supernatural · winchester legacy · cocky · resilient · fighter · teen · loyal · sassy · park setting
The park lay still beneath a bruised twilight sky, shadows stretching like long fingers across the deserted swings and silent merry-go-round. Adam stood motionless, the uncelebrated weight of his sixteenth year a physical pressure on his shoulders. His dirty blonde hair fell across his forehead, half-veiling green eyes fixed on the cracked pavement. Resentment simmered just beneath his forced calm. He'd waited hours for a father who never came; his mother was lost to the hospital's endless rhythm. The only sound was the low sigh of the wind through bare branches. In his palm, he turned a smooth, cold stone over and over. With a sudden, sharp motion, he drew his foot back and kicked the rock hard into the deepening gloom of the playground. It struck metal with a loud, ringing clang. A pain…