Four Months
By: Montez
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Supernatural, they are property of Eric Kripke.
I am humbly borrowing Ridley James' Brotherhood Characters since they are so fun to play with as well.
A/N: This my attempt at Dean's return and what impact it would have, mainly on Caleb. I may do a few things that may just remain a mystery. I'll try to explain things, but we must remember this is still 'Supernatural' and not everything can be explained. With that said, I hope you enjoy.--Montez
Four months. It had been four months since another large chunk of his heart had been ripped away by evil. There were days he could barely hold it together, that he could barely function. He hadn't missed how his father called him daily now, always checking on him. Mac had been beyond worried that first month. Mac worried he would become reckless, but Caleb had surprised the older man, he had taken a step back, almost withdrawing from hunting. Yes he was still looked upon as the Knight and fulfilled his obligation to the Brotherhood, going out when he was called, but he didn't actively search out his own hunts.
As the second month started Caleb received a call from Bobby, Sam had taken off. Caleb had stayed with Sam at Bobby's place for the first week, but was soon called out to assist on a hunt that took longer than expected; which led to back to back hunts, making it impossible for him to return to Sam. Caleb had worried about the youngest/only Winchester; the fight had seemed to leave him. Caleb asked the seasoned hunter if he had called Mac to inform him of Sam's leaving, they needed to track the kid down. Caleb worried what Sam might do if on his own, not that the kid couldn't take care of himself, but he was now alone and with no back-up if something happened.
As the third month went, Caleb found himself cursing John Winchester. He had undoubtedly passed on his 'flying below the radar' techniques to his youngest as Sam was proving to be nearly impossible to find. If a lead was found, by the time Caleb could get there Sam would already be gone, sometimes by just a few hours. The older hunter had tried to track the younger man psychically, but Sam had gotten very good with his mental blocks. All Caleb could pick up on was that the kid was still alive, but that was about it.
The fourth month started with Caleb realizing he had spent more time at his place in New York over the last four months, than he had over the last sixteen years that he had owned the place. When Caleb was in town he was either at Mac's or Mac was at his place. They both worried about their inability to track down the future Scholar, but they tried to stay optimistic that Sam would find his way back to them.
The evening of September 17th found Caleb at Mac's place. Mac had just returned from the west coast on Brotherhood business, while Caleb had remained in New York, having not been called out to assist in a hunt in a few days. The night gave father and son some time to touch base, to see if either had word on the wayward Winchesters whereabouts. It was around midnight when they returned to Mac's from a late dinner after Caleb had picked his father up at the airport. Mac had gone to put some of his things away as Caleb fixed himself some coffee and his father some tea. Mac entered the kitchen as Caleb finished preparing the tea, handing his father a cup.
"Thank you, Son" Mac took the cup, then watched his son retrieve his own mug before they both sat down at the small island in the kitchen. "You staying here tonight, or are you heading back to your place?" Mac watched as Caleb rubbed his eyes tiredly. He then noticed the younger man's forehead pinch slightly as Caleb rubbed his hand across it. "Are you okay?"
Slowly raising his cup to take a drink Caleb answered, "Yeah, just tired. I think I'll crash here tonight, if it's okay?"
Mac watched as some of his son's color seemed to leave his face, "You know you're always welcome, Son." the Doctor's concern inched up as Caleb closed his eyes tightly, slightly shaking his head, "Caleb?"
Caleb nearly slammed his mug down as a gasp escaped his lips, both hands going to either side of his head, "Dad!" the anguished sound had Mac on his feet next to his son in seconds. Caleb gasped again, trying to stand, Mac grabbed his shoulders as the younger man wavered, leaning heavily against the island. "Dad!…can't…" Caleb tried desperately to pull in air that didn't seem to want to come, "…breathe…" Suddenly Caleb's knees gave out as Mac grabbed for his son, the weight of the younger man taking them both to the floor.
"Caleb!" Mac watched as his son tried to pull in enough air, the pain on Caleb's face was different from a normal vision he had seen his son experience, which made Mac fear this was something else, "Caleb!" As Mac held his gasping son, he felt the younger man start to seize in his arms. Laying his son down, he quickly shoved the stools they had been sitting on out of the way and watched helplessly as his son's body continued to jerk, Caleb's eyes rolling back into his head.
Grabbing the phone Mac quickly dialed 911, "This is Dr. Mackland Ames, I need an ambulance at 1563 Magnolia, Penthouse apartment. My son is having a seizure." Mac watched as Caleb stilled, not listening to the operators response, Mac placed his hand on his son's chest, "Caleb?" Mac watched his own hand for a second, noticing the lack of a rise and fall as it lay on Caleb's chest, "Come on Caleb!" Mac roughly shook his son, their had been a few times his son had stopped breathing during a vision,, but always started again within a minute, however, he had never had a seizure during one. "He's not breathing!" The Doctor shouted into the phone as he dropped it at his side, reaching for his son's neck. The pulse he found was faint, slow, but in the few seconds he held his fingers in place, the thumping stopped, "Nononono, Caleb! Son, come on!" Mackland tilted Caleb's head back and blew in two breaths, checked for a pulse again, still not finding one, he straightened and began compressions, "Come on Son! God, please don't do this…" Leaning down he blew in two more breaths and continued compressions.
"No Caleb, Please!" Mac continued his mantra between breaths. After the fourth set of compressions he checked again for a pulse, still finding none, he started again. Mac didn't register the sound of the paramedics entering the kitchen, the doorman having let them into the penthouse, it wasn't until that doorman pulled Mac away, that he registered the EMT's who were quickly working to revive his son.
Mac watched as the scene before him played like out like a nightmare he couldn't wake from, one EMT inserted a tube down his still son's throat, forcing air into the unmoving chest, while the other started charging the deliberator, doing compressions while the low whine of the machine was heard. "Clear!" The medic called, Mac flinched as his son's body reacted to the current sent through it, "I've got nothing, charging again!" the medic resumed compressions as the machine again charged. "Clear!" the second jolt almost sent Mac to his knees as he whispered, "Caleb!"
"I've got a pulse, let's move him now!" One of the medics prepared the stretcher as the other still forced air into Caleb's chest. Working as the team they were, the paramedics had Caleb loaded and heading toward the elevator within minutes, Mac following behind, the doorman staying close to the distraught father. The ride down the elevator seemed to take forever, Mac found himself running his hand through his son's hair, only just noticing the flakes of gray that were speckling his son's nearly jet black hair. Reaching the lobby, they picked up speed as they rushed toward the ambulance just outside the buildings door.
"I'm coming!" Mac said as he climbed into the back of the rig, leaving no room for argument. With barely a nod, the Medic closed the door, racing toward the driver's seat, with a flip of a switch, lights and sirens were activated as the ambulance pulled into the overnight New York traffic.
A/N: This is story I have been toying with for several months. I know we have already gotten through the fourth season and are all waiting to see what is going to happen next. As this is playing out in the Brotherhood universe I am taking a few liberties with the time line, I'm only using the first episode of season four (Dean's return) in this story. It's still a work in progress, so please let me know if I should continue. I hope I'm keeping with Ridley's standards and that everyone enjoys this. Thanks in advance-Montez