Whumpee: Dean

Caretaker: Caleb

Other Characters: Sam

Episode: Home s1e9

Another really short one. Most of these probably will be but it's still content lol. This one is kind of jumbled but it's intentionally that way.

This episode was hard to fit into the Brotherhood because of how uncompliant with the plot it is lol.

Anyway, please enjoy!

~TH~

Dean was spiraling. There was no way. No way. Sure, Sam had always been different. He'd always been sensitive to psychic tendencies but he'd never… this was Caleb level crap. These were psychic visions. Sensitive nothing.

And now… now they were on their way home. The only place that had ever been a home. The place Dean had sworn he would never go back to.

Sam was still watching him, looking for any condemnation. Sure, Dean was freaked out. But his best friend was a psychic; it certainly wasn't going to affect his view of his brother. But… but it was all too much. He needed a minute to regroup.

"Finishing packing up I'm going to go grab us some grub."

His hand was on the door when Sam's voice reached him. "Dean…"

"We'll figure it out. This doesn't change anything." Even though it definitely changed everything. Did the Brotherhood know? Did Dad?

Sam nodded still looking like a kicked puppy, but Dean was too busy focusing on breathing to be able to give proper comfort.

He tried not to slam the door behind him but he honestly wasn't sure how successful he was. He was on autopilot. Get in the Impala. Start her up. Pull out. Drive.

Dean didn't know where he was going. Just that he needed to be away. Who knew that after months of wanting nothing more than to not be alone, he'd just want a moment by himself. He pulled off at a random road and got out of the car. He began pacing beside her. Trying to think. Trying to process. Sam was having visions. True, I dreamt it, it happened the exact same way, visions. And now he was dreaming about home. Dean's home. Sam wouldn't remember it but… but it was home and he couldn't go back there. It was all too much at once.

Dad wouldn't answer even if he called, he decided, pulling out his phone and flipping it open. There was no point in that. Jim? He hadn't exactly been checking in with the Brotherhood on a regular basis. And he couldn't just start spouting off Sam's secret. That crossed out Mac too. As helpful as he would be… he just couldn't deal with the Scholar right then.

But he had to talk to someone and deep down, Dean knew who it was going to be before he even opened the phone.

The first call went through to voicemail. Dean's hands were beginning to shake. Even if Sam was having visions not every one of them would come true, right? They didn't have to go.

The second call rang through but also ended at voicemail. Sure Caleb never talked about the visions that didn't come true but that was because they were pointless. Not worthy of conversation. Not because every single vision came true. The women in the house, in his house would be fine.

The third call answered on the second ring. "What's wrong?" Caleb was out of breath, and his voice spoke of all of the hidden fear and panic Dean was feeling.

"Do all your visions come true?" He blurted out, his mind so jumbled he couldn't straighten out why he was calling.

"What?"

"Every time you have a vision, does it happen?"

"What? I mean- yeah, I guess. They're typically recurring until it happens or whatever I'm seeing is taken care of."

"But not all your dreams are visions. Some of them are just… just dreams." His panic was rising. He couldn't go back there. He just couldn't. He didn't care. He didn't care about the new family living in his house. He didn't care what was in it. If it was the thing that killed his mother and Jessica then he wanted to be as far away from it as possible.

"Yeah- Deuce, what's this about? What's wrong?"

All the tension he was feeling couldn't be held back. "Did you know?!"

"Know what? Dean-"

"That my brother is a friggin' psychic!" He exploded, finishing with a heaving breath.

The silence on the other end sent a different kind of sting. He slowly slid down the side of the impala, running a hand through his hair.

"You did." He sighed.

"Dean-"

"Does the Triad know? Does Dad?"

"Dean listen-"

"Was there an article about it in the Winchester's Lives Are A Wreck Weekly and no one told me?"

"Dean!"

The man in question stopped. He stayed silent until Caleb continued.

"It's never been a secret that Sam was… gifted."

"Gifted? Yes. Brilliant? Yes. Sensitive ? Yes. Psychic? No ."

Caleb sighed. "Tell me what happened? Are we talking telekinesis, telephethy-"

"Visions, Caleb. We're talking seeing things before they happen!"

Silence was heavy on the other end. "Did he- did he see Jess-"

"Yes! I mean he's just now deciding to tell me but apparently he had them for weeks before it happened and he had another one last night and- I can't do it, Damien."

Caleb's voice became slightly panicked, misunderstanding Dean's distress. "Woah, man. Can't do what? Deuce, you've been dealing with me for years. I get it, it sucks, it's sudden, but he's still Sam."

"I can't go home, Damien. I promised I'd never go back there. I can't just- go! And just because Sam says something is in the house? They should have let the stupid place burn. It's their fault for moving into the stupid place."

"Home? Lawrence? Sam had a vision about your house in Lawrence?"

"He-he thinks- he thinks it might be-"

"The demon that killed Jessica."

"And mom." he added in a whisper.

"You don't have to go back. I can take care of it."

"No! I don't want you-" anywhere near there . And wow that felt stupid.

"There are other hunters, Dean. Call Jim. We can tell him that I had a vision."

Dean let out a sigh he hoped didn't sound too much like a sob. "Sam will never go for it. It's his vision. He'll want to see it through. Especially if it is connected to the demon."

"I can come down. I don't like the idea of you guys facing this thing alone. Especially if it is the demon- "

"Forget it. I'll figure something out." But he knew it came out less reassuring and more in need of reassurance.

"Dean, I know you're probably freaked out right now. But everything's going to be okay. Just take a breath, man."

"My psychic brother just told me I had to go back to a house I swore I'd never return to to possibly face the thing that killed my mom. How is any of this okay!?"

"It's going to be okay because you've still got me and Sam is still Sam even if his psychic powers have finally come out in full force. And as for the house… I really don't think you should go at this alone. We know Johnny's been looking into demons and wanted you left out of it."

Dean felt drained. He couldn't continue this conversation. He shouldn't have even started it. Caleb was firmly on John's side in this instance and Dean didn't have the energy to argue it.

"I'll call you when we know what's going on."

"Deuce-'

"And keep this between us, yeah? Shouldn't be hard, it seems you've had lots of practice keeping secrets over the years."

"Dean-"

Dean didn't let him finish, shutting the phone. He was too angry, too confused, too tired to listen anymore.

He needed to grab some food and get back to Sam. Dean Winchester was going back home.

~TH~

Dean is just stressed rn lol. Valid too. Like suddenly finding out your brother was psychic while being told he had to return to the place of his trauma? Yeah that's rough.

And keeping secrets for Dean's sake is common in the Brotherhood and it's always frustrated me.

Let me know what you thought!

Tomorrow's covers a dark topic but I hope you guys will like it.

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Jamie