Here is chapter 23, finally. Sorry it is taking me so long to update, but working third shift is starting to get to me. Anyway, I will do my best to update soon. Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, and welcome to those who have just discovered the story. I hope you all continue to enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

In this chapter, our favorite siblings are in for another surprise...one involving John's past. So enjoy!

Allie stared out over the gray water in front of her. It seemed that their lives had gotten even crazier in the last few weeks, if that was even possible. Since they had found out about Chuck and the Supernatural books, things had been different. Allie always had the strange sensation that she was being watched, as if Chuck could see every move she made, read every single thought that she had. So she was extremely careful not to let her thoughts stray to a certain angel too often.

"What do you think is gonna happen?" Allie asked Sam, who stood behind her, brushing his teeth. "With the Apocalypse?"

"I know that we're going to find a way to stop Lilith," he replied. "Lucifer won't get out of his box."

She nodded, though she wasn't convinced. How could they find a way to stop Lilith from breaking anymore seals? They'd already done a piss-poor job of it.

Dean groaned from the front seat of the Impala. She turned to see him climbing out of the car, obviously not ready to be awake.

"Hey," Sam said, cheerfully. "How'd you sleep?"

"How do you think?" Dean replied. "I'm starving. Let's get breakfast."

"Where? We're like two hours from anything."

"But I'm hungry now," Dean said, sounding like a whiny child. When he was hungry, he didn't like to be kept waiting.

"There's probably still a sandwich in the backseat," Sam informed him.

Dean greedily pulled the brown paper bag out of the backseat and smelled its contents. He gasped in disgust. "It's tuna," he complained, as a cell phone started ringing, muffled.

Dean stuck his head into the passenger side window and dug into the glove box. He pulled into out the ringing cell phone and bumped his head as he stood back up. Allie stared at the phone in confusion. The small silver phone hadn't rung in more than two years, so she couldn't understand why it would be ringing now.

"Isn't that Dad's phone?" Sam asked.

Dean nodded as he flipped it open.

"Hello?" Dean said. Allie moved closer, hoping to catch the other end of the conversation. "He can't come to the phone. Can I help you?"

"No, no, no," Allie heard a male voice reply. "I really-I really need to talk to John. This is Adam Milligan. He knows me."

"Well, I hate to break it to be the one to break this to you, pal, but John died more than two years ago," Dean said, making Allie wince. John hadn't been the greatest father, but she still missed him. "Who is this?" Dean asked when the voice gasped in shock.

"I'm his son."

Allie's jaw dropped. Did she hear that correctly? She couldn't have heard that correctly. Maybe there was some interference in the connection. But Allie could tell by the look on Dean's face that the man had, in fact, just said that he was John Winchester's son.

"Dean, what's going on?" Sam asked when Dean hung up the phone a few minutes later. "Who was that?"

"He said his name was Adam," Dean replied slowly, "and he claims to be John's son."

Dean pulled into the parking lot of Cousin Oliver's Hilltop Café in Windom, Minnesota, where they had agreed to meet Adam Milligan. Dean hadn't told him who they were or what their connection was to John. He was wary and suspicious of the entire situation. Sam, of course, had hit the internet to research the kid. And Allie wasn't sure what to think. She was shell-shocked.

"Dean, look, the best I can tell, Adam Milligan is real," Sam said as Dean popped the trunk of the Impala. "Born September 29th, 1990, to Kate Milligan, no father was listed on the birth certificate. He's an Eagle Scout, graduated from high school with honors, and currently goes to the University of Wisconsin, biology major, pre-med."

Dean finished digging what he wanted out of the trunk and closed the false bottom. He didn't appear to have paid any attention to what Sam had just told him.

"Dean, you listening?" Sam asked.

"This is a trap," he replied without hesitation.

"What if it's not?" Allie asked, following Dean into the restaurant. "What if he's telling the truth? He could be our brother, Dean?"

Dean didn't respond, instead picking a table. He pulled one of the chairs around so that the three of them would all be on the same side, leaving Adam alone on the opposite side.

