I'm so sorry I took so long to post this! I started it write after last chapter, but college keeps getting in the way.

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Caleb felt his weakened connection with the youngest Winchester strengthen as he got closer to the huge fancy house the boy's foster family called home. As he got closer he started to feel the pain and fear Sam was experiencing. Caleb cursed and pressed his foot down a little bit harder on the gas pedal. The connection was nowhere near as strong as it should be. Dean was a few miles away and the connection with the older Winchester was still completely clear. It felt as though the younger brother was being blocked from him somehow. It was only because of Caleb's intense focus on their bond that he could feel the boy at all. Dean was right, something supernatural was definitely going on here.

Dean was awake and mostly with it. He was still bound to the bed at the hospital and still lightly drugged. Travis had managed to talk with Dean before Jim and Caleb arrived earlier this morning. The doctor still felt Dean was a danger to both himself and others (which Caleb had to admit to himself he most definitely was thanks to the boy's upbringing). Some cops had brought by the boy's police record and Travis taking no chances. Jim revealed who he really was and that he intended to gain custody of Travis' patient on Friday. The doctor agreed to ease up on the drugs but refused to release the teen until Jim was legally his guardian. Travis also promised he would move Dean to a less secure wing if the boy answered some questions and proved he was no longer a major threat.

The large house came into view. Caleb whistled. Sure, he had grown up in the lap of luxury once the world-famous Mackland Ames had adopted him, but he knew Sammy had never even imagined setting foot in a place this nice. Caleb's home with Max wasn't even this fancy.

A pink Smartcar sat in front of the house. Caleb pulled up behind it and shifted his jeep into park. The brothers' caseworker climbed out of the small car. Caleb did so as well, grinning at the woman. "You must be Jennie," he stated, walking over to her.

Jennie frowned at him. "And you are…?"

"Caleb Reaves," Caleb answered. "I heard about the call you guys got. Sam's like a brother to me. I wanted to make sure he's okay. Dean's quite upset right now and begged me to come by. He think's you'll need some back-up."

Jennie nodded slowly. "It's not protocol… but I'll permit it since my partner couldn't come." She'd gone in to visit Dean at the hospital earlier as well, before Jim and Caleb were permitted to come in. Dean had looked awful restrained to the bed and drugged. She'd ordered Travis to take him off the drugs but not to release him from the hospital. Dean had begged her for word on Sam and she had caved, promising to visit the younger boy today and report back later tonight. The teen had visibly relaxed at her promise.

"Come with me and follow my lead," Jennie instructed. She led the young man up to the front door and rang the doorbell. Nearly two minutes went by before the door was pulled open.

"Marie Bentz?" Jennie asked. The woman nodded. Jennie flashed her ID card. "I'm Jennie Renolds, from Child Protective Services. We are here to do a home inspection and to talk with Sam. As you know, the boy's trial is on Friday and I want to hear from him how he is doing here."

"It's one in the afternoon," Marie pointed out. "Sam's in school."

Jennie frowned. "I got a call from his school that Sam wasn't there today," he stated. "And I would like to talk with him. Now."

"He's out with my husband," Marie tried, eyes flashing black just long enough for Caleb to notice.

"Then I'll do my home inspection and wait for their return," Jennie decided. "I can always call down to the police station and have them escort me in. Of course, we will be forced to remove Sam from your care if it comes to that."

Marie sighed. "Come in, then."

She stepped away from the door. Caleb felt his connection to Sam strengthen as soon as he stepped through the doorway. "Where is your bathroom, Ma'am?" Caleb asked.

Marie pointed down the hall. "Third door on the left."

Caleb nodded and left Jennie with the woman. He made his way down the hall and out of sight. Instead of going into the bathroom, he went a bit further down the hall and found a locked door. His bond with Sam was leading him here, so he quickly picked the lock. It was a wooden staircase down to the basement. Caleb hurried down and stopped in front of a cage.

"Sammy?" he whispered. The boy looked up, feverish eyes momentarily meeting Caleb's. There was no recognition there. Caleb cursed. "Hang in there, kiddo. I'll trap the bitch and get you out of here."

Caleb found a can of black spray-paint. He quickly drew a Devil's Trap on the ground and covered it with a tarp. He glanced over at Sam and went back upstairs, locking the door behind him. Jennie and Marie were talking in the kitchen.

"What's with the locked door?" Caleb questioned.

Marie glared at him.

"I need to see in every room, Mrs. Bentz," Jennie requested. "Especially if you have a basement or attic."

"Fine," Marie snapped. She led them to the basement door and unlocked it. Caleb grinned when she stepped onto the tarp.

Caleb flipped on a light. Jennie's attention immediately went to the small cage in the corner of the room. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed, rushing over.

"Oh no you don't!" Marie snapped. She held out her hand, planning to use powers to stop the CPS woman. She groaned when they didn't work.

"Demon," Caleb spat. "What did you do to him?"

Marie's eyes went solid black. "Hunter!"

Caleb smirked. "You messed with the wrong family. I hope you realize that."

