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Adam glanced down at Jesse in his arms. The food Jo had brought them was nearby and he’d found himself being able to hobble along towards it to eat, if only just a little. He definitely wanted to scarf down as much as possible but knew he shouldn’t. He didn’t need to add nausea to his list of things wrong with him. He sighed before looking for his phone, glad to find it close by, and looked to see if Jo had sent him any texts. His eyes caught Sam’s name instead and he wondered if the last time they’d talked was before he’d left. It had to have been, maybe even before that.
Fuck.
With a sigh, he gingerly rose up for the nest, leaving Jesse wrapped up as best he could even though it was hot as hell, and shuffled towards the couch. It was uncomfortable, not nearly as emotionally healing as staying in the nest with Jesse, but he needed to be awake for this. He had to keep in touch with his brothers even if they were bad at it. He took possibly ten minutes to send the quick text but he didn’t want to talk it out, just in case he woke up Jesse.
Hey Sam. Just checking in on you and Dean. How’s the angel?
It was late at night, or even early morning when his second phone woke him with a short jingle. At first he thought it was part of his dream, but the reminding tone jerked his mind into the real world. The screen was painfully bright in the dead black room where he was staying for the night. It was the office of an old farmhouse off the main highway, abandoned of course, for he was short on cash and needed new credit cards.
“This better be important.” he groaned as he pressed buttons to open the message. He blinked and stared a few times, brows furrowing, wondering if his eyes was playing tricks on him. “Adam?” he breathed aloud, as if the boy were standing in the same room as himself. He propped himself up on his side with his elbow, and started making a reply.
‘Hi Adam. I’m alive. Don’t know about Dean or Cas.’
That was all he was able to say. So he pressed send.
Adam realized that that if anything, he was only awake at such an inhumane hour because he was hurt. Sam would probably be running on Hunter time and being asleep. Double fuck. Still, Sam answered him within a few minutes and he sighed in relief. And then bit his lip, unsure he liked the answer he got. Being ‘alive’ wasn’t all that good. Then again, Sam not knowing where Dean and Castiel are could mean lots of things.
‘You’re not trapped in your hotel room again, are you?’ He asked, hoping that that would be the least of their problems. He was worried about angels maybe going after his brothers and Castiel being there would’ve made him feel a bit better about it.
A few moments after he sent his message, his phone sounded again. Sam wondered if Adam was in some sort of trouble. Winchesters don’t just text in the middle of the night to invent a new chick flick moment.
‘No, I’m fine. House crouching at a farmhouse.’ His vagueness probably wasn’t helping the situation, since Adam probably had no idea what the older brothers have gone through since their last family reunion.
Adam leaned sideways on the couch, more on his front than on his side to avoid any pressure on his wings. He sighed, tilting his head up to look at his nest with longing before his phone vibrated in his hand. He was glad he still paid this thing’s bill because he was sure that anything he had on angel power would’ve been shot to hell right now. Sam wasn’t very good at giving good reassuring answers. He thought telling Adam he was squatting would make him feel ok? Seriously? Then again, Adam had to remember that they had never really opened their house for his brothers to just crash, even if they had for Jo. He made a disgruntled face before sighing and answering.
‘That totally doesn’t soothe a guys nerves, man. You low on cash?’ He figured the latter would be the case if Sam really was ok. He didn’t need something stalking his brother, not when he couldn’t help, not when it could be crazy rogue angels that wanted to kill the abomination. Well, the bigger abomination. Adam was sure Sam was lower on the mutant scale than he was now.
Just as Sam was drifting off to sleep, that annoying tune from that crappy yet convenient piece of technology rang though the creaky old room. He lay on his back for a moment with his eyes closed and let out a long sigh. Again he sat up and rubbed his eyes with one hand while the other padded the surrounding floor for the phone. Once his hand found it, he pulled it into view and opened the new message, once again from Adam.
His brows furrowed at the message. How does he know I’m low on cash? He thought to himself. Maybe it’s a Winchester trait, he added. ‘Sorry. Tired. Long day. I’ll find cash. Thanks.’ he briskly typed out. Once he hit send he let his body pull him back to the bed and his eyes closed.
Adam curled up more on his side as he waited, though it turned out to be not as long as expected. He brought his phone to his face and winced, biting his lip. Yup, he’d interrupted Sam’s sleep. Instead of answering, Adam simply nodded to himself and locked his phone. Sending a text to say goodnight seemed….counterproductive, at this point, really. He’d, well…. Maybe Sam would get him back in the morning when he wanted to talk to him. At least Sam was ok? No Dean and no Castiel but at least his brother, one of them anyway, was kicking. He shared a look with Bhaltair, who’d known to come around once he started heading to the couch, and then got up carefully. He ended up banging a wing against the back of the couch and letting out a horrible hiss, more animal than human, but managed to get back to Jesse and the nest without too many else issues. He huffed into Jesse’s hair, exhausted from the exertion, and fell asleep rather quickly. In a way, he was totally glad Sam was too tired to give a real status report since he hadn’t asked for one either.
