Adam Milligan (notabromancefan) wrote in elysianfieldsrp, @ 2010-07-21 21:17:00 |
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For all of his protesting that he wasn't a Winchester, and all of the issues that he had with the man he'd learned a bit too late in life was his father, Adam was looking forward to spending some time with the guy. Granted he wasn't exactly jumping for joy at the prospect of going camping. He wasn't a Boy Scout. He also couldn't seem to shake the guilt he felt at getting to do such a normal thing with his father while, odds were, neither Dean nor Sam would. Still, he wasn't going to turn down the invitation. If anything, he was hoping that he could convince his dad to actually talk to him about the things that he normally talked to Dean and Sam about.
Not that Adam didn't already know about demons and angels and all of that crap. He knew. He had plenty of random bits of knowledge still floating around inside his head, thanks to Michael, that there were quite possibly even some things he knew more about than a lot of the others present. Yet none of that information had come from his father and that, for reasons he wasn't willing to identify, bothered him. So it was with a minimal amount of brooding and more than a small bit of hope that he packed up the things he thought he might need for their little trip and headed out to the beach.
As he made his way down the path, he allowed his mind to drift back to the things he had done with John rather than dwell on all of the things he hadn't. He knew there were times when he was overly harsh and judgmental toward the man. Hell, that's how he tended to be most of the time if he was being honest. He was also making a concentrated effort to change that. It wasn't easy, realigning his way of thinking and letting go of frustrations and anger that had been a part of his life for so long, but he was making a bit of progress. At least he liked to think so. He supposed there was only one way to really find out.
It was with that last thought that he caught sight of John, waiting for him just like he said he would. Steeling himself as best he could, shoulders straight and a fierce determination to somehow make this work, Adam made his way toward the man at the same casual gait that he'd adopted at a very young age.
"Hey," he said as he approached, suddenly unsure of what else to say. They'd already talked, in a matter of speaking, so anything else seemed a little pointless. Instead he simply hiked his bag up a little and glanced around before looking back to his father.