Adam

After leaving Chuck I ran for the stairs frantically. My mind had gone into hunter mode which was convenient, but it made panicking difficult. I couldn't really tell yet if that was a good or a bad thing. I tried to think of what I should yell as I reached the second floor. For some reason my mind went back to all those police shows on tv and all of those stupid, pointless drills we'd gone through in school for scenarios that would never happen. "Code red!" I yelled, wondering if we actually had a code red that I had never been taught. I wouldn't have put it past them, or even been surprised, really. "Croats are attacking! Everyone up!"

Mary was the first to dash out of her room and skid to a stop in front of me. "What's-?" she started, but I pushed her not so gently towards the stairs.

"No time, go!"

She nodded and was off like a bullet, out of sight in less than three seconds. "John, get your ass out of bed!" I bellowed at the door. He stumbled out and tried to ask, but I only pointed at the stairs. "Croats- go!"

He seemed to wake up a bit, his own hunter mode that I'd inherited switching on. He raced for the stairs as well, calling after Mary. I felt a rush of relief for her knowing that he'd keep her safe. I hadn't quite made amends with John enough to be genuinely terrified for him, but there was a dull, nagging worry in the back of my mind. I was learning to like him enough to hope that he survived so that I could learn to love him later. Maybe. Someday. Not that now was the time to think of these things.

Sam and Dean were, as always, together, and they came next. They just nodded as they passed. Bobby was last but right on their tails; he didn't even pause in his stride.

Satisfied, I headed out after them, grabbing a gun and clips from the stockpile Mary had made on the kitchen table- why was the kitchen always home base?- and running out. I shot one Croat down near the door, glancing around to see hunters stumbling out of their cabins armed and ready for one hell of a fight.

Then I was smashed into a wall and looked on in abject terror as a demon approached. "Oh, come on!" I yelled. "When will you demon bitches learn not to mess with us?"

This one wasn't as stupid as the last. It didn't talk, but it did aim at knife at my throat. The last thing I saw was it arcing downwards, the silver metal glinting against the light and blinding me before…