A/N- Lots of language in this one. I personally think that as hunters they guys would curse a lot more then they are allowed to in the show, so I've included it. I think Dean would have a pretty foul mouth and as a little brother Adam would pick up on it.

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Timeline: Adam is 17 years old. Sam's been away from the family for years and Adam has been hunting, training and living on the road with Dean and Dad. This story takes place in the spring before they end up going to get Sam from school. May 2005

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"Ompf."

Adam grunted as all the air was viciously knocked from his lungs, painfully scraping and banging his cheekbone as he was shoved up against a rough brick wall.

"Get off!" he growled, his words frustratingly garbled against the unforgiving wall.

The hand that was roughly twisted in his short hair tightened its grip and Adam fought against it trying to pull away feeling his scalp scream with agony. Against his will, his head was forcefully pulled back and the last thing Adam saw was the dark, red brick wall coming at him too fast.

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Adam woke slowly, his head pounding and his stomach rolling fiercely enough to make a thin line of sweat break out on his forehead. He fought against the pain in his head to open his eyes, moving to rub a hand across his face. His arm caught and he was immediately awoken with the awareness he was tied up.

Fuck.

He looked down to see a thin white rope tied around his wrists and immediately started to pull and work to loosen it. His mind flashed back to the ropes training Dad put him through. Hands tied in front was a good thing. Not tied down to anything was good. Being tied up unconscious wasn't the best-case scenario, it meant he wasn't able to create slack in the rope like Dad taught him, but it sure as hell could have been worse.

Adrenaline started to race through his blood, sharpening his mind and making the throbbing pain in his head a memory. As he twisted at the ropes he took in his surroundings, trying to remember what happened.

He'd heard a call for help. That was what sent his stupid ass down the alley. It sounded like a kid. A lost kid or something and of course Adam had to check it out. He didn't even think twice about it.

So freaking stupid.

He hadn't even made it halfway down the alley before he was grabbed from behind. Someone was waiting for him. He never saw a face, just dark shadows before rough hands knocked him into unconsciousness.

And now he was here. Fighting against the unforgiving ropes he shifted his weight to feel around for his weapons. His wallet was gone, as well as the silver switchblade he kept in his pocket. Thankfully, he could still feel the small silver knife in his boot.

He didn't move for it immediately though. He needed to be sure he wasn't being watched by whoever grabbed him. But looking around…well, that just made him fucking confused.

He was in a laundry room. In what seemed to be a house. He'd woken up leaning against a cement wall, looking at a washer and dryer set.

The whole thing was weird. Supernatural beasts and evil creatures didn't have washers and dryers (at least not that Adam knew of). If he was being held by one of his family's normal playmates it would be in a creepy basement or scary forest. Not the laundry room of some suburban house.

Glancing around the room Adam didn't see anything unusual. No cameras pointed at him, no cutouts in the door for spying on a prisoner. It was just a normal-looking room. A normal room with a teenager tied up inside it, but a normal room.

Keeping an ear out for any movement outside the door, Adam leaned down and slid the knife out from his boot, easily flicking it open and spinning it to start cutting the ropes.

It only took a minute of sawing for the ropes to fall away. When they did Adam resisted the urge to jump up and flee. He had to think like Sam, be careful and think through what he needed to do. First things first, Dean's voice was screaming at him in his head to find a weapon. The tiny silver knife wasn't enough. He needed something bigger or sharper or heavier. Something he could use to really protect himself.

Suddenly there were sounds outside the door. Mumbled voices.

Shit.

Adam looked around the room frantically for a weapon, anything he could use. There wasn't much available, no cabinets to dig through, nothing hanging on the wall... except an ironing board.

'Fuck it, that'll work.' He thought as he jumped up, ignoring the raging pain that the move sent through his body. When this was over he was gonna have to throw up.

Adam grabbed the ironing board and stood behind the door, hoping it would hide him when it swung open. His heart pounded as he listened to the voices outside the door. The words were mumbled so he couldn't make them out, but he could tell there were at least two adult men out there.

