Disclaimer: Not mine.
You'll be happy to hear that SkesisGirl and I have finished the rough draft of this and have started a prequel for it! There may even be a sequel.
Chapter 10
Bobby knocked softly and then peered into the room, smiling slightly at the sight of the three of them curled up together. He waited for one of the boys to wake up, not wanting to startle any of them. But they had been up here for over twelve hours and Cameron had somehow managed to get everything they needed for this whacked out plan.
Caleb popped his head up and blinked at Bobby. He smiled a bit and shook Sam awake gently. "Come on, it's go time."
Sam's eyes fluttered open, pure black and Bobby fought a flinch at the sight but then they faded back to hazel again even as Sam sat up. Caleb smiled and eskimo kissed Sam before poking Dean. "Wakey, wakey, eggs and bakey."
Dean grumbled but opened his eyes and grinned at Bobby, waving happily at him. Bobby smiled back at him.
"Sorry no eggs, trust me you don't want to do this on a full stomach." Bobby warned.
"Dean doesn't eat eggs anyway." Caleb grinned as he tweaked Dean's ear gently. He stretched and made his way over to Bobby, glancing at Sam to see if he's following. Sam sat on the bed, waiting to be told what to do and Dean sat beside him, both watching Caleb expectantly. Caleb sighed and looked at Bobby. "My kittens."
"Is Sam improving at all?" Bobby asked, watching Sam sit patiently on the bed. His eyes were alert but there was something...empty about them.
"Yeah, I got him to think a bit earlier... and he was playing with Dean." He looked at the two. "Are you two coming or not?"
Dean scrambled off the bed and practically bounced beside Caleb. "Sammy?" Dean called and Sam followed more slowly, his movements utterly controlled.
"Relax Sam... this isn't gonna hurt." Caleb rubbed Sam's arm. "Just act normal."
Sam just cocked his head to one side but remained silent. Bobby hated seeing it, Dean was actually more normal than Sam at the moment. It was so dangerous; if they were attacked both boys were liabilities. Which was why Caleb wanted to do the spell. Caleb sighed and led Sam to the Panic Room silently. "So what do we do now?"
"Now you pick a vein, all the symbols have to drawn in your fresh blood." Bobby told him. "The cot's tiny so I piled up as many blankets as I could find. Sam needs to be over against the far wall and you and Dean obviously on the blankets." Bobby explained.
Caleb nodded and positioned Sammy. "Sam... stay here for now, and you do exactly what Bobby tells you to. Okay?"
"Okay." Sam answered quietly and then looked at Bobby, waiting for him to tell him what to do.
Caleb kissed him gently and sat down on the blankets with Dean. "I'm ready."
Bobby approached with a silver blade and bowl. He gently grasped Caleb's arm and cut into the flesh. Dean whimpered as Caleb began to bleed, clinging to him.
"I'm okay Dean." Caleb nuzzled him, not even flinching in pain. "I'm gonna be fine."
Cameron watched from the doorway to the room, waiting on Bobby's instructions and/or orders, keeping an eye on things. Bobby began drawing out the necessary symbols on the floor and walls, going back to Caleb for fresh blood when it was needed. He painted several on Sam's face and hands, pushing Sam's shirt aside for the one over his heart.
"As much as I hate to say it, Caleb you and Dean need to strip now." Bobby told them once done with Sam and the room.
Caleb nodded and did as said, looking at Dean with a smirk. "So? Skin?"Dean smiled and began tearing his cloths off, no clothes was good. Caleb rolled his eyes as Dean literally ripped his clothes off. "Dean..." He just chuckled and shook his head.
"What? You said skin." Dean pouted, reaching for Caleb's cloths.
"You didn't have to rip them to shreds." Caleb chuckled stopping him. "We need skin."
"See skin." Dean pointed at his own naked form before pulling at Caleb's top. "Off!"
Caleb laughed as Dean helped him pull his clothes off. "Okay, okay, impatient child."
"Hurry it up you two! There's a time limit on this you know." Bobby told them, amused by Dean's actions as well.
"Okay, okay..." Caleb grumbled and pulled his clothes off quickly then looked at Bobby, in full glory. "Happy dad?"
