Disclaimers: This story features the Original Character Adam, and she's the only thing I own, I mean lets be realistic, why does anyone write Fanfiction?! This story will not be chronological, and it ignores all seasons, so almost no spoilers. The rating changes with every chapter and if I ever feel up to writing smut I'll give warning before hand. As a woman I write better from a woman's point of view, but I'll certainly try to add some Sam/Dead POV chappies.

Info Adam: Adam Cole is a girl that meets up with the Winchester boys at some point in time (Adam 20, Sam 23 and Dean 27) and somehow ends up going along for the ride (Story will be up some time). She'd a human psychic, allowing her to read emotions, memories and random facts about a given person. Sometimes she gets strong feelings or urges considering the future, but not very often. She's also a telekinetic, though she needs strong emotional support for it (anger, fear, pain) and both her powers use up a lot of energy. Because, by just being (her powers), she uses up a lot of calories, so she has to eat a lot and her weight fluctuates, from an almost anorexic look to rather chubby. She had long messy hair of an undefined colour, because she keeps adding high/lowlites in tons of different colours. Her eyes are near black and she's about 5'4. The name Adam is an Acronym, meaning that technically it's A. D. A. M. Cole. She has two younger sisters, an older half-brother and knew about the Supernatural before she met the Winchester boys.

Background this Story: Adam has been with the Winchesters for about a year now and all three are comfortable with the situation. They're somewhere in the north of Montana, in the thick of the woods, hunting a vengeful spirit.

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You know, most of the time I like my life. Sure, it's not perfect, I miss the platinum limit credit card and the perfect boyfriend, but really, my life is pretty good, most of the time.

And then there are the times that I feel my life couldn't suck worse. I mean really, I have no education and no money, my nights I spend in cheap motels and the days on the backseat of a car. I fight and I get hurt. And I really hate Dean Winchester and I hope he gets run over by his own car! Okay, now that we got that out of the way, maybe I should yell for help?

I know, I know, it's not the most feministic way to handle things, but hey, they don't need to know right? Right now I'm lost, cold, hungry and most likely going to be killed. Awesome! I shiver, hoping it's just me and not the ghost.

The ghost, why is the name of the Lord is a ghost haunting the woods anyway?!, that managed to get us seperated, though saying it's Deans fault makes me feel better. But as it is, there is a ghost haunting these woods. You see there used to be this backward town somewhere here in these woods and it was so backwards that the locals used to meet out justice in their own charming way. Meaning that the, presumed, offenders were taken somewhere deep in the woods and oddly enough, only very few made it back to the town.

The town, now a surviving on tourism, has the story displayed on just about every flat surface. Focussing on the fact that the town was so remote (beautiful nature, excellent wildlife, a perfect opportunity to take out those hiking boots!) and that the ones that made it back, not in the best of conditions, were accepted back into community life without question.

But now that a lot of people started to hike all over this ghost's resting place, he's decided to do what was done to him all those years ago. There have been reports of rattling camping gear, exploding gas-cookers, rabid animals that attack people and someone even managed to get smothered by his own sleeping bag.

So then we go in, find what's left of Casper and salt and burn. Yep, that's what we do… Problem is, there is a lot of woods here, and no one really knows what used to happen among these trees, or more importantly; where. Sam found a skeleton that looked right old and we did our thing. We were just about to leave town when another rapport came in (family hiking, tents started flying, gear moving on its own, Dad got attacked by his pocket knife and only nearly survived).

So we did some more searching of these woods and found nothing. Have you ever been traipsing through the woods with two guys? Let me give you a few tips: one: take earplugs or music, two: take a backpack, with the kilo of salt, lighter fluid, gun and rounds, silver knives, food and water, bags tend to get heavy and my shoulder hurts! And last but not least, just DON'T do it!

Not that we found anything. I mean these are woods, dense woods, odds are that when you die here, something'll eat you. Anyway, we also noticed what "rabid animals attacking people" meant. So here we were, in the middle of nowhere and off course Dean and I got into some argument, we always do, and before I know it I'm knocked over, really hard. You know, Bambi is cute in the movie, but after he's had a run in with a ghost, not so much anymore. There were several deer and they seemed to do their very best to either stake us with their antlers or trample us over.

I heard yelling from Sam and Dean, some gunshots and I did my very best to not get murdered by a deer (I mean, how pathetic would that be?). But rabid was a very good description, they didn't feel pain or fear and a deer can be a good 350 pounds heavy. I used all I had, knife, gun, psychic power, and the good news is that I won. Bad news is, I feel guilty for murdering some innocent animal (did I just kill Bambi's mother?! Yikes!) and I am now not only bruised all frigging over, but also lost.

