"Sam and Dean?" he repeated, and there was no mistaking the flash in his eyes for anything else: he knew those names, and with them came a violent, red-flood of emotion. He'd never forget those names. His voice rose with twice the heat and volume. "Sam and Dean Winchester?"
He wasn't sure what he felt. Anger? Surprise? Resignation? Adam wanted to demand how she knew those names. Castiel had been one thing, but this person, too? Why did everything keep coming back to them? It wasn't the first time he'd had to face his brothers in the Cage, who they were, what they'd done, but this was different.
This felt... worse. Sharper and more bitter.
Coming from a stranger, even a phantom born of his own imagination, his brothers' understanding was a terrible joke being thrown back in his face.
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"Sam and Dean?" he repeated, and there was no mistaking the flash in his eyes for anything else: he knew those names, and with them came a violent, red-flood of emotion. He'd never forget those names. His voice rose with twice the heat and volume. "Sam and Dean Winchester?"
He wasn't sure what he felt. Anger? Surprise? Resignation? Adam wanted to demand how she knew those names. Castiel had been one thing, but this person, too? Why did everything keep coming back to them? It wasn't the first time he'd had to face his brothers in the Cage, who they were, what they'd done, but this was different.
This felt... worse. Sharper and more bitter.
Coming from a stranger, even a phantom born of his own imagination, his brothers' understanding was a terrible joke being thrown back in his face.