He held his breath, adjusting his grip on his chosen weapon and watch the door as the knob clicked with the opening of the lock and slowly turned.

Adam had to wait. Hold his breath and wait until they were in the room. He needed them to walk in and look for him. He needed the clearance to swing the ironing board.

As the door pushed open Adam leaned back further into the wall as if he wasn't already pressing himself into it as hard as he could.

"Hey..." said a confused deep voice, "Where is he?"

A beat passed and the man stepped in to room. Adam could feel another body still in the hallway. He waited.

"Where did he go?" One asked. Another step forward.

"You put him in here right?" The other said, stepping into the doorframe of the room.

Another step.

"Yeah."

One more step and Adam would be spotted. He had to act.

Now.

Throwing his weight against the door, Adam slammed it into one of the men. A satisfying 'Umph' followed and Adam reared back, swinging the board hard, cracking the other man in the face as he turned at the sound from his partner behind him.

And thick grunt of pain was all Adam heard before he ran. He pulled open the door, jumping over the man he'd crushed there, stumbling as the guy grabbed for him.

"Get him!" He heard yelled behind him and Adam fought and kicked at the hands that were grabbing him. Leaping into the hallway, Adam could see the door. It was just a house. All he had to do was make it to the door.

Hands pulled at him and he fought, yelling and pulling. Suddenly he was knocked down hard, knocking the air from his lungs as a hard knee landed in his back and a rough hand grabbed his hair.

"Got him!" one of them said.

"Ahhh!" Adam yelled, fighting with everything he had against the heavy weight on his back.

"Scrappy little guy," the other said breathlessly from above him as Adam's arms were roughly pulled behind his back and more rope was wrapped tightly around his wrists.

"Yeah," came a huffed reply from and Adam was smacked sharply on his upturned cheek.

"Fuck you," He grumbled, glaring at them the best he could as his face was being pushed into the carpet.

Both men chuckled and the one tying his arms finished, pulling Adam up quickly enough to make his concussed head spin.

They didn't say anything more and as they frog marched him down the hallway Adam tried to get a good look at the men. He needed to figure who, or what, they were and why in the hell they wanted him.

They forced him down the hall, a hand on his neck, a hand on his bound wrists and a third tightly gripping his right bicep, ensuring no escape. From what Adam could see of them they looked like regular men, maybe his Dad's age or a little older. They were strong, he'd experienced that, but they didn't seem like experienced fighters based on the scuffle they had outside the laundry room. An experienced evil guy would have tied him up better for one thing and wouldn't have walked into the room looking for him. Also, Adam had fought with Dean enough times to know when his opponent was pulling punches. He felt the guy who'd tackled him in the hallway hold back when he tied Adam's arms. He wasn't gentle by any means, but Adam knew the guy could have easily dislocated his shoulders or elbows, something that would have put him into true evil dude territory.

They were dressed like regular guys too. Jeans and t-shirts. One of them even had on tennis shoes. Things were just not adding up. What would these two dad-type guys want with him?

The hallway wasn't long and too soon Adam was brought into a dark living room, heavy brown curtains obscuring the windows, making Adam wonder if it was day or night. He had no idea how long he'd been unconscious but it couldn't have been that long. The room was mostly empty, except for two wooden kitchen chairs and an altar of some kind in front of them.

Adam knew an altar when he saw one and he fought hard against his captors as they drug him closer to it.

"No, no, no," Adam chanted fiercely, trying to plant his feet to stop from being dragged into the room.

The man holding Adam's neck shook him hard and pushed him more forcefully into the room. He was shoved down into one of the wooden kitchen chairs facing the altar. Adam felt one of the men hitch another length of rope against his wrists as he was bound to the wooden slats on the back of the chair.

This was bad. This was so bad.

The room was empty save for Adam and the two men who had moved to stand behind him, their backs pressed against the wall.

