Reckless and Brave

LXXIV. (74) Last Child (Part II)

They made their way back to the motel room.

Dean cleaned a shotgun and Holly sharpened the knives. There was a knock on the door and Dean and Holly turned. Sam opened the door and Adam entered.

"Who the hell are you?" Adam demanded.

"Adam, hey." Sam replied.

Sam shut the door behind Adam and Dean and Holly covered the weapons. "Take it easy."

"No, don't tell me to take it easy, okay? My house is a crime scene, my mom's probably dead, and you three--well, you tell me to call the cops, but you got to bail before they show? So, who are you really?" He fell silent for a moment. "Cops didn't know where to look for my mom, Dean, Holly, but you two did. And I heard you talking earlier--something about grave robberies." He spotted the end of the shotgun from under the cloth and the silver glint of the knife. "You're not mechanics and she's not an artist. I just want to know what's going on." He paused. "Please."

Holly frowned. "I am actually an artist. Just not professional."

Sam glanced at her before turning back to Adam. "We're hunters."

"Sammy!" Dean cried.

"Stop it, Sam." Holly hissed.

"He deserves to know, Dean, Holly."

"What do you mean, 'hunters'?" Adam asked.

Dean shook his head and Holly walked over to make a pot of coffee.

Adam frowned. "Okay, so...basically, you're saying that every movie monster, every nightmare that I've ever had, that's all real?"

"Godzilla's just a movie." Dean said.

"We hunt them." Sam told Adam. "So did Dad."

Adam nodded. "Okay."

Dean narrowed his eyes. ""Okay"? That's it?"

"What am I supposed to say?"

Holly frowned. "That we're lunatics, that we're lying. Nobody just says "okay"."

"Well, you're my brothers and sister. You're telling me the truth, right?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

"Then I believe you. Now, what took my mom?"

"We're not sure." Sam replied. "Something's in town stealing bodies, living and dead, but we don't know what."

"There's a long list of freaks that fit the bill." Dean said.

He looked down and Adam turned to Sam who looked down. Adam turned to Holly and she looked down. He nodded, realizing and also looked down.

"Oh." Adam stated. "How can I help?"

"You can't." Holly told him.

"This thing killed my mom. If you're hunting it, I want in."

"No." Dean and Holly said.

Sam glanced at his siblings. "Dean, Holly, look, maybe--"

"Maybe what?" Dean retorted.

"He lost his mother. Maybe we can understand what that feels like."

"Why do you think Dad never told us about this kid, Sam? Huh? Why do you think he ripped out the pages?"

"Because--"

"Because he was protecting the kid!" Holly cried.

"Dad's dead, Dean, Holly."

"Doesn't matter, now, Sam. He didn't want Adam to have our lives. You get it? We're gonna respect his wishes."