Never Forget

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Synopsis: Pre-series. Dean and John are working separate hunts in New York when the unthinkable happens. It wasn't supposed to happen like this; it was supposed to be an easy hunt.

Setting: This story is set in NYC on September 11th 2001, is was also set in Palo Alto, but is not any longer. Pre-series.

Disclaimer: Supernatural and all of their associated content belong to Eric Kripke and the CW, I own nothing of the sort.

A/N: This may contain some material that some readers find sensitive and it is pre-series AU. Alright I still need a beta so all mistakes are my OWN. This chapter will be short but an update is and update I guess. Real life has been kicking my butt ughh darn overtime when I was supposed to work LESS.

"Living is strife and torment, disappointment and love and sacrifice, golden sunsets and black storms. I said that some time ago, and today I do not think I would add one word." ~ Laurence Olivier Sir

7:37 AM September 14th 2001

Caleb sat near the window in the room, watching the black cloud that continued to rise from the ashes at the terrible scene. He could hear the quiet murmur of Jim's voice as he prayed for Dean, and he could hear all the early morning hospital sounds from the people chatting in the hall as they passed to the quiet chirps from the machines.

The noises were, in a way almost settling. It was good to know life was slowly beginning to move on from this terrible tragedy and things would surely but slowly return to the well- almost 'norm".

The black smoke was forming an almost cloud of sorts over the city, and as he'd walked the scene with his father the previous evening, trying to offer what help they could

. Caleb himself had broke down crying as he saw the rubble, and the sheets thrown haphazardly over certain areas on the street.

He'd seen a lot in his short time as a hunter, but nothing had prepared him for what he would see as he walked amongst the rubble.

There was just…death and destruction and chaos.

Jim's soft-spoken yet firm voice interrupted his thoughts "Caleb? I'm going to run back to the hotel with John and Samuel, to make sure they get their rest and their showers. Would you mind coming over to sit with Dean? He's awake." Jim winked.

"Yea sure" Caleb said as he stood and stretched, he knew Jim would meet up with Sam and John in the cafeteria and get them back to the hotel for the rest that they both so desperately needed.

"Take care of them Jim" Caleb said as the pastor began to leave, "and tell dad I'll see him in a bit when Carville goes off shift." he added as an afterthought.

Jim nodded and then left.

"Thanks." Dean whispered.

"For what? Caleb asked, confused.

"Getting rid of the preacher man…" Dean winked "I know he means well but…prayer isn't exactly what I need right now."

"Then what do you need right now Deuce?" Caleb asked "Because none of us can help you unless you tell us what you need."

Dean closed his eyes and laid his head back into the pillow "I want everything to be like it was…before any of this….minus Sammy being gone. I want to go back to the hunts with dad and…I want this gone…"

Caleb knew Dean was hoping he could forget and move past what happened to him, but Caleb also knew that no matter how hard Dean tried he would never forget what happened and he needed to help his friend deal with it.

"Tell me what happened Dean." Caleb encouraged "Maybe, if you remember it you can work through it and realize you didn't do anything wrong."

"No man…I know I didn't do anything to cause what happened but…the guilt that I'm one of the people to survive out of…of everyone that died is just…so hard to…Why me? I mean why not the pregnant woman that was on the news? Why not the father of four with everything to live for? Why out of all of these people did I survive?" Dean fumed

Caleb was beginning to understand how Dean was feeling and had a better idea now to help his friend.

"Did you want to die Dean?" Caleb asked "Did you want Sammy to have no one to protect him? Did you want all of the innocent people you are going to save some day to die? Did you ever stop and think Deuce, that maybe it was no coincidence you were one of the few survivors?"

Dean stopped to ponder this as Caleb continued to speak, "Maybe…just maybe there is a God deuce and he knows what you're doing saving people and hunting things that could be the difference, the one thing you have yet to notice Dean. You have a purpose and…have such a bright future ahead of you. You will make a difference in SO many peoples' lives!"

"I g-guess I never thought of it that way. I mean…well you know." Dean said

"Yea Deuce, I know." Caleb smiled, glad to see even the tiniest glimmer of the old Dean in the sparkling green depths of his eyes.

The two were silent for a few moments, Dean clearly in thought, and Caleb was watching the muted television.

"H-hey D-d-damien? Dean struggled to get the words out through sudden bursts of pain.

"What is it Deuce?" Caleb asked as he quickly stood and pushed the chair out of the way, reaching for Dean's outstretched hand.

"H-h-rts" Was all Dean was able to say through the waves of pain.

Caleb quickly pushed the call button, yelling when there was no immediate response "I NEED SOME HELP IN HERE!"

He then turned to Dean and whispered "It's alright Deuce, help is on the way."

Mac rushed into the room followed by two nurses "What happened?" he asked "I just came in and heard your shout."

"I'm not sure, we were talking and then he just said my name and something hurts." Caleb stuttered, feeling helpless as his friend's already weakened body shuddered in pain on the bed.

"What is it Dean?" Mac asked, holding the boys head as steady as possible.

"My leg." Dean managed "Ahh!" he cried out and shuddered, his body going limp.

"Dad?" Caleb yelled.

"It's alright son, he just passed out." Mac turned to one of the nurses as he looked under the sheets and at Dean's ankle.

"Kelly, call in Kovach and get OR 2 ready NOW." he turned and didn't wait for her to respond.

"Call John and Sam and let them know I'm taking him to the OR to repair his ankle, it looks like he moved his foot the wrong way and it's starting to heal the wrong way. It's a simple procedure and he'll be fine!" Mac said as they wheeled Dean out of the room.

'This is one call I don't want to make…' Caleb thought to himself as he walked to the nurses station and dialed the number, frowning as he heard the voice pick up after only one ring.

"Hey John…it's Caleb and there is something I gotta tell you….."

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