They were all silent and Adam strained to listen for other sounds in the house. It was just a house so maybe there were neighbors? Maybe if he screamed loud enough he could alert them and they'd call for help? But Adam really had no way of knowing where this house was. It could be in the middle of a field for all he knew. And if that was the case screaming would only get him another knock to the head, which, at this point, Adam wasn't sure he could take. The concussion was already blurring his vision a little and making it hard to think. Another hit to the head wouldn't help him figure out how to get out of here. Weigh the risks. Sam had taught him that. He bit his lip at the thought of his brother. Sam was at school. Far away and safe in California. He'd never know what happened to Adam. Adam grit his teeth to get a hold on himself.

Shut up you stupid baby, he mentally admonished.

He had to get out of here. Before they did whatever it was they were planning. The two dudes who brought him in were obviously goons and not the guy in charge. So Adam had to bail before the big dog showed up.

Just then, because Adam had Winchester luck, a man walked in. Adam only caught the movement in his peripheral vision, but it was clear from the man's confident stride that he was in charge.

The man walked over and stood in front of Adam, bending slightly at the waist so as to look Adam in the eye. He was an older guy, way older than Dad, with white hair and small thin-rimmed reading glasses perched on his nose. He looked more like a librarian than the evil leader type.

"Adam Winchester?" He asked, looking over Adam.

"No." Adam replied shortly, glaring at him.

The older guy nodded at the two men behind Adam and Adam looked up to see his wallet being passed over his head. The man flipped it open and pulled out a driver's license.

"Adam Osborne," he said reading the name then glancing back into the wallet as he spotted another ID, "Adam Townsend, Adam Daltry, Adam Morrison," He said pulling more cards out, "Well I suppose we can assume your first name is Adam."

Adam glared in return and said nothing. He had to get out of here. He needed to get free and get a weapon. He pulled his eyes away from the supreme leader guy and slowly scanned the room. Weapon. Weapon. Weapon. He could probably get out of the ropes. Dad had drilled escape techniques into him for years. As much as he hated being tied up during the training sessions, he could have kissed Dad for the preparation. Adam surreptitiously worked his bindings, still scanning the room. There wasn't much available to him. The chairs were simple and wooden, maybe he could throw one against the wall to break it to get a club or a stake, but he couldn't fight and break the chair into a weapon at the same time. The table in front of him was plain, just wood with an old wooden bowl on it. Nothing of use there. The last thing available was the curtain; he could probably pull them down and use the rod as a weapon, probably his best choice.

"... other one?" The Leader questioned, drawing Adam's attention back from where it had wandered while planning his escape.

"Coming," one of the men said, "He's uhh...lively,"

Crap. Adam has forgotten about the empty chair next to him. Someone else was gonna be in this mess too. Likely some other innocent civilian.

Shit.

Adam would have to figure out how to get that person out too. Part of him hoped the other victim would be some serial killer or kid toucher and then he could focus on saving himself guilt-free. But…Winchester luck…that was never gonna happen.

Adam sighed and turned his focus back to the ropes, realizing he was gonna have to create a distraction so the men standing behind him wouldn't notice what he was doing.

"Can someone tell me what the hell is going on? " He snarled at the older man, who'd gone to stand behind the altar.

The man just smiled at him. A sickening smile that made Adam's stomach turn.

"What do you want with me?"

Another smile.

"Oh, come on. Aren't you evil bastards supposed to monologue your whole plan to me? Fill me in on the sob story that brought you to this life?"

The Leader didn't smile at that. He looked over Adam's head and gave a small nod. Adam twisted his neck to see the man behind him walk up to stand in front of him.

Adam peered around the dad-dude henchmen and saw the Leader give another nod.

A harsh, sharp slap spun Adam's head.

"Ah!" He yelled out.

His cheek was stinging now, making his eyes water.

"What was that for?" Adam yelled indigently

"You'd do well to show a little respect, son,"

"I'm not your son," Adam spat, "Although I bet you already sacrificed him,"

Another sharp painful slap and Adam tasted blood on his busted bottom lip.

