Castiel had left, promising he'd return with answers later and Dean had begrudgingly gone to sleep upstairs. That left Sam alone in the kitchen, waiting.
"...Adam?" He asked the silence, hoping maybe there'd be an answer that wasn't violent. "Are you there...?"
Timid static quietly emitted from the radio on the counter.
Sam smirked. "Don't like rocksalt much, do you?"
The static cut out instantly.
"Come on out, Adam. Dean's not here. I wanna talk."
The lights flickered.
"There you are." Sam smiled. He knew why Dean was mad. He understood, but there was no reason to get angry. Adam wasn't going to respond well to that. "Now, Adam, I want to explain a couple things to you. Peacefully. Calmly. You can use the radio to talk if you want."
Adam turned the lights out completely.
"Don't get upset!" Sam said, not moving from his seat. "I just want you to know what's happening to you."
No response.
"Aren't you even a little bit curious...?"
The lights flickered back to life.
"See? Friendly conversation."
Light static from the radio. Adam was willing to talk.
"Adam, I'm going to ask you a couple questions, if you want you can flicker the lights once for yes-"
"That will not be necessary."
Sam whipped around, nearly falling out of his chair. Adam stood, "full specter" as he had called it, behind him.
"Why didn't you do that sooner?" Sam smiled, genuinely happy to see his brother acting peaceful.
"This shit is hard, Sam!" Adam said defensively. "I'd like to see you get it right on the first try!"
Even as he said that, Sam could see the figure flickering, ever so slightly, like a lightbulb that wasn't quite screwed in properly.
Sam didn't have any time to waste, apparently.
"Adam, how are you here?"
Adam looked frustrated. "I told you, I hitched a ride."
"That's impossible, Adam," Sam said, keeping his voice level. "We're just worried about you-"
"You don't need to 'worry about me,'" Adam rolled his eyes. "I'm not seven, I can handle myself."
"We just want to make sure-"
"I'm sure," Adam said, as if to say "and that's final." "I'm fucking fine and dandy floating around out here and making you two dumbasses cringe, so if you could just stop shooting me, I think I'll be fine, thank you."
Sam opened his mouth to say something, but suddenly the house was alive with movement. Adam gave Sam a fearful look before static-ing out of sight like poor TV reception.
"Adam-" Sam said to his vanishing brother. Too late. He was gone.
Dean appeared in the doorway, breathless.
"Omens," He panted.
"Demons?" Sam said, dumbfounded, but already to his feet. They hadn't had to deal with crap like this in awhile.
Dean shook his head.
"Angels."
And with that one word, the younger Winchester leapt into action. Bobby was pinpointing the location of the cause of the sudden spark divine miracles, while Dean and Sam were packing up to hit the road. Every few minutes, Sam could his spectral sibling watching from the dark corners, a pair of dead eyes monitoring every movement.
The impala was loaded up and the two brothers were
"Here's hoping whatever's keeping Adam here got left at the house, right?" Dean said, smirking and revving up the engine. "Maybe this drive will be a bit more peaceful."
Sam would like to share in his brother's hope, but with their luck, Sam was very doubtful. Dean turned on the radio, and instead of ghostly static and bad music, their normal station played.
They traveled in happy silence, except for the music playing, for maybe about twenty minutes.
At last, the baby of the family made his presence known.
"Look what I can do!" Adam's voice singsonged, interrupting the music. Adam's voice wasn't from the backseat, or from the mouth of a possessed brother. It was from the speakers. Adam wasn't just haunting the backseat.
Adam was inside the impala.
"No!" Dean shouted, staring in horror at the car radio. If Adam was alive he probably wouldn't even be allowed to look at the impala, let alone get behind the wheel. "Adam, what the hell is wrong with you! Get out of the car!"
This was pushing it and Adam knew it.
That was the only reason he was even doing it.
"No, really! Look!" Adam said. Suddenly, the impala swerved, causing Sam to slam his head into the passenger side window full-force and threatening to throw the car off the road. Just as quickly as it was lost, control was regained, Dean breathing a sigh of relief.
"Adam!" Dean said threateningly, still visibly shaken by the impala's near-death experience.
"Okay, okay, I'm just kidding. I wouldn't crash this baby!" Adam said cheekily, his voice scratchy through the speakers. "Getting behind the wheel of this thing is a rare opportunity! Where else am I gonna find a couple ghosthunting dickbags with a ride this nice?"
Dean looked ready to jump out of the car.