A/N: Thank you all for your kind reviews.

I was absolutely happy about them. You are amazing! Now have fun with Mac and Caleb at the farm. I hope I hit the character of Jim well enough. I never wrote Jim's POV before. Let me know what you think about it.

I have no medical education at all so all mistakes about that are mine. I'm not sure if Caleb would recover that fast or if it is okay that they go on a vacation now. I tried to tie it as best as possible into the story but I didn't want him to end for longer in hospital either. So this is in no way a suggestion what would be best for a bruised kidney. :-)

Dark Side - Chapter 4 - The Hunterstomb

CALEB

The night was wearing. Caleb woke several times from the pain. He tossed and turned to find a comfortable position. Mac told him it was important that he drank enough so that his kidney can work and detox. This led to having to pee more often which was painful. The pain in his back was still there. Caleb refused first to tell Mac about it. He was too scared that Mac would beg him to go back to the hospital. At around 4 am he couldn't bear it anymore and walked over to his father.

"Dad?" He asked, knocking at Mac's bedroom door.

A tired "Yeah," came from inside.

Caleb pushed the door open. Mac sat in bed and had already switched the night lamp on, sleepIly running a hand over his eyes.

"Caleb, are you alright?" Mac blinked several times.

The boy had nearly started crying from exhaustion and suffering. "Dad, can I take some more painkillers?"

Mac glanced at the clock. "It's already four? It's been eight hours since your last pain med. Why didn't you wake me earlier? Is the pain worse than in the afternoon?"

Caleb shook his head. "I just can't sleep for long."

Mac came over, giving Caleb an encouraging pad on the shoulder. Don't worry. You don't have to go back to the hospital because it still hurts. You don't have to suffer. Come on, Caleb, I'll give you some more Tylenol and it will get better in the next 20 minutes. It's not unusual that it hurts. But we have to go to the check-up tomorrow, okay?"

Caleb sat down on his bed, taking the medicine Mac offered him.

His father sat down next to his bed on the chair, opening his doctor's bag. "Let me check your vitals, okay?" Mac didn't wait for an answer but took his blood pressure and his pulse. He nodded satisfied and noted the values for the doctor in the hospital later. "Try to sleep a few more hours. Your body needs rest to heal. I'll stay here with you, okay?"

Caleb slid under the blankets again. Mac spread the Quilt from his grandmother over him for some more comfort. He sighed in relief under the care. "Thank you, dad - for everything. I don't know why you're still on my side."

Mac smiled, running a hand through Caleb's hair. "It's unconditional love, son."

*** Brotherhood ***

MACKLAND

Caleb felt better in the morning. Good enough that Mac decided to clean his locker in school and get Jim a book he had ordered.

He went to the old bookstore near Central park west. It was nothing extraordinary but the owner had connections to get some really old unique tomes.

After that, he entered the school building. He hadn't told the principal he would come. He didn't need the man's company to do what he had planned. It was between classes and he would not meet any of the students. Mac took the envelope from his inside jacket pocket and headed towards the secretary's office.

Knocking at the door with a big glass window, Mrs. Tibin winked to enter.

"Good morning, Mrs. Tibin. I just wanted to hand in Caleb's exmatriculation. He will not come back to this school. Can you tell me where his locker is? I wanted to clear it."

The woman looked but took the envelope and told him the lock number 152.

Mac walked along the empty hallway until he found the row from 130 to 160. He couldn't believe it when he saw the black locker. "Oh, Caleb," he whispered, "you should have told me how bad it was."

Sighing, Mac saw the combination lock and scolded himself that he hadn't asked Caleb what the combination was. "How stupid can a neurosurgeon be?" Mac rubbed his forehead while he tried to think what Caleb could have chosen. "How stupid can a neurosurgeon and Scholar be?" Mac rubbed his forehead while he tried to think what Caleb's locker combination could be.

First, he tried His son's birthday, then Dean's. He even tried Sam's and his own. Nothing worked. This was stupid. He should just go to the secretary and call his son. But another thought brushed his mind. "He would not, would he?" Mackland typed in 0211 and the lock was open. "What a meaningful date," he mused.

*** Brotherhood ***

CALEB

Doctor Williams was pleased with Caleb's test results and they were out of the hospital in the late afternoon. As long as no complications would occur they could go on their trip to Jim tomorrow. Though Dr. Williams suggested that Mac should bring Caleb for a checkup at the weekend to the hospital in Louisville.

Caleb flinched but as long as he would be spending Christmas and his birthday with the Winchesters on the farm, he would survive another day in the hospital in Louisville.