"Considering I'm staring at your naked ass no." Bobby told him. "Spread your arms out and hold still, this'll tickle." He warned before lowering the brush to Caleb's skin.
Caleb sighed and did as said, keeping an eye on Dean cause of all the blood. He was starting to feel slightly dizzy, but his computer recalibrated for the loss to keep him working at optimal level.
Once he was done with Caleb's body Bobby moved on to Dean's, being gentle as he moved the brush over the young incubus.
"Bobby?" Dean asked as he watched and Bobby glanced at his face.
"Yeah kiddo?"
"Are you worried?" Dean asked and Bobby realised that Dean was still way to observant.
"Just a little, you just relax okay?"
"Okay." Dean fell silent as Bobby finished with him.
"Everything's gonna be fine Dean." Caleb looked at his brother. "I promise you."
Dean nodded but then shifted, he felt hot. He'd been cool just moments earlier though. He shook his head and then moaned, heat flooding through him. Seeing his reaction Bobby backed towards the door, whispering the words of the spell as he went.
"Caleb get ready." he warned once he could take a break in the spell.
Caleb nodded and moved towards Dean. "Hey... look at me..." He rested his hands on Dean's face, careful of the bloody symbols.
Dean snarled, he was hungry and here was a warm body. He moved quickly, tackling the other to the floor, fighting to subdue him since for some reason his powers weren't working. Caleb grunted as he was slammed onto the floor but he growled back, he was alpha damn it. He moved, rolling so Dean was under him, scrabbling for the Incubus' wrists. Dean snarled and snapped, fighting to get back on top. He was not going to let some human try and cage him! Caleb snarled back, pulling away from the snap then claiming Dean's mouth with his own, forcing the Incubus to accept the kiss and his tongue, his hands finding his wrists and holding them down. Dean fought to dominate the kiss, succeeding briefly before the human once again took control. He snarled, whined and snapped; fighting to get free and feed.
Caleb wouldn't let him free; he pinned his brother down and bit his lip when Dean snapped at him again. "Mine!" The lust driving his animal side crazy. He was a Tom, he would be alpha, he would dominate.
Sam continued to stare at Bobby, waiting for orders but his body was definitely reacting to what his brothers were doing. Bobby tried not to watch what was happening but he had to in order to know when to tell Sam to give his permission and to keep pace with the spell. If Dean had been anything like this during his original transformation how the hell had Sam managed?
Caleb slammed Dean back against the floor when the Incubus tried to lung again; he then leaned down and bit Dean's neck possessively. Dean screamed, still fighting but his struggle was weakening, his body submitting. Caleb kept him below him, as he turned Dean around, positioning himself. "Mine..." Caleb snarled as he rubbed against Dean's ass.
The position and touch against that part renewed his struggles and he bucked wildly, trying to through his captor off.
"Sam." Bobby called and Sam tilted his head, waiting. "Get ready. Remember, you have to really mean it. You have to want to share Dean with Caleb or they'll both die." Bobby warned and Sam nodded.
Caleb snarled, moving so that he had Dean's head pressed against the floor. "No! Mine!"
Dean struggled but was slowly stilling, the fight leaving his body gradually even as his body became aroused. Caleb snorted and looked around for any challenges before positioning himself again and starting to enter.
"Sam now!" Bobby yelled, seeing what Caleb was doing. He went back to reciting the spell and Sam looked at his brothers, for one second his mind utterly clear.
"I give my permission for Caleb Winchester to share the bond between Dean Winchester and me." Sam stated and then his mind sank back into blankness. Bobby practically had to yell the last few words over the pressure building in the small room.
Being called Caleb Winchester for the first time had him hesitating for a micro second, he was shocked. But then the need to mate overrode it and he slammed into Dean with a yell. Dean moaned and let whatever was happening wash over him. He was utterly limp beneath the human above him, submitting everything to him. His eyes glazed over as he began to feed and the mark over all three of their hearts began to glow and sink into their skin.
Caleb moaned as he thrust into Dean feverishly. "Mine..."
Sam slumped back against the wall and then slid down it as the bond split between him and Caleb, stunned by it.
