Who: Sam Winchester & Adam Milligan (also open to Dean) What: half-brothers meeting up in Storybrooke When: Friday afternoon Where: Granny's diner Warnings: discussions/descriptions of hell are fairly likely, and also lots of guilt/feels. Otherwise TBD
In retrospect, Sam really should have been expecting this place to throw him another curveball. He'd been worrying about people disappearing, mainly-- and secondly, about their lives catching up to them here. Demons or angels or even leviathans showing up and throwing Storybrooke into chaos. Killing his loved ones, all of them for at least the second time, and adding new bodies to the list. The few friends that Sam had made here, it was all too easy to imagine them dead. He'd essentially reached the point where he expected everyone, anyone, to up and die or disappear on him at any time.
And the disappearing thing was happening to other people, but at the moment, the opposite was happening to him. More people from his world were appearing. Adam was here now, and he most definitely hadn't been expecting that. He didn't even know how to handle that, in truth. There was just guilt heaped upon guilt upon even more guilt: for never knowing that Adam had even existed, not being part of his life. For not being able to save him from the ghouls. For the fact that all the time he'd spent being a brother to Adam hadn't even been real, just time spent hanging out with a monster wearing Adam's face. For Adam having to be resurrected and lied to, manipulated by, possessed by angels, while they'd been helpless to stop it. For Adam being pulled into the pit along with Sam and Lucifer and Michael. For the fact that Sam had gotten out, and Adam hadn't.
If there was one thing worse than being the sons that John had raised, it was being the son that he hadn't. Adam's whole family had failed him, from their dad to Dean to Sam himself, and Sam couldn't even begin to fathom how to go about making up for that. But if there was one thing he'd learned over the years, it was that no matter how fucked up family got-- no matter how much it was their own faults that the others had gotten fucked over, even, because epically letting down his brother was hardly an unfamiliar feeling-- they were supposed to be there for each other, as much as they could.
So he bore up under the weight of the guilt and headed down to the diner. He sent a text to Dean to let him know where he'd gone, telling him that he could meet them at the diner. If he didn't make it, well. Hopefully they'd have more time later. If this weird Storybrooke dream didn't end, which was just as much Sam's concern as Adam's, albeit for different reasons.
He entered the diner and looked around, spotting the familiar figure of his half-brother. Taking a deep breath, he put his hands in his pockets and headed over, offering a tiny but genuine smile in greeting. "Hey."