#kate milligan

[theyonlyhadeachother]

thinking abt the inherent horror of midam, especially from like kate's pov.

[impalaphilia]

I think john winchester watched adam picking at his fried potatoes at the diner he took 12-year-old adam and kate to and thought god, this kid’s never touched a gun in his life. a monster could break in through that window and grab him right now and he wouldn’t be able to do a damn thing about it.

and in his head, he’s thinking about how when dean was that age, he could hit a coke can at 100 yards one handed and shooting from cover, and sam at 12 was running a six minute mile all while hauling salt rounds and a shotgun. at twelve, his boys could survive a week in the woods and sam could identify every sign to differentiate a haunting from a werewolf from a witch from a ghoul, and dean could drive as well as any adult even if he had to adjust the seat all the way up and forward.

kate smiles at him across the table. a strand of blonde hair falls across her face and even though she’s a decade older now, she’s still just as pretty. worn around the edges, though. “he’s pulling straight As in school,” she says.

john smiles tightly. “yeah? you should be real proud.”

my boy’s at stanford, an errant part of him thinks, though the raw wound of sam’s abandonment stings like it’s gotten infected. he could talk circles around this kid.

“i am,” says kate. she rubs adam’s shoulder as the kid stares at john with watery blue eyes. still baby fat on his cheeks. if john squints, he can almost see a shadow of dean’s nose. his own nose. nothing of mary in this boy, though, nothing at all.

adam doesn’t talk much. mostly, john and kate make awkward small talk over the diner food and john pays for it with money dean’d earned hustling pool, all crumpled tens and twenties. kate’s eyes dart to the money and then away. he never really had been clear with her about his job.

she works nights, now. pulls extra shifts to make sure adam has everything he needs for school. john mutters something about not having steady income and kate nods, says she didn’t expect anything from him. that if he came around every once in a while, it’d be enough. for adam, she stresses.

john agrees. thinks of how he’s gonna balance checking on sam in california with adam in minnesota. dean’s grown now, at least. handling himself and solo hunts just fine. needs him less.

eventually, adam has to go back to school. “can’t miss fifth period,” he says, real quiet. biology. it’s his favorite. john pretends this matters to him and drops the kid off with kate in the passenger seat.

she’s fiddling with her jacket zipper. she’s always doing that. fiddling. nervous. he makes her nervous, john guesses, and can’t blame her for it. “you got work tonight?” he asks.

“yeah,” says kate. “my shift starts at 9.”

john’s pulling out of the drop off. turn signal flashes on the dash. “it’s only 1,” he says. “we got time.”

she’s looking at him. he can feel it, even if he’s staring at the road. maybe it’s uncouth to fuck the mother of his bastard child the same day he met the kid. in the grand scheme of things, he doesn’t think it really matters.

“we do,” says kate slowly.

john glances at her. she’s smiling—pale, a little frayed. she doesn’t look like mary. not really. but she’s pretty, and available, and there’s an itch under his skin that he hasn’t scratched since the night sam fucked off to stanford because the damn kid thinks he’s too good for this family, and he’s a hundred miles away from dean and the next hunt.

he might as well.

[scroonny]

John probably went to heaven expecting it to be better than hell... I don't think anything could prepare him for the sight of his two wives, Castiel, all the hunters he pissed off, and several hundreds of other people and angels all about to gang up on him.

When Bobby and Rufus got up there, they became the referees.

[kacieblogsstuff]

Little talked about how Adam agreed to be brought back from the dead and used in the apocalypse for the promise that he would see him mom and the fact that Michael’s driving force behind speed running the apocalypse was the chance, just a chance, that his father would come home.

Imagine waking up dead and the only person you want is your mom and she’s dead too but you’ll never see her again not unless you do this and imagine waking up that very first day to a heaven without a god, knowing that your father didn’t want to be found and you had no idea why but you could do this and maybe that would bring him back.

The First Son and a boy with the name of the First Man willing to sacrifice everything just for a chance.

And it’s crazy that Kate Milligan is the only one that would have deserved it.

Explain to me again how the universe did not just create Adam for Michael?