I yelled for Sam and Dean as bloody loud as I could and I even shot my gun twice hoping they either return the favour or follow the direction of the sound, but I got no reaction. It's now dusk (off course having the light of day to help me navigate would be too easy), I'm sorta wet (rolling all over moist forest floor will do that to you), it's getting colder (were up pretty far north, I'm wearing a sweater, jacket and big, plaid, fleece vest and I'm still cold!), as I said, I'm bruised all over and limping and I'm nearly out of both food and water.

My, as a psychic, burn about thrice the amount of calories a normal woman would (apparently reading minds and moving things is hard work..). Which isn't usually such a problem, I just eat a lot. But now, after having used my powers some and not having eaten anything but jerky and protein bars since breakfast, I'm feeling weak. It's like crash-dieting every time I leave the comforts of a town.

My body loses weight like mad and I can tell you that the moment I get back to the motel I've at least lost 5 pounds already. Not only is Pain! a prominent thought in my mind, but Tired! is another one. You know that feeling after say a particular hard workout, that all you want to do is plant your ass on a flat surface and catch your breath for the next 30 minutes? That's just how I feel, and what I'll do.

Off course you might be thinking that sitting alone, in the dark, haunted woods is not a great idea, especially since my boys are out there somewhere, mostly likely hurt and possibly under attack (at least I Know that they are not dead or dying), but it's for the best. Trust me, it's better to give my body some rest and time to burn fat while I'm awake and able to pull a trigger, than to keep walking and faint form exhaustion and malnourishment (and that has happened.. more than once. It's pretty embarrassing (and dangerous): you save they day by some huge telekinetic feat, but faint dead away immediately after..).

After washing my last jerky and bar away with my last water (again I NEED that) and I try to meditate and focus on locating my boys. But I'm scared, too scared to lose myself in my powers. I'm not sure what scares me more, running into a bear (I'm not the greatest shot (though I am carrying actual metal bullets), but it doesn't really matter where you hit a ghost with rock salt, but if you don't kill a bear first shot…) or the ghost. Or worse, a bear possessed by the ghost! Yeeh!

After a while I start shivering, badly. Damn, I need to keep moving for warmth, but I'm tired and hungry. I give my powers one last sweep over the area, but find no humans. I shakily get up and get moving. I have no idea where I'm going, but I close my eyes, spin slowly and stop when I feel it's right (hey, I'm psychic, I trust my gut… sorta). After moving for about ten minutes, I get a call.

"… ADAM?!" Sam clearly yells, but the connection is very bad and it sounds soft (off course we're out of range!).

"Yeah, it's me! Where are you?" I yell back.

"…Fi - you….. OK?........ Dea…. Ghos……. Fuck!" Is all I get. Not three seconds after Sam's 'fuck', I scream as a searing pain laces through my right hip. I drop my cell and frantically peel away my jeans and tights. I whimper at the sight; my hip is a shredded, bleeding mess and I see my bone peeking through. Within seconds the wound is gone and I Know it's Deans. I register his pain as mine and because for a moment I feel it, my mind also sees it. Goddamn this is bad!

I search the forest floor for my cell and when I find it I try to call Sam and Dean, but I get nothing. Resisting the urge to throw my cell away, I get up and focus on the not-my-pain in my hip. The sensation of pain that's mine and that's others is different, but hard to describe and still painful. I walk in the direction that makes my hip throb worse.

After another fifteen minutes tears are stinging in my eyes, pain, tired, worried and still lost. The pain in my hip is severe, but I'm so glad it's still there (can't feel pain if you're dead). I'm just about to try the screaming names thing again, when to my horror, the temperature drops noticeably. A branch suddenly swings out at me and I duck out of the way. Apparently not far enough, cause it catches me in my midsections, just above my aching hip and tears my outer jacket.

Any sane person would turn around now, but I Know I am close to both the remains of the ghost and to Sam and Dean, so I keep going. When stones and pinecones are starting to fly my way, I pick up a thick branch and start to practice my batting, I've never been really good at sports. It's getting colder and more and heavier things are coming my way. The ghost itself appears before me, but when I shoot at it, it disappears and doesn't try again. But what's even better, I hear Sam yell.

"Adam!" I sigh with relief.

"Yeah, I'm here!" I yell, and once again I get knocked over and my left calf is burning with severe pain. I grasp my dagger, both my club and gun are knocked away from me and turn to face my attacker. A wild boar, with the clear signs of possession, is readying itself for burying it's tusks in me once again. Before I can react a shot rings out and the boars fall down dead.

"You okay?" Sam asks me, worry clear in his voice, on his face and it also washes over me through my powers.

"Definitely not." I answer, as he hoists me up. My right ankle is sprained, my right hip is channelling Dean's and now my left calf has a two inch hole in it, that and the numerous cuts and bruises all over from everything that has been coming my way all day now.

"But it's not gonna kill me." I say. We start going in the direction where Sam came from and I start saying something else. We're interrupted by Dean bellowing.