Adam panted against the fresh pain, "What do you want me for anyway? Why me?"

"Because son, you're perfect. The one we needed." The Leader leaned down on the table, putting his hands flat on either side of the old wooden bowl, "The virgin."

Adam felt his pulse quicken and his face flushed with embarrassment. He was almost 18, and yeah, unfortunately still a virgin.

A fucking virgin sacrifice. Great.

As if being a virgin wasn't embarrassing enough.

Adam smirked at the guy, hoping to play him just like Dean would have, "Sucks for you dude. Bad intel. I'm not a virgin. At least not anymore…thanks to Mandy..."

The older man stared at him, clearly not amused but also considering Adam's words. Another nod over Adam's head and the other dude walked forward, a knife in his outstretched hand.

"Uhhh…Whatcha gonna do with that big guy?" Adam asked, his voice wavering.

The guy pointed the knife at Adam's right bicep and sliced down the arm of his shirt.

"Hey…Hey.. ."Adam complained, "Come on I've only got like 2 shirts...Ahhh..." Adam screamed as the man sliced into his arm, dripping bright red from the long cut and rubbing the sides of the knife to coat it in Adam's blood.

The moment was brief, but it was enough to trigger the long-buried memories of his time before he was a hunter.

The screaming. Oh god…the screaming. His. Hers. Screaming in pain until his voice was nothing. The blood. The sticky old blood. The warm fresh blood running over it. The pain. The endless pain and fear.

No, no, no.

No, no, no

"No,no no," he heard himself chanting. His voice was quiet and sounded far away even in his own head.

"No. Fuck you," He growled, pulling himself out of his foggy, painful memories.

He watched as the Leader's henchman brought the blood-covered knife to the altar and carefully handed it over. The Leader took it gently; twisting it so that Adam's blood seemed to shimmer in the light. He then placed the knife in the bowl and held his open hands over it and began to murmur words Adam couldn't make out.

Adam scowled and set his jaw. Witches.

Suddenly sparks burst in the bowl, creating an intense white light that flickered for a moment before disappearing.

The old man looked at Adam and smiled "Yes, you are what we need. Virgin Pure."

Adam sneered at the man.

Slowly Adam began to notice the sounds of other people silent walking in, lining themselves up along the walls of the living room. Adam watched as they filed in, searching their faces for any clues or anyone who might be sympathetic to him. They all walked straight past him, ignoring him as if he weren't there at all.

"Hey! Hey! Brandon!" Adam called out, recognizing one of the youngest members of the line. Brandon was the quiet kid from his chemistry class. They'd been paired up as partners for an experiment last week. They hadn't talked much before or since but Adam recognized him.

"Dude! Dude!" Adam called, trying in vain to get Brandon's attention.

Suddenly it clicked. Why Adam was here. Why he had been chosen. It was all Brandon.

"You did this didn't you?" Adam screamed, "This is because of you, isn't it? You fucker! You better hope they kill me cause if they don't I'm gonna murder you!"

Brandon flinched at Adam's threat but didn't acknowledge him any more and walked past, lining up against the wall with his fellow lemmings.

Adam was seething. How was he supposed to know Brandon was some freaking witch kid? The guy looked totally normal. He was super quiet and a little nerdy but nothing about him set off any of the warning signals Dad had trained Adam on. He was blindsided.

Once the people had filled the room and settled, the Leader spoke.

"Bring him in."

Adam wasn't about to go down without a fight. He was still working on the ropes behind him, having lost his concentration when he saw Brandon, but now he was back and firing on all pissed off cylinders.

"What? You need another virgin?!" Adam taunted, "You can't get it up with just one?"

The loud sound of a vicious struggle pulled Adam's attention away and he craned his neck in his chair to see the two men who'd drug him in, wrestling to bring in another person, the guy's hands tied behind his back, a rough brown bag covering his head.

The two men threw the other guy in the chair and Adam could hear the muffled, strained curses coming from behind the sack. One of the men practically had to sit on their victim while the other struggled to tie him to the chair, taking breaks to knock the guy in the back of the head trying to subdue him.

