Luke chooses reincarnation. Something goes wrong in the process, he's still got the same body. If any authority of the underworld notice this - they don't do anything. After all, it's only a liability if he remembers anything, which he doesn't, so the rest could be just chalked up to a coincidence.

The new identity in him - Adam Milligan - doesn't know it yet, but he feels much too comfortable in this body. It doesn't feel… right. His body doesn't feel comfortable. He tells his mother, who says that it's probably just growing pains, he's going to go through puberty soon anyway, he's only eleven though.

There's also the fact that during school… there's not enough to focus on. Trying to do assigned tasks from his teachers is as mind numbing as painting a huge canvas purely black while using the smallest paintbrush. It's not that he can't focus… it's that he needs more. It's not enough to just copy lines to practise his hand writing, he doubts it'll ever improve from this chicken scratch anyway.

His teachers are so fed up with trying to teach him, that during english class they send him to the 'special' class, it's insulting really, you were only meant to join that class if a doctor recommended it. Since no medical professional had said anything about Adam needing to be in a class more thorough with introducing the children to the content they'd learn in the class that the other 'normal' kids were in, was like an insult to his intelligence.

It's not his fault that the letters and words seemed to decide to turn upside-down and rotate every-time he laid his eyes on the page. It's almost as if he wasn't supposed to know english, and that another language would be far better suited for him.

The other children noticed pretty quickly, and did not stay quiet about what they thought.

His twelfth birthday has come and gone, and after many complaints from teachers about his grades and behaviour, his mother manages to scrape up enough money to take him to a professional medical clinic. They say nothing's wrong, not physically anyway, so they refer him to a child psychiatrist.

His mother doesn't say anything, but winces when she glimpses at the prices of the psychiatrist. Adam can read it off of her facial expression. She isn't pleased with the developments. She doesn't book the appointment right away, but she does take Adam aside when they get home.

"Is this because of your father?" There's something in the back of his mind that says, "yes, it is my father's fault. If only he'd pay more attention to all of his children. Same with all the other God-" but that's where the thought ends. He suddenly cant remember where the line was going. He feels guilty for this. He feels guilty for thinking that, like he knew something he shouldn't. He knew too much and his personalty was absolutely disgusting for that.

His mother is still waiting for a response. Adam shakes his head. He can see that she clearly doesn't believe him. She sighs in reassignment and says she'll book the appointment. It's a few days later, that she gets a call back from the psychiatrist, informing her of the payment plan. It would certainly make a dent in their savings, but anything for her beloved only son.

The payment she goes with that has the most value is the five appointment agreement. She works extra shifts at the hospital, so late that she barely gets back home in time to serve Adam breakfast and then collapse in exhaustion on her bed, to sleep in the seven hour time period she gets before her next shift begins.

The day of the appointment arrives, and she cant help but feel delighted, now that the countless days of taking too many shifts where now over. She could finally relax and work reasonable hours, and they could finally figure out what was troubling Adam.

The first ten minutes of the appointment she's allowed in the room, when Adam's asked the most basic of questions. Then she's asked to leave the room, if Adam would be comfortable with that. Adam reluctantly lets go of her hand, and she smiles encouragingly at him while she leaves the room.

Now alone with the psychiatrist, he's asked more specific questions, and he goes through a few complaints from various teachers he's had in the past. The doctor takes in the fact that due to this… problem Adam's had to transfer school's three times in the past four years.

At the end of the session, he re-invites Adam's mother into the room. He gently explains that there's high evidence that Adam has both Dyslexia and ADHD. It's a late diagnosis with Adam being already twelve, but it's still a diagnosis.

He's prescribed Adderall XR to help satiate the symptoms, which is an extra $184 a month. Adam's mother signs up for government single-parent benefits. She only requests enough money to pay for the medicine, and since the grant requested is so little compared to others, it's accepted almost a week later by the local council.

There aren't any developments with the medicine, so he stops using them altogether. They figure it will just be something he's going to have to live with.

The next time Adam's father makes his occasional appearance in his life to take him to a baseball game, his mother breaks the news. His father's - John - face stays neutral, but in his eyes they radiate disappointment. He barks out something along the lines of 'not wanting a retard for a son' then drives off.

Adam's just young, and he knows how he probably should react. If he were anybody else he would've run off into his room and cried into the pillows of his bed, but he doesn't. He doesn't shed a tear. There's no grief in him, except for a hollow feeling that tells him that he's absolutely gotten used to father figures disappointing him. Then, the same hollow feeling reprimands him for even expecting any different.

