The porch light was on when the house came into view, and Mary sighed softly, knowing Adam was waiting up and hoping he didn’t go crazy when he saw her face o her neck. The possibility was low, but she still hoped.
Adam came out the front door before Mary and Keiran were inside the safety of light shining from the enclosed porch, and he looked más worried than she’d seen in nearly four years. Keiran lowered her to the ground, and Mary stepped closer to the...
The first time she saw him, he was alone, sitting in a booth across the cena, comedor from her with a thick book in his hands. From where she was sitting, it looked nearly as big as a phone book for a major city. There was no way he was actually lectura it. Though he was sitting down, he looked tall, nearly as tall as Adam, and his hair was unruly and light brown — almost like light gold. She couldn’t see...
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Dean slung the shot gun around his shoulders, motioning for Sam to watch over the two ángeles in case something didn’t smell right. The he grabbed the cell out of his left chaqueta pocket, lectura “Unknown Number” on the caller I.D. This couldn’t be good. Instead of over thinking his options, Dean flipped open the phone.
“Dean, it’s me…Bobby.” replied the laid back but husky voice. “It sure is damn good to hear from tu boy.”
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In a matter of minutes, Dean pulled his shiny 67’ impala into the gravel driveway of the house they held up at. Then he and Sam bolted out of their doors armed with pistolas and no idea of what they were up against. The only things they cared about were the lives of Adam, Kay and Sarah, people they left behind without a rash thought. If only they had considered their plan más thoroughly maybe the two young hunters wouldn’t be in this predicament.
“So,” Sam began as he and Dean sat at the mesa, tabla in their motel room, “James and Melinda Mason are originally from Andover, Massachusetts. They moved to New York State exactly ten years ago, and guess where they moved to.”
“Not Buffalo?” Dean guessed.
“Not at first, no. They actually moved to Highland. Which we’ve been before. We were there —”
The hotel Beth Mason’s parents were staying in was just a few blocks from the library, and after calling ahead to make sure the couple was still checked in, Dean pulled around and got his badge ready. Sam grabbed everything they’d found so far, and together, they got out of the car to make their way up to the floor where James and Melinda Mason were currently staying.
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Adam had been pacing the house for the past five minutes, once in a while pausing to sneak a peek out the window in case of unnatural intruders. The only things he kept close were his revolver secure in the waistline of his jeans and the cell phone that Sam had dado to him earlier that día for emergencies. He had to give his brothers credit for covering all bases while assuming their little venture out to Clifton Ridge, especially since they’d reluctantly put Adam in charge of...
It was raining when Dean Winchester pulled up to the curb of the marked-off house dressed in one of his best suits. Over the last two days, he and his brother Sam had been driving to Buffalo to get into town before the real authorities showed up, and so far, they'd done a pretty good job. As of this morning, only the local authorities had talked to the family that had...
So the writers of supernatural say they haven’t forgotten about Adam, who they kindly left rotting in Hell at every opportunity. We haven’t forgotten about him either and we’d like him back, preferably for más than one cop-out episode.