"Dean, I'm telling you, the kid checks out," Sam reiterated.

"Great, so he's an actual person on the planet Earth," Dean said. "Sucks he's got a demon in him."

"Hi," the pretty, young waitress said. "Welcome to Cousin Oliver's. Can I-?"

"We're actually waiting on somebody," Dean replied, rather rudely, not even taking notice of the girl.

She threw down the menus in front of them, disgusted with Dean's lack of manners.

"Thank you," Sam said politely as she turned away.

Dean picked up one of the four glasses of water and dumped it out in the potted plant in the corner behind them.

"What are you-?" Sam started. But Dean's intentions were clear when he pulled out his flack of holy water and emptied it into the glass.

"Holy water?" Sam asked quietly.

"Yep," Dean replied. "One sip of Jesus Juice, this evil bitch is gonna be in a world of hurt."

"Dean, you don't know that he actually is a demon," Allie said. "What if he's not possessed?"

"Then he is a shape shifter," he answered, replacing a set of silverware with real silver utensils.

"Dean, you're being a little ridiculous," Allie said.

"I'm taking precaution. Either way, this thing is gonna bleed. I mean using Dad as bait? That's the last mistake of its short pitiful life."

Sam stared at the oldest Winchester, his hand on top of John's journal. Allie could sense there was something he wasn't telling them.

"What?" Dean asked. "What?"

"Dean, listen," Sam said. "There's an entry in Dad's journal from January of 1990 saying he's headed to Minnesota to check out a case. That's roughly, oh, about nine months before the kid was born."

"Coincidence."

"Coincidence? Next two pages of the journal, torn out." Sam fingered the torn pages for emphasis.

"You're not actually buying this are you?"

"Man, I don't wanna believe it either. I'm just saying it's possible. I mean, Dad would be gone for week's at a time, and he wasn't exactly a monk. I mean, a hunter rolls into town, kills a monster, saves the girl…sometimes the girl's grateful."

"Which you know all too well," Allie said as Dean rolled his eyes.

"Now I'm thinking about Dad sex," Dean said. "Stop talking."

"Maybe he slipped one past the goalie," Sam said.

"Dude."

"It's not impossible, Dean," Allie said.

As she said it, the bell on the front door jangled and a young kid walked in. Allie knew it was him in an instant. He didn't look as much like John as Dean did, but their father was definitely there.

"Adam?" Sam said, and he turned to them.

"You Sam?" he asked as he approached the table.

"Yeah, uh, this is Dean and Allie."

"Hey," Adam said, sitting down. "So, um…how'd you know my dad?"

"We worked together," Sam lied.

Allie couldn't help staring. His eyes were green, exactly the same color as John's and Dean's.

"All right. How did he die?"

"On the job."

"He was a mechanic right?"

"Car fell on him," Dean said harshly.

"Hey, Adam. How you doing?" the waitress said bringing another glass of water to the table.

"Oh, I'll take that," Dean said. "I'm very thirsty."

She gave Dean a confused look and turned back to Adam. "The usual, Adam?"

"Uh, yeah, thanks, Denise."

Denise walked away, and Adam reached for the glass of Holy water. Allie held her breath as he took a sip. He sat it back down and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. No reaction. Allie let out a long sigh.

"So, uh, when's the last time you saw John?" Sam asked.

"I don't even know, a couple of years."

Allie noticed Dean fidget and looked down to see him pull his gun out, pointing it at Adam under the table. She tensed and looked back at Adam, trying to act natural.

"So why'd you decide to call him now?" Sam asked.

"I didn't know who else to call. He's the only family I got."

"What about you're mom?" Allie asked.

"She's missing."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," Allie said, kicking herself in the ass.

"For how long?" Sam asked.

"It's tragic really," Dean interrupted. "But if you're really John's kid, how come we've never heard of you?"

"Cause John and me didn't really know each other. Not until a few years ago, anyway."

"What do you mean?" Sam asked.

"My mom never talked about him. I knew some stuff."

"What kind of stuff?" Dean demanded.

