Author's note: Hmm saw the latest episode, "appointment in Samarra" and well at least they mentioned Adam, sort of.
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His mom taught him just a bit more than the basics of first aid under the impression that anything more serious she could take care of or have him simply be brought to a hospital like a regular person. Stitching up monster bites is more serious than sticking on a lame ass sponge bob band-aid.
That being said he was pretty much in total agony right now.
"fuck." Adam cursed, his voice echoing around the hotel room.
He'd hitch-hiked as far as he could, before finally picking up a ride three towns over. Half-weary and covered in dirt, and dried blood he'd asked the trucker to drive him as far as he could. As far as he could turned out to be somewhere near Minneapolis.
Carefully Adam made another stitch, trying not to stab himself in the side again. Of all the places, why had that damned thing bit him right there? Thankfully this was the last of wounds, no more stitches or anti-infection or anything else.
Almost finished and because of the fact that he was now partially paranoid, he wrapped two layers of gauze around his stomach. If those things came after him then he couldn't waste anymore time fixing up his busted stitches.
It was still hard to handle. It had only been two weeks.
Two weeks, three days and six hours in counting.
He hadn't seen any sign of them yet but his body was constantly on the lookout, attuned to any of the signs. Adam moved from cheap motel to cheap motel every couple of days. Pretty soon though, he'd be out of money and out of luck. He couldn't sleep in the streets, that made it easier for the things to find him. Motels were safe, dirty and full of questionable things but safe.
Half an hour later Adam was in sitting in a McDonald's chewing on a burger. This was becoming a daily ritual, fast food was the easiest and often the most cheapest thing to buy. Recently he'd gotten to known the girl at the register quite well.
The girl, Becca Wellis smiled at him apologetically. "Sorry Adam but I have to lock up now." he'd told her his name was Adam Smith, he was from California, here on vacation and that he had two brothers and his family was pretty much perfect. God, he wished that was the truth. All his life he'd just wanted things to be normal, like every other family. When he was younger he'd wanted a dad and then after meeting John, he'd wanted a dad who came by more often then once every few months. He'd always wanted that picture perfect family, including siblings. It pretty much sucked being an only child. Now lately he thought about that often. Whatever chances he had to a perfect family had been slim before but were now down to nothing-the closest thing he had to family was a distant cousin. All of his mom's family had slowly died off years ago. And John…
Well right now he didn't want to think about John.
"Want me to walk you out?" And there was that politeness again, apparently manners were still drilled into his head.
Becca smiled again. "That'd be nice." Usually she'd be kind of worried about being alone with a boy but Adam seemed nice, and he was what fifteen? Sixteen? Besides she had at least a good three inches on him and she was wearing her boots today.
"So what's California like?" She asked curiously as they walked out into the parking lot.
Adam shrugged -he hadn't been anywhere out of Windom- "Warm, and it's always sunny."
She nodded. "Right, well that's my car over there."
He glanced at it, and then frowned. "It's nice." he didn't know a damned thing about cars just that if it was faster then it was better.
Becca laughed. "Anyway I've gotta go, but hopefully I might see you tomorrow?" her expression was slightly hopeful and partly amused. She most likely thought he was a future heart-attack victim waiting to happen.
"That's a definite possibility." Adam agreed, surprised at how normal it felt talking to a girl. He hadn't really talked talked to anyway lately. There wasn't time and he didn't know who he could trust.
Adam was half way around the corner, looking for a bus or some other way to get back to the crummy motel when he heard it.
A scream, loud and high-pitched.
Against his better judgment and because, it could have been those goddamn things and even if he was running from them, he swore he'd kill those monsters, he ran back towards the McDonald's pulling out the knife that he'd taken to carrying around with him. It was lame and probably wouldn't do much more than give those things a papercut but still...he'd taken the last one out with a soccer trophy. He could have had worse weapons.
Knives were really the best option for him, he couldn't keep carrying around the soccer trophy (his luck wouldn't hold out that long) and he didn't know how to work a gun or even own one.
The parking lot was dark, pitch black dark and his only source of light was a streetlight on the other side of the parking lot. Still he could see almost clearly the guy who was practically on top of Becca.
"What are you doing to her?"
The guy turned around, and let Becca-who was passed out and ghostly pale- drop the ground; her body making a loud thud.
"More prey?" The guy questioned, eerily bright red eyes staring at Adam's neck.
The man reminded Adam of those guys he'd seen at school. The junkies with the constantly red-rimmed eyes and freakishly pale skin. His hair was blonde but dirt (and was that blood?) and grime stained it. The guy was standing completely still and then smiled showing off a row of sharp non-human teeth.
Fuck. The junkie-guy came at him fast, but Adam was pretty fast himself and ducked into a roll as the guy nearly crashed into a parked car. "Great there's more of these guys." Why couldn't he have a normal life? When he was born did his mom sign some kind of contract that said he couldn't be normal? Was there any actual reason?
