A/N: I'm using Ridley C. James' characters for all of this. Just so you know. I really like her Brotherhood concept, so I use that. And I absolutely love Caleb and Dean's relationship. So for anyone wondering where Caleb came from and the nicknames they have for each other...now you know. OH! And even the title is "Lotion" it's not dirty or anything. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I still own nothing. I own even less for this chapter, since I blatantly used Ridley's characters...damn

They had been walking for hours. They were supposedly looking for a Leshy, which had been tricking hikers into following the wrong trail. Nothing too dangerous, but it was only a matter of time before someone got hurt. Unfortunately, they hadn't been able to get an accurate description of what a Leshy looked like, other than they could take on the form of a human if they wanted.

"This is a waste of time! Even if we found the stupid thing, we wouldn't know it," Dean complained as he tripped over another root.

"Yeah, but you know your dad. What he says goes, and he said to walk up to the ridge before heading back," Caleb threw over his shoulder, ducking to avoid a low hanging branch.

"We could turn back now. He wouldn't know," Dean pointed out, hopeful that Caleb would agree. He was already picturing an evening with the cute waitress from the diner.

"Uh huh, and you're going to be the one that lies to his face? Somehow I doubt that, Deuce," Caleb snorted.

"It was just a thought," grumbled Dean, all thoughts of Mindy and her low cut shirt vanishing from his mind.

Caleb smirked, knowing what was going through the younger hunter's head without even having to read him. He had to admit though, this really was a pointless hunt. If you could even call this a hunt, more like a never ending hike. As much as he admired and looked up to the oldest Winchester, there were times that he questioned his decisions. This was definitely one of those times. They had been out here the day before, looking for any sign of the Leshy, and had come up empty handed.

John had been disappointed and insisted on them coming back again. He ignored the fact that they had no clue what this thing looked liked and that it hadn't really done anything yet. Sure it had led a few hikers down the wrong path, causing them to get lost for a few hours, but no one had gotten hurt. And from the research Sam had done, they weren't very dangerous at all, preferring to pull pranks more than anything.

"That is it! I don't care what dad says, this thing is not worth me hiking through some forest for hours," Dean yelled, as stumbled over some loose rocks and fell. Caleb turned around to see the younger man sitting on the ground, wiping his muddy hands on his pants. Smirking at the pout on Dean's face that made him look four again, Caleb walked back over to him.

"If you want, you can stay here while I go up to the ridge. It's not that much further, and I'll probably get there faster without your pansy ass whining the whole time," Caleb offered, taking some pity on his friend. He knew he hadn't been having the easiest time of it lately, with Sam and John constantly yelling at each other anymore. And if he could offer at least something to make Dean's easier, he would.

Dean looked up at Caleb, hardly believing what he had heard. Caleb was offering to walk through the woods while Dean sat on his butt? Something had to be going on. Maybe he was dying and just hadn't been informed yet.

"You serious man? 'Cause I really don't mind it, I was just bitching," Dean made a move to get up.

"Nah, I got this one. Like you said, it's a pointless hike," Caleb said, placing a hand on Dean's shoulder to keep him on the ground. "I'll be back in a few, and we can go see if Mindy is off her shift yet."

With a quick wave, Caleb walked away, disappearing into the overgrown forest. Dean moved so that he could lean against a tree while he waited for Caleb to return. He knew he should be grateful that he didn't have to walk all the way up there, but he couldn't help shake the feeling that Caleb only did that because of what was going on at home. And Dean hated that he was being pitied. Sighing, Dean leaned his head back against the trunk of the tree and looked up at the leaves that were blocking the sun from view.

It was really quiet, all he could hear was the wind moving some of the top most leaves. As he let his mind wander away to his planned night with Mindy, a loud cry shattered his musings. Jerking upright, Dean surveyed the area around himself. Deciding that nothing near him had caused that sound, he looked towards the direction that Caleb had gone. His dad was going to kill him if something happened because they had split up.

