Vision
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: Again borrowing the wonderful characters created by Eric Kirpke from the original Supernatural series and also using the wonderful characters created in the Brotherhood AU by Ridley.

A/N: I wanted to take a moment and let you know I am going to be borrowing a few 'memories' from other authors. Williamson Scott, Sensue, Ridley, and Tidia to name a few, you will recognize your works. There are many exceptional stories inside the Brotherhood AU and many have stuck with me and I hope if I am 'borrowing' parts of your stories that you don't mind and know that your writings have had that great of an impact on me, thus helping me to add background to my story. I appreciate all the support I have gotten on previous stories; you have no idea what it means when so many enjoy what I write. I want to THANK everyone in advance for your time and support. This is still a work in progress and I plan on taking my time to get it right, so please be patient, I hope to update regularly.--Montez

A/N Part 2: Okay I think I've got my mind back in the game with this story, thanks to those who have stuck it out with me. I've revised (slightly) chapters 1 and 2, I think I have them how I want them and I have finally been able to pick-up from the spot I got stuck on-it is still a work in progress along with my other story 'It only takes a second', I'm trying to write them in tandem(what am I thinking?) I hope to post every few days with this one, but it is finally back on track. Again thanks for your patients and encouragement. So here we go!--Montez

His first vision was when he was ten, but he didn't know that was what the horrible dream was, even after his grandmother died a few days later, just like she had in his dream. At twelve he thought he was going crazy when he 'witnessed' the murder-suicide of his foster parents of only two day. But it was that tragic event that had led Dr. Mackland Ames and Pastor Jim Murphy to the Psychiatric Hospital a family court judge had sent him to, mistakenly thinking the pre-teen was having a mental break. It was after a doctor at said hospital had drugged him to a near comatose state that Dr. Ames stepped in; first taking over the medical care of the young boy, then soon taking the child into his home as a foster child, then as his adopted son.

Mac was the one who helped explain to Caleb that what he was experiencing were 'visions' of possible future events. The Doctor explained that sometimes they were events that could be avoided by the intervention of others, but sometimes, unfortunately they were to play out in the all there horrific glory, only allowing Caleb to be a spectator in what was happening, having no power to stop it.

Breathing heavily, trying to fight the nausea he felt rising as he remained face down in the carpet of his dorm room at Auburn, Caleb was praying this was one vision he could stop. It had been a while since a vision had struck him and it had never happened since he had left New York for college in Alabama. But as he barely heard a key turning in the door to the room he shared with Oliver 'Moose' Havers, a player for the Auburn football team, Caleb tried to push his shaking self up, his head spinning and pounding all at the same time. He failed miserable as his friend rushed forward, catching him before he took a header into the wall near the beds.

"Whoa man…" Moose had walked into the room, getting back from a date with his latest girlfriend, just in time to catch the rapid decent of his roommate. Easing Caleb into a sitting position against the wall, he tried to get the smaller man to look at him. "Caleb, man, look at me. You okay?"

Caleb could feel someone grab him as he got to his feet, then feeling himself fall again. Next thing he realized was the large football player kneeling in front of him; Caleb could see his mouth moving, but didn't understand what he was saying. Bring his hands to cover his eyes the psychic couldn't remember a vision ever having this strong of an effect on him. "CALEB!" He felt Moose shake him slightly as sound was finally starting to return, along with it the echo of the gunshot and the blossoming of blood that showed on the shirt of the victim from his vision. Fighting against Moose, Caleb tried to crawl his way to the phone, on the table near his bed.

Moose again tired to get his friend to respond and even thought about calling an ambulance, not sure if his friend had taken something or been slipped something, since the worst he had ever seen Caleb do was Tequila. Finally Moose could make out the mumbled words coming from Caleb, "Phone…the phone…" Moose backed up a little as Caleb pushed past him, crawling to the bedside table, just as the phone started to ring.

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"Come on, that's enough for tonight." John could feel the man pulling at his arm; literally dragging him from the bar he had made his home for the last few hours. The boys were safe at Jim's farm in New Haven and John needed to get away, Mary's birthday as been two days ago and at the time he had been knee deep in a hunt, literally, in the swamps of Florida and honestly at this point he couldn't remember what he had been hunting, only that he needed to get it done and get to Kentucky.

