Chapter 2:
Sam fell asleep in Dean's bed that night, and in any other situation Caleb would have tortured them both mercilessly for acting like girls, but this was different. Any situations that involved their mom's or what had killed them were different, because it ate at their souls. Sam was quiet and spacy the next morning and was scribbling on a pad of paper that was sitting on the table. Dean was watching his younger brother closely; Sam was trying to make sense of all that had happened the night before, and all Caleb could think about was Dean as a kid, when he wouldn't talk to anyone, and he lived in a world of silence.
"I'm gonna go find something to eat lunch, you gonna be okay Sammy?" Sam nodded but avoided eye contact. "Okay, Caleb watch my brother okay?"
"Sure." Caleb said. Dean went out the front door and Sam seemed to deflate, and he stopped scribbling on the paper. "You okay Sammy?" Sam looked up at Caleb, but he still look spaced out.
"I have a headache." Sam whispered.
"Do you want some Tylenol or something?" Sam shook his head.
"No, but I need you to tell me the truth about something." Caleb sat down across the table from Sam.
"What do you need to know kid?" Sam flipped the paper around towards Caleb, it was a drawing of a beach house that Caleb recognized, it was the house where his parents died, where a yellow eyed demon killed his family, the same demon who's blood ran through Caleb's veins.
"This is where your parents died right? In this house?"
"Yes."
"It was a demon, with yellow eyes."
"Sam, why do you know all of this?"
"Caleb, does the Brotherhood know that our parents were killed by the Sam thing?" Caleb looked at the teenager in front of him, and he didn't have the heart to lie to the kid when he was obviously struggling.
"They have been looking into that yes, they believe it is a strong possibility…"
"So all of this, The Brotherhood, me, you and Dean, this is all starting to feel like some stupid master plan of a demon…"
"Sam-"
"No, I know, the blood in your veins, what it is… and on one side I have to believe that your just Caleb, and you aren't evil because that's what I have always been told, but then there is this other side of me that is struggling with the fact that the blood in your veins is the same as the evil son of a bitch who killed my mother and destroyed my family."
"Sammy please, I understand how hard this is for you, but don't hate me, you're my family I cant live with that." Sam smiled at Caleb.
"I don't hate you for it Caleb, if anything its made me realize why I feel so…" Caleb frowned and watched Sam.
"So what Sam?"
"So unclean…"
"Why would you feel unclean?"
"I don't know what he did to me in that room Caleb, but he did something, cause that dream felt so real, and I remember feeling different after, and I never realized that I felt different then I should. Like maybe I'm not entirely human…"
"Sam stop."
"Why? My mom died in my room over my crib, there was a demon in my room, you must have thought at least once that he was there for me." It was true, the Brotherhood had thought about that, and they knew what Sam didn't, that his undeveloped psychic abilities might have drawn the demon to him. Caleb moved and crouched down in front of Sam
"Okay Sammy, I need you to listen to me okay? I don't know what happened that night, none of us know for sure what happened, but no matter what none of it was your fault. We all were affected by something distinctly evil, and it marked all of us in someway, and it is possible that the demon did something to you I don't know, but what I do know is you are not unclean. I am the last of a bloodline of demon tainted humans, I know what it feels like to think its your fault that something evil happened, but you cannot let this beat you. Your mom died to protect you, she is your blood, believe in that, not in something that may or may not be true. It only matters what you choose to be."
"Okay Caleb, okay." Sam and Caleb sat in silence for a minute before Caleb spoke again.
"And Sam, one more thing?"
"Whats that?"
"Any chance you can stop being an ass to your brother? He is doing the best he can." Sam laughed.
"I know he is, and I owe him an apology. Are these dreams going to go away?"
"Honestly, I don't know, we will just have to wait and see.