Dean isn't expecting things to get worse when get arrives at school the next day, but they have. The kid he and Sam talked to-Samandriel-has gone missing as well, which means the cops are back at the school in full force. Dean even thinks there are more, but Charlie tells him he's being an overbearing older brother.

The cops talk to him and the rest of their rag tag little family, but they don't really find anything that could be useful. Dean thinks every single cop in this county ought to get fired, and that they'd be just as safe. But the rest of the day is spent tense and distracted with everyone snapping at each other. Dean actually snaps at Cas once, but apologizes immediately. Cas just tells him it's fine and that he's rightly frustrated.

He still feels like crap for yelling at Cas.

He feels like crap for being unable to protect his brother.

He feels like crap in general because he can't sleep and most food doesn't appeal to him right now.

So it's understandable when he's in a crappy mood Thursday morning, choosing to forego breakfast. He's on his way out the door to wait for Sam in Baby when Bobby's voice calls out to him.

"Where do you think you're goin' boy?"

Dean takes two steps backwards and looks in through the archway to spot Sheriff Mills sitting and having a cup of coffee with his father figure. His stomach drops because Jody only ever stops by to deliver bad news in this house. He backtracks more and enters the kitchen.

"What's going on?" his gut clenches in fear when Sheriff Mills gestures for him to sit down.

He sits down and she speaks softly, "We found Adam." Dean's fear turns to stone and drags his stomach down ever farther.

"And?"

"He's in the hospital. In surgery. The doctors don't know if he's going to be alright." Dean's heart clenches, berating himself for not protecting his little brother.

"W-What happened?" Dean has to ask and Dean realizes how early it is.

The sun hasn't risen and Sam's not even out of bed yet and that kid rises with the chickens. The house feels rather cold, like it always does because Bobby likes it cold for some reason.

"Mr. Wesson and Mr. Smith, two men working at your school have been abducting children from a couple states over. We think Adam overheard their talking and that's why they took him. We won't know until Adam or Samandriel wake up."

"So he's okay? The other kid?"

"Yes, he's in the hospital as well, resting and getting checked out."

"Thank you, Sheriff," Dean murmurs.

Suddenly Dean feels like he's aged ten years. Not knowing if Adam is going to live is almost worse than not knowing if Adam was dead.

"Why don't you go get Sam and when you guys are ready, we'll go to th' hospital." Bobby's voice is gentle, but Dean knows he's just as worried as he is.

Dean nods and makes his way up the stairs, his legs feeling like Jell-O. He wonders if Adam is going to be okay-prays he'll be okay. He bursts into Sam's room, knowing Sam won't even twitch. Sam, even troubled as he is, can sleep through a stampede going through his room. So Dean flops down on his brother, knowing Sam will have a hard time breathing.

"Sammy, get up," Dean calls poking his brother in the ribs, knowing he's ticklish there.

Sam just groans and burrows under the blankets more. Dean never understood how his giant of a brother could sleep on a normal sized mattress. He also never got how Sam could sleep with six blankets and a fort of pillows, and right now he's hating them cause they're keeping Sam in bed.

"Sammy, they found Adam." Sam's head pops up, hair disheveled and eyes blurry.

"Hm?"

"Get up and dressed, we're going to the hospital."

"What's wrong with Adam?!" Sam runs his fingers through his hair once and it's styled to perfection. On any other day Dean would glare and curse his baby brother for naturally perfect hair.

"He's in surgery, come on, get dressed."

"Have you told the others?"

Dean shakes his head and grabs his phone from his pocket, shooting off a text to send down the chain. By the time he's done, Sam is haphazardly throwing on a jacket that's really too small for him. They both rush down the stairs to Bobby, who's waiting by the door with his keys in his hand.