Summary: Adam Milligan is free. They've saved him. Dean and Sam rescue Adam.

Author's Note: This is a sequel to "The Winchester Time Forgot". You don't need to read that first, though.

"Just a little further, Adam! You can do it! Just keep climbing!" Adam felt sick. He had been climbing for hours, days. And for what, he didn't know. But, the voices of his brothers were loud and encouraging, Sam's especially.

"Come on, kid! Not far now!" Dean called from somewhere above him. That was weird for Adam. The only voices he had heard that weren't in his head were those of Michael and Lucifer, the Archangels who took pleasure in torturing him for pleasure. Sam and Dean's voices had only been in his head up until now, but they were just as comforting.

He reached for another sharp rock, no longer registering the pain. Adam couldn't feel much anymore, but that didn't bother him. There was no time to even think about that. He had to keep going.

"I got him, Dean! He's back!" Sam told his older brother, cradling Adam's unconscious body in his arms. The teenager had passed out as soon as he reached the top. Not that either of the hunters could blame him. They were surprised he hadn't succumbed to his injuries sooner.

"Thank God. Adam, can you hear me? It's Dean, your brother!" Dean shouted in Adam's ear, brushing a stray hair from the boy's bloody forehead. There wasn't a part of him that wasn't coated in a thick layer of blood.

Their half-brother whimpered, groaned and peeled apart his eyelids. "Sam," he croaked. Or, tried to croak. It came out as a muted sob, followed by another, and another.

"It's alright, Adam. You're with us now, back on Earth. Lucifer and Michael are gone. There's no danger now," Sam insisted, rubbing his back comfortingly. His hand came away covered in wet scarlet blood. "Ah, shit. Dean, we need to get him to a hospital."

"And say what? 'He spent a year in Hell with two archangels who enjoyed torturing him'? Yeah, you do that, Sammy. They'll probably lock you up for life," Dean snapped. He stood up and rushed back to the Impala. Sam watched him as he returned with a dirty cloth.

"No, please!" Adam whimpered, his voice weak from lack of use. He struggled to escape Sam's grasp, but his older brother held him in place while Dean wiped some of the blood from his face.

Dean looked up at Sam. "Let's get him in the Impala. We need to take him somewhere safe. Maybe Castiel can help him," he suggested. Sam only nodded and picked up his little brother, who was far too light to be healthy.

"Feed him, too."

Dean opened the back door and allowed Sam to climb in the back seat with Adam on his lap. He swung it shut again and ran to the driver's side.

"Dean?" Adam whispered, so quiet even Sam had to move closer to hear him.

"Yeah, buddy?"

"Don't let them get Sammy."

Sam looked at Dean with concern in his eyes, but the oldest Winchester reached back to ruffle his youngest brother's hair. "He's safe with me. Don't worry. Just rest for now until we find a place to stay. Castiel can help you."

Adam nodded slowly and curled into Sam, looking more and more like a terrified child. It was a harsh reminder to both Sam and Dean that he was just that. A child. A young boy who had gotten mixed up in their problems, through no fault of his own. If him being family wasn't enough, that realisation certainly was. Sam and Dean had another brother to look after, another Winchester to keep safe. And, another hunter, when he was ready.

I had a sudden urge to write this. I had to do some kind of short writing before Camp NaNoWriMo. It was written in the space of an hour, so it's probably not the best. I'd appreciate reviews. Constructive criticism is welcomed.