Seeing everything had gone as it should Bobby backed out of the room, motioning for Cameron to follow as he shut the door. They didn't need to see anything else.
Dean lay under Caleb, glazed eyes staring in Sam's direction as his end of the bond split and settled, he knew who it was over him now, it was Caleb. He would do anything Caleb told him too, as long as it didn't countermand a previous order from Sam.
Caleb slumped on top of Dean then rolled off panting a bit. "Wow... oh wow... Sam you okay?"
"Yes." Sam answered immediately, not moving from where he'd fallen.
Dean lay still where Caleb had left him, eyes closed as he was unconscious, the bond still resettling inside of him. Caleb staggered up and made his way over to Sam. Checking to make sure he was okay. Sam leant into his touch instinctively, just content to be back in the blankness. Caleb pulled him closer, kissing him before pulling him over to where Dean was. He grabbed the blanket and laid it out, pulling his brothers on it with him as he started to fall asleep.
Sam lay in the blankets, not needing sleep but not doing anything since he hadn't been told to. He just stared blankly up at the ceiling, eyes locked on the rotating fan. Inside his mind everything was still blank but things were happening, healing the damage caused by over a year under the spell.
Caleb moved, flopping an arm around Sam. He nuzzled into Sam's side and sighed in his sleep. "Sam...?"
Sam turned his head to see Caleb, eyes focusing on him. "Yes?"
"Love you... don't leave... please." He whimpered, he was actually dreaming, sounded like a nightmare. Sam frowned and moved closer, his arms wrapping around Caleb instinctively. He nuzzled into Caleb's throat.
"Love you Caleb, not leaving." Sam told him.
"Promise?" Caleb whimpered, nuzzling into Sam's neck.
"Promise kitten." Sam whispered, kissing his neck.
Caleb relaxed at the kiss and purred. "Sleepy..."
Sam kissed him and then curled up tighter around him, humming softly to help Caleb relax and sleep.
Caleb relaxed in his arms. "Go... sleep... Sam." He yawned and dropped off into a deeper rest. Exhausted from the blood loss and exertions. Sam blinked and then blinked again but then his eyes refused to open again as he fell limp against Caleb, deeply asleep. Caleb purred, comfy between his two brothers as he slept.
Sam slowly pulled out of sleep, blinking up at the slowly rotating fan. He glanced at Caleb and Dean but they were both still asleep so Caleb hadn't woken him. He felt a little strange and groggy, his limbs heavy. What was happening? He whimpered, needing Caleb.
He woke immediately at the whimper and picked his head up to look at Sam. "Sam...? What's wrong?"
Sam reached for him blindly as pain sparked through his head, blurring his vision. He whimpered again, this time in pain.
Caleb sat up and pulled Sam to him, stroking his neck gently. "What's wrong Sam?" Sam's whimper became a scream, his hand going up to clutch at his head. Bright white was shoving through the blankness and it hurt! Caleb swore and grabbed Sam's head gently. "Sam! SAM! Look at me! Tell me what's wrong?"
Sam's eyes flickered from black to hazel and back again as he struggled to hear Caleb and do what he said. He was shaking from the effort and the pain, panting for breath.
"It's okay... it's okay." Caleb was panicked. "Just breathe Sam... just breathe, you'll be okay." Sam's hands came up to grip Caleb's wrists as he struggled to say something but then he screamed again before slumping, hands slipping lifelessly from Caleb's as he passed out. "Sam...? SAM!" Caleb shook him once, when that didn't work; he pulled his boxers on and opened the door. "BOBBY?"
Bobby nearly fell off the couch as he heard the panicked scream. He got up and bolted for the stairs to the basement.
"Samscreamed... hescreamedthenhepassedoutwhat'swrongwithmybrother!" Caleb demanded in a panic. "Wasitthespell? DidIhurthim?"
"Calm down son, let me take a look." Bobby tried to calm him down as he got to the panic room. He knelt beside Sam and checked him over.
Caleb let him, shuffling his feet nervously. "Sammy...?"
"I don't know Caleb, he seems to be okay now. We'll watch him for now, okay? We can't take him to a hospital though but I know a doc we can call if he gets worse." Bobby offered.