Adam hesitated before going on. "My mom's a nurse, and Dad came into the ER pretty torn up. He was in a hunting accident or something. I knew his name: John Winchester. That's about it. We're not exactly a nuclear family."

Tell me about it, Allie thought to herself as Sam said, "Yeah, who is these days?"

"So when did you, uh-? When did you finally meet him?" Dean asked.

"When I was twelve. My mom had one of his old numbers, and after I begged her, God, 24/7, she finally called him. God, when John heard he had a son, he raced to town. I mean, he dropped everything. He drove all night."

Allie glanced at Dean. She knew that would touch a nerve with him, especially after all that time the three of them spent looking for John when he was missing…especially after Dean had called John for help while they were in Lawrence.

"Here you go," Denise said, sitting Adam's plate down.

"Thanks," Adam replied.

"Oh, that's heartwarming," Dean said, obviously as annoyed as Allie knew he would be.

"You mind?" Adam asked, pointing to his plate of food.

"Please, dig in," Dean encouraged.

Once again, Allie held her breath, waiting for Adam to pick up the silver. He pulled the napkin out first and laid it across his lap. Allie heard the soft click of Dean's gun being cocked.

"He would swing by once a year or so, you know?" He picked up the knife and fork. Once again, nothing. So he wasn't a demon and he wasn't a shape shifter, which meant that he was likely telling the truth. "Called when he could, but still…" Dean put the gun away, not exactly satisfied with the results of his tests. "He taught me poker and pool, even bought me my first beer when I was fifteen. And he showed me how to drive. Dad, he had this beautiful '67 Impala."

Oh, not good, Allie thought. The fact that this kid had driven Dean's baby would not go over well.

"Oh, this is crap," Dean said finally heard having enough at the mention of the Impala. "You know what? You're lying."

"Dean, take it easy," Allie said quietly.

"No, I'm not," Adam replied.

"Uh, yeah, you are."

"I'm sorry but who the hell are you to call me a liar?"

"We are John Winchester's kids, that's who. We are his kids."

Adam looked between the three Winchesters. "I've got brothers? And a sister?"

"No, you don't. Look man, I don't know if you're a hunter, or what kind of game you're playing here."

"I have never been hunting in my life."

"Whatever, I'm out of here. Come on Sam, Al."

"Dean, stop," Allie said as Dean got up from the table.

"I can prove it," Adam said.

Allie could see the pain in Dean's eyes as he stared at the photograph in his hands. It was in Sam's eyes too. Allie even felt it. But they couldn't deny it anymore. It was in the in the picture…one of Adam at a baseball game with John. Dean would have given anything for John to have taken him to a baseball game. To find out that John had taken this kid, the brother they never knew about, to a game was probably the lowest blow Dean could have received.

"He took you to a baseball game?" Dean asked hoarsely.

"Yeah, when I was fourteen," Adam replied with a smile. "Dad was around for a few of my birthdays."

"September 29th, 2004," Sam said, looking at John's journal. "One word: Minnesota."

"He took you to a freaking baseball game?" Dean asked again, his annoyance obvious in his voice.

"Yeah," Adam replied, reaching for the picture. "Why? What'd Dad do with you on your birthday?"

We were lucky if he even remembered, Allie thought to herself, sadly. Dean scoffed. Allie could feel the tension rising. She reached out and touched his arm.

"Adam, you said you called Dad because your mom was missing?" Sam asked.

"Yeah," Adam replied.

"How long has she been gone?"

"Three days."

"Who was the last person to her?" Dean asked, with a forced calm.

"Mr. Abbinanti, our neighbor. He saw her come home Tuesday night…but she never showed up to work Wednesday."

Allie felt Dean tense up again and looked in the direction in which he was staring. On the mantel was another picture, this one of John and an attractive woman, whom Allie could only assume was Kate, Adam's mother.

"Did you call the police?" Sam asked.

"Mom's supervisor at the hospital did. And then I drove down here as fast as I could." His face fell. "I should have been here."

Dean cleared his throat. "What'd the, uh-? What'd the cops say?" He forced a smile.

