They woke the next day stiff and cranky, and Dean took the opportunity to shove Sam into a patch of dirt when they were crawling out the tent flap. Adam was already up, hair combed and shirt buttoned and looking like he hadn't needed to sleep at all. Sam rummaged in their bag for something edible, and Dean took their shovel and wandered off looking for a suitable site for a latrine. Adam watched him go, then drew up and crouched by the bags.
"I heard you guys fighting last night," he offered.
Sam shot him a glare with a scoville rating over ten thousand.
"I'm cool," Adam said, raising both palms. "Just wanted to know if I could help."
"Not unless you can make us remember again," Sam said.
"Hm." Adam laid a hand on his back, just beneath the collar. "It'll come back. You know, I'd hate to lose all those memories, even temporarily. You two are pretty close. Remember?"
No. Sam closed his eyes. He was still grasping at straws, even if now it seemed like the gaps were filling in. There were still enough questions.
After a moment Adam pulled back, grinning off at the woods. "So, are we ready to hunt this wendigo?"
"Wendigo?" Dean swaggered back into camp, scowling at everything. "What are we doing, reruns?"
"Or whatever it is," Adam said. "Fearsome creature of the woods. Why we're out here in the first place."
"After breakfast. Long as Sam didn't take all the powerbars." He shot Sam a dark look, which Sam returned.
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They woke the next day stiff and cranky, and Dean took the opportunity to shove Sam into a patch of dirt when they were crawling out the tent flap. Adam was already up, hair combed and shirt buttoned and looking like he hadn't needed to sleep at all. Sam rummaged in their bag for something edible, and Dean took their shovel and wandered off looking for a suitable site for a latrine. Adam watched him go, then drew up and crouched by the bags.
"I heard you guys fighting last night," he offered.
Sam shot him a glare with a scoville rating over ten thousand.
"I'm cool," Adam said, raising both palms. "Just wanted to know if I could help."
"Not unless you can make us remember again," Sam said.
"Hm." Adam laid a hand on his back, just beneath the collar. "It'll come back. You know, I'd hate to lose all those memories, even temporarily. You two are pretty close. Remember?"
No. Sam closed his eyes. He was still grasping at straws, even if now it seemed like the gaps were filling in. There were still enough questions.
After a moment Adam pulled back, grinning off at the woods. "So, are we ready to hunt this wendigo?"
"Wendigo?" Dean swaggered back into camp, scowling at everything. "What are we doing, reruns?"
"Or whatever it is," Adam said. "Fearsome creature of the woods. Why we're out here in the first place."
"After breakfast. Long as Sam didn't take all the powerbars." He shot Sam a dark look, which Sam returned.
"I hate those things."