Jennie's watched as Caleb began speaking in Latin. Marie started screaming. The caseworker's eyes widened when black smoke slithered out of the other woman's mouth. Marie fell to the ground, dead, once the black smoke disappeared.

"What was that?" Jennie asked.

"Demon," Caleb sighed. "It's a long story."

Jennie shook her head. "Dean already told me. Part of it at least. Damn, I put him in the psychiatric hospital and he was telling the truth?"

Caleb gave the woman a small smile, kneeling down in front of the cage. "It's not something people believe unless the witness it first hand," he informed her. "You were doing what you thought was right. Dean understands. Or he will, at least."

Jennie knelt down as well. Caleb picked the lock on the cage. "He's unconscious," the woman whispered.

Caleb nodded and carefully pulled Sam out. "We need to get him to the ER. I have no clue what happened, but when he was awake he didn't recognize me."

"It'll be faster to drive then it is to call for an ambulance," Jennie mused.

"I'll drive him," Caleb stated. "You need to get Dean to the ER. Sam's gonna need him."

Jennie's phone went off just then. "Hello? What? Oh, um, okay. I'm actually heading there right now anyway. No, check him out. I'll be keeping him at the children's hospital instead. I'm bringing his brother to the ER there anyway. It's a long story. Yeah. Thank you. Bye."

Jennie sighed. "Apparently Dean had a severe allergic reaction," she informed Caleb as they hurried out to the cars. "He was transferred to the children's hospital."

Caleb cursed again. He laid Sam in the back of his jeep. "He's allergic to penicillin," he stated. "Fuck it all. Let's go."

Sam was taken away the second Caleb got his jeep into park outside of the ER bay. Jennie had called ahead so that there would be a gurney and entire team waiting for their young patient. Jennie was stuck filling out paperwork while Caleb requested information on Dean. The staff refused to answer his questions until Jennie gave permission to the hospital to release the information to Caleb. Finally, after nearly two hours of waiting, a nurse came to bring Caleb to Dean's hospital room. Sam was still in surgery.

"He's currently on oxygen therapy," the nurse, Sarah, informed both Caleb and Jennie. "He had an allergic reaction to one of the medicines that St. Mary's provided. Apparently there was a mix-up with the drugs and Dean received another patient's dose. He did stop breathing for a few minutes, but as far as we can tell there is no lasting damage except for some temporary breathing difficulty. The oxygen therapy is just a preventative measure. We have him on a mask right now, and he needs to keep it on. Although I'm sure he'll want to talk, he's been asking for Caleb – which I'm assuming is you – ever since he got here. I can talk to his doctor and see about putting him on a nasal cannula instead. Ah, here we are."

Caleb had a million questions, but they all flew out of his mind half a second after seeing Dean laying in the hospital bed. The boy was a mix between depressed and pissed. Any other time Caleb would have snorted and teased him about it.

"Sam-my?" the teenager managed to ask.

"The runt's in surgery," Caleb answered. He pulled up a chair next to Dean's bed. "He's pretty messed up, to be honest. Don't talk, not right now. It was demons. I excorzied the one in the woman, but the man wasn't around. They'll probably keep Sam in ICU overnight, once he's out of surgery."

Jennie came over after that. "I've made arrangements for you to remain here until the trial is over," she announced. "Sam will be brought down as soon the doctors decide he is in stable enough condition."

The nurse appeared a moment later, followed by Dean's doctor, Dr. Wilson. The older woman smiled at her young patient. "You certainly look more relaxed now than you did later," she teased.

Dean actually grinned. He moved the mask off his face. "Caleb's here. And they told me about Sammy."

The doctor nodded. "Ah, Sam. The little brother." She unwrapped a nasal cannula. "I'm switching you to this. That way you don't have to wear the mask anymore. But you have to promise to take it easy still."

Dean nodded enthusiastically. He hated not being able to grill Caleb for information.

Doctor Wilson grinned at Dean and fixed him up with the nasal cannula. She offered him a cup of water. "Small sips, for now. I have some good news for you. Sam's out of surgery. He's not conscious right now. The surgeon is keeping him up in ICU for at least a few hours. If nothing changes we'll move him down here later tonight. I know you'll feel better if he's close, and I'm sure you'll help him more than any of the ICU staff could. Sarah will bring you and Caleb some supper, just tell her what you'd like. Unfortunately Caleb will have to leave at nine, but he can come back tomorrow morning at eight. If you need me, just press the call button. Otherwise I'll be back in a few hours."

"Thanks," Dean replied with a small yawn.

"Take a nap, dude," Caleb suggested. "You need your beauty sleep."

Dean just rolled his eyes in response. He leaned back and pulled the scratchy hospital blanket closer to his chin. Just a short nap, then dinner…

I wanted to write more but I could easily do another 2k words and it would take even longer so I figured I'd let y'all have this for now and I will get the next chapter out... Sometime soon. Last two-and-a-half weeks of school and all right now. And I found out it's Greek Week *shoot me now*.

Reviews are highly encouraged! It's what inspires me to write sooner after all :)

Ahhh who else thinks Sam's gonna do something really stupid in the next few episodes, all to help Dean?

Have an amazing week!

-Kris-