It's not like others have described. There's no voice in his head telling him all this, just a presence that sends him emotions or feelings that he can describe perfectly. He knows what they all mean, but there isn't any words exchanged with this presence, and he can't help but wonder what this dark presence is.

His father grows exceptionally distant, but keeps coming back. On his birthdays, John took him to ball games, although they were hollow and Adam didn't enjoy it, they pretended for the sake of a semblance of a family. His mother grows exceptionally close with him, whenever she can, even if its just as simple as making him breakfast, she'll do it.

Eventually, there is no 'father' in the equation, it's never even considered again. John may be present occasionally, but there isn't any real depth to it. Adam often feels like he's talking to a mask, a mask which disappears months at a time. So it's just him, and his mother. Adam knows that there never will be a father. At worst, it'll be just him, alone, and at best, it'll be him and his mother.

One day, his father just stops visiting.

His reading skills improve drastically in the few coming years, but it still gives him headaches while doing it.

A day comes during high school, where he finds two subject that he absolutely breezes through. Physical education and history of Ancient Greece. Given, they both are non compulsory subjects, he finds that Greek is surprisingly easy to learn. Adam decides to keep it a secret from his mother, until its time for his report card to come home, and she sees a relatively good score rather than the usual D.

There isn't a single thing in physical education that he suffers in, except for swimming. He holds the school record in everything, except swimming. Adam gets invited to every inter-school competition, winning the award for his school district.

Once he's made an article in the national newspaper, his mother beams, extremely proudly as well. The article mentions him as a star athlete with lots of potential for olympic events, and says nothing about his ADHD, dyslexia, or the apparent terrible grades he gets.

Well, to be fair, his grades are improving, some subjects are even on a C, but the majority where a D.

He's relieved he has at least some talent, and hope for a career after school that wasn't a cleaner or store clerk of some kind. It's one day at a track event when he see's him. In the corner of a large crowd on the bleaches, there stands John Winchester. Adam freezes, and looks back to make sure he wasn't just seeing things.

Nope, he wasn't seeing things, John was actually there. His face was easy to just look over before, but now that Adam's spotted him directly, he can't un-see the face. He tries to ignore John, who seems content with staring at him directly in the eyes, and tries to focus on the race.

A small crowd of young women swoon at him from the bleachers as well. Adam rolls his eyes. He knew that he defiantly wasn't ugly, and with all this practise for the various sport teams he was on, he certainly was pretty well toned and tanned.

The cap gun fires, and everybody on the staggered track immediately take off. Once again, he wins first place and the announcer says his name through the large speaker. It's the fourth track event in a row that he's won, and this was the race competing for the position as state champion.

The portion of the crowd that came to represent for his school burst into a ear numbing cheer. Adam can't help but smile, and feel accomplished. His happiness dulls down when he remembers, this is one of his greatest accomplishments, and his mother was too busy working to support their small family to be there.

Some of his closest friends notice this, and try to get him to cheer back up again. Adam chuckles nervously and says he's going to the locker room to hit the showers and change back into casual clothing.

Once in the locker room, he does as he says, although after he's all dressed, John Winchester walks in. There's a deafening silence between each other, when John decides to break it.

"I'm… sorry for calling you retarded when you were ten. I didn't know you would grow up to be like this… and honestly I'm proud." Adam takes it in, but doesn't accept the apology at all. He's learned not to take bull like this anymore, and can see how shallow the motivation behind the apology really was.

John didn't think at all to come apologise to him back then, but now that Adam's finally becoming successful in something, and actually amounting to something, he decides to waltz back into his life? No. That wasn't how it worked. He wasn't going to do that. John could've done anything, there wasn't anything stopping him.

"I was twelve, not ten." John ignores his response, and continues trying to reconcile.

"How do you feel about me taking you on a hunt?" Adam freezes. No. Absolutely not. The very thought of killing an animal or something for a game disgusted him. Adam wasn't mean or vegetarian by any means, but he didn't like the sound of cruelty felt by his own hand purely for the purpose of pleasure.

Adam already knew that he had enough of unnecessary killing and violence in his life, despite never being involved with any. Adam swings the gym back with his clothes in it over his shoulder.

"You weren't there for me then, so you don't have a right to be here for me now." It's overly cliche, but feels exactly right for the moment. No other words are exchanged between them, and Adam walks out of the locker room, shaking up a protein shake on his way out.