Vision
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: see chapter 1

"What have I done?" John whispered as he watched Caleb storm away from him, followed by a stranger.

"He's hurting Jonathon, he's scared and he's hurting, we both know those are two emotions that he's never handled well, and Mackland is usually the only one who could calm him when he's like this." Jim turned from staring after the young hunter, to look at the older one. "He needs time to process what's happening."

John looked at Jim, defeat in his expression, "He's right, it's my fault Mac's fighting for his life right now, it should have been me." Without waiting for a response from Jim, John turned and headed toward the elevators.

Jim watched him go, he then turned and looked in the direction Caleb had disappeared, running an exhausted hand over his face, he walked over and sat on the couch beside Dean and Sammy. "Is Caleb going to kill Dad?" Sammy's voice asked quietly. He couldn't ever remember seeing Caleb as angry as he had been when he hit John.

Jim pulled the smaller boy to him, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder as the twelve-year old looked between the two directions his family had gone. "No Sammy, Caleb's just upset and scared. He's not thinking clearly, he will calm down soon."

Dean remained silent; he could understand some of Caleb's anger, hell he was pissed at his father as well. He had been mad at him long before Mac got hurt. Over the last few years Dean had come to realize why his father ditched them every year and it made him angry because he missed his mother too. He wanted his father to stay with them, to help not only him remember his mother, but for Sammy to know about her as well, but John would be selfish and disappear for days.

"I'm going for a walk." Dean said as he stood, "Sammy you stay here with Pastor Jim." Dean was torn between who he should search out, his father or his best friend. However in the child's eyes it was his friend who needed the most help right now. His father had chosen to do what he did and that choice got someone else hurt and that in turn hurt Caleb and Dean hated to see anyone he cared about hurting.

The Pastor and Sammy watched at Dean headed in the direction that Caleb had went.

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Moose followed his roommate to the men's room and was now watching as the smaller man was pacing the room like a caged animal. The football player could see that Caleb was trying to get his emotions under control, he had been shocked at how fast and almost lethal Caleb's reaction had been toward one of the two men that were talking with the doctor when they had first walked up. Moose had never seen his friend angry, if anything Caleb always seemed to be smiling or joking around, but the intense anger he saw take control of his friend made Moose hope he was never on the receiving end of that rage.

"Who were those men?" Moose felt he needed to know who these men were if he was going to keep an eye on Caleb.

Caleb slowed his pacing, taking deep breaths to try and compose himself. "Johnny…John Winchester, he's a family…" the word friend stuck in Caleb's throat, what kind of friend get's someone he sees as a brother shot. "The other one, that was Pastor Jim Murphy." Caleb really couldn't elaborate more, not really sure how, he had never explained to an outsider about the complex network of people that made up his family.

Moose watched as Caleb finally stopped pacing, "Who were the kids?" the player remembered seeing two kids sitting on a couch off to the side, watching what was going on.

Caleb turned, a look of confusion on his face, "Kids?" the psychic's face paled as he realize who Moose was talking about, "Son of a… God I didn't even see them." Caleb felt his breath hitch as it hit him that the boys had witnessed his attack on John, had heard his threat; he had never lost his temper like that in front of them. "Sammy and Deuce, they saw everything, didn't they?"

"Yeah we did." Dean's voice broke the silence; he had slipped into the bathroom undetected.

Caleb turned quickly, seeing the worried face of his best friend. "Deuce?" In two strides the older hunter was kneeling in front of the pre-teen, he placed his hands on the boy's upper arms, "God Deuce, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking…I'm just worried about Mac and after watching it happen…I just…" Caleb really didn't know what to say.

"Look, I know you're pissed at Dad and I know you're scared, but you have to believe Mac's gonna be okay. What do doctors know anyway, right?" Dean was trying hard to comfort his friend. The smaller boy looked over Caleb's shoulder, eyeing Moose, "Who's the Incredible Hulk over there?"

Moose barked out a laugh, breaking some of the tension in the room, "Related aren't you?" The player stepped up next to Caleb as he stood, "I'm Oliver Havers, but you can call me Moose."

"I'm Dean." The smaller boy watched as Moose looked at Caleb.

"Why do you call him Deuce?" The bigger man asked.

Caleb rubbed his hand over Dean's head, "He's the wild card in the family." Caleb looked at Dean, a look of thanks on his face as he knew his friend was trying to help.

"I need to get back, I need to see Dad." Caleb's tone sobered as he pushed Dean toward the door, Moose following them out.