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Ngl i hate when people exaggerate john’s involvement in adam’s life. john gave adam and kate the bare minimum (wow, he showed up and took a kid to a game he may or may not have even actually enjoyed and was gone the rest of the time, he spent more time with sam and dean than he ever did adam) and people start treating it like john was falling over himself for kate and adam and tossing dean and sam to wind.

people forget way too often that ours and the Winchester’s first introduction to “Adam” wasn’t even the actual Adam. It was a ghoul who ate him alive and stole his identity

[roachingurcoach]

okay I don't really know how to frame this. but like. funniest way to confirm Dean is Ben's dad is

20 year-old Ben takes a genetics test for fun or whatever, and the results he gets back are just batshit insane. it's like. oh hey. my biological father is a known serial killer who's still on the FBI's most wanted list and has been found or thought dead multiple times. and my uncle. and my grandfather. and my grandmother. and my--

[fandom-lover2]

Wayward Adjacent

What if, when Sam and Dean met Adam, he wasn't the only child of John Winchester they found.

Chapter One - Who Are You

Word Count - 1163

Chapter Two - Why Are You Here

I slipped my key into the lock and twisted, realizing too late that the door was already unlocked.

Well fuck…

Maybe I could still recover from this. Before I had the chance to pull my key out the lock, the front door swung open, and I came face to face with a pissed older brother.

“I dropped you off at school two hours ago.”

I shouldered past Adam and into the house, not bothering with my shoes. I wouldn’t be here long.

“Didn’t watch me go into the building.” I shot back, intent on ignoring him for the journey up to my room.

I stopped, however, when I unexpectantly found two men in our front room. One was freakishly tall, and had longish hair that ended below his ears. The other was tall, but not as tall and had clean cut hair. Both dressed like they came from a small town romance novel, boots, flannel, leather and Carhartt jackets.

“Who the hell are they?”

“Who the hell is she?” me and the shorter one spoke at the same time, and then blinked at one another.

Adam walked in behind me, for some reason holding the framed picture of him and John at his 14th birthday. “This is Andrea.” he introduced as he gestured to me. “Andrea, these are our brothers; Sam-”

 “And Dean.” I finished, John’s words resonating in my head.

The men, my brothers, looked at me with a mixture of surprise and horror. The shorter especially looked mortified at my existence.

“Wait, you knew about them?”

“John mentioned them in passing.” I answered distracted, eyeing them up and down closely.

So, these were the guys I was supposed to turn out like. Jonathan would get a kick out of meeting them

. Wait, but if they were here, then I was right. Kate’s disappearance wasn’t natural, the things in the dark had something to do with this.

“Andrea is only my half-sister.” Adam went on to explain. “When her mother died, John brought her here, and my mom took her in. She’s been living with us for a year and a half.”

The shorter one recovered from his shock and was now pissed. And that pissed off look was the one I knew all too well, because it’s the one I saw every time I looked in the mirror. “So, what did Dad do for your birthdays?” he ground out.

“John never came around for my birthday.” I fired back. “Didn’t even know when it was.”

His eyes softened, pity replacing the pissed off.

“How long has your mom been missing.” the taller spoke suddenly, bringing everyone back to the problem at hand.

“Three days.” Adam answered.

“You the last one to see her?” Shorter one addressed me, now studying me differently.

“No.”

“The neighbor saw her get home Tuesday night but she never made it to work Wednesday morning.”

“Where were you?” Taller one asked me.

“School camp. Got back last night.”

Smaller one froze, his eye catching something. I followed his gaze to the framed picture of Kate and John. He dropped his head, eyes clenched. Maybe my mom wasn’t the only cheating one in the relationship. Adam continued answering taller one’s questions about Kate and her disappearance.

“Should have been here.” Adam added to the end of his explanation, eyes tearing up.

I personally wasn’t as affected by this as I should have been. Sure, Kate was welcoming and nice, but we never really formed a bond. Besides, she was always at work so. And Adam was leaving for college as I moved in, so I only knew it from the few times he was home.

Mostly, I was still thanking God that John was dead. If he found out I’d let something happen to Kate, he’d fucking kill me.

“What the uh, what the cops say?” Shorter one saved us from all the emotion.

“Uhh, they searched the house. They didn’t find anything.” Adam answered. He was quiet for a moment, his eyes getting more tear filled as he bounced a little on his feet. “She wouldn’t leave without telling anybody.” his voice cracked.

