Mackland Ames-the Scholar
Part one
Disclaimer: Still don't own them, but a girl can dream. Winchester's created by Kripke. Brotherhood characters created by Ridley.
A/N: This is may be a one-shot, depends on how it goes over. This is Mac's POV from Ridley's story 'Still Unbroken'. As I mentioned I don't know if I'll continue to include what happened once the boys reached the farm or when Caleb disappeared then was found. Let me know what you guys think, should try and continue?-Montez
I had just hung up the phone; another possible source to how we could try and stop the end of the world had just fallen through. 'Stopping the end of the world', that sounded so ridicules, like the plot to another disaster movie, but as unreal as it seemed that is exactly where we were finding ourselves. Now more than ever I missed my brothers; Jim and John. Not just for their status in the Brotherhood, though the Guardian's wisdom and the Knight's single-mindedness would be much welcomed. It was just the need to have someone to tell me I'm doing the right thing, that focusing on the larger picture was the way to go. As the Scholar my role had almost always been research, but with the death of my friends and two-thirds of my Triad, I had been thrust into the controls of an organization that was so much bigger than one man.
As the days became darker, after the deaths of Jim and John, I never dreamed we would have to face what we have over the last three years. Sam's death and resurrection at the overwhelming price of Dean's soul. The year-long fight to try and find a way to break the deal the future Guardian had made. Nearly losing Joshua to the demon Ruby as she helped the Demon Meg/Rose, the very demon that had stolen Jim from us, set a trap for the future Triad. Having to watch as Sam and Caleb tried everything they could think of, including tapping in the darker sides of their psychic abilities, only to return to the farm the morning after Dean's deal was due to find both boys clinging to the shredded corpse of their brother, a boy that was as much my son as he was John's.
The four months that followed had been terrible, as Sam and Caleb lost themselves into the world of hunting, drawing unwanted attention to the future Scholar and Knight as they threw themselves into the fight against evil with a reckless abandonment that had me fearful for their own souls. Then the miraculous return of Dean from the pits of Hell, by none other than an Angel from God, Castiel. Who seems to have become the only Heavenly ally we now have in this fight between good and evil. Then the revelation that the Archangel Michael was trying to claim Dean as his vessel in order to fight Lucifer in the final battle. Then if that wasn't bad enough, Lucifer was after Sam for his vessel, with Caleb desperately trying to save both brothers from their supposed Angelic, cosmic fate.
I've been worried about my son lately, I've always worried, but as the time draws near that I feel I should step aside and allow the next Triad to take shape, I worry that I am putting too much on his shoulders especially. He has always felt it was his place to protect Dean, even before any of the boys knew of their future positions, but with the added threats coming from all sides I can see the strain on him. It nearly destroyed Caleb when Dean was dragged to hell, in all the years my son has been with me, it was the only time I found myself not only afraid for him, but at times, I hate to admit, afraid of him. The darkness that overtook him in those four months, the darkness the emanated from Sam as well, it was like nothing I had ever though possible to come from the boys I loved. I believe, if Dean hadn't been returned to us when he was, the two boys would have self-destructed.
But why am I thinking of the past? The present and future are what is at stake now and as time goes I want to hold out hope that we can stop this, but as our options dwindle, I feel we are being forced into a standoff in which none of us are going to come out the winners. As I sit, allowing myself a few moments of self-pity I hear Silas's phone ring in the next room. Little did the man know when it was decided that he, along with a few chosen hunters, would become my 'protection detail' that he would have to field calls when hunters were trying to get a hold of me. I had always prided myself at being available to whomever needed to speak with me, but times change and with the battle raging around us, I had to focus my attention on more important matters.
However, as I look up at Silas when he walks into the room, phone in hand, my gut starts shouting something's wrong. My world seemed to slow down as the younger hunter spoke, "It's Sam Winchester, he said it's important."
Standing I take the couple steps, closing the distance between myself and the other man. The boys know that we have set times to contact each other, so they wouldn't have to worry if they couldn't get a hold of me or I them. Not knowing what to expect I took a deep-breath as I removed the phone from Silas hand, the other man leaving the room, giving me privacy. "Sam, is everything all right?"
The silence from the other end was never a good sign; I could hear the younger man talking to who I could only hope was Dean in the background, "Sam?"
"Sorry, Mac…" I heard Sam's voice directed toward me a moment only for muffled words being spoken to someone else in the background, 'find out where he's at so I can tell Mac', again Sam's voice was louder, "Mac?"
"I'm here Sam, I'm sorry to be abrupt, but I have a few other things going on at the moment, did you boys find out something?" I hated taking a short tone with any of the boys when they called, but that is why we had certain times we called each other, so we could catch up then.
However, it was the next words out of Sam mouth that brought my world to a screeching halt. "Mac something's happened to Caleb"
I felt myself sit heavily in the chair behind me; it was almost as if my mind had shut down a moment as it tried to process the words that had just come through the phone. My mind wanted to tell me, that Sam was mistaken, Caleb was fine. I had just talked to him two days ago; he and Joshua were in California meeting with Victor the former Scholar. If something had happened, Joshua would have been calling me, not Sam.
"Mac? Are you there?" Sam's voice brought me back to reality.
"Caleb? What do you mean something's happened? He's in California with Joshua." My thoughts were finally catching up as I waited to an explanation.
"Mac, Caleb's in Texas, he was meeting up with Ethan to return his truck. Look Mac, Dean is on the phone with Ethan now, all we know is that Caleb is in Dallas General. Ethan is saying that there was a hit and run outside his precinct and Caleb was hurt. He's telling us that other than a concussion and some superficial wounds that Caleb's okay, but they are running some more tests, but he's not telling us why."
Running my hand over my face, I blow out a deep-breath; okay my son is still alive. "You said Dallas General right?" I was quickly writing the information down, I would call the hospital as soon as I hung up from Sam to find out what was going on and hopefully speak with Caleb.
"Yeah, look Dean and me are heading there now. Ethan and Elijah are staying in place until we arrive." Sam answered as I heard him moving around in the background, no doubt preparing to head for Texas.
"Where are you boys?" I asked. I needed to find out about Caleb, but I also knew Dean would stop at nothing to get to his best friend.
"We're in Arkansas; we should be there by morning." Sam answered as I heard a door close.
"Okay, I'll call you if I find out anything before you boys get there, just be careful." A quick 'okay and bye' was heard as Sam disconnected the call.
I sat the phone on the table before me and put my head in my hands a moment. I needed to clear my head and gather my thoughts. I heard a light knock on the door and looked up as Silas stepped into the room, "Is everything all right?"
Standing I handed the younger man his phone back, "I need you to call the airport, I need a flight to Dallas as soon as possible, Caleb's been hurt." Concern flashed across the hunter's face as he nodded then again left the room. I walked over to the desk and picked up the phone, calling information for the number to Dallas General.