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It had been almost two hours since Caleb had returned to the waiting room. Dean retaking his spot next to his brother and Pastor Jim, while Moose sat next to the psychic. John had returned to the waiting room as well, but had chosen to sit apart from the group, not really sure how Caleb would react around him.

After the first hour, when Caleb had thought he would get to see his father the younger man started pacing, worry and fear rising with each passing minute. Finally a dark-haired nurse came out to the waiting room, "Someone may come back and visit Dr. Ames for a few minutes." Caleb was at her side before she finished talking.

"I'm his son." Caleb glanced at Jim who gave his an encouraging nod. He then looked over toward where John was sitting, the older man not meeting his gaze. Turning back to the nurse he spoke quietly, "I need to see my dad." With the practiced smile she gave all families of patients, the nurse turned and led Caleb toward the ICU.

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Moose was left in the waiting room with strangers, only having talked for just a second to the young boy who was now watching him from the couch; the football player didn't know how to start a conversation. Fortunately he was saved from the awkward feeling as Pastor Jim leaned forward, extending his hand. "I'm Pastor Jim Murphy; I'm a close friend of Caleb's and his father."

Accepting the older man's hand, Moose was immediately put at ease by the Pastor's calming voice and caring eyes. "I'm Moose…sorry, I'm Oliver Havers, I'm Caleb's roommate at school."

"Let me guess, football player?" the older man smiled.

Moose chuckled, "How could you tell?"

"Thank you for coming with Caleb, I was worried when I first spoke with him, I didn't think he would be able to make the drive, but I know how stubborn he can be, especially when it involves those he cares about." Jim sat back.

"Yeah," Moose answered, a feeling came over him, that he should tell the man before him how he had returned to their shared dorm room and found Caleb out of it. He glanced at Dean, who continued to watch him. "I'd just gotten back to the room a few minutes before you called, Caleb was…" the player paused, not sure how to explain how he'd found his friend.

Concern crossed the Preacher's face, "He was what?"

"He was out of it when I came in." Moose ran his hand over his short hair, "At first I thought he had taken something, or been slipped something, I couldn't even get him to answer me or look at me, it was almost like I wasn't there. Then he tried to get to the phone and that's when you called." The younger man sat back as he continued to look at Jim, "Then when I heard him tell you that he was going to drive up here, I didn't know what to think so I followed him out. I found him in the parking lot throwing up, that's when I figured he wasn't in any shape to drive."

Jim smiled sadly at Moose, "Thank you for watching out for him. It's good to know he has people who care about him even when he's away from us."

Moose watched the man across from him; it was obvious he cared a great deal about Caleb. The football player had so many things he wanted to know, wanted to ask the Pastor about his friend, like what Caleb meant when he had said he'd 'seen' what happened, but he wasn't sure if that was really any of his business. Even though he and Caleb were roommates and would sometimes hang out together, they weren't what you would call best friends. Caleb had a way of keeping himself distantensted from others, even while being friends with them. To Moose, it was like Caleb was afraid to allow others to get too close. A couple minutes passed before Oliver spoke again, something Caleb had said during the drive was really bothering the young man, "Caleb asked me a strange question on our way here."

Jim noticed John look up at that comment. "What was that?"

Moose cleared his throat nervously, "After you talked to him, he told me about his parents and his grandmother, then he got real quiet for a minute, he asked…" Oliver hesitated a moment before continuing, "He asked why death followed him?" The younger man watched as the Pastor paled slightly.

Jim couldn't school his reaction quick enough as Moose revealed the question, this was something that Mackland, as well as himself, had always worried about with Caleb. The eminence guilt the boy carried when those close to him were hurt, especially, as Jim suspected, when the psychic had apparently had a vision of his father's shooting.

"God damn it!" John growled out, startling those in the room, hearing the comment, the older hunter knew he was the reason that Caleb was contemplating that question. Standing John stormed down the hallway, needing space.

Jim tried to compose himself as he watched John's retreating back, then glancing over at Dean and Sammy, who were quietly watching him. Finally he looked back at the young man across from him, "Caleb had a rough life before Mackland adopted him, he witnessed more in his childhood than most adults do in there entire lives, that has left issues that only his father can help him with. We can try, we can be there for him, but Mackland is the only one who has every really been able to help Caleb come to terms with his past and I honestly don't know what will happen if…" Jim couldn't finish the statement; he really didn't want to think about the possibility of Mackland not pulling through this. The Preacher knew all to well the tightrope that Caleb walked with his emotions, with his misdirected guilt. The older man didn't want to think of what it would do to Caleb if he lost another person he cared about.