I’d been like this, with my mom. A crying, emotional wreck the second anything was wrong with her. When you grow up with a single mom, they become more than a parent. They are a friend, a mother, a constant. Loosing the only parent you have leaves the inner child in you scrambling for something to hold onto.

I’d long since given up needing someone to kiss my boo boos, but Adam was still close with his mom.

The hair on the back of my neck stood on end again. Since I’d gotten back yesterday, I felt on edge. I couldn’t figure out why. Something wasn’t right, had my hackles up. It was beginning to piss me off.

“It looks like she just dropped off the face of the earth, you know?” Adam continued.

It was silent for a few seconds, as the two men, my eldest brothers, looked at one another. It was in that moment that I realized this was the first time all three of my brothers and I were in the same room. I knew of them, Adam didn’t. They didn’t know about Adam and me. In this room, I had the most knowledge. Which meant, I was going to be questioned soon enough.

“Well, I’m just here for my laptop so I’m gonna…” I made to move out the room and back towards the stairs.

“Wait, where are you going?” The tallest asked.

“Somewhere.” I replied, leaving the room and charging up the stairs.

Once at my room, I closed the door and locked it.

Oh my god! Sam and Dean were here! How did they get here? What had Adam done?

If Sam and Dean knew, if Adam had called them, did that mean John know? Would John come? If John knew I’d let something to Kate, if this was all something metaphysical, I had failed.

He was going to kill me. I needed to get out of here, before he got here. Clean my tracks long before he rolled into town. I didn’t have time to waste.

Darting around my room, I grabbed my backpack and began packing everything I thought I needed. Shirts, only 2, a change of pants, spare hoodie, a handful of underwear and three socks, hairbrush.

Why the hell would Adam phone them? Why the hell would Adam think of calling John? I didn’t even know Adam and John were still in contact. Of all the stupid things my older brother had done, this one took the cake.

All I needed was my toothbrush and I’d be set.

Switching out my jacket for a warmer, waterproof coat, I slung my backpack on my shoulder and pulled my door open. And almost collided into a chest.

Shorter one stood before the door, crossing his arms when he spotted my backpack. “Going somewhere?’

Well crap…

[sup38008]

Y’all know what pmo? When I see a spn edit on tt and the Winchesters childhood and John comes up and surprisingly, so does Adam. Cuz y’all forget him most of the time, and only remember him to hate on the KID, at the time. To make Sam and Dean more idk, traumatized-y by john. Like come onnn 😩

We get it, Sam and Dean are meow meows and John is an asshole. But you ain’t got to drag Adam in to the whole, “Sam and Dean had it worse cuz John was an ass, and Adam had it better cuz John tried to be an actual dad to Adam. Therefore, Adam got the childhood that Sam and dean never got. And Adam deserved to be left in hell”

???

That’s a kid man.

Also what? Like did we watch the same show? All the happy little things that Adam said in “jump the shark” (I think that’s what the episode was) wasn’t really true because it wasn’t Adam saying it, it was the ghoul that ate him AND his mom. And the ghoul was trying to manipulate Sam and Dean, so who know whatever it said wasn’t a total lie? Or Yk, a lie with a tenth of truth.

Like our actual Adam Milligan (I also hate when people use the Winchesters last name when talking about Adam. And saying he’s a Winchesters. Cuz he’s not, and that’s okay, he can be both. More Milligan tho. Like bro would never willingly give up his Milligan last name, it’s the only thing he has left of his mother to hold on to) was johns number one hater.

Adam literally called John a stranger who visited once a year for his birthdays after he turned 12. A stranger people! One that showed up once a year to play house and made shit awkward and depressing after he left, again and again.

Also, take this from Adam’s prospective. He didn’t know Sam and Dean existed, or marry. That his mom was a kinda replacement for her. And John had a whole ass secret life they didn’t know about. He thought bro was a mechanic for fucks sake. Imagine dying (being eaten alive) to wake up to being fed bullshit by angels (who are logically more trustworthy than a bunch of suspicious men saying they are your brothers) and then used as a pawn to get his half brother to say yes. That’s sucks ass.

Anyways, what y’all think? Am I too aggressive?