"Damien, what the hell are you doing here?" Dean asked when Caleb let himself into the hotel room.

"I got your message Deuce, you seemed pretty upset. Where's the runt?" Caleb asked as he looked around the room.

"He's gone."

"Gone?" Caleb echoed arching an eyebrow.

"Yeah, he went to college."

"College?" Caleb echoed again.

"Are you gonna repeat everything I say but in question form?"

"Sorry," Caleb replied as he looked at his feet. He was quiet for a moment, then he asked, "Where's Johnney?"

"I don't know he just left."

All of a sudden, Dean jumped up, startling Caleb

"What am I supposed to do Man? Everyone I love's leaving me."

"Hey, Deuce, calm down. They'll be back. They're not gonna be gone forever.

"I don't know about Sammy," Dean replied, sitting down and putting his head in his hands. They sat for a minute, then Dean looked up again. "you should have seen them going at it. They were both so... angry. I tried to stop them... tried to stop him."

"Sam knows you need him; he needs you, too Deuce, hell everyone does."

"Yeah, but I don't know if he'll ever talk to Dad again. He went way too far."

"What exactly happened?" Caleb asked, trying to get the whole story.

Dean stared off into space, reliving the moment. "Dad and I were sitting in the living room, cleaning guns, when Sammy came in. He looked kinda nervous, but also excited about something. 'Dad,' he said. 'Yeah, Sammy?' Dad asked, not looking up. 'Ummm... can you sign this?' I knew what he was asking; I had seen it hidden under some of his stuff. I was proud of him, Dad wasn't.

He took the letter, read it, and jumped up. "Stanford? Are you crazy son? You know what's out there and this is how you treat it?'

'Dad, I got a full ride.'

'I don't care, you're not going.'

'Says who? Are you gonna stop me?' "

I tried to stop them, I really did, but they just wouldn't listen to me. It was like I wasn't even there. "

'If you walk out that door, don't even think about coming back!'

'Dad, you don't mean that,' I tried to reason with him.

'Fine! I won't need you when I have a college degree! I won't need fake credit cards either, I'll have a real job!' And he left. I wanted to run after him, but Dad was really mad and I didn't want to upset him more. I should have though. Maybe I could have talked him out of it. Even if I couldn't, I should have at least said goodbye."

"Calm down Deuce, Sammy's just angry. So is Johnney. But they'll get over it."

"I don't know, Damien. I've never seen them that mad before. What if they never forgive each other?"

"They will they're family. Besides, there's always plan two," Caleb replied with a smirk.

"What's plan two?" Dean asked.

"We beat 'em senseless 'til they make up." He looked up at his best friend, who still had the same, blank expression on his face. "What, not even a smile?"

"Sorry. It's just, what's the point? Why should I even bother anymore?"

"Doing what?"

"Anything. Everything. I'm not good enough for my family, what can I
possibly be good enough for? Maybe I should just give up.:"

"Don't be talking like that, Deuce. You help save lives. That's no small feat. Where would the world be if there weren't people like you?"

"Corny much?" Dean asked, the faintest of smiles appearing on his face.

Caleb smiled, knowing that he had gotten through. "At least I'm not crying like a girl."

"Was not," dean replied defensively.

"oh you definitely were Deuce" Caleb smirked

They sat in silence for a little while. "Thanks Damien."

Dean didn't have to tell him what for, he already knew. He knew that

Dean didn't have many people to talk to, and he was glad to help.

"You're welcome, Deuce. You know I'll always be here to come to the rescue of a damsel in distress no matter what"