Once he was finally fully tied down the men stepped away panting, leaving the guy still fighting against his bonds.

"Seriously?" Adam teased, watching the man next to him go still at the sound of his voice, "Two virgins? What kind of weak-ass sacrifice are you running here?"

The old man smirked at Adam, "We don't need two virgins son. We need one virgin and one whore..." he said nodding to one of the men standing behind them.

Adam watched as the bag was ripped off the other victim's head and instant cold shock hit him.

"Dean?" Adam cried out.

Dean was gagged, a green bandana tied tightly around his mouth making his cheeks puff out uncomfortably. He looked pissed. Even from across the room Adam could see the hot rage bubbling in his eyes. These guys didn't know how much trouble they were in.

"You two are what we have waited for," the Leader said, walking from behind the table to stand in front of them, "Brothers. One pure. One sullied. Your bloodline will make everything stronger,"

Adam glared at the guy and could feel Dean doing the same.

"Newsflash old man," Adam spat, "I don't where you're getting your info, but we aren't brothers,"

The man smiled at Adam and walked closer to him. Roughly grabbing Adam's chin, he squeezed, "You won't lie to me again, son"

"Not. Your. Son." Adam ground out, his teeth mashed together in the man's tight hold. "And not lying."

The man let go and studied Adam, staring at him as if he could will the truth from him.

"You are lying."

"Nope." Adam said, being sure to pop the P in the word annoyingly, "Cut me up again and you'll see." he said nodding to his arm, ignoring Dean's stare.

The old man stared at him intensely, "Brandon!" he yelled suddenly and Adam watched as his chemistry partner was shuffled to the front of the crowd.

"Yes sir?" he asked meekly.

"Report."

"They are brothers, sir. Absolutely. He's lying. I did the research,"

"You suck at research Brando," Adam jeered, catching a glimpse of silver as Dean fiddled with his ropes.

"Same Dad…" Adam said drawing the attention to him, as he worked his thumb free of his own ropes, "Different moms. I bet that won't work with your precious spell huh? Gotta have that true blood,"

"I hate that for you," Adam continued on, watching the old man stare at Brandon, "It's hard to get good help these days ain't it?"

"No." The Leader said, looking back at Adam, "It will work fine,"

"Really?" Adam questioned, trying his best to channel all the sass he'd picked up from Dean over the years, "Two brothers… one a virgin and one a whore...I mean that sounds pretty specific. Bet it took a lot of work to find. I mean you went to all the trouble...what if it doesn't work?"

Adam was silenced by a stinging slap, busting his nose.

"Truth hurts huh?" Adam sneered ignoring the pain in favor of landing another jeer, earning another slap as Dean grunted in protest beside him.

Adam spat out blood that was pooling in his mouth, "Hit me all you want old man. You don't scare me,"

The man glared at him, "I don't need you to be scared, boy" he said, "But I do need you to be quiet."

Suddenly a bandana was brought over his face and tied tightly around his mouth, making him yell with the sudden pain and pressure on his busted lip.

Dean screamed behind his own gag and Adam growled at the man in front of him.

Turning to catch Dean's eye, the brothers exchanged looks. The beating had given Adam the distraction he needed to fully escape from the ropes and he saw that Dean had used the time to do the same. They were both just holding their hands behind their backs, waiting.

Adam nodded to the curtain to his left, trying to indicate to Dean that it was their best choice for a weapon. Dean nodded and flicked his eyes toward the bowl on the table.

The knife.

Adam totally forgot. The knife they'd used to cut him was still in the bowl on the table. Adam looked at his brother and gave a slight nod. Dean squinted at the table and then winked in the direction of the curtain, letting Adam know through the signals they'd been trained on for years that Dean was gonna go for the knife and Adam needed to get to the curtain rod.

Adam glanced around the room and saw that all the people standing against the walls were focused on the Leader, who had stepped away from Adam and Dean and back behind the altar table, babbling about their great prosperity or some shit.

