Authors Note: I do not own any of the characters of Supernatural, except for my own original characters.

This is my first Supernatural fanfiction and I thought, why not give Adam a story of his own with a twist? That's right Adam became a hunter, with a psychic hunting, badass girlfriend! (Character of my own making)
This takes place around the beginning of season 10, when Castiel has yet to become Lucifer and the darkness is beginning to grow. The story is mainly in the eyes of Adam and Ashley.

Reviews are welcome! Hope you enjoy!

Adam stood frozen in the middle of the road, eyes squeezed shut, waiting for the white-hot pain of the bullet piercing his body. The bullet he clearly heard leave the barrel of the gun that was pointed directly towards him. Hell, he even smelled the gun powder, but felt absolutely nothing.
Then he heard a resounding crack and his eyes flew open to see the gunman falling to the ground, his head facing the wrong direction and his eyes lifeless. The impending threat was gone…for now.
Slowly Adam let out the breath he had been holding before assessing his body for apparent bullet wounds. He found only a few scratches and small cuts from the earlier scuffle. "Haha!" He laughed in relief, "He missed, aimless lug. You on the other hand clearly didn't." Adam turned looking for his partner, ready to thank her, but froze once again.
The 'aimless lug' hadn't missed because his target wasn't even Adam. It was Ashley, the young brunette who was sitting on the ground clutching her bleeding abdomen with one hand and her head with the other. Her face was clinched in pain with tears starting to spill from her closed eyes.
"Shit! Ashley!" Adam shouted as he rushed to her side then dropped to his knees, horror and panic gripping his entire body. Reaching around he ripped off his blue flannel and pressed it to the wound, pushing Ashley's hand away.
"Ahhh!" She screamed out as he applied pressure to the wound, her eyes snapping open. She met Adam's gaze and saw nothing but pain and fear.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, "But I need to stop the bleeding. Can you tell me if the bullet went though?"
Ashley bit her lip, trying to think, but her head was pounding from snapping the man's neck and she was slowly losing conscious from blood loss. "I-i- do-don't knnow." She stuttered out, "Im-im sorry."
"No, it's okay. Your going to be okay, but I need you to take a deep breath so I can lift you up and see if there's an exit wound." Adam instructed. Ashley nodded, then shut her eyes preparing herself for the next wave of pain. "Ready. 1-2-3!" Gently as he could, Adam pulled her body towards his own. He felt her inhale deeply as he searched, immediately finding a small rip in her shirt tinged with blood. The bullet had passed through, but they weren't out of the woods yet.
Putting Ashley back in a sitting position, he removed the flannel shirt from entrance wound and tied it around her body, applying pressure to her backside as well. She didn't make a sound the entire time, just sat there with her eyes shut and clutching her head. "You still with me?" Adam asked.
"Mm-hm." She replied, "We need to get out of here."
He raised an eyebrow at that, "Speaking my mind again?"
Ashley gave him a small apologetic smile, "Sorry. Hard to distinguish whose voice is who's right now due being shot and using most of my power to snap that man's neck."
Adam rubbed the back of his neck, "Thanks for that by the way, but you really didn't have to. Normally you don't."
The psychic shrugged, "He shot me and was going for you next. Shoot me fine, but you- ", she shook her head, "I regret nothing, except not snapping his neck when he first came barging in our motel door. Then we probably wouldn't be in this mess."
"Maybe, but doesn't matter now," he said cupping her face with his left hand, "We need to get you to a hospital."
"No, no hospitals. Not with all those agonizing thoughts… I'm too weak to block even yours. And they'll want to contact the authorities." Ashley argued.
"Then what should we do?" He asked, going over their current situation in his head. Middle of a road in Kansas, with no medical supplies or quick fix hoodoo that came to mind. The sun was starting to rise, meaning they were at greater risk of being stumbled upon, which didn't look good for Adam. Bleeding girl in his arms and one dead body. Not to mention the stash of weapons in the back of their car. It was a shit-tastic situation.
Ashley could hear everything Adam's mind was running through and trying to come up with another way to save her that didn't involve further harm or suspension, but so far nothing. Shit-tastic was really the perfect word for it all.
There was one option she knew of though, one that she sensed while they were hunting the Rugaru, but it would piss Adam off to no end.
"Does the car still work?" She asked, removing her hand from her head and pushing it into her jean pocket.
Adam looked at her in confusion, "Yea I believe so." He answered, looking back at the damaged SUV. The front end of the car was missing some of the bumper and the backside clearly had been rammed into, but it looked like there was no internal damage.
"Good." Ashley pulled out her cell phone and brought up her contacts list. Scrolling she found the name she was looking for at the very end. Before pressing it, she met Adam's confused gaze, "Please don't hate me."
His eyes dropped down to the phone screen as she hit call and read the name at the top. Sam Winchester.
The phone rang twice before said person answered, "Ashley?"
"Hey Sam. Caught a whiff of your delectable brain waves in the nearby area. Wouldn't happen to still be in said area?" She asked, nonchalantly.
"¬You're in Kansas? Really?"
"Yep. Are you?"
"Live here pretty much. I'm guessing you're nearby on hunt."
"Sort of. Need a hand though."
"Anything.""
"Awesome. Can't exactly pin you down, location please? Oh, and I hope you have some o-neg on hand."
"Excuse me?" Sam's asked confused.
"O-negative. Universal donor? Yea got myself shot and need some patching up. Thru and thru in the abdomen. Blood loss. And you know my thing with hospitals."
"Shit um yea I think we still have some on hand. Do you need us to come get you?" There was some shuffling in the background.
"Nope. Faster if I come to you. Now location please?"
"I'll text it to you. Are you- ", she ended the call, not wanting to answer anymore questions until later. Also, the silence coming from Adam (mentally and physically) was becoming too eerie. He blocked her out and he only did that when he either trying to hide something or in this case really pissed at her.
"Please don't block me out." She whispered desperately. Ashley hated it when he blocked her out, even though she probably wouldn't want to hear what he thought of her right now.
He didn't reply, instead Adam gathered her into his arms then rose to his feet. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pressed one of her hands onto the back of his head hoping to get a read on his thoughts the more direct way.
"Don't." He said quietly, his voice firm. She dropped her hand away, feeling even more guilt for trying.
Swiftly as he could, Adam carried her over to the passenger side of their black jeep Cherokee. The door was still open from her jumping out earlier making it easier for him to place her in the seat and shut the door.
Ashley watched him walk around the front of the car towards the driver side, his own door open as well. She put all her focus on him, trying to get some sort of read on his emotions, but he built the damn wall of china around his brain. He was truly pissed and she knew it was all because she called them. But his brothers were their closest and only option right now. She wanted to hunt another day, another day with Adam, but after this she may be hunting alone.
The beeping of her cell phone broke her concentration on Adam. Looking down she found gps coordinates from Sam. They were close, she realized, which was good for her, but not for Adam. It meant less time for him to prepare and face his brothers since falling into the cage with Lucifer.
The slamming of Adam's car door made Ashley flinch. Sneaking a peek over she was met with Adam's empty stare. "Do you have them?" He asked, flicking his gaze away from hers and towards the phone in her lap.
Realizing he was asking for the coordinates, she dropped her eyes back to her phone and nodded, then read the coordinates to him. Reaching over he punched them into the jeep's gps. Once the computer locked on the location, he threw the jeep into drive and pulled away. In the side mirror, Ashley watched the body of their mystery man grow smaller as they drove, damning him for putting them in this situation. And slightly wishing she died back there with him so she didn't have to put Adam through what was about to come next.