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Part 19:

"He say anything?"

"Not a word since he said he wants to talk to Michael."

Dean froze in the doorway of Bobby's study. "Michael? The bick dick that wanted to wear me to the prom?"

Bobby shrugged. "How many other angels you know named Michael?" he paused. "How's she doin'?"

Dean shrugged. "Sleeping." he shifted his weight and went to the fridge to grab a beer. "We can't let him talk to Michael, Bobby."

Sam glanced at his brother. They'd reached Bobby's sooner than expected, as Dean had punched it on the gas after Cas's phone call to Sam. They hadn't told Kae yet either.

Bobby sighed. "Yeah. I know." he paused. "So what do we do?"

Dean was quiet for a moment. In truth, the only plausible answer seemed for him to say yes to Michael. Maybe that way, he could figure out something so Adam could have a life (unless Michael deigned to put him back in the ground), and Sam and Kae would be safe from Lucifer.

"I need some air." he said finally before heading for the front door.

Kae let out a small groan and opened her eyes. She was lying in bed, in Bobby's guest bedroom - at least she was pretty sure it was Bobby's - he'd let her camp out there once a few years back. The weird thing was, she hadn't had a nightmare at all - and she was pretty sure she'd slept the entire trip to Sioux Falls.

It was nice...as long as she didn't think about what had happened over the past few days. She sat up, stretched, and got out of bed. She made her way downstairs to find Sam and Bobby in the kitchen. Dean was nowhere to be seen.

Sam smiled at her. "Hey."

She nodded. "Hey." Bobby cleared his throat, making her laugh a little and she looked at him. "Hey Bobby."

"I'm real sorry -" he started but she shook her head.

"Thanks...but I don't wanna hear anymore sorrys, Bobby." she bit her lip. "You guys seen Dean around?"

"He's out front," Bobby replied. "You hungry?"

She shook her head. "Maybe later."

She hurried from the room.

It didn't take her long to find Dean. He was bent over (Damn that man had a perfect ass) one of the old cars in the salvage yard, but he wasn't trying to fix anything. He was just staring down at the engine.

"Dean?"

He swore loudly as his head came up too quick, knocking against the propped up trunk lid. When he turned around, his scowl was replaced by surprise.

"Kae," he rubbed the back of his head irritably, wincing.

She walked over and lifted a hand to touch the back of his head. "Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."

He sighed. "It's fine. You okay?"

Kae was quiet for a moment, her fingers threading gently through his hair, trying to soothe the patch he'd hit on the lid. He hadn't hit it hard enough to bruise - at least badly.

"Not really." she paused. "What do you remember about your mom?"

He didn't speak for a moment. "Not a whole lot. She died when I was four."

"Tell me something...anything."

He smiled sadly. "She...used to make me tomato rice soup when I'd get sick."

She chuckled. "That sounds disgusting."

He laughed. "Maybe I'll make it for you sometime."

"You do, and I'll dump the bowl right over your head."

He snorted. "Your turn."

She was quiet for a moment.

"You know cambion stay in a comatose state until they're around seven, right?" she said finally.

He nodded. "Yeah."

"She used to sing a lot around the house...And one of the first things I remember, waking up in the hospital, was her singing. She told me it was Another Day in Paradise by Phil Collins."

"Who?"

"You're kidding me - you don't know who Phil Collins is?" she said incredulously.

He shook his head.

"Okay this is unacceptable." she said. "One of these days I'm going to sit your ass down and we're gonna listen to his CDs."

"Okay but then you have to listen to my Metallica cassette."

She pulled a face. "Metallica sucks!"

He pretended to pull away from her. "I did not just hear you say that."

"Sad but true." she paused. "I will listen to one song. One. For you."

He grinned and pulled her back against his chest before leaning down and kissing her chastely on the lips. She sighed softly and he pulled back, resting his forehead against hers.

"Awesome."

"So Adam's your half brother?"

"Yeah." Sam looked at Dean who shrugged. He and Kae had rejoined Sam and Bobby in the house to discuss the latest Apocalypse development. Whatever she and Dean had talked about that had led to the two walking in, hands tangled together and her with a small smile on her face, Sam was grateful for - if Dean kept at it, Kae would - well she'd never get over losing her mother entirely, but he could at least help Kae through the hard part. "He uh...he died last year. Ghoul attack."

"Gross."

"Tell me about it." Dean's grip on her hand tightened. "The angels brought him back. Cas found him and brought him here."

"I don't understand...what do they want with him?" Kae stared down at Adam's unonscious form in confusion. "Aren't you the 'chosen one'?"

He nodded.

"I was, but...I guess they decided differently."

Kae didn't say a word. She leaned against Dean's shoulder and sighed heavily.

"So how do we get him out of this?"

"I tell Michael yes." Dean replied.

Kae yanked her hand out of his grip. "What? No!"

"Kae, if I can stop Lucifer -"

"You'll destroy the planet!" she yelled.

"You don't think I know that?" he yelled back. "But I can end this before Lucifer gets his hands on Sam - before he finds a way to get to you without your consent!"

"I know you want to protect us, but God - Dean if you do this -"

"Hey if you lovebirds are done, I think you might want to know somethin' important," Bobby had walked back into the room after checking on Adam. "Adam's gone."

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