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Waking suddenly, it took Adam a few minutes to remember what had happened.

He'd gotten home, Dean having driven him, and had gone inside. He'd been surprised when his mom hadn't been waiting for him in the hallway, walking through the house, a pit forming in his stomach, until he'd reached the kitchen.

His mom had been standing there, a smile on her face, and he'd known right then that something was seriously wrong. That thought had been confirmed when something came up behind him, hitting him over the head, as his mom smiled on, everything fading away to darkness.

Straining his eyes, Adam reached his hands up slowly, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of the roof of his prison, attached to something harder on top. Taking a deep breath, he tried to ignore his racing heart, ignore the panic that wanted to take over, pushing his hands flat against the roof and pushing.

"… looking through the house now."

Freezing, Adam took a moment, before turning his head to glance out the small crack that had appeared when he'd pushed, swallowing hard when he saw his mom talking to a young man.

"You sure it's him?" the man asked.

"Oh, yeah," his mom replied, sounding nothing like she usually did, looking nothing like the person he knew. "It's definitely Winchester."

Adam slowly let the top close, his breaths coming in fast pants, his heart racing, as he realized that they were after someone from his family.

Or maybe him. After all, John Winchester was his father, so they might consider him one. But why would his mom be acting so out of character, why would she hurt him, why would she want to hurt John or Dean?

Unless … unless, it wasn't his mom. Hadn't he just learnt that all the monsters and supernatural stories he'd heard were real? If ghosts were real, then maybe shape shifters were, or vampires, or … or …

Swallowing hard, he closed his eyes, trying to think of what he could do. If that wasn't his mom, then where was she? And would Dean and John know that they were missing?

He had to assume that they wouldn't, that they wouldn't realize until John came for one of his visits and by then it would be too late. Except hadn't the monsters just talked about someone searching the house? It made more sense that ithat/i person was the 'Winchester' they were talking about and not him. Which meant John or Dean were in trouble.

His heart stopped a beat as he heard footsteps moving closer to where he was, his breaths coming faster, as he squeezed his eyes shut, willing the person away.

"What are you doing?" his mom asked, muffled and barely loud enough to hear through whatever it was he was stuck in.

"I'm hungry," the man said, Adam sure that he was standing right next to where he was, the man's voice much clearer then the thing that was pretending to be his mom.

"Winchester's there," fake-mom said, obviously moving closer.

"Aww, come on," the man replied. "Just a little snack? Before the main course."

He could hear the smirk in the man's voice and when his gut clenched hard, the stray thought that maybe he was the thing that was going to be on the menu crossed his mind, his heart beat accelerating as the thought became more solid in his mind.

If that was true, then what had happened to his mom? Had she …

He cut that thought off, not wanting to follow where it led. Right now he had to think of getting out of here, of getting to John or Dean, and warning them that there were monsters hunting them.

He just had to hang on long enough for his dad or brother, or both, to find him, because he had a feeling that both Dean and John would be there, looking for him, having figured out that he was missing.

Unless these things could look like him too.

Swallowing hard, he tried to put on a brave face, tried to think of what Dean would do in this situation. He'd probably laugh in the monsters faces, before taking them out. But Adam didn't have any weapons, and he was twelve, and wanted to know where his mom was.

"No," fake-mom said, her voice almost a hiss. "I want to make him watch as we do it, so that he feels helpless, the hero unable to protect his own family, watching the light leave his son's eyes."

"Fine," the man answered, disappointment clear in his tone. "But I get first dibs."

"Fine," fake-mom replied. "Let's go."

Adam listened as the foot-steps moved away, part of him relaxing now that the imminent threat of being eaten, and Adam wasn't about to think too much about that, was gone.

It took him a few moments to actually be able to move, his hand taking a second longer than usual to respond. When it finally did, he was able to push up against the top of his prison again, his heart in his throat as he moved it aside, waiting for the things to come back, to find out that he'd been awake the whole time.

Sticking his head up slowly, his eyes swept around the room he was in, taking in the cement walls, the dripping water, moss growing, and he realized that he was in the sewer. He and Jeremy had gotten down into one once, before both their mom's had found out and they'd been grounded for a month.

It didn't really help him now, because they had only ever made it just inside the entrance, and looking around, he could see two different tunnels leading out of the room and he had no idea where he was.

Getting out of the box he was in, his legs felt weak as he stood up, the room spinning for a moment before settling. Turning his head, he felt his stomach lurch as he took in the thing that had been his prison.

A coffin.

He'd always thought that it would be funny to play in a coffin, pretend he was a vampire, or zombie, but now …

Looking around the room again, he saw three other coffins, his stomach lurching again, his hands shaking as he took a few steps towards the center of the room. Swallowing hard, he moved towards the closest coffin, his hands shaking even more as he reached out, pushing the lid open.