby intervened, seeing Sam and Dean's flummoxed expressions.

Adam simply nodded slowly as Missouri grinned, "Congratulations, boy! You're a Winchester!"

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Bobby was talking to Missouri in the kitchen, leaving the three Winchesters in the living room, spread out on the psychic's odd selection of armchairs, silence heavy in the air.

Dean stared pointedly at Sam who was watching Adam with a frown on his face, as if trying to figure him out. Adam, on the other hand, was glancing about Missouri's living room in some interest until Sam interrupted him.

"Hmm?"

"I said, 'what are you planning to do'?"

"About what?"

"Well…you're only sixteen and well…"

"I've got no other family, and I am not going into care, ok?" Adam's voice got slightly louder.

"Hey, calm down. I never said you were! Um…would…you could stay with us…if…if you like." Sam offered awkwardly as a small smile jumped onto to Adam's face momentarily.

"Really? Are…are you sure? You're not just saying that cos you're family, are you?" Adam hesitated.

"No! We really do want to get to know you-"

"Really?" Adam repeated. "You just met me and-"

"For God's sakes, Adam!" Dean finally exploded. "Yes, we do want to get to know you and yes, we do want you live with us…if you want to."

"Why don't you like me?" Adam frowned as his oldest brother glared at him…yet again.

"I-what?" Dean looked genuinely surprised.

"You've been angry with me since you got me…why? What did I do?"

"I'm not angry with you…as such…I'm angry at Dad for not telling us about you…we had to find out from a freakin' book!"

"A diary? Can I read it sometime? Wait… You didn't know about me…at all?" Adam's voice dropped as he stared incredulously at his brothers.

"It's a journal, and…one day, we'll show you it. And Adam, we only found out about you a couple of weeks ago-" Sam proceeded to explain, but was interrupted by Adam standing up and demanding, "So…he never told you about me? About my mom? Was he ashamed of us or something? Was I…was I a mistake or-"

"Whoa, kiddo." Dean stopped the youth mid-rant. "We don't know what he was thinking, but he wasn't ashamed of you. It seems we got you at the right time…we heard about your mom-"

"No! Just…just…" Adam's voice broke off as he stared at a random spot on the wall.

"How did it happen?" Dean continued, this time in a much softer tone.

"I-I came home from school a-and…" he gulped. "I don't wanna talk about this." He growled and stormed out of the house. Once he was outside Missouri's gate, he realised he had absolutely nowhere to go, he felt extremely unsafe in his mom's house…what if whoever killed her came back from him? He sighed in frustration, and then he caught the Impala lurking out of the corner of his eye, which resulted in his lips slightly turning upwards. Home, he thought, then jumped. Where did that come from? Well…I suppose it's like my home…I went everywhere in it with my dad…wonder why he didn't come and get me with Sam and Dean…doesn't he love me?

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A/N: Chapter title is by 30 Seconds to Mars! =) I had to end that fic on some Adam angst….

P.S. I got some reviews last time saying I need to work on the characters expressions etc, I hope I managed to improve?