He had never missed one of his beloved wife's birthdays since that first year. Fortunately he had met Pastor Jim a few months before and had a safe place to drop his then five-year old and one-year old off, as he went on a three day bender that landed him in jail for two days until Jim was finally able to locate him. It was after that Jim made John swear that he would bring the boys to the farm if the grieving widower felt the need to 'drown his sorrows' again, and every year since John had shown up at Jim's with the boys and every year since Jim had John shadowed the whole time he was gone, not wanting the younger man jailed again, or worse, if his temper got the best of him.

"Damnit, get off me…" John slurred slightly as he attempted to fight the stronger grip of the man pulling him across the parking lot. "I wasn't done yet…"

"Thank God it's only once a year you get wasted or you wouldn't be of any use to anyone, especially your boys." the muffled voice spoke with the calmness that betrayed what it's owner really wanted to do and that was to beat some sense into John Winchester. Mac could understand the younger man's grief, but not how wasting three days of your life at the bottom of a bottle when you had two children worrying about you made any sense.

John's finger headed toward the other man's face, "Don't you tell me what to do…with my boys…you don't know what I've been through…" John was getting angry, deep down he knew it wasn't at his friend or even the fact that Mac had stopped him from making a foolish bet at the pool table. John was angry at the thing that had taken his wife all those years ago, robbing them both of the numerous birthdays, anniversaries and holidays that were stolen that night in November.

"They won't be your boys for long if you drink yourself into the grave, or get yourself killed making a foolish bet you can't cover." The seriousness some how filtered through the semi-drunken haze that encircled John Winchester as he was leaned up against the passenger side of the Impala.

However, it was a shout from the direction of the bar that drew both men's attention from their attempt to get into the car. "WHERE THE HELL YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING! THAT SON OF A BITCH OWES ME A THOUSAND BUCKS!"

Mac responded as John seemed to be finally understanding that someone had followed them out, "The game was never finished, my friend was is in no shape to have been making that bet, you still have your money, so why don't we just forget about it and call it a night gentlemen." the first man had been followed by several of his buddies from inside the bar.

"Nawh, I think I want the thousand I would have won if we had finished before you so rudely interrupted our game." The pool player looked at his friends grinning, as he mocked Mac's attempt at politeness, they all laughed and nodded in agreement.

The situation was quickly spiraling out of control as John finally understood that there were way more potential threats then he or Mac were ready to handle. "Maybe another night." John heard his friend respond as he turned to open the car door.

The next thing happened so fast that John would later have no idea exactly how it went down, but he could recall the man from the bar shouting again, with a threatening tone, John looked up just as Mac turned in response only for the loud echo of a gunshot to ring out over the parking lot. John stood wide-eyed a moment before pulling the weapon that was always at his back, when the men from the bar saw that they scattered. Within moments John and Mac were standing alone in the parking lot, the echo fading quickly.

John wasn't sure if it was the sound of the shot or the shocked expression on Mac's face that sobered him up, but he would always remember watching the dark crimson spot that was slowly spreading across the chest of Mac's blue polo shirt. "MAC?" John stepped up in front of his friend as their eye's locked and Mac's knees gave out, John just barely able to catch him, "SOMEBODY HELP!!!!I NEED SOME HELP OUT HERE!!!"

John's attention turned back to his friend as he heard people coming from the bar, alerted by the gunshot and John's yelling. "Mac?" the Doctor's eyes were looking at John, seemingly unsure of what just happened.

"John? What happened?" Mac whispered as he coughed a little, blood bubbling up in his throat, spewing onto John's jacket as he coughed again.

John eased Mac down, pulling at the doctor's shirt as someone handed him, what he assumed was a towel from the bar, "Ambulance is on the way", John heard a voice say as he kept eye contact with Mac.

"Just take it easy Mac, helps coming…" He pressed the towel onto the wound, causing Mac to inhale sharply which set off a new round of coughing from the hunter.

"Hurts…" Mac whispered.

"I know Buddy, just hang on helps coming." John tried to reassure, but wasn't liking the labored sound of Mac's breathing.

Suddenly Mac's eyes got wide and he started looking around frantically, "Where's Caleb? Is he okay?"

John could see the pleading in friend's eyes, fearful for his son, "Mac, Caleb's in Alabama at school, remember, he's okay."

The older man's eyes drooped at the reassurance that his son was safe, "Take care of him…watch out for him." Mac whispered weakly, coughing as he tried to drag in another breath.

The sound of the ambulance could finally be heard approaching, "You're gonna take care of him Mac, he needs his dad, so you hold on you hear me?" John could feel fear flair inside as he watched Mac blink slowly, then watched as the older man's eyes slid shut just at the ambulance reached the parking lot.

"MAC!" John shouted, shaking his friend, "MAC!"