Adam was not a fun carmate. Siblings never were.
For two hours, Adam left the windshield wipers running, despite the perfectly clear weather, for four hours, Adam played nothing but Radio Disney, and at every possible opportunity, Adam slammed on the horn just to make his older brothers look like dicks.
Three times now, Adam had turned the engine light on for no good reason, five times now, he turned off the headlights while on the dark country roads, eight times now, he's made them think they were out of gas and stranded, and a whopping eleven times now, he randomly hit the breaks.
"...Are we there yet?" Adam asked for the hundredth time. Adam had been, without fail, asking that same fucking question every five minutes, like clockwork. Sam groaned loudly. He wished they could go back to the wonderful, peaceful time when all Adam could do was play whatever he wanted through the radio.
"For the love of God, Adam!" Dean yelled, a whole night of sleepless driving finally catching up to him. Neither Winchester had slept at all. Their ghost brother wouldn't let them. "If you ask that one more time we're getting out of the car and taking a friggin' BUS."'
"Just asking."
Silence.
"...But really, are we there yet? You didn't answer."
Dean let out a warcry, and slammed his fist down on the dashboard.
"...No? Okay. I'll ask later."
More silence.
Sam gives his suicidal brother a look. "Two hours to go."
"Don't remind me."
Again, silence. Their five minutes were ticking away.
"...Are we there yet?"
"Adam, do you have anything better to do?!" Dean screamed.
"...We could play I Spy," Adam said simply. A scratchy sigh comes through the speakers. "Honestly, Dean, I'm dead. What do you think I have to do all day?
Dean rolled his eyes. He did not want any part of Adam's pity party.
"Besides, you're the one who's all about family. This is what it's like to have a younger sibling. Get used to it." Adam said. "Also, I rolled my eyes back at you. But you couldn't tell because I'm dead."
"I told you, Adam," Sam sighed. "You're not dead."
"I don't know," Adam said. "I feel pretty spectral."
"That's because you left your body in Hell!"
"That's cause you left me in Hell!"
"We were gonna get you out! We were working on it!"
"Oh yeah, I'm sure."
Dean's only response was an eyeroll.
Adam stayed quiet for a little bit, but the anger in the air was still present and suffocating.
"Where are we even going?" The youngest Winchester asked, earning a groan from his half-brothers.
"Adam, you like games, right? Let's play a game."
"What...?"
"The Quiet Game," Sam explained. "Whoever stays quiet the longest, wins."
A long pause. Maybe Adam was winning this game after all.
Suddenly, the impala threw itself into the next lane, the Winchester brothers almost screaming as the car jerked to the side.
"Nah, I like this game better," Adam chuckled. "So, where are we going?"
Two hours passed slowly, the word Stull hanging in the air despite Adam's now half-hearted attempts to distract everyone from it by bugging his brothers. Radio Disney was playing for most of it.
No one liked the idea of returning to The Chosen Field's hometown, but if the omens were there, they had to.
Angels.
Big signs, too.
This had to be huge.
As they approached their destination, rain began to fall in big, heavy drops. Adam responded by occasionally turning off the windshield wipers.
Author's Note: So, so, sorry for keeping you all waiting. I've been busy... .