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Nearly out of breath, the youngest Winchester brother kept running as fast as he could while still keeping quietly. Anything to get away from that damn prison. His so called brothers Sam and Dean had been driving him insane ever since he came back from the grave.
From what he picked up, he had just been resurrected from his grave by Zachariah. Why he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he was back. He woke up inside Bobby's house and was told he was to stay there in hiding while his brothers figured out what the hell was going on and why he was back. Some welcome for your dead brother. He wasn't about be kept cooped up in some old trucker look alike's house and wait to be killed again. No, he was going to make a break for it. He had waited until Bobby wasn't around. It wasn't too hard to get away from the old grump. The big problem would be the angels. Even though he couldn't physically see them all the time, he could hear them talking when they were close, kind of like Chuck claimed he could.
Adam had made it a good couple of miles away from Bobby's when he came across an old abandoned looking shack with a overgrown looking greenhouse next to it. He figured he would crash here for a bit or at least lay low. He frantically looked around as he slowed down his running pace to a steady walk, tumbling over a giant rusted metal trash can while he was at it. What an odd place for that. In the middle of the field. He looked around in panic, afraid that someone may have heard him. He knelt down to the ground, the tall overgrown wheat like grass surrounding him keeping him somewhat hidden. The fact that his tan jacket was a similar color worked to his benefit. Breathing heavily, he cautiously stepped around the side of the old shack, careful not to knock anything over.
His heart was still racing wildly. He closed his eyes for a second as he attempted to pull himself together. What a hell of a day. Literally. He jumped as he heard feet rustling through the grass from what sounded like the other side of the shack, over by the greenhouse. Oh shit. Just what he needed. He froze, eyes growing wide and the panic returning as he saw the reflection of a light zip by the side of the shack. 'Oh please don't let that be fucking angels.' He groaned as the though slipped into his head.
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Poor guy's scared shitless; •location;
old shack/greenhouse a few miles from Bobby's;credit
at caution 2.0 & walk on water or drown (mayday parade) & picturecredit