*** Brotherhood ***

JIM

"Mackland! Caleb! Over here!" Jim shouted over the crowd of people now flocking in the gateway of Louisville airport.

Caleb looked in his direction first. A wide smile spread over the boy's face. Jim was glad Mac had taken the offer and had come with Caleb for a longer visit. The boy could use some time under friends where he could be himself after what Mac had told him.

Mac guided Caleb around the other people, shielding him from the masses of people. "Jim! Good to see you, old friend." The two men hugged, smiling and patting their shoulders.

"Mackland! Glad you two are here." Then Jim turned to Caleb. "Welcome, my boy!'' You grow every time I see you." The pastor pulled Caleb into a careful hug too.

The drive to the farm was filled with laughter and plans for what to do on the farm. Jim was in a Christmas mood and the radio was playing the season's songs. Jim glanced from time to time into the rearview mirror to watch Caleb's reactions to his plans. With every mile, Caleb seemed to relax a bit more. Sure it could also be Atticus Finch's benefit who was cuddling with the teen in the backseat. Anyway, Jim was happy to see Caleb relax.

Pastor Jim stopped his old truck in the yard of the farmhouse.

Caleb opened the door for the Golden Retriever and followed him a bit slower over a muddy snow mix covering the gravel of the yard.

Jim got out too, looking at the two heading inside. "Never underestimate the power of a pawed friend, Mackland."

"Maybe Atticus could make an excellent therapy dog, ever thought about that?"

"Actually, yes.'' It's the reason why I take him with me to some parishioner visits. He lightens the mood, especially when the reason is not a good one." Jim took out Caleb's duffle and led the way inside. "I made apple pie, it's best when warm," he said, twinkling to Mac when he opened the door of the veranda.

Comfortable warmth mixed with Cinnamon and apple cake smell embraced them at home. Caleb had taken a seat at the kitchen table studying the thousand pieces puzzle Jim had started a few days ago. The edge was finished and he had started bringing the other parts into a raw order. "Ah, Caleb already found the reason why we have to eat at the coffee table," he smiled, pointing to the other side of the room where the small table was set with Emma's china for three people.

Jim came closer to the teen. "Don't worry, if you like, you can help me, I got stuck somewhere, my boy."

"Why not? But first I need a piece of pie for concentration, Jim." Caleb got up and hissed somewhat.

"Maybe you should rest first. The puzzle won't run away," Jim said, smiling a bit worried at their young charge.

*** Brotherhood ***

JIM

George Washington's and Abe Lincoln's heads were already finished when Caleb glanced up from the puzzle. "Why did you decide on Mount Rushmore, Jim? Every rock-piece looks the same." Caleb sighed and leaned back from their work for a moment.

"I know it is hard to find a fitting piece. But sometimes a unique part draws your attention and you think 'this one is really special'," Mac grabbed one piece and studied the box with the picture of Mount Rushmore. "You check out where in the whole picture it has to be placed. And when you finally made out the right spot you place it there." Jim put the piece to some others looking the same. "Maybe there have already been other pieces of the same bunch but they did not match. But then you connect the new one to another and suddenly the whole section fits together, everything is clicking into place and you are a step closer to your goal. To finish the picture." He connected the new piece to another and the rest fit in building Jefferson's eye section. Jim smiled musing about the meaning of Caleb for the future of the Brotherhood. He had been connected to Mac's life and it couldn't have fitted better. Then Mac and Caleb had visited John and Jim finally saw the picture getting clearer.

Caleb looked at him unsure. "We're still talking about puzzle pieces, right?"

"Sure, my boy, what else?" but Jim couldn't hide a faint smile while he was yawning. "Let's call it a day. You need your rest. Mackland is already asleep, look,'' Jim nodded at the recliner where Mac had fallen asleep with a magazine on his lap.

Caleb whispered. "I was hardly able to sleep the last two nights. He sat at my bedside every night for a few hours. We should let him sleep, don't you think?"

Jim smiled at the teen. "Yeah, I think you're right. And you should head to bed, too. You need to rest. If you feel like it, I could use a hand tomorrow."

"I will not clean out the horse stalls. But maybe I could feed the chickens."

"I actually hadn't thought about the animals but I could use some help with the old hunter's journals. They are all mixed up. I want to bring them in a chronological order."

*** Brotherhood ***

CALEB

Jim had taken Caleb with him to the chickens. The movement was enough to exhaust the teen. Jim told him to rest while he prepared breakfast. Mac made sure Caleb took his medicine. Caleb was grateful that it did its job and stopped the still annoying pain.