"Hold still, you little piece of shit." the guy growled out, which would have been more impressive if there wasn't twigs and leaves in his hair. Adam almost expected a chipmunk to come crawling out.
"You know funny enough, the last time someone said something remotely like that the guy ended up with his brains smashed out." Adam said idly, almost bored as the guy jumped forward again. "What the hell are you anyway?"
The guy laughed and then kept laughing. "Seriously? What kind of lame-ass hunter doesn't even recognize a vampire? What are you knew or something?"
Vampires? Adam frowned. What was next werewolves oh my? "Bet those preteen girls just the fact that you glitter." Wait-What was a Hunter? He'd heard that before, somewhere in the back of his mind some part of him was screaming to remember. Hunter, Hunter, Hunter...what the hell was a hunter?
"Well hunter, I think just so that this goes easier for you that you should hold still."
He thought about it for a minute and then shrugged. "Nah, I like living. Granted my life's pretty crappy lately and I don't have any immediate family or friends right now but I still don't feel like being some freak's dinner."
The vampire looked faux-sympathetic and he sighed, stuffing his hands into his pocket. "Guess this has to be the hard way then."
Adam paused, "Guess so." and then ran like hell across the parking lot.
The vampire blinked and then laughed. Good. He liked it when his food was interesting, it made them taste that much sweeter after he drained them of all their precious blood.
Snarling he ran after him.
Adam as it turns out wasn't a good whatever the hell a "hunter" was. He'd gotten as far as the park across the street before sliding on some wet leaves and falling onto the ground with a bang. In the process his knife had flown out of his hand thanks to the power of gravity and was out of sight.
The vampire appeared out of nowhere and pulled Adam up with a strength surprising of his tiny size. "Game over." he hissed, slamming the teen against a tree. Hard.
He looked around desperately for a weapon. A knife, a rock, hell even a really pointy stick would be useful. Adam tried to push the vampire away but it was strong, stronger than Adam at least.
The vampire smirked and then opened his mouth, showing off his teeth again before biting down into Adam's neck.
Damn it, that hurt a lot. Still, the thing from before had much sharper teeth and had been biting in worse places.
The vampire recoiled trying to spit out the blood. "What the hell is wrong with you?" he hissed out clutching at his throat. Still spitting out blood and growing paler, the vampire disappeared leaving behind a stunned Adam.
"What just happened?" he wondered, holding a hand to his bleeding neck.
Getting his mind back into place, he immediately ran back to the parking lot hoping that Becca was okay or at least not vampire food. When he got there all he could see were flashing lights and a crowd of curious people.
Adam, who after pulling up his collar to hide the bite mark, walked over toward an onlooker. "Hey what happened?"
The man stared at him for a second and then turned back toward the crowd, trying to crane his head over it to see. "Some girl got attacked, they're taking her away right now."
"Is she okay?" He asked curiously, hoping that his failed attempt to save her had been in time.
"She was talking and everything, so I think she should be okay. But I ain't no doctor, kid." The man stared at him curiously and then suspiciously. "Why'd you want to know?"
Adam shrugged and walked away, feeling the man's stare on his back.
Well he couldn't stay in Minneapolis anymore. It was a big city but the chances were high that he'd run into another one of those things or another vampire again. He'd pack up first thing in the morning.
But he had some unfinished business to deal with first.
"Seriously? That's it?" Adam frowned, staring at the screen in disbelief. Minneapolis public Library had been more than happy to answer his questions about vampires. After three and a half hours, and countless twilight mentions he'd finally found something decent.
"Vampires, can be killed only by being beheaded. Other methods such as sunlight or dead man's blood only weaken them.-Gordon W."
Being meticulous Adam checked other websites and most of them seemed to agree with this Gordon guy. How did you behead a vampire anyway?
"Do you need any help?" The librarian, an older woman who was probably in her fifties and reminded Adam of his scarily strict elementary librarian walked over to him.
Adam closed the window and then smiled at her. "No ma'am, I just finished but thanks." He smiled at her until his teeth hurt and until she walked away with a small "humph."
Sighing, Adam wondered where the nearest place to buy knives were.
The Alley was dark and empty aside from the vampire (whose real name was Allan Fletcher) and the pretty blonde girl that he was feasting on. Allan smiled as the girl tried to move away. His week would have been awesome if that punk ass kid from yesterday hadn't ruined everything.
Allan was still amazed that he could do things like this, he'd only been turned a while ago, less than a year and now he was so powerful. It was fucking awesome.
"What the hell is it with you and blondes?" The vampire closed his eyes and held back the growl of frustration as the blonde in his arms trembled.
"Bad timing man, real bad timing." Sighing he dropped his meal to the ground, hopefully she wouldn't try to run he didn't have the energy right now.
"What the hell did you want kid?" The vampire demanded to know. "I may not make you a meal but I sure as hell am not above killing you. So go run away like a good little hunter and stalk a demon or something."
Adam smirked, hoping he'd take the bait. "Right because last night, when you ran off like a scared little girl totally proved that."
