Chapter 2:

Dean slept through the night and well into the next day before Caleb decided enough was enough. He needed to find a way to fix this, he wasn't gonna sit around until Dean retreated into himself again.

"Hey Dean, C'mon time to wake up." Caleb tapped Dean's leg, and his eyes opened into slits looking blearily around the room. "I'll put the coffee on, meet me in the kitchen in five." Dean nodded. Caleb walked out of the bedroom and turned the coffee pot on and pulled some eggs and bacon out of the fridge, good thing he had actually gone grocery shopping a few days earlier. Caleb was starting the eggs and bacon when Dean walked into the room wearing the same jeans he was wearing the night before, but he had changed out of the bloody t-shirt he had been wearing and was now wearing a black AC/DC shirt. Caleb passed Dean a cup of coffee, which Dean took and sat down at the table. Caleb sat down across from him and watched Dean mechanically bring the cup to his lips and put it back down. It was a quiet morning; Caleb wasn't sure how to handle this situation. He didn't want to push Dean, but he needed to know what was going on. Caleb asked questions every once in awhile, and he would either get a nod or a quiet voice that he could here in his head, other then that Dean barely looked at him and made no other effort to communicate. Around noon the buzzer went off and Caleb went over to answer it.

"Reaves."

"It's Mac." Caleb swore under his breath, he forgot that his Dad was supposed to be dropping by today.

"C'mon up Dad." Caleb buzzed him in and went back over to Dean. "Hey Deuce, that was Mac, I am just gonna go meet him in the hallway I'll be right back okay?" Dean nodded and Caleb went out the door and waited by the elevator. When Mackland stepped out of the elevator he was surprised to see his son standing in the hallway.

"You know Caleb, I can find my way to your door by myself." Mac said.

"Have you talked to John?"

"Uhhh… no, not in a couple weeks what's going on?"

"Sam left for Stanford a few days ago, John didn't take it well, and told him not to come back." Mac was shocked, he knew John wasn't crazy about the idea of either of his boys living in the normal world, but he never thought John would kick his son out.

"Jesus… that man's an idiot. How do you know all this? Have you talked to Sam?"

"No, Deuce is inside, he showed up last night. Sam hasn't called him since he left, and he isn't taking it too well."

"Well of course he isn't Caleb, he has always taken care of his brother, and they have never exactly spent much time apart."

"No Dad, you don't understand. He is playing the quiet game with me. He talked to me a little last night, but he hasn't said a word this morning."

"You mean like when he was a kid?"

"Yeah… I'm scared Dad."

"It'll be okay Caleb, we'll get through this, just like we did last time." Caleb nodded.

"C'mon lets go in, he has a pretty bad cut on his side that I want you to take a look at." Mackland followed Caleb into the apartment and into the kitchen where Dean was sitting staring at the wall.

"Hello Dean." Dean jumped, and looked at Mackland. He sat up a little straighter and cleared his throat.

"Hi." He said quietly. Mackland looked at the man sadly. Dean may have been a quiet kid, but as an adult it was hard to get him to shut his mouth. This sudden turn around was terrifying to Mackland, how could he have reverted this much in such little time.

"I heard you got yourself an injury, mind if I take a look? I trust Caleb in a pinch, but he isn't exactly a doctor either." Dean smiled sadly and nodded his head. He stood up and removed his shirt, which wasn't easy due to the place the wound was sitting. Mackland peeled back the gauze and checked the wound, Caleb had done a good job and it seemed like they might avoid an infection, but it was deep and would definitely leave a nasty scar. Mackland bandaged it back up and gave Dean back his t shirt. Dean walked out of the room and went into the bathroom leaving Mackland and Caleb standing awkwardly in the kitchen not knowing what to do next.

"What do we do here Dad?" Mackland sighed.

"I am not sure Caleb, but for now, I need to call John and find out what the hell he was thinking."

"Alright, let him know that if I can't pull Deuce out of this, I hold him personally responsible" Mac smirked, and nodded his head, and walked into Caleb's office to so he could call his friend. The phone rang for awhile and Mackland that John wasn't gonna pick up, but then he heard a voice on the other end.

"Mac?" John said.

"Hello John, where are you?"

"Just outside New York, why?"

"I'm at Caleb's, and Dean's here." John sighed.

"Is he okay?"

"Well that depends, do you want to know if he is okay? Or are you asking if he is Winchester definition okay?"

"Mac, don't start with me okay? I don't need it right now."

"He's alive, Caleb stitched him up. What the hell happened?"

"Bad hunt, people get hurt."

"Don't play dumb with me Winchester. I get to Caleb's, Dean is here with an injury, and he is playing the quiet game because Sam took off."

"Sam made his choice, he walked away from me and his brother, and don't worry about Dean, he is strong and he will be fine, he is just processing."

"Sam wanted to go to school, that wasn't a crime that deserves the punishment of being told he can't ever some home, and you aren't listening to me John, Dean is retreating inside himself, just like he did when he was a kid. So I don't care how bad your feelings are hurt, get your sorry ass down here and help the one son you have left that you haven't driven away."

"You are really Mackland."

"I am only getting to you because you know it's the truth, let me know when you get here." Mackland hung up his phone and then decided to make one more phone call, nobody answered so he left a message.

"Hello Samuel it's Mackland, I hope you made it safely to California and I know you are going to do great at Stanford." Mackland paused to wipe his eyes. "Listen, we are all so proud of you, and I don't want you to ever forget that. You will always have family waiting for you when you need us, you just have to call, and we will be there, no matter what you need. If you want to make a clean cut I completely, but at least call your brother Samuel, your father can be an ass, I know he can, but Dean has nothing to with it. Take care son. Good luck."