Sam sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The cots he, Dean, and Bobby were laying on wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it was better than sleeping where Adam could get them. As Dean had said, he was relatively harmless besides pranks, but that was yesterday. None of them knew exactly how fast ghosts learned or how long it'd take before Adam could do real damage.

After all, he already flipped the table.

If he could do that, what's stopping him from put knives in their backs?

Sam wearily got to his feet and starting attempting to shake his older brother awake. "Dean... Dean, get up..."

Dean moaned sleepily and rolled over.

Sam tried a new tactic. "Dean, Adam keyed your car..."

"I'm not an idiot, Sam..."

"Dude, you have to get up," Sam said, shaking his brother's shoulder. "We have a psychic coming."

"Damn..." Dean muttered, sitting up and stretching. "I forgot about that..."

"So," Sam asked. "Who wants to wake Bobby up?"

"Not me."

"You act like I'm so eager."

"Maybe if we leave him be, he'll wake up on his own," Dean said, walking over towards the hallway. He stepped over the saltline, and immediately shrieked.

"Dean!" Sam cried, scampering to his brother's aid. Dean's face was hidden in his hands, tears rolling down his face and mucus dripping everywhere.

"W-w-what is h-happening?!"

Sam examined his brother, looking for the cause of Dean's misery.

"Pepper?" Sam asked, noticing the black powder that covered Dean's head, neck and shoulders. Sam scowled. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Cute joke, Adam."

"Joke?!" Dean said as his body continued to try to flush the spice out of it's system. Sam hoped Adam found this funny, because they sure didn't.

"Dude, we spent a whole night keeping him out with salt," Sam explained, rolling his eyes. "So his revenge is pepper."

"That," Dean sputtered. "Has to be the shittest joke I've ever heard!"

"I think Adam got a kick out of it..."

"Trust me," Dean threatened loudly. "He'll get more than a kick when I get my hands on him!"

Sam sighed. "Alright, alright. Let's just go get ready."

As soon as Sam stepped out the salt circle, he too was pepper-bombed.

Adam apparently had this morning planned out and ready for them.

Sinks sprayed their faces, food flew off tables, rugs were pulled out from under them, radios went haywire, the basement door locked itself and Sam had to shimmy out a small window, the impala's trunk lid was unceremoniously dropped on Dean's head, and Bobby was almost decapitated by a hubcap Adam had tossed as if it was just a frisbee.

By the time the psychic got there, they were in worse condition then they started in.

"Boys," Bobby said, gesturing to a small, smiling woman. "I'd like you to meet Ms. Kennedy."

"Oh, please, Bobby!" She said in a sing-song voice. She was very... Pixie-like. Small, pointed, and so far, she had not stopped smirking. "Call me Drew. You two must be Sam and Dean."

"Actually-"

"I'm Dean," The older brother said, correcting her mistake. Drew had gestured to them when she addressed them by name, and incorrectly so. He couldn't help that his little brother was bigger than he was...

Pleasantries were exchanged, then interrupted by the kitchen radio blaring Adam's trademark communication attempt.

"Oh, can it, would you?" Bobby said, rolling his eyes and leading the group into the kitchen.

Drew smiled excitedly, she scampered up to the middle of the room, staring intently at the empty air. "Oh, hello there! You must be Adam!"

"Uh, that's him alright," Dean growled, deciding that this woman must see the boy even if he couldn't. He learned not to question psychics. "Our little asshole."

The radio cut to angry static before settling.

Hate is a strong word,

But I really, really, really don't like you!

"Dean!" Drew scolded. "Adam was being very well behaved, there's no need to be so rude!"

Dean stared, confused. Adam? Polite?

"Kissass..." The Winchesters muttered in unison, exchanging looks.

A plate flew out of the sink and smashed into the wall behind their heads.

The psychic looked disapproving of the entire situation.

Notes: Firstly, I want to thank you guys for all the positive feedback. You're all great, keep on keepin' on! Secondly, I want to apologize for accidental not-canon character drop. I never intended for any non-canon characters to show up, I just needed an NPC, okay? She won't be around long. She'll leave in the next chapter. On the subject of apologies, sorry for the short chapter. There will be a new one up soon and it will hopefully be a bit longer.

Only song used:
Hate - Plain White T's