Last Chapter! Can I say, this is honestly one of my favorite Supernatural episodes? Mostly because of Henrikson, I freaking love that guy. To bad he's dead.

Behind Sam, Ronald had answered the phone, sweat shining on his forehead. If he wasn't holding them all hostage, Adam might have felt a little bit bad for the guy.

"Hello?"

The guard in the vault with the hostages clutched at his chest, and in a pained voice announced, "I think I gotta get out of here!"

Sam looked at him with slight concern.

"Look," he said. "I'm very sorry, but you're just going to have to stay put, all right?"

The man closed his eyes and scrunched up his face. If he were faking, thought Adam, he was doing a really good job.

"What?" he could hear Ron saying in the background. "What do you mean, demands?"

Sam rolled his eyes and whipped his head around, calling to the man, "Ronald, hang up!"

"No, I, I'm not a bank robber, I, I, I-"

"I've got to really get out of here!" The guard said, starting to move forward ever so slightly.

"Sir, you can't leave!" Sam said with a hint of panic in his voice.

Well, he had no future as a bank robber, that was for certain.

"-kind of a crime fighter, I guess."

"Ronald!"

The guard was struggling to move towards the door, and several of the other hostages including a well-built middle-aged man, helped him. Sam still stood in the doorway to the vault.

"Look-" he began, but was cut off by Ron talking on the phone again.

"No, I'm acting alone."

Sam sighed and went over to the phone, slamming it down on its stand to hang up.

"Ronald?" He said, and the other man looked at him. "The less the cops know, the better."

The man who had been helping the guard spoke up, "Hey! I think this dude's having a heart attack!"

"Get a doctor!" A woman yelled.

Sam's eyes met Adam's for a brief moment.

"Great," he said, seemingly to himself. "Could be our guy. Could be a trick."

"You just going to let the man die?" the man accused, and Sam sighed once more.

"No one's dying in here," he said, and then to Ron, "Cover the door." He snatched the phone from the stand so that he could communicate with the police.

He asked for a paramedic, and inside the vault, the man began to yell at Ronald.

"Paramedic? We don't have time for that, man!"

"Listen, I, I, I'm sorry, okay?" Ron stuttered. "I am. But nobody's getting out."

"He's dying right in front of you!"

"Help," the guard moaned.

The man helping him glared at Ron.

"Come on, man, you've gotta unlock the front door. We've got to get him out of here." The man pleaded, and Ron cocked his rifle.

"Both of you stay where you are."

Dean returned at that moment and moved straight towards Sam and whispered to him. The man helping the guard watched the two of them with wary eyes.

Sam moved past Ronald and walked up to the vault.

"You know what, Ronald? He's right; we've got to get this man outside. Come on, I've got you."

He removed the guard from the man's arms, and the man stared at him.

"Yeah, yeah, let me help you," he said, but Sam just shot him a cold smile.

Finally, Adam understood what was happening, what Dean had whispered to Sam, and his eyes widened a fraction. This man was the shapeshifter. Sam's eyes fell upon his little brother, and he nodded slightly.

"Oh, no, I think I'll take the kid. Thanks, though."

Adam moved forward and slung one of the guard's arms over his shoulders, helping to support him. As he and Sam made their way out, Dean glared at the shapeshifter and approached the vault door.

"Thank you, thank you," the guard murmured to the two brothers as they escorted him to the front of the building.

"Sure," Sam said, and Adam could tell that his older brother felt guilty about this entire ordeal.

"…Thank you," the guard said again.

Behind them, the shapeshifter walked out of the vault and attacked Dean, knocking him to the ground. It took off, running into the dark of the hallways. Dean got up and chased after him, and Ronald raced after them both.

Adam watched him leave, and noticed a laser sight on his back. Sam noticed, as well, and shouted for Ronald to get down. The sniper that had been aiming at Ron fired, hitting him squarely in the chest. As he fell, Adam saw Dean duck behind a low wall. The three brothers could do nothing more but watch in horror as Ron slumped to his knees, then to the floor, dead.

The hostages took advantage of this, and began to run out of the vault. Dean crawled behind another low wall, closer to where Ron fell. Sam looked over to Dean and - with a call of "Take care of the guard!" to Adam - he ducked down beside their older brother.

Adam couldn't really hear what the two were saying to one another, but Sam pulled out the key to the front doors of the building and handed it to Dean. After making sure that Dean took a key, he ran off towards the vault. Dean took the rifle from Ron's limp hands and, looking around furtively, ran off towards Adam and the guard.

"I'm gonna help you two get outta here, 'kay?" he said.

"Wait, you're making me leave?" Adam asked, but Dean fixed him with a stern look, causing him to fall silent.

Dean held the guard in front of him with the rifle in his other hand, and Adam stood by his side, offering extra support. The three of them approached the front door slowly, and Adam could see several paramedics pulling a stretched out of an ambulance through the glass.

