Ok this is my first shot at writing fan fiction. Just want to see what its like.

For my story, Adams 16. I found it would make him more vulnerable, and unable to handle the truth. It would give Dean that big brother sense aswell.
What if Adam wasn't killed by the Ghoul?
Set a few hours later.

Adam sat on the hood of the Impala, staring out at a sunrise with a thoughtful look on his face. His brothers were sleeping in the car, they were both extremely tired after fighting the Ghoul off him. But despite the fact that Adam also felt quite tired, he couldn't sleep.

Every time he tried, pictures of his mother flashed across his mind, contorted and morphed in gruesome ways. It was as if he's first encounter with a supernatural force left him scarred already. And in the life he was expected to live, that probably wasn't a good sign.

But maybe they would understand? He couldnt accpet that she was dead, it was natural for someone so young to feel that, right? Without John constantly around, he was always close to his mother, it was only normal he was in denial.

Glancing down, he had to twist his mouth in agony. Both his wrists were slit deeply, from where the Ghoul tried to bleed him dry. They ached and were stained in a dried red mess which he couldn't even bare to clean - the pain was like a white hot rage pulsing, every time he tried to move them. It didn't really bother Adam too much. His mind was too full to actually notice how much more it possibly hurt.

Besides being haunted every time he closed his eyes, his thoughts were always on the situation he was in. He now had two older brothers, but he had never felt so alone. He knew Sam would be there for him, but could he really trust both of them with everything? Earlier they had told him that in hunting, families had no secrets. But honestly was it worth it?

Anyway, he was so sure that Sam and Dean were going to tell him he couldn't hunt. That John didn't want him to be dragged into this. Even the mere thought of this idea made him furious. He was sixteen, and he didn't know much about hunting, but he could defend himself pretty well.

Although Sam tried to tell him that maybe he could hunt when he was older, he knew what Dean would say. It was obvious in the way he even looked at him: there was no way in hell he was letting him. He wasn't sure why Dean acted so angry towards him. He knew Sam would offer him help, someone to talk to, but Dean just shut him out and shouted at him for a lot of things. His big brother pretended he didn't exist.

Adam was caught up in his thoughts, that he didn't even hear the car door open, and jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "What the.. Oh, Dean its just you." There was a hint of annoyance in his voice. Great. Dean had obviously noticed his brothers absence.

"Whats up, kid?" It was the one of the first times in the last few days that Dean had spoke to him in a calm voice. Minus the bitter tone. Adam actually thought his voice sounded caring.

"Cant sleep." he said hoarsely.

"I noticed that." he hesitated, then added "I know how you feel."

Adam looked shocked that Dean was trying to actually talk to him, but only for a second. Then his face returned to a stony expression.

"Do you really?" he didn't mean for his voice to be so cold, but he knew Dean didn't have all this piled on him in one week.

"Yeah, I do."

Adam's lip quivered. "Right."

Dean sighed. "Adam, I'm sorry for acting like a jerk to you. I know you've been through a lot. But I'm only trying to help you. I'm your brother, I'm supposed to care. But me and Sam,we lost our mom too." He felt like he was trying to talk to a little kid again. Days when it was just him and Sammy waiting for dad flickered through his mind.

Adam stared, and retorted darkly "You got revenge."

"And our revenge cost us years of living this life, years of following this one warped trail. When we finally avenged our mother it had cost us our father. It never ended. Nothing in this life ever just ends." It had that stern tone in it, as if a warning to his younger brother. Dean usually never opened up this much. He didn't even explain this to Sam. Hell, he wasn't sure he could talk to Sam anymore like he used to. Betraying him for Ruby pushed Dean away from him. It was if Sam didn't need him anymore.

He stared into the blue eyes of his baby brother, which were on the verge of looking wet.

"I don't mean to sound..... I can't... Its just.. losing both my parents in one week." His voice broke on the word parents. He couldn't fight back the tears any longer.

As if the last of his fury evaporated, Deans big brother instincts kicked in and he pulled the kid into a bear hug, letting Adam cry into his shoulder. He didn't know how long he stood there, holding his brother close to him. He felt almost hatred at him at first, having another secret brother was not something Dean could just stomach right then. Adam had the good life. He never had to know exactly what was out there, hiding in the dark. He was a proper son to John, he wasn't given the responsibility Sam and him had constantly on their shoulders since they were old enough to know. John wanted to protect Adam, and now he was being sucked into it too.

That made Dean realise that whatever normal life Adam had was gone, and there was no point being bitter about it. Suddenly, he felt his brother slightly snore, and Dean almost chuckled in surprise. He lifted him into the back seat of the car and laid him down, throwing his favourite jacket over him. Watching him sleep was the hard part, and he sighed again.

God, he was only sixteen.

Sam had been sitting there pretending to be asleep the whole time, and out of the corner of his eye, he almost thought he saw a single tear running down Deans face.