"SAM!" The link between us is renewed, two seconds ago he was hazy with pain, now it's crystal clear with fear. We up our pace, guns at the ready, mine still loaded with rock salt, and come into a small clearing. Dean's there, and so is a possessed wolf. Apparently his gun is empty, since he's holding a knife and waiting for the wolf to attack. And so it does. The huge creature goes barrelling towards Dean and I shoot it, somewhere, with rock salt. It howls, and comes our way, God I hope Sam has bullets. A shot rings out and the wolf drops.

I hobble my way over to Dean, Sam battling the new assault of flying rocks.

"You look awful!" Dean greets me. I glance at his hip, it's worse on him that the view I had on me.

"Yeah, you too!" I pant at him. A rock hits my shoulder. I yelp and Dean busies himself batting off the offending materials, he's considerable better at it than I was.

"Look up!" Sam bellows and I do. My heart sinks to my stomach, oh crap! About 25 feet up, obscured by leaves and branches, is a skeleton. The huge branch it's resting on has several bullet holes in it, but it shows no signs of coming down, guess that's were Deans bullets went.. How the hell are we gonna salt and burn it?! I momentarily think of setting the tree on fire, but wave it off. That's gonna take ages!

Scraping my last reserves together I intent to bring the skeleton down. I concentrate, feel my power rise, I put all my pain, anger and frustration in it and I'm just about to release when the ghost wraps its hands round my throat. I immediately lose my drift, but thankfully one of the guys shoots it before I lose more than just my drift!

I try again, building my power and now a wave of fear washes over me, psychic warning. "Bear!" I yell, not taking my eyes of the skeleton and hoping someone shoots it before it kills me. It doesn't come near me, so I guess someone did and I release my power. The branch breaks off with a creaking loud enough to tear your eardrums. Before either the branch or the skeleton of whoever the hell died up there hits the ground, my world goes black.

Epilogue

When I make my way through a haze of fuzzy confusion and worry and wake up to the clear reality of pain, I realize we must've won. I don't really have the strength to lift my head just yet, so I peek under the covers. I'm wearing a shirt that's not mine, and my Thing tells me that it's Sam's. I also realize that I'm still wearing the underwear that I had on that day, so three guesses who bandaged me up! I have no doubt Dean would've taken a good long look.

Speaking about bandaging, my ankle, calf and elbow are neatly done, by the way, what happened to my elbow? The rest of my skin is covered in multicoloured bruises and cuts. Slowly I sit up (OW!) and while a million questions are running through my head (Were we far from the car? Did Sam carry me? How's Dean? What happened? Are we in trouble?) I carefully reach out for my boys. They're both near and okay. Not two seconds later I hear stumbling, and someone opens my door. First Sam and then Dean come through.

"I told you not to read our minds!" Dean admonishes me (somehow they've gotten used to my psychic brushes and recognise them, probably because I spend half my life checking up on them), but there's no malice behind his words. He's limping, he's trying to limp with his usual swagger, but the pain makes it look sorta weird.

"We were worried." Sam tells me and he sounds it. "A little longer and we would've called the hospital." He tells me. I look from one to the other and I can Feel their worry.

"H- how long.. w-was I ou-out?" I ask, shocked at how my voice croaks.

"Almost three days." Dean answers.

" An you didn't wake or stir once." Sam adds, I Feel another wave of worry wash over me. I look at my hand and see the bones of my wrist and fingers stick out, a lot.

"Yikes." I mention, I really don't wanna know what I look like, probably like I died of starvation a couple days ago. I Feel relief coming from both and before either can speak, I ask.

"Hungry?" Hey! My voice hasn't been used in three days okay! They both smile and chuckle, moments like this and you can really tell they're brothers.

"I'll get it." Sam tells Dean, who doesn't protest (his hip must really hurt him then) and sits down in the chair next to the bed.

"Hip?" I ask him.

"Cougar." He replies, I cock my head, question. He pauses, by now knowing that he can't lie to me, in the sense that he can say the words, but I'll Know if they're true or not.

"It's ok." He says, and my mental lie detector says yes. Then again, 'OK' takes a whole new meaning if you do what we do. Dean and I have conversations like this a lot, if at all we talk. With Sam I can talk for hours, with Dean not so much, but I love them both dearly. Sam liked me from the start (handy this psychic thing!) and I just grew on Dean (who loves me now too) and I guess I'm now a part of, well them, I guess. I fiddle some with my sheet.

"Seeing as we're here, guess we won then." I say. Then, unexpectedly and uncharacteristically, Dean stands and hugs me, hard (small 'ow'!). I get over this soon and I return the hug, not so hard though, I feel as if I'm made out of spaghetti. When he lets go he gives me the full-on Dean-grin.

"Yeah we got the sonofabitch all right!"