CHAPTER 1

" He's a Winchester. He's already cursed."

Adam remember that phrase very much well. Mostly when he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, counting on his wounds and bruises after every hunt that went nasty. He winced, he groaned or he swore out loud but he doesn't do complaining. Because Dean and Sam never complains,, they sucked all the pain as consequences, patched, scarred and healed all the way, but never he ever hear them complaining. So he does as his brothers does, swallowed and clamped his mouth shuts, becoming leaked free is not an option for a Winchesters.

So for over almost a year together with the brothers, he became tougher, or at least that's what he thought. The habbit become character, which is Winchester's. Even Bobby said that he should stop copying Dean's stupid sarcasm or Sam's geekiness. Sorry, Old man. He don't think he can do that. He looked up to them like he's a five year old, he idolized them, just like Sam worshipped Dean, and Dean's to John. He just following the line that already sets up from a long time ago, he can't help not to. Beside, he stucked with the brothers 24/7, no pun intended.

And so he does, he won't complais, not even when his back ungodly hurt like hell and its bitches demons dancing inside of him. Adam hissed between his lips, he's leaning heavily on a wall at his right side. Wincing when his back touch the wall behind him. But he tried to keep focus on his surrounding, he grip tighter for his weapon in hand, suddenly it felt heavier than before.

Adam's eyes caught a movement from a room across him. His panic arised for a second but then sighed in relieve to find his eldest brother watching him in concern.

" You okay, buddy…? " Dean shout to him between guns blazing through their ears. He moves as closer as possible to the edge of walls between them. The long hallway separate the two brothers.

Adam let out another hissed from the pain. " Gosh, I didn't know rock salts could be this hurt." He replied Dean, who only chuckle in return.

" Tell me about it, princess." Dean grinning ear to ear, enjoying his little brothers suffering is always on top of his big brother to do lists. " Hey, Adam. Get the car ready. I'll cover Sam and drag his ass out before they get burned. Meet you at the gate."

Dean tossed him the car key, which he catched with his left hand. The movement makes him wiched harder, even cursed under his irregular breath. The demons bitches now dancing in his eyes, the blackness start to fill the corner of his sight.

" You don't look that good, kiddo." Dean still lingering in his spot, his two eyebrows almost meet, not just in concern, it looks like fear creeping in.

Adam found his brothers eyes and somehow he don't wanna Dean to have that look on his face. Dean is a fearless God, he don't do coward face like that. And that kind of face on Dean only referring that he might really doesn't look that good. He started to doesn't feel that good either, honestly. There something stucked not only on his back, there something wrong inside of his whole right side chest. He really want to break the rules of 'do not complain' for just this one time. But, yeah, that can wait, they just need to get out of this hunt asap. " Well, I think I might need you to check on me after this. If you don't mind. Just get Sam's butt, I'll meet you guys at the gate."

Seconds later, Dean lunged forward to whenever he up to, confronting their enemies and rescue Sam. Wait, who are they against to..?. Adam took a deep breath, his head is kind of foggy by now. The impala keys rattling in his hand, then he realized that it's his hands that shaking. They had left the car about half kilometers away from the building which is their current hunting place. He can hear the gun battle sound getting distant as he moved away from the his spot, heading for the baby. He wants to help his brothers so bad but yeah he got another order, an important one, so they can flee from this stupid building asap. Dean let him drive his baby, it might be the most important job he has ever had, rather than salt and burn the dead bodies or making a trap for an anger spirit. Adam grins at the sight of the impala and shove his steps as faster as his wounded body could handle.

Somehow, he can't get his head straight anymore. He can't remember what they were up against to, he can't remember when he learn to drive a car, does he had his dinner 'coz he feels like haven't eat for two days. Well, the last two thing definitely has nothing to do with his situations right now, but he's really not in good conditions to choose what his head need to think of. Adam slipped to the driver seats and once again grinning at himself. Aaah, so this is the baby's driver seats feels like. He tried to think about what happened ten minutes ago, but his brain seems too fuzzy. The pain from his wound surprisingly doesn't bother him anymore. So he sit there in silent. He didn't remember why he run in the first place, but as hell broke lose, Dean had ran the other way and Sam was signaling him to run away from his hiding under the stairs. Then Adam took off too, turning his heels right away and rerun his entering steps. When the blaring guns start wheezing in his directions, he looked for a place to hide which was none, 'cause he was simply running down a long corridor.

" Adaaaammmm…. Just get down. . . " he heard Sam's yelling from somewhere.

For what it's worth Sam, Adam even forget his training if the situations was this confusing. Who would ever imagine being chased down by bunch of angry hunters, when all you know that hunters are family anywhere. Wait, I think I know what we were hunting. Then he ducked himself nonetheless, beside this time 'caused by something strong pushed him forward, near the right side of his shoulder blade. He felt thrown so hard, that he almost kissed the floor if his hands hadn't reflexively saved his delicate face. Yes, he still loves his features very much. He hates it when Dean making fun of his baby fat cheeks which is very reluctant to go away even when he is almost seventeen this year. And losing five pounds during a sudden hunter training sessions coached by Dean himself can't do much either.

Next thing he knew that he's on the ground, Sam yelling, again, about something from somewhere he couldn't bring himself to care. He lifted his chin to find out that he just some steps away from the corridor intersection, so he crawled his way and hiding behind the wall. Few seconds passed before he registered the ass pain in his back and Dean's teeth grinned at him from acrossed the room.

And now here he is, sitting in Dean's throne, pathetically trying to put the baby's key in to start the engine but his right hand decided not to obey him anymore. So he lean back and let the darkness took over.