Hi, could you write a one shot where Adam is out of the pit and the reader is pretty much a sister to the Winchesters, but they like Adam and Adam likes them back but Sam and Dean are extremely protective even though Adam is their half brother?
Hey. So I sort of cut Sam out of this, but aside from that, I hope it’s alright. Fair warning - it’s kind of long.
I quite liked writing this, actually. Mostly because I like the idea of Adam being freed from Hell.
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You pulled your car into the bunker’s garage, cutting off the engine. The Winchesters had gone on a hunt a fortnight ago, a simple salt and burn. They were supposed to be back within two days, but then you’d gotten a call from them saying that ‘something had come up’ but 'not to worry, they’d be back soon.’ Which had, of course, left you stuck in limbo for a while. You couldn’t go on any hunts, because you wouldn’t have back-up if something went wrong. But at the same time, you couldn’t get involved in much else in case the brothers needed you.
But last night, the brothers had finally called to tell you that they were back at the bunker. So first thing this morning, you had set off, drinking a coffee as you drove over. And now that you had finally arrived, you were set to give them an earful for leaving you out of the loop.
“Two calls in two weeks, with one of those being last night. Not exactly what I’d consider keeping in touch,” you seethed, slamming the door behind you. Sam and Dean started, looking up at you in shock. They both looked exhausted, and you wondered just how much sleep they’d gotten over the past two weeks. Sam opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off before he could start.
“Look, I get that you were away longer than expected. Shit happens, I get it. But you couldn’t have spared a moment here and there to let me know what was happening? Christ, I was worried about you guys! But could I do anything? No! Because you idiots decided that you were better off on your own and so I had to wait here, wondering if you were dead yet! Oh - who are you?” Your anger subsided momentarily, as you took in the third man in the room, one you hadn’t noticed before. His eyes were sunken into his face, smudged with black rings, and you noticed that he kept twitching and darting his eyes around the room, as though he expected something to jump out at him.
“Y/N, this is Adam, our brother,” Dean introduced you. “Well, half-brother, technically. Adam, this is Y/N, a good friend of ours.”
“Your what?” you demanded. “Are you fucking - I can’t believe this. You never thought to mention in the whole two years that I’ve known you that you have a brother?”
“Well, we didn’t know him that well!” Sam said in their defence.
“Whatever,” you replied, pinching the bridge of your nose. As much as you loved them, the Winchesters had the ability to infuriate you like no one else.
“Look, Y/N, we really need to catch up on some sleep,” Dean said. “Do you think you could look after Adam for a bit?”
“Sure,” you sighed, watching them leave the room. After their backs had disappeared from sight, you turned to Adam, tucking your thumbs into your belt loops.
“So,” you began, drawing out the 'o’ sound. “Can I get you a drink or something? I reckon you could use something like that. You look like you’ve been through hell.” Adam flinched, and you wondered what he’d found fault with in your innocent comment. “Sorry, did I say something wrong?”
“It’s just…I kind of have been through Hell. Very literally,” Adam responded, a haunted expression colouring his features. “I’ve been there since about…2010, I guess.” You gasped, covering your mouth with your hand. Time in Hell was longer than on Earth, and you couldn’t begin to imagine what Adam had gone through.
“How are you still talking right now?” you asked, thinking in horror of the kind of trauma he must’ve been through.
“I don’t know,” he whispered hollowly, gazing up at you with empty eyes.
“I’m going to get you some tea,” you decided. “Or alcohol. Or maybe alcohol in the tea.” Adam’s mouth quirked upwards, but the smile never reached his eyes.
“That’d be great,” he answered, sinking back against the cushions of the lounge, while you got busy preparing him a drink.
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Over the coming months, you stayed at the bunker, having made the decision to be there to help ease Adam through post-Hell trauma. You were practically dead yourself, having been woken up most nights by Adam’s screaming as he lived the torture all over again. The only thing worse than nightmares born out of fear were those born out of reality.
Adam was adjusting so much better than you would’ve thought. Hell, the fact that he was still walking was a miracle within itself. You and the Winchesters had passed the days filling him in on current events, letting him know that he was back in the real world, assuring him that he was safe within the confines of the bunker. But you were treading on eggshells around him. Sam and Dean had both been to Hell, and they knew just how easy it was to bring back that trauma.
Out of everyone, Adam seemed to have connected most with you. While Sam and Dean really tried to help him, sometimes their own memories just got too much, and they couldn’t do it. But you didn’t have those horrors in your past, so you kept at it, bringing Adam back into the light whenever the darkness threatened to take hold.
But it wasn’t just Adam who connected with you. You found that you felt a connection to him as well. And as inappropriate as it was, you found yourself developing feelings for him. The guy had spent the equivalent of several centuries in Hell, but instead of trying to help him, you were crushing on him.
