Chapter One- Insticts
It was true, he was an intense little kid. He was seven years old, and within a glance you could see such forceful personality and life. He was his father's son, and already had the untamed quality of the Winchesters. He absently twirled his pocket knife as he walked back from school. He heard the growl of a familiar engine coming up the road and stopped. The old vehicle came up to the sidewalk for him to get in, and Adam pulled open the sliding door of the minivan and hopped in.
His name was not always Adam Milligan, his mother had believed that John was coming back to her someday and named him Adam Winchester. The boy was four years old before the name was changed. At this point, Adam remembered going through the switch but could never bring to mind his old last name. Thinking about it frustrated him, causing his little pocket knife to swing faster through his small hands. Adam paced his room trying to remember, jumping when the door opened unexpectedly. He tried, but was not fast enough. "What are you doing with that! WHERE did you find it?" She ran up and took the blade. It was a small knife, but almost seemed to fit his size. That was why he liked it so much. He had found it hidden in his mother's desk, an iron knife, a last memento of John Winchester. Not that his youngest son knew that, but he knew he liked something about that knife.
Adam took after his father's side of the family more than his mother liked. He looked like John, he laughed like John, he had a fondness for Led Zeppelin and weapons, and he was obsessed with monster movies (though they never seemed to actually scare him). HIs mother did her best to keep him away from any and all of those influences. She put him into every after school club and sport, trying to get him to grow up into a grounded adult. She really did smother the little boy. He told her one day that he wanted to be a hero. He wanted to save people. She told him to be a doctor. John had never once called her over the years, and she made it her mission to stamp out any Winchester qualities the boy had. Though Adam didn't understand it, he knew his mother didn't like something about him. He was seven years old and already resented her. This went on until he was fourteen. Until the day that put everything into perspective with Adam and his mom. The day that little Adam found out exactly how far people were willing to go... for family.