Six Month – Chapter01

Summary: It's a bad day in the life of Dean Winchester

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. All the amazing guy's belongs to Eric Kripke. Caleb also belongs to Ridley C. James and her wonderful creation of The Brotherhood. I don't want to make any profit with this. It's just my imagination ...

Autors notes: This is the first story that I publish. And I know that I suck at the title and the grammar thing.

I tried to find a beta reader. But I wasn't very successful. So, sorry for all the mistakes, especially the grammar. English is not my first language. But I try to get better, I promise.

Everything gone wrong. Dean did his best to get his father and brother back to the car and to their hotel room. He patched both up and laid them down into the beds. Carefully he cleaned their injuries and took care of his family as his cell rang.

„Yeah?" was his answer. „Hey Deuce." „Caleb? What's wrong?" „Nothing. I bore myself to death. Where are you? Want to meet and hit a few skirts?" It was a big excuse because Caleb know that something was wrong with Dean. But he wanted Dean to come around with it by himself. He didn't want to push. But Dean avoided his cue. „I didn't have time. I'm on a hunt with dad. I'll call you when I'm back." „Deuce, where are you?"

With a sigh Dean gave in. He know about his friends abilities and he also knew not to screw up with it. „I'm in Puyallup, Washington. Where are you at the moment?" Dean asked back. „I'm near Salt Lake City. And I'm on my way west. Shall we meet somewhere?" „I can't leave this shitty town. I have something to do here. Maybe we should meet later. I'll call you when I have some down time." „Nah, want to see Johnny. And you, of course. I can be there in a couple of hours. At which hotel you staying?" „We're at the Puyallup Inn. Room 13." Caleb waited for some more information about their health, but nothing came. „Are you okay?" He asked with hesitate. Dean, who knew what his friend was thinking, answered against his gut feeling. „I'm fine." „I'll be there in approximately twelve hours." „Okay, 'til then..." Dean hung up and throw his cell onto the table under the window and then turned back to the two occupied beds. He took the chair and placed it between the two beds and sat down, watching his brother and his father.

His Dad was one problem. He had lost a lot of blood but after Dean had stitched him up he was stable and slept. The real problem was his brother. Sam had hit his head bad and wasn't conscious since then - no bleeding, no dreaming, no babbling. And this silence scared the shit out of Dean. Normally his brother was the sharing-caring-type but he didn't said a word during the last few hours. Instead he got a fever that didn't decrease, all the same which he did.

Dean didn't sleep and eat. The only thing for him to take care of was to watch for his family. He moved from his chair between the two beds only to use the toilet or shower once until he heard the knock on the door. Slowly he got up and opened it only to see his friend Caleb in front of him. „Hey, come in." he told the other men, knowing that he was screwed. So Dean backed up to his chair to look again after his family. Caleb stepped into the room and immediately asked what happened. „Hunt gone south." was the answer he became. „How are they?" „Dad'll be fine. But Sammy didn't wake up." „Since?" „Don't know really. What day is it? But I guess it's twenty four hours by now." „Maybe we should call the meds?" „Yeah." Deans voice was only a susurration. Caleb was alert at the sound of his friend and turned around only to watch him go down. „Dean!" he screamed and lunged forward to catch him from the hard fall to the ground. Gently he lowered him down and checked his friend.

When Dean came around three paramedics worked on his family. Caleb sat at his side and spoke calm words to him. „They are going to be okay. But now you have to get up so we can go to the hospital." Dean didn't hesitate and wanted to get up but he failed without Caleb's help.

An hour later Dean found himself waking up in a hospital bed. He startled to a sitting position when Caleb tried to calm him down. „Easy tiger!" he said. „Please lie down and let me explain." Dean sighed and did what he was told. He stared at his friend, the question after his family clear in his eyes. „Johnny will be fine in a few days. Just a few broken bones, a few more cuts and a light concussion. You did great with him. But... " Caleb paused. „What? What about Sammy?" Dean sat straighter in his bed as Caleb get on. „He has a bad head injury. He's in a medical induced coma at the moment. They bored a hole in his skull to release the pressure that his brain have on his head. It looks like it works and they say that in a few days they would wake him up. Dean released his breath he didn't realized he held. „When can I see them? " Dean asked.

„Dean," Caleb pleaded. „I want you to come with me." „What? What do you mean? "

Caleb sighed: „I called Bobby. He will be here in a few hours. John and Sammy are supposed to sleep at least until that so you can't speak to them until we hit the road. " „What do you mean we hit the road?" „Like I said I want you to come with me. "

Dean looked at his friend like he turned into a ghost. „I ... what? Are you nuts?" Caleb groaned. Nothing's ever easy with a Winchester. He should have known this. So he exhaled and then explained: „Dean, I worry about you. And I want you to come with me to have a rest. "

Dean stared at his friend. „I don't leave Sammy here alone." „Dean, please! It's just a few days. Bobby will be here. And he'll call when something changed. You need to get out of this vicious circle." „What?" „Dean, I've never asked you for something! Please do me the favor. Get out of your bed and in your clothes. Then we hit the road and try to forget what happened. Your dad will be fine, but when he'll wake up he will scream at you because of nothing. And your brother will be fine. And when Sam'll wake up Bobby will be here and get a hold of him. And your dad would be here and yelling at him because of something only John understands. I think you get enough of this stuff lately and you need some downtime. So now get your panties on and come with me, please. We can check on your brother before we leave. "

Dean stared at his friend and protector but didn't take any chances to disagree. He got in his pants and after a short visit at Sammy's he followed Caleb out of the hospital. With a „Dad will kill us both when he find out...! " he climbed in Caleb's car.

After a few hours they arrived at a hotel at the Pacific coast. Caleb checked them in and then went to buy some food and left Dean alone in the hotel room. When he came back with the food, Dean didn't want to eat something what should have been a warning to the young psychic. But he ignored the signs and he ignored it a few days. It's not that he didn't see it but he wanted the other hunter some time for himself. But it didn't really work the way he wanted it.

If Caleb came home from another food-shopping-trip from the nearest burger-shop he couldn't find Dean in the motel room. He looked at his watch and realized that he didn't was gone for long. So he searched in the nearest area for his friend. After some minutes he lost his patience and searched for his friend with his mind. And then he heard it. It was not really a call for help, more an excuse. Caleb felt a prick to his heart and knew instantly that something really was wrong. But he had seen a lot of the surrounding area lately and knew where to find his friend.

When Caleb arrived at the bay where Dean sat the last few days, always lost in his thoughts, he couldn't trust his eyes. „Deuce, what have you done? " Caleb came to a halt in front of his friend and get in the scene. Dean sat at a bench, wrists in his lap bleeding freely and the bloody knife at the ground. „What did you do? " He grabbed his friend's face in his hands and turned his head so that Dean had to look him in the eyes. Caleb almost screamed: „What did you do? " Dean looked at his friend. „I'm … sorry. It's better this … way." he slurred before he lost consciousness.

TBC