After breakfast, they went to a separate room in the back of Jim's house to categorize the hunter journals by date. Jim usually kept the room locked. It was the first time Caleb was really inside. The room had many shelves along the walls, most of them already filled with books. On one wall something like a wardrobe was placed which was also secured with a padlock. In the middle stood a huge oval table with eight chairs.

As cool as the room was, the work was somewhat boring, especially since Caleb was hardly able to make out most of the handwriting in them. The successors usually noted the date of death on the journal's last page, so it was easier to bring them into a logical order. Jim had a shelf section for Triad-ones and another for Brotherhood members.

They worked for over an hour. While stacking the books Caleb had time to think about a cool name for the room. The table in the middle brought him to think of King Arthur's round table. But calling it Camelot was a bit overkill. The dates of deaths left a somewhat uneasy feeling in Caleb. He didn't want to but had to think that Mac's, Jim's and John's journals would end here sometime in the future.

Mac must have sensed something because he came over and put a hand on Caleb's shoulder. "Are you alright, Caleb? Are you in pain? You look a bit pale."

Caleb blinked once. "Uhm, no … no, I'm fine. I just was in … thoughts."

"About what?" Mac asked.

"Actually about a fitting name for this room. I mean it is like the center of a super secret organization. It should have a name, like the Batcave or something like that."

Jim started laughing. "Well if you find a good one, let me know. Maybe we can name it then and even attach some traps in the hallway."

Caleb turned to Jim. "That would be really cool. Like in Indiana Jones," he smiled, returning to his work.

Ten minutes later Caleb sighed frustrated. Something didn't fit together here. "Jim, there is a gap in the Triad's Journals. Shouldn't they all be here? At least one Triad is missing in the time between 1824 to 1845."

"I'm glad you took your task so seriously. Let me see…" Jim studied the books himself. "You're right. Hm, sometimes journals simply get lost."

Mac got up, walking over to a drawer shelf. "That is interesting. I'm sure I saw a list of the Triad members of the past generations. Hm. Let me see if I can find it." The Scholar opened several drawers until he triumphantly held up a small notebook. "Ah, this is it." He studied the pages before he looked at Caleb. "Did you find a journal of a Samuel Colt, Cole Tanner, or maybe a Daniel Wilmington?"

Caleb went again through the journals he had put on the stack of the 19th and 20th centuries. Maybe he had switched one in the other stack unintentionally. "No, there is none. But I recall the name Wilmington, I have seen it somewhere." He looked at the books already ordered on the shelf. "Here is a 'Wade Wilmington' one."

Mac scratched over his beard stubbles again looking in his list. "Yes, a Wade Wilmington was Guardian from 1817 - 1838. Maybe the other Wilmington was a family member because he was his successor." The Scholar neatly put the notebook back in its place in the drawer. "Leave a gap, maybe we'll find them later."

Caleb went on with his task. "Did you read them all, Dad?" he asked with curious interest.

Mac smiled at him. "Not all, but there are some interesting ones."

"I bet," Caleb rolled his eyes. "Your Scholar-heart is jumping from joy."

Mac gave Caleb the look. "Well, if you rather do Maths, I have your books with me. But I thought we would start homeschooling on Monday."

Caleb had no intention to do anything concerning school. "No, Dad, I'm fine here with the old books." The teen hurried to return to the other journals on the desk, further brooding about a good name. If the journals were all that was left of these men, all brave, and few would ever know their names, it was something like a shrine, a tomb maybe. He played with the word. Huntersshrine or Hunterstomb … hm … that could work.

"How about we call it Hunterstomb? I mean all the stories of their lives rest here. It would honor them at least a bit and doesn't lack a kind of coolness either." Caleb suggested.

Jim thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. "I think that's a good choice. Hunterstomb it is." The phone started ringing and Jim added while getting up, "Ah this must be Missouri, I asked her to come to visit us. Maybe she can help Caleb with his newfound ability."

TBC

A/N: I hope I didn't bore you with this chapter. I'm fascinated about the past Triads ;-) And asked me why Jim's secret room has this name.

Research Side Notes: (Mistakes are mine)

1790 - 1814: Charles Rutherford's Triad

1817 - 1838: Wade Wilmington's Triad (Wade Wilmington, Mike Campbell, Bastian Summers, George Harris)

1838 - 1850: Missing Journals of Daniel Wilmington, Cole Tanner, Samuel Colt, Malachi Harris (Wild West Triad)

1860 - 1879: (Scholar) Dr. James Singer's (Bobby's family)

1860 - 1945 = 3 other Triads - unknown to the reader and the writer, but the journals are in the Tomb.

1945 - 1985: Smith's Triad

1985 - current date: James Murphy's Triad