For Love and Friendship

By Montez

Disclaimer: I, in no way own anything related to Supernatural other than what I can buy at the story. All rights belong to Eric Kripke. I am respectively using Ridley James' Brotherhood characters; they are just so fun to play with.

A/N: I have pulled a few tid-bits about Mackland Ames's background from different stories. I have wondered about his back story since I feel in love with the Brotherhood Series and wanted to try and write what I thought may have happened. This doesn't fit into any of Ridley or Tidia's stories that I'm aware of and I hope they don't mind that I attempted this story. I have fallen in love with the character of Mac as much as I have Caleb and just wanted to add more to the man. Hope it's worthy. Thank you all in advance-Montez

Chapter 1

Cullen Ames was a very powerful and very wealthy man. As the owner, president and CEO of a multi-million dollar company with connections all over the world, the man was comfortable in his position. He was a widower of nearly 30 years and the father of one of the youngest neurosurgeons in the country; Dr. Mackland Ames.

Cullen was proud of his son, the boy was nothing if not driven, he was an exceptional child who graduated high school at 16 then entered college, initially working on a business degree. However during his second year the younger Ames changed his major and started Pre-Med. Cullen had been very upset with his son's choice and had even threatened to disown the boy, he had wanted someone to take over his business one day. Once getting over the disappointment of his son's decision the elder Ames watched as his son effortlessly moved through Medical School, quickly making a name for himself before he even graduated. Mackland's field of expertise was Neurosurgery. But with his son's accomplishments Cullen also watched as the boy became arrogant. Much to Cullen's dismay Mackland seemed to take on a persona that because he was one of the youngest and brightest in his field that everyone should be in awe of him.

This was not how Cullen had raised his son, at least it wasn't meant to be. Mackland's mother; Anna had died shortly after Mackland's birth. Cullen was so lost in his grief that he had relegated the child's care to one of his long time employee's; Arthur. Though Cullen had been there for all the important aspects of his son's life, he was not a hand's on father, so Arthur had raised the boy.

But for all his money and power; for all his son's prestige and recognition, the Ames men's world feel apart on a beautiful November day in 1976. It was a Wednesday as Cullen was going over documents pertaining to a contract with a company he held interest in overseas when the direct line into his office rang. Any business calls were filtered through his secretary staff and usually relegated to one of the co-vice presidents of the company, Cullen would only become involved when an acquisition was made or a contract needed to be finalized. There were only a few people who had access to the direct line into his office and as he reached for the phone his mind tried to remember who they were.

"This is Cullen Ames, with whom an I speaking?" Cullen waited as he heard paper shuffling in the back ground.

"Yes, Mr. Ames, this is Huntington Memorial Hospital in New York, are you the father of Dr. Mackland Ames?" The young woman's voice on the other end gave no indication that this call was anything other than a typical phone call, but Cullen instantly felt sick to his stomach.

"Yes I am, is something wrong? Why is Mackland not calling me himself?" The older man didn't want the answer; surely something hadn't happened to his son.

"Mr. Ames, would it be possible for you to come to the hospital? Dr. Ames was involved in a serious automobile accident."

"Oh God, Please, Is he all right? Please don't tell me…" Cullen's voice trailed off, his eye's searching out the photo of his son and himself at Mackland's Medical School Graduation.

"Sir, Dr. Ames is currently in surgery, I'm told his condition is very serious. I'm afraid that is all the information I can give you at this time that is why we are requesting you to come here. Will you be able to make it?" The woman's tone sounded more sympathetic.

It took a moment for Cullen to gather his thoughts, "Yes…Yes I'll be there as soon as possible, I'm in Washington, but I will be there within the next couple of hours. Please if there is any more information call my office, they will be able to relay a message to me while I'm in route." With that the distraught father hung up and pushed the button to summon his secretary.

"Yes, Mr. Ames?" Mary asked as she entered the room. Taking in her employer's appearance she quickly came to his desk, "Sir, are you all right?" the pale, shaken look was not one normally seen on the man before her.

"Mary, I need you to call the airport, have David get the jet ready and have them send a helicopter to meet me on the roof. I'll also need a car ready at Kennedy in New York." Cullen's eyes had not met the young woman's

"Sir?" She became more concerned by the man's shaky voice and actually stepped closer to the desk when he looked up and she was met with a devastated, tear-filled gaze.

"Please, Mary... It's Mackland. Please make the calls." She nodded and quickly left the room. Cullen held his head in his hands as he tried to process what was happening. He took the photo in his hand that his eyes had searched out while he was on the phone. Tear's feel down the older man's cheek as he ran his hand over the image of his son's smiling face. His dark hair and gray eye's looked so much like his mothers; the dimples in his smile were all Ames though. Cullen sent up a silent prayer for God to keep his son alive and to safely get him to New York, to his son. Grabbing his coat, the elder Ames quickly headed to the elevator that would take him to the roof to meet the chopper, which would take him closer to his son.