SPN Oneshots

Dialogue Prompt (#1/5.)

SPN Dialogue Prompts. (#1/5.)
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"We never stood a chance, did we?"

"That's the sad part. —We did.
We all did at one point."

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((Adam M.))

"You're really going to leave everything behind? All because some wacky Angel spoke to you in your dreams?"

Adam had pondered aloud, quizzically.

This bound of news had hurt him just as much as it had you.
But now you were going off and blowing it way out of proportion.

You were throwing your clothes together as you packed them into a large duffel bag you had been given by your late father.

If you could even call him that. He wasn't present enough in yours or Adam's life to get that title.

"Yeah, Adam, I am! Knowing that the other half of our fucked up family is out there doing Jack-squat about those... Those, heinous things that bump in the night?"

"Do you understand how insane you sound right now?
I'm hurting too, but you can't go off and do this shit just because, 'he told you to'!"

Adam walked closer and latched onto your shoulder with a hand, pushing you away from the bag. He was crying, heavily,

"I can't have my sister leave to deal with God-knows-what they are. Sure, they say they're Angels, but can we even trust that? Can you?"

You pushed Adam away from you, scratching to get out of his tight grip.

You knew he was right, but doing nothing wasn't good enough for you. If you could save the end of times and prevent it from ever happening, you'd do it in the blink of an eye.

"You say 'Yes' to Michael, and we're all done for. He'll never give you up as his vessel, and I'll never get my sister back!"

Adam shouted through his racking sobs, clutching onto your jacket as he pulled you into a hug. He refused to let go and to say goodbye to the only person he had left in his family.

"But he can give something else back to us. Something that means more than we'll ever know!"

"Michael can't give mom back, no matter what he tells you, Y/N."

You sucked in a breath as tears began to flood at the mention of her name.

"You know that, way down in your heart. Don't trust those douchebags, Y/N. Please."

Adam pleaded as he held desperately onto you, squeezing you tight to his frame.

You craned your neck upward to look at his disheartened features, the tears that welled in his eyes.
His face had flushed with redness, the lack of sleep had itched beneath the surface and caused eye bags as well as an underlying soreness.

You imagined you had looked just as roughed up as Adam had. Your own Dave probably matching the same feeling of helplessness and despair.

Living without your mother was agony. There was a crater in your hearts that couldn't be filled with a promise so artificial.

It left a sickness in your stomach.

"Don't be the hero they're forcing you to be. That's not your job or mine. That is the Winchester's duty. So, please. Just drop the idea from your mind."

"They're supposed to be apart of our family too, Adam."

"Would they drop everything at a dime for us? Would they ever sacrifice their own lives for us because we mattered even a fraction to them?"

You knew the answer to that without having to think too prolonged about it.
But you didn't want to say it out loud, either.

It was a fresh wound, and it stung rightfully.

You had held out hope that maybe, maybe they did. Perhaps they would've if things had went down differently.

"We never even stood a chance.
Did we, Adam?"

"That's the sad part. —We did.
We all did at one point. Mom included."

"I miss her so fucking much, Adam...
I miss mom."

"I know. I know I do too."

Adam held your tighter as you both cried in mourning for the woman you held so dearly close to yourselves.

Nobody would be able replace the gorgeous image you both created of the kind soul but you'd never get the chance to see that visage again.

You'd never be able to relive tasting her awful cooking, or the warmth of her excruciatingly right bear hugs.
You'd never again see the way she'd always bend over backwards to make sure you were both having a wonderful day with store bought Chips-Ahoy and soda.

And you'd certainly never experience the movie nights that ended up with your buttered popcorn strewn askew the entire living room, chairs and blankets propped up like barricades.

The entire living room like a war scape, popcorn kernels littered about the floor like discarded bullet shells.

"Mom would tell us to have hope. She would tell us to not do someone else's bidding. About how it's not our place to interfere with. You know this."

"You're probably right, but how can we live like this?

"I'm always right. And we'll figure this out as a family. So listen to me when I say I kind of know what I'm talking about."

You departed from Adam's hug, reminiscent of your tight ones mother's.

Everything about Adam had reminded you of Kate, as they were so much alike.
More in alikeness than you had ever been with her. The feeling killed you.

He had tried so hard to keep you happy like Kate had kept you both, to wash away all of your woes without ever asking for anything from you or anybody else in return.

Adam certainly tried for the pair of you, and he would be damned if all of that was thrown away because he got sucked into the parasitic world of the supernatural.

He wouldn't sacrifice you for the world.
You were all he had left in blood, even if the Winchester's were in all technicality, because you were all that mattered where it really counted.

He liked to think if Kate could see you two now, she'd be more than proud with how far you'd both come.

How far Adam went, carrying you to greatness on his shoulders alone, single-handedly.

Adam was content with that complacent fantasy of his, and he was content with keeping you safe and out of harm's ways, no matter what it takes.

And if he had to sacrifice himself for your well-being in a selfish bout of wits and brawn, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

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