And now we move on to Caleb :)

I really hope you guys enjoy this!

~TH~

Caleb had just pulled into the motel parking lot when his phone started ringing. He sighed, looking over at the food in the next seat over. John would be ticked if it was cold. Caleb stopped when he saw the caller ID.

"Bobby?" He asked surprised.

"Caleb?"

The man in question frowned. "Sam?"

"Caleb! Have you heard from my dad?"

"Yeah, runt. I'm on a hunt with him. What's wrong?"

"You're with him?! Have you found Dean yet?!"

Caleb stopped, feeling his heart-rate speed up. "Dean's not with you?"

"No! Bobby won't tell me anything and I can't get a hold of Dad!"

"Sam, when did you last see Dean?"

"In New York. Dad said that Dean got lost on a hunt and that he was going to go find him but that was two months ago! I'm really scared, Caleb." The twelve-year-olds voice was soft like it hadn't been in years.

Caleb was officially panicking. Two months was a long time to be missing. Especially when the entire Brotherhood thought that Dean was at Bobby's.

"Don't worry, Sam, I'll get Dean back."

Sam sighed on the other end, putting his complete trust in Caleb. He only hoped it was deserved. "Thanks Caleb."

The food now forgotten, Caleb stormed into the motel room.

"What happened to you, Junior? The waitress turn you down?"

"Where's Dean?" He growled.

"Bobby's?" John said, watching him carefully. "I already told you that."

"No he's not. Sam called. He's worried sick because Dean has been missing on a hunt for two months!"

John sighed, "Should have known Bobby couldn't keep him away from the phone."

"What's going on, John?!"

"Dean got into some trouble up in New York."

"On a hunt?"

"No, with the law."

Caleb felt his heart beat faster. "John, where's Dean?"

"I left him up there."

"Where. Is. He?"

"Probably still sitting in the county jail. I didn't have time to deal with it, Caleb. I couldn't just drop the hunt-"

Caleb didn't let him finish, slamming John against the wall. "You've let him sit in a jail cell for two months and didn't even think to mention it to anyone."

"I didn't mention it," John said, pushing the younger man's hands away, "because I knew you would react like this.

"What'd he do that was so bad that you'd let him stay in police custody for months?!" Caleb had had his fair share of police run-ins. None of them pleasant. The idea of Dean staying in custody for months with no one knowing or caring brought back memories of waking up screaming and white padded walls. He knew it wasn't exactly the same thing, but his mind didn't care.

"He got caught, Caleb. That's what he did."

"Caught doing what?!"

"He was stealing. Stealing bread and peanut butter. Do you know the kind of questions they were going to ask? How much trouble I would have been in?! I couldn't afford that so I took Sam and hightailed it outta there. I couldn't risk losing both of them."

Caleb felt his blood pressure rise with every word. "So your son was so hungry that he was stealing food, so hungry that he got caught! Dean's been a pro at stealing for years and if he got caught there had to have been a reason. And he gets caught. And instead of bailing him out or even showing up you leave him in custody for months?! Why didn't you go back after you dropped off Sam? Or talked to Dad?! He could have done something!"

"Don't tell me how to run my family, Junior. You're not me. You don't know what's best for my kids!"

"I know better than to leave a sixteen year old in jail! What if they sent him to a state penitentiary? Or decided to make him a scapegoat for all 'trouble youths'!?"

"He's fine. He knows how to take care of himself."

"He shouldn't have to!"

"Now you listen to me-" John's tirade was interrupted by a phone going off. With a growl, he whipped it out, glaring at Caleb. "It's Jim."

"Yes?" He didn't succeed in keeping the growl out of his voice.

Caleb could hear Jim's voice from the phone and he knew that whatever was going on, he was ticked.

"No, I didn't but I don't think- I don't need you- an order? Fine, sir. We'll be there by the end of the week."

"Looks like you and your father are getting your way."

Caleb crossed his arms, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Mackland called Jim. Turns out Dean has been moved."

"Where." He growled.

John looked away, guilt setting in his eyes. It made Caleb feel sick. If John was feeling guilty, whatever he was going to say couldn't be good.

"They put him in the system."

Caleb could feel the color drain from his face. "You let them put Dean in the system!" He shouted. His knees nearly gave out at the idea of his little brother stuck with any of the foster parents he'd had.

"He's in a home up there. Some farm for troubled kids."

"A group- he's in a group home?!" Not to mention that the ones for 'troubled kids' were always ten times worse. He'd known some kids to take a prison sentence before allowing themselves to be sent to a troubled kids home.

"He'll be fine, Caleb. They said all I have to do is show up and I can take him. Jim wants me to get him and bring him to his farm. I'll pick up Sam then head to New York."

"You get Sam, I'll get Dean."

"No. Mac already tried, it has to be me."

"Fine. But if you aren't there in a week I'm breaking him out myself."

Caleb grabbed his bag, slamming the door on his way out.

He sat in his jeep, leaning his head against the steering wheel, trying to slow his breathing. He needed to get it together. For Dean if for no other reason.

He ran a hand through his hair, taking a deep breath before pulling out of the motel parking lot.

Five miles down the road had him pulling out his phone to call his dad. Mac was the one who drew it to Jim's attention.

"How's Dean?" The words were leaving his mouth the moment the phone connected.

"He's fine, Caleb. What have you heard?"

"That he got arrested up in New York and John abandoned him there. A group home? Really?"

"Unfortunately it's true. I ran into Dean while in negotiations for a new children's wing in Hurleyville."

"He was in the hospital?!"

"It was the ER. They wouldn't let me talk to him for long but he seemed okay. I'm not sure exactly what happened. I know he got stitches in his arm and he couldn't have been there very long. How did you find out? I told Jim not to tell you. I knew this topic was… sensitive."

"I'm on a hunt with John. Sam actually called me right before Jim called. Sam was told that his brother was lost on a hunt. Two months Dad. He's been in that… place for two months!"

"Dean will be fine, Son."

"But what if he's not? Did you meet the guy he's staying with? Did he say anything?"

Caleb could hear the frown in his father's voice. "He wouldn't let me talk to Dean. He was not very pleased that I was there. All reports I've received about him are positive but-"

"The worst jerks are always the best at fooling people."

Mack sighed, "We'll just have to be there for Dean when he gets back. He seemed okay, he told me not to tell you. He was afraid you'd worry."

"Just like Deuce, worrying about everyone but himself."

"I assume you're heading towards Jim's?"

"Yeah, it's about a day's drive. John's going to pick up Sam from Bobby's first. But I swear if he's not at Jim's by the end of the week-"

"He'll be okay, Caleb. Dean knows how to take care of himself. He'll be okay."

"Everyone keeps saying that but he shouldn't have to take care of himself! I can't believe John would do that! He didn't even care what happened! It was bread Dad! The idea of those kids being hungry enough to steal- it's not right."

"I know, son. But he'll be okay. We'll all be there for him. I'll see you at Jim's."

"Yeah. I'll see ya." He slammed the phone shut and pounded on the steering wheel. If anything had happened to Dean he was going to kill John.

~TH~

I really wanted Caleb to freak out about it. His time in the system wasn't the greatest and I think the idea of Dean spending any time in it would freak him out. And I decided to write John not knowing that he was there because it felt better and I also doubted he was regularly checking in on Dean but I don't know.

Please let me know what you think!

God bless,

Jamie