Caleb nodded and chewed on his lower lip. "Should I take him upstairs?"
"Probably best not to move him until we know what's happening." Bobby answered, getting up. "Call me if anything changes."
Caleb nodded and lay down next to Sam, waiting for a change in his brother. "I'm here Sam..."
Sam yawned as he woke up, blinking as he looked around. They were in the panic room and Caleb was asleep, one hand fisted in Sam's shirt. Poor kid looked utterly exhausted so Sam worked quickly and quietly to extricate himself and then head upstairs, happy no one else was up yet. He went to work quickly and then headed back downstairs once the tray was full. He set it down and then pulled Caleb into his arms, stroking a hand over the soft blonde hair.
Caleb groaned softly as he woke slowly, someone was petting him. He purred softly as he opened his eyes and looked up to see who it was.
"Hey kitten." Sam whispered, moving his hand to cup Caleb's face, smiling softly at him.
"S-sam...?" Caleb yawned, leaning into the touch. "You okay...?"
"Yeah Caleb. Thank you." Sam whispered before dropping a chaste kiss on Caleb's lips. Thank you was inadequate for what Caleb had done.
"You're back to normal...?" Caleb asked hopefully. "I thought I broke you."
Sam couldn't hold in the chuckle at that but shook his head. "I'm okay now. You saved me Caleb." Sam promised him.
"How... what I do?" Caleb looked so small and lost. "I had Bobby do that spell... for nothing?"
Sam moved, shifting around so they were lying face to face but with Sam still holding Caleb. "The spell wasn't for nothing, it was the last piece needed. You taking total control...it's the only thing that saved me."
Caleb looked at him lost; he whined softly and buried his face into Sam's chest. "I don't understand."
Sam held him, placing gentle kisses on the top of his head. "There was a war going on inside me Caleb, the spell...it did a lot of damage, damage that wasn't being allowed to heal. You taking control gave me that time." Sam tried to explain.
"So how did the spell with Dean factor in?" Caleb was still confused, and hungry. He reached out for some food. "Was that one of the reasons you got so sick?"
"Yeah, the mental battle was taking a physical toll as well. It's hard to explain but I'm trying." Sam told him, snatching some food himself. "You know about the demon blood. I remember more about what happened now...Ruby, that was the demons name, she fed me her blood." Sam admitted, gently rubbing Caleb's back.
Caleb nodded as he listened, nudging Dean to wake him up. The hand on his back felt good. "So, are you a demon?"
"Sort of? Partially. Not fully anyway. I have a few things they don't after all." Sam answered.
"Awesome little brother and a baby Incubus that's willing to fight Terminators for him?" Caleb asked with a grin. Sam laughed at that, hugging them both as Dean blinked sleepily at them, having woken when Caleb nudged him. "Morning Sleepyhead. How you feeling?" Caleb asked mussing up Dean's hair. Dean just gave them a goofy, half drunk looking smile as he stretched out.
"I'm glad I have you two." Sam whispered, smiling at them both.
"That's cause we're awesome." Caleb nuzzled against him. "Mine."
"Of course, you're mine too, both of you." Sam answered. "Demons are full of rage and hate, nothing else. But I have you two." Sam said. "I love you both."
Caleb smiled, purring softly. Yeah, love was important. "Love you two too."
"Love Sammy and Caleb." Dean added with a grin.
"Baby." Caleb smirked to Dean. "Need to learn to talk like an adult."
Dean pouted and rolled over to hide his face against Sam. Sam sighed and petted his hair.
"It's not that Caleb...without memories his vocabulary is limited. He's been getting better though."
"Bobby said he was a baby Incubus, so he's still growing and he's gonna have toddler mood swings." Caleb poked Dean gently.
Sam blinked at that but then cuddled Dean. "Can't be as bad as his puberty tantrums first time round." Sam teased softly.
Caleb frowned a bit. "I wouldn't know..."
Seeing the frown Sam kissed him, not wanting him to be upset. "Caleb...you're one of us. It doesn't matter that you weren't there growing up. I wish you had been, sure our childhood wasn't always the best but it beat yours by a lot. We both love you; we have plenty of time to make new memories for Dean of the three of us together." Sam told him.
