Ch. 1

Empty Chairs at Empty Tables

First of all I want to thank Ridely for creating the wonderful Brotherhood universe and allowing me to play in it. I promise to put everyone back nice and neat when I get through with them. I only hope that I can do the characters the justice that they deserve.

This story as been running on a loop through my head for the past week making it near impossible for me to concentrate on anything else since I have a butt load of assignments to complete I hope putting this out there will help.

I don't own the Brotherhood and I sure don't own Supernatural. I'm just a poor college student.

The title is from a song from the musical "Les Miserables" Which I don't own.

There is a great Supernatural video on Youtube by Psychocynic1231 using this song. If you check it out you might want to make sure you have a tissue.

Last thing I promise then I'll shut up. Please let me know what you think and if I should continue. All mistakes are mine but please let know if anyone would like to beta for me.

You don't die from a broken heart you only wish you did…

Marilyn Peterson

Caleb Reaves heart was pounding in his chest like a caged animal trying to escape. His breath was coming in short gasps as he ran up the steps to Pastor Jim Murphy's church.

'Please God don't let it be too late.' Caleb prayed as he burst through the doors of the church. The church was empty as Caleb visually scanned the sanctuary. Reaching out psychically Caleb prayed he would be able to connect with the older man. All Caleb felt was a cold emptiness where there was once a feeling of overwhelming of love and protection.

Caleb walked slowly towards were the pastor kept his secret store of weapons in the church. The knot in his throat threatened to choke him the closer he got to the room. The world swayed and black dots danced in front of Caleb's eyes when he reached the door and found it standing wide open.

"Jim?" Oh God had that weak ass squeak really come from him Caleb wondered as he cleared his throat and called down the stairs again. "Man up you pansy ass," Caleb said, aloud the silence was unnerving him. 'Man wouldn't Deuce just be laughing his ass off at this. Come on Reaves just suck it up and go down the steps.' You already know what you're going to find taunted the little voice in Caleb's head.

Closing his eyes Caleb took several deep calming breaths before he started down the stairs. With each step Caleb took his chest constricted a little more. After what felt like an eternity he reached the bottom. Caleb didn't know how long he stood frozen at the bottom of the stairs. The sight in front of Caleb was to horrible for his mind to process. Jim Murphy lay on the floor his throat slit from ear to ear. A lake of blood had formed around Murphy's head soaking into his silver hair and clothing.

Two long strides brought Reaves to the pastors' side. Kneeling down beside the body Caleb didn't feel the blood soaking into the knees of his jeans as he lifted his friends head and shoulders on to his lap.

"God Jim you're a mess." Caleb ran a hand through his friends silver hair. "It's ok I'll take care of it. Don't you worry about it. We can't leave you alone for a minute without you getting into trouble." Caleb continued to stroke Jim's hair and talk to him until the ringing of his cell phone startled him. Sticking an oddly steady hand into his pocket Caleb pulled out his cell phone. He glanced quickly at the caller id before answering his phone.

"Hey dad."

"Caleb are you ok son?" Mackland Ames had finally given into the uneasy feeling that had been growing in his stomach over the last couple of hours and called his son.

"I'm fine dad."

Mac's concern shot up another notch at the unfamiliar tone in his sons' voice.

"Where are you son?"

"Jim's church."

"Let me talk to Jim."

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"Jim's dead."

The silence lasted so long that Caleb thought that the signal had been lost or maybe his dad had hung up. Caleb was about to hang up when his father responded.

"How?"

"That demon bitch Meg slit his throat. I had a vision but I didn't get here in time."

Now Mackland understood why Caleb sounded so strange he was in shock. Mac needed to find out if Caleb was injured. Mac's mind was racing trying to think of the closest hunter that could get to Caleb if he was hurt.

"Son are you hurt?"

"No"

"Are you sure?"

"She was gone by the time I got here I'm not hurt."

"Caleb listen carefully to me you have to get out of there. Do you have a motel room?"

"No I came straight here from the airport. Dad I'm not leaving I have to take care of Jim."

"Son listen you're not thinking clearly. I'm catching the first plane out you need to find a motel room lay low and try to rest. I'll call you when I get there I'll swing by the motel and pick you up then we can take care of Jim together."

"Dad I know you think I'm in shock. But I'm ok really. This is something I need to do myself."

"Caleb you can't do that by yourself it's to much to ask of one person. Please don't fight me on this."

"Dad, Jim wouldn't want you to see him like this and neither do I."

"Son Jim wouldn't want you to bare this burden by yourself."

"Dad Jim saved my life and he introduced me to the most important people in my life. I owe him more than I can every repay please let me do this one last thing for him."

"Caleb we both owe him more than we could ever repay. But repayment isn't what Jim wanted all he wanted was for his family to be safe. He wouldn't want you to do this by yourself." Mac's voice was cracking with emotion.

Caleb sighed deeply he wasn't sure how he was going to convince his dad this was something he had to do by himself.

"Caleb are you still with me son?"

"Yeah dad please I can't explain it I just know this is something I have to do myself."

Mackland knew this wasn't a fight he was going to win. By the time he got to Blue Earth Caleb would already have Jim cleaned up and ready for the funeral pyre.

"I don't like this son I think it's a bad idea but I want try and stop you if this is something you really feel you have to do."

"Thank you dad."

"I promise" There were so many things Caleb wanted to tell his dad but he just didn't know how. "I should probably go I need to call John."

"I can do that."

"Naw I got it covered."

"Caleb please be careful."

"I always am."

"That's what worries me. I love you son."

"Ditto I'll see you soon Mac bye." Caleb hung up the phone and sat down on the floor by Jim's body. "I'm so sorry Jim you deserved so much better than this. " Caleb stared at the phone clutched in his hand. 'Why didn't I take Mac up on his offer to call John' Sighing resolutely Caleb hit the speed dial on his phone and prayed John would pick up. Dean had called Caleb a few days ago and told him that he and Sam had found their dad and that they were working on a hunt together. Three rings later a voice growled "Winchester" into the phone.

The phone call went about the way Caleb had expected it to John listened to what he said growled an obscenity into the phone and hung up.

Caleb sat on the hard floor cold thinking through what he was going to have to do. First of all he'd have to wait until night fall he was covered with the pastors blood he couldn't risk anyone seeing him come out of the church. Then he would have to find somewhere inconspicuous to change his clothes. Caleb was glad he had taken time to rent a car otherwise he would have a hard time getting Jim's body out of the church. As it was he was going to have to find something to wrap the body in. Caleb decided to rent a hotel room to clean Jim's body up in. The thought of going to the farm was just to painful right now. 'I need to call one of the neighbors to make sure that the dogs and other animals are fed. I'll just tell them that Jim was called out of town suddenly a family emergency. Eventually we'll have to come up with a story about what happened to Jim.'