The vampire growled. "You're pushing it kid."
The blonde grinned and pulled a knife out of his pocket, showing it to the vampire. "Chicken."
Time froze at that word. The ultimate call out, the sure fire way to get anyone in a fight besides commenting on their mother was to say 'chicken' especially if both of the participants were under twenty.
"What'd you say kid?"
"Funny didn't think vampires could be deaf. But I said chicken, you know like the poultry that is often kept to be eaten or make eggs and-" He was abruptly cut off by a 160 pound vampire slamming into him.
Adam was prepared though and brought his knee up as sort of blockade. The vampire was barely affected and landed on top of Adam who brought his arm around and stabbed him with the knife. It wasn't a deathblow far from it but it was good enough to get the guy off of him.
"You think that's going to kill me?" The vampire gasped, swaying on his feet. "I've eaten things that you've only dreamed of in your worst nightmares."
He ignored him focusing more on how to actually kill the thing then listen to it babble like some lame bad guy in a TV show. Blue-green eyes narrowed as the vampire lunged forward again and Adam brought up the knife and planted his feet as firmly as he could.
Shrink.
He opened his eyes slowly, watching as the vampire's body and now separated head hit the pavement.
The pretty blonde girl who was covered in blood, and still pressed against the wall stared at him with wide horror-filled eyes.
"Sorry?"
"Fuck, this can't be happening." He'd left Minneapolis four days ago after making an anonymous call to the police about a girl being attacked.
He'd been shocked or at least in shock. For the second time in his short life and in less than a month he had killed two people, granted they hadn't been innocent or at least human but he'd killed. Almost mechanically, again for the second time in his life, Adam had packed his things and fled, walking outside the city limits and then getting a ride the farthest way he could.
Now he was somewhere in South Dakota, or at least he thought it was South Dakota. And finally even though he had been more careful than he had ever been before Adam had run out of money.
What was he supposed to do?
A job wasn't an option. He'd need to find a permanent address and most jobs did background checks and required resumes and even so he needed to be on the look out for more vampires (he still couldn't believe that but it was better than the alternative, which was that he had killed an actual person) and whatever those things from before had been.
So he was stuck, in South Dakota with no money or other means of support.
Sighing (he'd done that a lot lately) Adam looked over at the payphone and then down at the last amount of money he had-just enough to make one single phone call. Adam sighed again, because really he was going to hate what he was about to do but he had no other choice.
Punching in one of the phone number's that he'd memorized almost instantly, Adam held the receiver up to his ear and waited. "This is John Winchester, if there's an emergency then you reach my son Dean, at 866-907-3235."
The phone dropped out of his hand like it was on fire. Previously John's message had been "This is John Winchester, leave me a message if it's an emergency."
"If you would like to leave a message please press one."
Adam's hands tightened around the phone and he slowly started to breathe again.
John had a son. John had another son. He had a brother? This couldn't be happening. It was just to friggin' weird for even him. He could accept things that wanted to eat him and vampires that tried to drain him dry but this? This just took the whole damn cake.
"Hey." Why hadn't he hung up now? Why hadn't he run away screaming or started freaking out even more? "Hey it's Adam, Adam Milligan. I need your help. I wouldn't be calling if this wasn't an emergency but I need your help as soon as possible. Fuck, shit I don't even know why I'm still speaking. Look I'm in South Dakota, some town called Carlton, and…This was a bad idea. You know what just forget about it I can handle this-"
"Thank you for leaving a message, please hang up now. Beep."
He groaned and slammed the phone back into it's cradle. What had he just done?
He'd called John, John his mostly gone father who apparently had another son. John who also had something to do with his mother's death and almost his own.
John who probably wouldn't even answer him back until months later and then fall off the map again.
This shouldn't have been happening. Less than a month ago and things had been almost normal. He didn't have John but he still had his mom who did the best she could and did better by him. He still had friends and a nice house, and a nice life.
A month ago he had just turned fifteen and was planning on learning how to skateboard and on Monday he was planning on asking Laurie Jones out.
And now he was sitting in a phone booth in some small town in South Dakota where he stood out like a sore thumb waiting for his father to pick him where he'd spend a some odd hour(s) car ride filled with awkward silence, and eventually if he ever got the guts or the anger Adam would question him about the fact that he apparently had a brother.
Perfect. Like that didn't sound like some whacked soap opera.
-Chapter 2, end-
Author's note: Well now we get more characters like John. Timeline wise I've tried to figure this out and this would work out some time around/before/after/ the pilot episode, it would at least be in that year. So this is set a bit before the pilot, John's just kind of snuck away from Dean now and is doing solo hunting and stuff.
Did anyone catch my supernatural reference thrown in there? Btw, I kind of gave a mention of why the vampire didn't want to drink Adam's blood. I'm not sure how subtle it is and it's not really that cool…
Also I want to say thank you for the reviews and I've gotten some comments about grammar so I was wondering if anyone is interested in being a beta, at least for this story? Please, I'll pay you with invisible non-usable money.