Caleb nodded and leaned against him. "I need to get new IDs also." He snagged an apple piece and popped it in his mouth, hand snaking around Sam to tickle Dean.
"We should probably get new ones too. Dean looks different enough not to mention we're still on the most wanted list." Sam answered, grinning as Dean laughed and tried to get away from the tickling.
"So... should I keep my Caleb Colt IDs?" Caleb asked, keeping stone-faced as he tickled, he was innocent, really.
"Colt?" Sam asked before laughing. "Yeah, keep it, we'll get matching ones." Sam couldn't help laughing. Samuel Colt? "Not laughing at you kitten. We get matching ones and I'll be Samuel Colt, as in the guy who made the demon killing gun?"
"Sure, why not, it has a good sense of Irony." Caleb smiled. "Besides... we might go back in time and you actually ARE the real Sam Colt." Caleb gave up all pretense and pounced Dean, tickling and playing with him.
Sam blinked at that and then shrugged it off, joining in the tickle war by helping Dean against Caleb.
Caleb ended up squirming thanks to the teamers. He laid there panting and laughing. "Stopstopstop!"
Sam finally had mercy and stopped, Dean stopping when he did. Sam's head snapped around towards the door, eyes flashing black briefly before he calmed.
"Bobby's coming." Sam told them.
Caleb panted and cocked his head to the side. "Cameron's with him."
Bobby opened the door and just raised an eyebrow as he took in their bodies lying on the floor, all panting. "Do I want to know?" he asked and Sam laughed.
"Probably not." Sam answered and Bobby stared.
"Sam?" He asked cautiously and Sam easily rolled to his feet.
"Yeah Bobby, I'm okay now."
Caleb got up and handed Dean his pants since he was in his boxers, he moved to pull his shirt on. "Sit-Rep is normal. Stand down Cameron."
Sam grinned when Dean pouted at his pants. "Come on Dean, you know Bobby's delicate." Sam teased and Dean threw the pants away. Sam sighed about to go get them when they stopped mid flight, hovering in the air before flying to land in Sam's hand.
Caleb stared at Sam. "New trick?" He shrugged then moved over to Dean. "Hey... what's wrong?"
"No!" Dean yelled, glaring at the offending article in Sam's hands.
"Toddler." Bobby commented softly. Sam shot him a glare and threw the pants at him before walking over to wrap his arms around Dean's waist.
"Deeeeaaaannn... treat my clothes better..." Caleb pouted at Dean, moving to get his pants.
"Dean is very well endowed." Cameron commented from the door. Sam glared at her, a hand moving to cover those bits of Dean from her sight. Those bits were only for him and Caleb to look at! She better not try and take their Dean! Cameron just cocked her head to the side unphased. "Should I get them some clothes?" She was talking to Bobby.
Caleb sighed and patted Sam's arm before looking at Dean a bit worried, it seemed that with every feeding, Dean got more and more childlike.
"Clothes would be good." Bobby commented, glad to see Sam acting like himself again.
"I'll go get some." Caleb sighed, moving to do so.
"Back quick?" Dean asked, grabbing Caleb's hand and Sam smiled at the move.
Caleb nodded and smiled to Dean. "Yeah, just getting some clothes for you." he squeezed Dean's hand. "Remember... you ripped all yours off."
"He did..." Sam blinked and then grinned as he remembered it, Dean sure had been eager. "We might as well all go up." Sam told Caleb, taking off his shirt and wrapping it around Dean to cover him so Cameron would stop looking.
Cameron just cocked her head to the side, watching the three as they left. Seemed like she was admiring them. Caleb rolled his eyes at her. "Dean, what was with that temper tantrum?"
"Skin better." Dean practically pouted and Sam sighed, leaning in to kiss the top of Dean's head.
"We've had this discussion a million times Dean, when around people you have to wear clothes." Sam told him and Dean glared before taking off ahead of them. "Here's hoping Sarah's not here." Sam muttered, not wanting their almost Mom to get an eyeful.
TBC…