"Everything's going to be all right," his older brother murmured as he opened the door and they made their way outside, where they were met with numerous guns.

"No, don't shoot!" The guard said, panicking. "Don't shoot, please!"

"Please, just move the guns," Adam added, not wanting to get a hole blown into him.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Dean said as he saw that none of the guns had been lowered. "Don't even think about it!"

"Please, don't shoot!" the guard continued.

Adam saw several news vans and multiple cameras pointed their way and swore internally. His brother saw them, as well.

"Son of a-" he muttered, and began to shout, "I said get back, now!"

After the weapons were lowered, Dean shoved his brother and the captive guard away from himself and drew back inside the building, shutting the door and latching it once more.

"We're screwed," Adam whispered to himself.

He helped the guard over to the paramedics, and aloud them to look him over for any injuries. One of the FBI agents that had arrived – a dark skinned man with a short beard – made his way over to where the youngest of the Winchester brothers was sitting.

"Son, I just wanted to ask you a few questions, is that alright?" the man asked, and the blond teenager regarded him carefully.

He'd been planning on ditching the scene as soon as possible and making his way to the parking garage where the Impala was parked to wait for Sam and Dean, but he didn't want to seem suspicious to this guy. He sighed and nodded, drawing the blanket that the paramedics had given him closer to his body.

"Can you tell me your name and how old you are, kid?"

"Adam Milligan. I'm sixteen." Adam said. There was no sense in lying, not unless he wanted to be arrested or some crap like that.

"Alright, Adam. I'm Special Agent Victor Henrikson. Is there anything you can tell me about, the guy that had you come out?"

Adam twisted his head so that he could look at the doors to the bank, as if that would suddenly make his brothers appear. He shook his head, looking directly into Agent Henrikson's eyes.

The agent frowned, making lines on his forehead and around his eyes slightly more noticeable.

"Are you sure?"

Adam nodded. There was no way he'd tell this Fed anything if it meant his brothers would be killed or arrested.

Henrikson sighed.

"Is there anyone that we can call for you, Adam? A parent, a grandparent?"

No way in hell would he call Clint and prove that he wasn't capable of hunting. He mulled it over in his mind, trying to decide who he would call so as not to make the agent think he was here alone.

"My, uh, I was here on my own. Y'know, taking a drive, wanted to use the ATM here…" he trailed off. "My car is in the parking garage, I can just go grab that…"

The agent continued to frown at him.

"We should really get a hold of your parents or guardians, son." He said, and Adam felt somewhat annoyed, even though he knew the agent was simply doing his job.

"My parents have both passed away, sir." He informed him. "I live with my brother and his wife."

"Alright, let's see if we can get them on the phone."

Adam reached down and from his sock he pulled out the cellphone that Natasha had given him for his birthday.

"I didn't want the crazies to find it," he informed Henrikson. "So I stashed it. Besides, there wasn't any cell service in the part of the bank where we were."

He dialed the landline for the farmhouse, and didn't know whether to be relieved or not when Laura answered.

"Hello, Barton residence, this is Laura."

"Hey," he greeted her, and continued speaking without waiting for her reply. "Um, have you been watching the news at all? No? Good, good. So, I kinda just got out of a hostage situation."

"What?"

"It's okay, I'm fine, just a couple of crazy people holding up the bank."

"Adam, are you alright? Where are your brothers, are they still in there?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, and there are still people in there. I'm actually sitting with a Fed right now," Adam looked over to Henrikson.

"I thought you were on a hunt!"

"We were, yeah."

"Let me talk to that Fed."

"Um, okay…" Adam turned over to the agent. "My sister wants to talk to you."

Henrikson took the phone from him and put it up to his ear. Adam couldn't hear what Laura was saying to him, but he would occasionally say things like, "Yes, ma'am," and "We're doing all that we can." Finally, after what Adam assumed was one of Laura's more important questions, Henrikson paused.

"We believe it to be Dean Winchester and his brother. Yes, the same one from Saint Louis." He said finally. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be sure to tell him. Thank you." He ended the call and handed the cellphone back to Adam.

"Your sister said to get into your car and drive home." He said. "Do you want someone to accompany you?"

The young hunter-in-training shook his head.

"I'll be okay," he said, and made his way to the parking garage.

It was about an hour before anyone showed up. Adam had nearly fallen asleep twice in the backseat of the Impala, and was startled when two people dressed in swat team uniforms climbed into the drivers and passenger's seats.

"Hey!" he squawked, and then the men removed their masks, revealing themselves to be his older brothers. He relaxed into the seat.

"Did you gank the shifter?"

Sam nodded wordlessly, although he was panting slightly.

"And?"

"We are so screwed." Dean stated, and Sam nodded minutely.

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