Dean was never fond of seances, and especially not ones that involved bratty half-brothers who spend their entire time kissing up to the psychic. Adam probably thinks she can actually physically wound him or something.
The eldest Winchester just knew his spectral sibling was cackling over how silly they looked, holding hands around a card table in a dimly lit room as Drew recited chants in an attempt to summon a ghost who was already sitting in the room.
Suddenly, the room's air filled with static. This time, it wasn't the radio. It was like ringing in their ears. White-noise from no concernable location, except inside their ears. Made sense that a spirit who communicated through static should appear as it too.
It was like they were getting poor reception. Adam's voice kept trying to break the static, but you could never tell what he was saying.
As if from a shitty television, the half-brother flickered into view in a corner of the room. He still looked singed, dirty, an all around dead, but now they could see him without a camera phone.
"...Adam?" Dean asked, watching the ghostly form marvel at it's own visibility. HE stared down at his transparent hands, opening and closing his fists with wide, wondering eyes. At last, Adam looked up.
"Hey, Losechesters," He said smirking at his own joke.
"Cute," Sam said before his brother could counter. He had never had to be the middle-child-mediator before.
"I try," Adam shrugged, wandering over to the shelf and picking up a book. He smirked. "So I've gone full specter, then?"
"Hardly," Bobby growled, rolling his eyes. "It's a seance. We're summoning you."
"Summoning?" Adam asked, unimpressed. "Lemme guess. This is interrogation, isn't it? What is it with you two over-controlling bastards and keeping me on lockdown?"
The Winchesters exchange ready-to-kill glares.
"Look, Adam," Sam said, trying to keep his temper in check. "We just wanna know how you got here."
"Accidents happen." Adam shrugged.
Dean's head met the table. "We're being serious."
"I'm not."
Dean looked back up his phantasmal brother. "Adam, you're supposed to be in Hell."
"I decided I like it here better."
This was going to be so much fun.
"...You don't just get to decide that," Sam said, picking up his brother's slack. "You can't just leave! You don't just escape the cage! Something had to have broken you out!"
"Yeah," Adam growled. "I did."
"You couldn't have-"
"I had a little help, obviously," The youngest sibling rolled his ghostly eyes. "I hitched a ride."
"...On what?" Dean asked, a bad feeling settling in his gut. He could tell he wouldn't like this answer.
Adam drifted into the air, floating weightlessly. He leaned back, relaxing in mid-air with his arms folded behind his head. "Big brother."
Sam and Dean exchanged looks. "...What?"
Adam waved his hand nonchalantly towards Sam. "God helps those who help themselves, right?"
"How is that even-?!" Sam was at a lost for words. "That can't just..."
"Happen?" Adam asked, rolling onto his stomach. "Well, guess what, Goliath, it did."
The room fell into silence, Sam, Bobby and Dean were at a lost for words. Adam hopped on Sam's ride home? He'd been there that long? Why didn't they know sooner?
Adam rolled his eyes. "Look at me and look at Sam. If he came out as a soulless body, what did I come out as?"
You could hear a pin drop.
"You," Dean growled, rising to his feet without breaking the circle of hands. "Are the reason Sam's soul was trapped in Hell?"
"Well, you weren't gonna rescue me," Adam sassed, flipping over so he was floating right side up again. "I had to do something. And if you haven't noticed, Sam's just fine now. My body is still down there!"
Sam squeezed his brother's hand, trying to pull him back into his chair. Dean refused, glaring into Adam's dead eyes.
A scowl spread across the wayward soul's lips. "Do what you want, but I'm here to stay. You two got your happy hunter ending while everything I've worked for in nineteen years has a nice 'deceased' stamp on it. You can be angry at me for locking Sam's soul in the pit for a little bit longer all you want, but I've still got the short stick."
"So you're handling this by throwing hubcaps!?" Dean spat.
"It's harder than it looks!"
"Are you trying to kill us?!"
"I thought you'd be a bit more excited to know I wasn't burning in a pit!"
"Not if you try to decapitate us!"
The poltergeist huffed, setting his feet back down on the ground only to turn on his heels and face away from them. "Break the stupid summoning thing. I don't want to talk."
"No, Adam," Bobby said. "Like you said, you're on lockdown, and no angels are gonna break you out this time."
"Fine," Adam spat. "Ask away all you want. I'm not taking anymore callers."
"Adam-" Sam started. A heavy tome effortlessly hurled itself off one of the shelves and nearly slammed into the boy's face. It landed across the room with a crack that'd make any bookworm squirm. Sam straightened up, his mouth twitching and his temper beginning to show. He took a deep breath. "Adam, we want to know exactly what happened."
"I told you. I rode your ass up like a luck dragon."
"...A what?" The Winchesters asked in unison.
Adam turned around, an "are you kidding" look plastered on his face. When he realized they weren't kidding, his eyebrows went up in what might have been surprised, but really he just looked impressed at their ignorance.
"...Nevermind..."
Notes: Sorry for lack of updates. I've been working on some other Adam stories and AUs, but now I'll be putting more effort into this one, seeing as it's getting a LOT more positive attention the I was thinking it was going to get. Thank you all!
Also, if you're in the Winchester's shoes of not understanding Adam's reference, enhance your life by reading or watching The Neverending Story. Luck dragons, man. Luck dragons.