The psychic promised to be there first thing tomorrow morning, but that felt way too long for the impatient Winchesters.
Sam and Dean passed the time playing poker and drinking. One good thing came out this whole Adam mess. They were actually settling in for once. Enjoying themselves.
It was a well deserved break.
The radio on the counter cut to static, interrupting the classic rock Dean insisted was "real music," whatever that meant.
"Damn thing..." Dean muttered, standing up to mess with the antennae on the decade-old device. The radio had been rather on and off about it's ability to retrieve signal. "We reallyneed to get Bobby a new radio."
When the static broke, Dean's music had disappeared, replaced with... something else...
Help me out, yeah,
You know you gotta help me out, yeah,
Oh, don't you put me on the back burner,
You know you gotta help me out, yeah
And when there's nowhere else to run,
Is there room for one more son?
"What's this shit?!" Dean said, furiously trying to switch stations. The radio refused to obey. Dean slammed his fist down on the counter in frustration. "Adam! Get out here, bitch!"
Sam pulled out his phone, turning on the camera.
"Maybe it's just technical..." Sam muttered, his Adam hunt turning up negative.
Suddenly, Sam's chair unceremoniously dumped him onto the floor.
Sam slid across the floor, making a scrambled attempt to get to his feet. The camera was pointed towards the corner behind Sam's chair.
Adam smirked at them, his dead eyes shimmering with mischievous delight.
He waved, smirking.
"What's he doing?!" Dean barked, looking over his younger brother's shoulder.
"Didn't you say he was in a kid?"
Adam leaped into the air weightlessly. He rolled onto his back, resting his ankle on his knee and folding his arms behind his head. He looked very proud of himself.
"Well he was!"
The brothers glared silently at their spectral sibling. Adam looked... Different from what they remembered. He looked disheveled, even singed in some places. His ghostly figure seemed to emit a sort of smoke, and he had visible ash streaks on his clothes and skin. His eyes were sunken and he was missing the well-fed and well-kept look he had when they first met him. Hell certainly did a number on him.
Adam quickly became bored with the silence and amused himself by picking Sam's cards up off the table and looking through them. He shook his head and smirked before moving on to Dean's hand.
Sam cleared his throat. "A-Adam?"
Adam looked up, unimpressed.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked, trying very hard to sound friendly. "Here, I mean."
Adam dropped the cards back down on the table. He wandered around to their side of the table and sat down on a backwards chair, his arms resting on the back and legs out on each side. He gave them a nonchalant wave of his hand.
"Okay, quit with the silent treatment..." Dean said, growing very annoyed. Bobby entered the room, very confused.
"What's going on in here?"
Sam passed the phone to Bobby. Adam waved again, much less smugly this time. He looks like he honestly wouldn't care if Bobby was the queen of England.
"Adam?" Bobby said, somewhat disbelieving. It wasn't that he doubted the Winchesters were bring pestered by their half-brother, but he wasn't really expecting to see the boy so soon. "What in God's name happened to you?"
Adam looked very annoyed. He sighed, though no sound actually came out, and pointed at the radio. The channel switched again.
I fell into a burning ring of fire
I went down, down, down and the flames went higher
And it burns, burns, burns, the ring of fire...
"Well, I knew that!" Bobby protested.
"You act like we pushedyou in, Adam!" Sam said, trying to talk over Johnny Cash. "I went in too! We can work this out! We can get you back in Heaven with your mom!"
Adan's face became a mask of white-hot rage.
The table flipped itself, flying across the room and smashing itself into the wall. The boys barely got out the way in time.
The radio went to loud static before settling on a Taylor Swift song.
We are never, ever, ever getting back together!
We are never, ever, ever getting back together!
You go talk? to your friends talk,
To my friends, talk to me,
But we are never, ever, ever, ever getting back together!
"We can do this withoutthe attitude, boy," Bobby said threateningly. Adam responded by mockingly imitating Bobby with a hand puppet and making a silly face.
Sam's fists clenched and unclenched agitatedly and Dean was cracking his knuckles as if he really could hit a ghost. A silent pact was made to make Adam feel pain any way possible. No one insults Bobby Singer in front of them.
Adam jumped up out of his chair, drifting though the air with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Let's go, boys," Bobby said, grabbing each of them by their shirts. They nodded and followed him out. "Leave Adam to pout on his own."
Adam watched them go bitterly.
"Well, he's certainly your brother," Bobby said, once they were back in the safety of the previously ghost-proofed study.
"We knewthat," Sam said, leaning back against the doorframe.
Bobby gave him a look. "I know, idjit. I was talking about his attitude."
"What about it?" Dean asked.
"You were both like that," Bobby said, rolling his eyes. "For soldiers, you were needy little brats. But you never liked to admit it. No, no, it'd hurt your little six year old prides too much. You'd just sit there and steamuntil you got so upset no one was paying attention that you'd throw a tantrum about it."
The Winchesters were obviously upset over Bobby's analogy. Funny, since he had strategically avoided saying they were stilllike that.
"So what?" Sam asked, shrugging. "Adam's tantruming?"
"You told me he said he knew you two haven't been making his rescue your top priority, yeah?"
"We've had a lot to do, Bobby!" Dean shouted defensively.
"Don't you think I know that?!" Bobby barked in response. "What I'm saying is he must've been steaming for quite a while if he knows that."
The room falls into silence.
"He just showed up!" Dean said, trying to make sense of Bobby's suggestion.
"He's just now getting the hang of possessing! How long do you think he's been learning?! How long did it take him to figure out how to flip tables and flicker lights?!"
More silence.
Neither brother liked the idea of having had a ghost in the backseat for God knows how long without ever noticing.
"Exactly," Bobby huffed. "Now I suggest you two go get some bedrolls. Unless you feel like waking up with shaving cream all over your faces."
Note: Songs used, in order, are as follow:
One More Son - The Killers
The Ring Of Fire - Johnny Cash
We Are Never, Ever, Ever Getting Back Together - Taylor Swift