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Chapter 9
Caleb nodded and nuzzled Dean. "Wake up Dean." Dean gasped awake, clinging to Caleb, practically climbing up him to get clear of the water. Caleb blinked and held him tighter. "Dean calm down! You're okay." Dean slumped against him, breathing hard before finally looking at Caleb, eyes wide with residual fright. "I'm sorry... I didn't know. I figured you'd hold your breath and close your eyes..." Caleb chewed on his lower lip. Dean moved to cling to Caleb, nuzzling in, wanting comfort. Caleb nuzzled back, relaxing that Dean wasn't pulling away. "This is familiar... this feels good." He purred softly. Dean finally started to relax as Caleb purred at him, cuddling up to Caleb.
Sam watched them, smiling softly. Seeing Caleb calm Dean down despite not remembering how he used to was good.
Caleb played with Dean's hair gently. "I'm sorry." Dean nuzzled and began to purr softly, kissing Caleb's throat. "Not gonna talk to me?" He chuckled as he leaned his head back to give Dean better access. Dean just kept nuzzling and kissing, still shaky but wanting Caleb to cheer up. Caleb was worried. "Dean... talk to me?" Dean coughed instead, throat sore from choking and shook his head. Caleb nodded and relaxed. "I'm sorry. Forgive me?" Dean nodded and cuddled closer if that was possible. Caleb relaxed and kissed him gently. "Mine..."
Dean smiled and nodded before tugging Caleb around to face Sam who was still watching them. Caleb looked at Sam then raised an eyebrow at Dean. Dean pushed Caleb at Sam who caught him. Sam looking at Dean curiously. Dean rubbed his sore throat but looked at them. Caleb blinked at Sam confused.
"Dean?" Sam asked, not sure why Caleb had been pushed into his arms and Dean stomped his foot in the water, frustrated.
"Ours?" Dean grinned and jumped towards them, knowing they'd catch him. Caleb yelped and caught Dean, laughing at bit at the Incubus. "You boob."
Dean just smiled and nuzzled Caleb and then Sam. Sam smiled and nuzzled back before leaning over to kiss Caleb softly. "Ours." he echoed. Caleb chuckled and pulled Dean into his lap and relaxed. Sam stretched out beside them, head resting on Caleb's shoulder. "I talked to Cameron earlier." Sam whispered after a while.
"Who?"
"Cameron, she's...you call her your sister. She's sort of like you but all machine. She had good news."
"What kind of good news?"
"She was here when you...got sick. She told us what was happening to you and did something else...she uh, copied your memories."
Caleb blinked at that. "Huh..."
"When you're fully recovered she can give them back to you."
"Cool..." He thought about that then frowned. "Will I forget everything I learned since waking?"
Sam blinked and thought about it. "I don't see why you would. Dean doesn't forget new things when he remembers the old, neither did I."
"Okay. Sounds like a plan."
"You wanna go upstairs and see the others? Or stay down here?" Sam offered.
"Stay... comfy. Womb." Caleb replied, curling with Dean and Sam.
Sam blinked in surprise. Womb? Okay, whatever kept Caleb calm and happy. Dean glanced at him and shrugged, cuddling with Caleb and Sam got more comfortable, reaching out to add a little more hot water.
Caleb purred at the hot water. "Feels good."
"You just relax and let me know when you want Cameron to come check on you, see if you can get your memories back yet." Sam whispered, holding him close.
Caleb nodded and smiled, poking at Dean. Dean poked him back. Caleb grinned and poked his nose. Dean copied the move, giggling softly. Caleb nipped at Dean's grinned and nipped at Caleb's in return. Sam just watched in amusement.
"Copycat." Caleb said before hiding his face in Sam's chest.
Sam stroked Caleb's hair. "Is Caleb shy?" He teased softly.
"Yesh."
"Why?" Sam asked, keeping up the gentle stroking.
"Cause."
Sam chuckled. "Are you scared? About getting your memories back?"
"Maybe."
"Caleb it'll be okay. We'll be with you the whole time."
"Okay." But he kept playing shy.
"Don't you want to remember?" Dean asked nervously.
"Dunno... what if I was bad?"
Sam gently pulled Caleb back so he could look at his face. "You weren't bad Caleb. You're our little brother and a wonderful person. What you did when skynet...it doesn't change the fact that we love you. No matter what." Sam assured him. Caleb swallowed and nodded, glancing to Dean.
Dean smiled. "Love Caleb no matter what." He promised, leaning in to kiss Caleb. Caleb kissed back.
Sam smiled and kissed the back of his neck. "Better?"
"Yeah." But then he went back to being shy. Playing with Dean.
"Sam!" A familiar yell had Sam scrambling up. What had caused Bobby to yell for him?
Caleb blinked at the yell and hissed, moving into the water more, growling as he glared at the door. Dean reached out and hugged him. "Just Bobby. He won't hurt us." Dean assured him as Sam wrapped a towel around his waist and headed for the door. Caleb watched Sam go, straining to listen.
"Hey Bobby." Sam greeted as he opened the door, smiling slightly when the hunter immediately looked nowhere but his face.
"We've got a problem." Bobby told him and Sam frowned.
"What sort?"
"You in New York recently?" Bobby asked and Sam mentally swore.
"Why?"