"They searched the house. They didn't find anything." He stuttered and fidgeted. "She wouldn't leave the house without telling anybody. It's like she just dropped off the face of the Earth, you know?"

Allie felt sorry for the poor kid. She could see that he was fighting tears. Losing a parent wasn't easy. And now, it seemed like it was probably a good thing they had met up with Adam. If Kate had just disappeared, there was a very good chance it was something supernatural.

As they searched the house for any evidence that might help them figure out what had happened to Adam's mom, they came across more pictures that included John. There was one of all three of them together after having caught a rather large fish. Allie placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, knowing it was another low blow for him

The floorboards creaked behind them, and they both turned to see Adam. Dean cleared his throat awkwardly.

"The, uh, nightstand was knocked over," he said. "Was there anything else?"

Adam shook his head. "Well, not really. The sheriff said there's no sign of a break-in."

Yeah, there probably won't be, Allie said to herself.

"What? You think the cops missed something?" Adam asked.

"Maybe," Dean replied. "They don't have my eyes."

"You're a mechanic," Adam said suspiciously.

"Yeah, that's right," Dean replied.

"Dean, what else can you guys tell me about Dad?" Adam asked.

"You knew him."

"Not as well as you."

"Don't be so sure," Allie said. "You don't really want to know much more than you already do. Trust me."

Sam appeared in the doorway and held up a piece of paper.

"Give us a minute," Dean said to Adam, and he and Allie joined Sam in the hallway. "Talk to the cops?"

"Yeah," Sam said.

"And?" Allie urged.

"Like Adam said, no leads on his mom."

"Hm. Shocker there," Dean replied.

"But I did find this." He unfolded the piece of paper in his hand and handed it to Dean. "In 1990, there were 17 grave robberies in Windom."

"Think that's why Dad came through here?" Dean asked.

"Makes sense," Allie said.

"Check it out." Sam pointed at the picture that accompanied the headline. Allie looked closer at the black and white image. It was fuzzy, but there was no doubt that the figure in the background was John Winchester.

"Alright, so he was hunting something," Dean stated. "What?"

"No idea," Sam replied. "Those were the pages he tore out of the journal. But last month, the corpse snatching started up again. Uh, three bodies from the local cemetery."

"So whatever he was after, he didn't kill it," Dean said. "It's back."

"And what, it stepped its game up to fresh meat?" Sam inquired.

"You don't think a supernatural grave robber had something to do with Adam's mom?" Allie asked quietly.

"She's not the only one missing," Sam said handing another piece of paper to Dean, this one a picture of a bald man with glasses. "So is the local bartender. A guy named Joe Barton."

Without another word, Dean turned around and went back into the bedroom, where Adam was sitting on his mom's bed. He held up the picture of the missing bartender. "Hey, does your mom know Joe Barton?"

"I don't think so. Why?" Adam replied.

Dean started walking toward the bed, ducking his head. Apparently, his eyes had indeed picked up something the cops hadn't.

"What is it?" Adam asked. He stood up as Dean crouched down next to the bed.

"Watch out," Dean told him. He got down on his knees and looked under the bed. He sighed and stood back up. "Help me with the mattress." Dean and Adam pulled the mattress off the bedframe. Underneath was an air vent, plenty big enough for a person to fit through, and there were scratches on the floor next to it.

Sam and Dean looked at each other and each raised a fist for rock-paper-scissors. They knew better than to even consider asking Allie. She would barely make it into the vent before having a panic attack from claustrophobia. Demons and monsters she could handle, small spaces she could not. As always, Dean threw scissors, so Sam, as always, threw rock. Dean threw his arms in frustration.

"Every time," he complained.

Sam and Allie gave each other amused glances. Anyone else would have learned years ago to anything but scissors, but not Dean.

When Dean reemerged from the vent, Allie could tell by the look on his face that the situation had just taken a turn for the worst. One look from her brother told her that he had found something in that vent, something very bad.

PS: I know Adam's eyes are actually blue, but I thought it would make it more obvious that he was John's son if he had green eyes! Thanks for reading!