That thought kept you awake many nights, and tonight was no excuse. Usually, you didn’t have to worry, because Adam woke up from his nightmares and provided you with a distraction. But amazingly, he seemed to be sleeping through the night tonight.
With a groan, you eased yourself out of bed, heading to the kitchen to make some hot chocolate to help you get to sleep. You had just put the kettle on when you heard footsteps behind you. Turning around, you found Adam walking into the room. “Hey, what are you doing up?” you asked drowsily.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he answered, a rueful smile on his face.
“Like, nightmares, or…” your voice trailed off as your eyes searched his face, looking for any sign of there being something wrong.
“Nah, just thinking about stuff. Nothing to worry about,” he assured you.
“Alright. I actually had the same problem. Did you want some hot chocolate?” You asked, opening the cupboard and reaching in for your mug. When he nodded, you grabbed an extra one and put them both down in the counter. While you waited for the water to boil, you spooned some chocolate powder into the mugs, and when the hot chocolates were finally ready, the two of you sat down together.
It was quiet for a few minutes, the only sounds being the slurping of beverages and the clinks of mugs against the counter as they were put down. When only the dregs remained, you decided to break the silence. “So what were you thinking about?”
“What?”
“You said that your thoughts were keeping you awake,” you elaborated. “What were you thinking about?”
“Oh, just thinking about how much everything has changed while I was…gone.” He went quite, and you regretted saying anything.
“Sorry,” you apologised. “I can’t imagine what it must be like for you. I wish I hadn’t mentioned it.”
“Hey, don’t worry. It’s not your fault,” he told you. “In fact, you’ve probably been the biggest help in all this. So thank you for that.”
“You’re welcome,” you answered softly. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Adam had been staring at you, a faint smirk on his face. Your cheeks heated up, and you felt yourself growing self conscious.
“You, ah, have a bit…” His let his voice trail off, instead choosing to point at his upper lip. Reaching up to touch your own, you felt a milk moustache.
“Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing,” you laughed, rubbing it off. “Is it gone?”
“Ah, hang on. There’s a little bit…let me get it for you.” He reached across, wiping at it with the pad of his thumb. For a moment, everything went still. There was only Adam, his eyes gazing into yours and his hand resting by your mouth. And then the clock started again, and it was over.
Clearing your throat, you glanced down, feeling your face get redder than it already was. “So what were you thinking about?” he asked, shaking you from your thoughts.
“When?”
“When you couldn’t sleep.”
“Oh. That,” you said. “It’s nothing, really. It’s stupid.” You wracked your brains desperately for something else to talk about, but came up empty.
“I bet it’s not,” he replied, smiling encouragingly.
“I was thinking about you,” you muttered reluctantly, avoiding his eyes.
“What about me?” he asked curiously, nudging you with his foot.
“Stupid things. Like, the way your hair is all messy when you wake up. Or the way your mouth quirks up on one side when I tell a joke. Or the way you - never mind. Stupid stuff.” You tried to cut yourself off, but it was too late. The damage had been done, and the truth was out.
“Doesn’t sound stupid to me.” You stopped, halfway out of your chair. You had been on your way back to bed, so sure that you had ruined things between the two of you.
“Come again?” you asked in surprise. Surely he didn’t…no. He couldn’t feel the same way. He was still recovering. Surely he wouldn’t want to get involved in a relationship with anyone just yet.
“I like you, Y/N. A lot,” he told you, standing up and pulling you with him so that the two of you stood facing each other. Your toes were touching, and his arms were wrapped gently around your elbows, holding you to him.
“I like you, too,” you whispered, closing the gap between you. His kiss was soft, hesitant. You could taste the fear, the torment he had been through. But at the same time, you could feel the hope that he held, could sense that this was his second chance at life.
“What the hell?” Dean demanded. “I come into my kitchen in the middle of the night and find you both making out?”
You and Adam pulled apart, turning to face Dean. But Adam’s hand never quite left you, moving to rest on the small of your back. “We were just -” you began.
“I don’t want to hear it,” Dean interrupted. “Adam, what the hell are you doing? She’s like a sister to us!”
“I’m your brother!” Adam protested, looking at Dean in disbelief.
“So? That doesn’t give you free passage to our friends!” Dean retorted.
“Dean! What is wrong with you?” you hissed. “I don’t know if you’ve realised, but I am fully capable of making my own choices. And I chose to kiss Adam!”
Dean’s expression turned slightly apologetic, but he still didn’t back down. “I’m just worried, Y/N. I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
“Dean,” you sighed. “That’s a part of life, unfortunately. But even so, I don’t think Adam would ever deliberately hurt me. Would you?” you asked him, turning to look at him.
“Of course not,” he answered, slightly offended that you had to ask.
“See?” you said, turning back to Dean. “Besides, if he does, you’ll have my permission to kick his arse. Alright?” Dean grudgingly agreed, allowing you to move on. “Well, now that we’ve got that sorted, would you mind, Dean? Adam and I are a little busy right now.”
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