Dean gave one long one slow blink and Adam knew to start counting to three in his head.

1

He shifted slightly in his seat, his eyes locked on the Leader in front of him.

2

He dropped the rope from around his wrists.

3

Adam leapt up. Catching the blur of movement at his side as Dean did the same.

Startled gasps filled the room as Adam ran to the window, pushing past people who stared at him dumbly. He pulled as hard as he could on the heavy curtain, leaning his weight against it. It fell suddenly; falling and covering the onlookers close by. Adam fumbled with the annoying fabric, reaching for the rod and pulling it away, hearing shouts and screams behind him.

He finally freed the rod from the curtain, thankfully finding it heavy and solid in his hand. A rough grab on his shoulder sent him spinning and he flung the bar out connecting with man who'd grabbed him.

A deep grunt of pain from the henchmen and Adam was off running. He didn't have to look to know that Dean was doing the same. Adam heard the shrieks and screams of pain as he headed for the door. Dean was slicing and dicing a path for them and the witches or cult members or whatever were diving out of his way.

Feeling Dean's steady hand on his back, Adam was pushed toward the door and ran for everything he was worth. He and Dean burst through the front door of the house, landing on a grassy front yard about 300 yards from a neighborhood street.

Adam reached up to pull off his gag and followed Dean as he did the same, sprinting to the street.

"Dean! We gotta gank them!" Adam yelled at his brother as they ran.

"How?!" Dean shouted at him, never pausing in his stride, "You gonna talk them to death?"

"Saved your ass!" Adam shot back, grinning.

Dean grinned back briefly, then turned to glance behind him.

"They aren't following. Let's get to the main road and find a gas station or something, call Dad."

"Dad's in Wyoming," Adam panted, starting to feel their breakneck pace.

"Whatever. Let just get there," Dean yelled, "Come on!" he said pulling Adam's sleeve and staying close to his brother.

They sprinted all the way to the gas station. It had to have been 6 or 7 miles away. They were both out of breath and sweating by the time they arrived.

They stopped in the parking lot, quietly walking behind the building, trying to stay out of sight.

"Why didn't they follow us?" Adam asked his brother, leaning on his knees trying to catch his breath.

"I did some damage. Sure they're dealing with that first," Dean panted, wiping sweat from his forehead.

"Fuck…what was that?" Adam asked, standing up and starting to pace the parking lot.

"Got me," Dean said, throwing his hands up in frustration.

"That kid Brandon was in my chemistry class," Adam said, trying to work out how they got to where they were, "But I never said anything to him. We barely even spoke! I definitely didn't tell him I was a virgin!"

Dean laughed and then grabbed Adam by the shirt, pulling him into a tight hug.

"You ok?" he asked, leaning down and mumbling into Adam's hair.

"I need stitches," Adam muttered, keeping his injured arm close between them and wrapping his other around his brother's waist, "But I'm fine"

"I'm gonna kill those motherfuckers," Dean grumbled as Adam pulled away.

"Good. I'll help," Adam said, "How'd they snag you anyway? I got grabbed thinking I was helping some poor lost kid,"

Dean's face flushed with embarrassment and he turned away from his brother, walking toward the gas station doors.

"Oh come on! What?" Adam prodded, tagging along after him.

"Girls," Dean said with a sigh.

"What?"

"Two girls, man. Followed them back from the bar…and yeah…" Dean smiled at his brother, as if they hadn't both just come inches away from death, "I'd probably do it again too,"

"Killed by your own horniness?" Adam teased.

"Worse ways to go…" Dean chuckled, "Now come on, we got work to do,"

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A/N- I've had this one in my head for a while and finally had some time to get it on paper. I really enjoyed making Adam a little older and a little meaner- I think life with the Winchesters would have made him that way. I'm still keeping up with this story and working on ideas for the brothers and I'm open to any ideas you guys might have too! Thank you for reading and commenting and supporting me! I get so excited when I get a review and get to hear what you think about each chapter. :)