"Cause a hunter is swearing they saw you and a demon."
"Shit."
John wandered over chewing on some beef jerky. "That an admission of guilt?" Sam swallowed and thought about retreating to their rooms and locking the door. He took a small step back. John rolled his eyes and looked at Bobby. "You owe me five bucks."
Sam took another step back, it was one thing for them to accept he was partially demonic now and John had been there when he choked Gordon but knowing he controlled other demons... John held his hand out to Bobby. Bobby forked over the cash, watching Sam closely as the kid backed away from there, clearly on the edge of panicking. He looked at John, hoping the kid would see it as well.
John pocketed the money and glanced at Sam. "Oh jeeze calm down before you fall down the stairs and I need more brain bleach."
Sam took in a gasp of air, still staring at them like they were about to pull the colt or shove him in a devils trap. John rolled his eyes and headed to the kitchen for some cheetohs.
"Sam." Bobby called and Sam bolted. John turned and bolted after Sam. Sam eventually collapsed, hidden amongst the rusted cars.
"Sam?" John yelled, looking around for his elder brother. Sam heard but didn't answer, huddled in on himself among the wrecks, his towel long gone. John growled under his breath and continued to hunt his brother. He did his best to be quiet as he did so. It didn't matter; Sam was too lost in self-hatred and doubt to be listening for someone tracking him. He started shivering as the cold air started to really affect him. John finally found him and swore. He pulled his jacket off and wrapped it around Sam. "You're an idjit Sam!" He tried to pull the Demon back to the house. "Gonna make yourself sick again."
Sam's hands came up to hold onto the jacket but he didn't respond to John otherwise, shivering and rocking himself.
"Sam!" John yelled, when he didn't respond he smacked Sam. "Snap out of it!" The hit had Sam blinking, eyes black as he stared at John rather blankly. "Oh you got to be kidding me. Come... ON!" He grabbed Sam's arm and pulled. This time Sam slowly uncurled and staggered up, swaying dangerously, his feet leaving red marks on the ground. "I swear... Dean becomes an Incubus... you a Demon and all sense leaves you both! Now we have Caleb walking around like a blank slate... no sense in this family!" He grunted as he dragged Sam back inside.
Sam leant heavily on him, slowly coming out of his shock as he shivered and clutched John's jacket. "J'n?"
"No. Jesus." John replied rolling his eyes. "Did ALL common sense leave you when you became... whatever you are?" He shoved Sam down on the couch when they get inside. Sam stared up at him, still dazed and confused feeling but he raised a trembling arm to John, not wanting his little brother to leave him. John pinned him with a look and a pointed finger. "Stay. There." he left to get the first aid kit and a blanket, tossing it over Sam when he got back. Sam huddled under the blanket, barely aware of the pain in his bleeding feet as he watched John, waiting for him to leave him. He would, he was a freak so why would John stay? "Bobby! I need some help please!" John yelled as he started to clean Sam's feet. Sam moaned and whimpered, becoming more aware as John cleaned his feet.
Bobby walked in and saw what John was doing, swearing softly as he moved to help only to have Sam pull away from him, moving closer to John.
John slapped him. "Stop moving, you have a nail in your foot idjit."Sam stopped trying to pull away but still tried to curl closer to John, seeking warmth and family. "I'm still mad at you Sam." John snarled. Sam pulled back from him, huddling into a tighter ball of misery. He was still out of it, reacting on instinct. "I'm about to brain him good." John huffed as he pulled the nail out. Sam cried out softly in pain, eyes still black.
Bobby sighed and knelt in front of him. "Sam? You hearing me son?" He called and Sam whimpered.
"He's gone..." John sighed and went and got himself a drink. Beer, just to see if Sam would react. As soon as the can became visible to Sam the can crumpled into a ball of metal. "That is just not fair! He's out of and still I can't drink!" John threw the can at Sam's head and got himself a soda.
Bobby smirked and then looked at Sam. "Can't stop looking after you brothers huh Sam?" He teased and Sam blinked at him slowly before looking back at John, eyes slowly fading to their natural hazel. John flopped down with spite and glared daggers at Sam.
Sam blinked at him and then shook his head. "What?" He mumbled, not really sure what was going on.
"You're an idiot... that's what." John groused. Sam looked around, confused. Why was he on the couch? Naked? John just glared at him.
Sam pulled away slightly, not sure why John was mad at him. "What...I do?"
"You freaked out, ran like the bitch you are and hurt yourself as usual." John replied.
Sam blinked and shook his head, looking down in shame. "Sorry."
"Now I know why Cameron kept saying that Caleb kept ranting about you." Sam flinched slightly but let Bobby finish patching him up. "Seriously Sam... You're the reason for the deaths of the people who work in experimental A.I." John sighed. "It's pretty damn obvious."
Sam refused to look at him as John accused him of murder. He was right, he may not personally be killing those people but they died because of his orders. "Do you hate me?" He asked quietly.
"No." John replied. "You're my big brother. Sure a lot of people are dead... but... if it keeps Skynet from happening, then it stops a few billion from dying." Sam finally looked at him again, wanting to believe him. He moved a hand from under the blanket, reaching out to John. "I'm still mad at you." John replied. Sam flinched away, huddling back in on himself.
TBC…
