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Silent Screams

Chapter Two

" I'm telling ya Sam, I don't know about this kid, it could be a trap." Dean said as he took the next exit of the interstate.

Sam, who was looking at the screen on his laptop, looked up and said, " I don't think so, everything checks out and there is a page torn out of dad's jurnal about nine months before the kid was born. "

Dean rolled his eyes, " That don't mean a thing. "

" Then why have we been driving none stop for ten hours strait, huh? " Sam shot back.

" Cause he's in trouble and it sounded like a ghost and...thats what we do! " " Yeah, okay. " Sam smiled at his big brothers attempt at a cover up.

Dean saw the smile out of the corner of his eye, " Tell me what you found out about the kid. "

Sam sighed and began, " His name is Adam jace milligan, he actually just turned fifteen today, in the ninth grade, his mom's name is Kate Milligan, she's single and a nurse that works the night shift at Windom Medical. Nothing really strange on them, the only thing I could find is when Adam was seven he went to a therapist. He only went to six sessions then his mom pulled him out, reasons unknown. "

" Huh. " Dean thought for a moment, " And nothings happened since? "

" Nope. " Sam looked up from his laptop and saw a sign that read, ' Welcom to Windom Minnesota. '

" Well, here we go. " Dean sighed.

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They arived at Adam's house fifteen minutes later. It was a small house, just right for two people. It looked normal on the outside, but that didn't mean anything to Sam and Dean. They hurriedly opened the trunk and retrieved the needed weapons, then quietly snuck up to the house. As soon as they reached the door Sam went to work picking the lock, with the required click he opened the door very slowly.

Dean went first checking for any signs of danger as he went, sam right behind him. He glanced at the clock on the wall, it read 7:20. He smiled at that, record time as usual. They reached the kitchen and found the fridge open and a carton of Apple juice spilt on the floor.

They made their way into the living room and froze at the sight before them. On the floor in a pool of blood, lay the body of a woman they assume is kate, with a gun in her right hand. Right next to her in the pool of blood lay a young boy. They rushed to them, Dean checking the woman as Sam dropped to his knees and gently turned the boy over to get a good look at him. The kid was breathing and his eyes were open. Sam sighed in relief then looked to Dean who shook his head, indicating that the woman was dead. Sam checked the boy for broken bones and injuries, finding nothing fatal.

" Adam, are you okay, can you talk for me? " Sam asked while gently pulling Adam into his arms. Not getting an answer, he lifted Adam's head and for the first time he really looked into the kid's eyes. They were glazed over, looking empty and lifeless. The boy looked broken and defeated, like he was a hollow shell of what he yewst to be. And there was just so much blood.

" I'll go pack him a bag, you go get him cleaned up, kay? " Dean said.

" Yeah, okay. " Sam said as he lifted the boy with ease, " Man, the kid doesn't weigh much. "

Sam found the bathroom with no problem. As soon as he entered the room, he got to work taking Adam's blood covered shirt off. Getting a wet wash cloth, he cleaned the remaining blood on the kid then patched his injuries. Sam tried talking to him the whole time, but it was like the kid wasn't there. Sam even checked for a concussion, but found he was fine just in shock. He felt nothing but sympathy and the need to protect the kid. Now that all the blood was cleaned off the boy, Sam could see the resemblance between them. Adam had their Winchester green eyes and blonde hair like Dean's, but a little lighter.

Dean came in the room and handed Sam a shirt and pants, " Any luck with the kid? "

" No, still in shock, you? "

" Nothing, if there was a ghost it's long gone now. " Dean said as he helped put the shirt on Adam.

Once they got to the car Sam laid Adam in the back seat and buckled him in, then they hit the road. Strait to Bobby's all the while listening to Metallica turned down low to drown out the silence.

Adam slowly woke, keeping his eyes shut, still feeling tired. For a moment there was peace, he didn't remember all the stuff that happened. He laid there, snuggling deeper into the blanket. But, like all good things must come to an end, his memories came flooding back. He fisted his hands into the blanket as the tears started to form. But he was able to push them back when he heard people talking. It sounded like two men, maybe three, but he cant make out what they're saying. Finally opening his eyes, squinting at the light, he jumps with a start as he takes in his new suroundings. He's in somebody's bedroom, but he has no clue who's. He thinks back to earlier, trying to figure out how he got there. After the shot everything else was a blur, but he does remember a males voice, then somebody picking him up and for some strange reason, Metallica.

Adam slipped out of bed and put on his shoes, then quietly snuck over to the door and peeked out. Finding the hall empty he tiptoed over to the stairs and looked down. Finding nobody, he ever so gently took a step down. Then another but then the third one creaked, quickly taking the presure off, he held his breath. The men kept talking. Sighing in relief, Adam skipped that step and made his way to the bottom, looking around what appeared to be a living room.

' Well, it could be if you put all the books up. ' Adam thought to himself as he walked through the cluttered and dusty room, coming across a clock that read 5:30. ' Dang how long have I been out? ' he mentally asked.

The voices were louder now, so he assumed they were coming from the kitchen. Adam got right next to the door but didn't go in, afraid of what he would find. They sounded nice as they were laughing while drinking coffee at the table. And they saved him, didn't they? He reasoned with himself, but he just couldn't face them. So he backed up to look for another exit, running into the coffee table in the process, which nocked over a stack of books with a loud bang. Adam froze, hearing something he looked up to see three men in the doorway.

Adam didn't have time to think, his body switched to survival mode and before he knew it he was out the front door and running through what seemed to be a junk yard. He was almost at the entrance when big arms wrapped around him and they both went down. Adam kicked and fought the best he could but it was no use, he was pinned to the ground. When he finally realized this he went into panic mode, he started shaking uncontrolably, hyperventalating as tears welled up in his eyes. Bracing himself for pain and probably death, he didn't expect what happened next.

" Hey, come on kid, it's okay, your safe. " The man said as he rocked Adam back and forth, carding his hand through his hair, attempting to calm him down.

Adam slowly calmed and looked up to see a young man, probably in his twenties, with shagy dark brown hair and the same green eyes as him. His tears stopped but his breathing was still hitched. The man stopped rocking and ran his hand through his blonde hair. And to Adam's suprise he actually relaxed in the man's arms.

" See, nobody's gonna hurt you. " The man said.

" Sam is he okay? " Another man said from a few feet away. He looked a little older then, Sam was it? He had dark blonde hair and the same green eyes.

" Well, don't just stand there, tell him who you are, ya idjits. " Said a much older, scruffy looking man.

" Sorry Bobby, okay Adam, I'm Dean, we spoke on the phone, and this is Sam, we're your brothers. "

" Oh, and thats Bobby Singer, he owns this place. " Sam pointed to the scruffy man.

Adam's head was spinning, trying to process everything they were telling him. He does remember talking to Dean now, he just forgot after everything that happened. So much has happened in such a small amount of time. He fought a ghost, lost his mom, and now he supposedly has two brothers.

" Adam, are you okay? " Sam asked as Adam fisted his hands into Sam's shirt.

But he couldn't answer, everything was happening too fast, he was scared and sore from the attack earlier. And after what happened to his mom, he blaims himself.

" I think he's still in shock. " Sam said after he realized Adam wasn't going to talk.

' Shock huh, if thats what they want to call it, oh well, ' Adam thought to himself, ' I just feel broken. '