SCENE JUMP BECAUSE I'M LAZY

Caleb groaned and rubbed his head, which had made solid contact with the ground when he fell. Blinking his eyes open, he looked up and saw the top of the hole, about eight feet above him.

"At least it isn't that deep. I should be able to reach the top if I jump," Caleb thought as he stood. As he put weight on his left foot he realized that jumping to freedom was not going to be an option. Growling in frustration, he started yelling for Dean, hoping that he would wonder what was taking so long and come looking.

SCENE JUMP AGAIN

Dean stopped, his head cocked to the side. He could've sworn he had heard Caleb's voice. But it was too faint to tell what direction it had come from, if it was even his voice to begin with. It had been awhile since Caleb had left, he should've been on his way back by now. The fact that Dean hadn't met up with him left a pit in his stomach. Looking at the trees around him, Dean got the feeling that something wasn't right.

SCENE WHAT? SCENE JUMP!

"This is useless. Dean hearing me is less likely than John kissing Bobby," Caleb rubbed a hand over his face. He had tried jumping already, only to end up in a painful heap on the ground. His ankle couldn't support almost any of his weight. And climbing was out of the question, seeing as how the walls of the hole were smooth and had no foot or hand-holds.

Looking up at the bright sunlight, Caleb sighed and let his head fall back to lean against the wall. Watching as a bird seemed to mockingly fly in a circle over his head, Caleb let out a yell of frustration.

ANOTHER SCENE JUMP…HOPEFULLY THE LAST

Dean stopped. He knew he heard Caleb's voice this time. It was close, but still sounded muffled somehow. Knowing that he was getting close, he picked up his pace. After another minute or two of walking, Dean came to an abrupt stop as he almost fell into a hole. Looking down into it he saw a very familiar face looking back at him.

"Damien? What the hell are you doing in a hole?" Dean asked, trying to see if the other hunter was hurt.

"Just thought I'd hang out for awhile, you know, take a load off. What do you mean what am I doing in a hole? I fell!" Caleb yelled, trying to put as much anger in his voice as he could manage. His relief at Dean finding him so quickly, however, overrode any anger that flared up at Dean's question.

"You fell into a hole? Did something push you?" Dean asked, making no move to start helping Caleb out.

"No, I just fell. It happens, okay?" Caleb snapped, seeing Dean's grin.

"Wait until Sam hears about this! The great Caleb Reaves fell into a hole," Dean shook his head, laughing.

"Just get me out of here, would you?" Caleb asked, not in the mood for Dean's sense of humor at the moment. He had fallen into a hole, hit his head, messed up his head, and had had to wait to be rescued. His day had sucked and he was more than ready to get back to civilization.

"Okay, keep your panties on. Can't you jump out?" Dean kneeled down so he could see Caleb better.

"Jump? Why didn't I think of that? Oh wait, I did! I can't, my ankle's screwed up," Caleb yelled up at Dean.

"Sorry, just checking. Hmmm," Dean looked around for something that could help him pull Caleb up. "If I got a stick, you could hold onto while I pulled you up."

Dean looked back down at Caleb to see if he approved of his plan. Caleb nodded his approval and Dean's head disappeared. Hearing some movement and a curse or two, Caleb wondered where Dean was getting the stick from. Was he sawing it off the tree himself? Finally Dean's head popped back into view, and he grinned down, causing Caleb to raise an eyebrow at him. He knew that grin, it was the "I'm going to have so much fun with this" grin. It was the one that always made Caleb wish his friend didn't have such a twisted sense of humor.

"It puts the lotion in the basket, or it gets the hose again," Dean smirked, lowering the branch so Caleb could grab it.

"That's not funny, Deuce," Caleb growled. Dean knew that movie freaked him out. Some crazy killing women and sewing their skin into a coat? Sick.

"Yeah it is. Now put that lotion on, Damien," Dean called down, holding back a laugh.

"Just remember payback's a bitch."

A/N: And there you have it. Another chapter. I really like this one. Even if does jump around a lot. Leave a review and let me know what you thought, please!