Day 2 - Failed Rescue Attempt

Whumpee: Dean
Caretaker: Caleb
Other Characters: John, Mac, and Jim

Dean is 15
Sam is 12
Caleb is 23

Yeah I wrote this but I haven't even reread it because I really don't like it lol. Like I just do not vibe. But it's here and hopefully you get some enjoyment out of it. Sorry for any mistakes it was written very quickly with no beta.

~TH~

Dean had been gone for five days. Five days and they just now found out where he was. And Caleb was going to kill the monster that had taken him. The monster, in this case, was fully human Jarrison Keiger. Despite what Pastor Jim and Mac had tried to convince him, he knew that this was very much his fault. All of it.

John had no qualms placing the blame. Even Sam seemed to question if Caleb was at fault. And it was. If Caleb had just given the man what he wanted, then Dean would be kissing Janice under the bleachers, not missing for nearly a week trapped with a psychopath.

Caleb couldn't be sure what the true reason for taking Dean was. He supposed it was for the information, no one knew Caleb better than Dean except for Mac. And a fifteen year old was somewhat easier to kidnap than a world renowned father and Scholar of the Brotherhood.

John had been out of town when Dean was nabbed walking to school. The target had been Dean and only Dean as the event happened after dropping Sam off at school. Caleb hadn't noticed the immediate loss of connectivity with Dean until he'd checked for it. Even his father could draw nothing past dropping Sam off for school. It was as though Dean dropped off the psychic radar. Two days of frantic searching later, a letter arrived at the Farm explaining that Caleb's assistance was no longer needed as the position had been filled. Jarrison Keiger had Dean.

Jarrison Keiger, a doctor, if you could call him that, was an associate of Mackland Ames. Even as a teen, Caleb could remember his father adamantly telling him that they were in no way friends. In fact, he had been instructed to not speak with the doctor.

Doctor wasn't the right word. He was more of a sadistic scientist.

He'd taken a special interest in Caleb from the first time they'd met. Caleb had asked Mac if the other man had psychic abilities. Mac had frowned and said he'd never been able to get a clear reading on Keiger. Even once Caleb had truly come into his abilities he hadn't been able to read the man. His energy was off. That's all Caleb could really say.

So when Jarrison reached out the previous month, asking for Caleb's assistance, he had politely refused. The man insisted, asking for blood samples and asking him questions regarding his abilities. Caleb had immediately cut off all contact with the man. He should have told Mac or even Jim about the conversation. He hadn't. And now Dean was paying the price.

"We can't just wait here and do nothing!" John barked, slamming his first on the table. Caleb flinched slightly, hoping the man's raging wouldn't wake up the sleeping eleven year old upstairs.

"We're not doing nothing, Jonathan." Jim appeased, "But we can't just rush in and expect everything to end well. For us or for Dean."

Caleb scowled, "We have the location. The man is alone. Why outnumber him."

"You." John pointed accusingly, "Don't get a say in this."

Mac shot John a murderous look before turning to his son. "We'll go after him soon, I promise. But we need to wait until everything is in place."

"We have no clue what he's doing to Dean! You know what kind of a man he is!"

"I do. Better than most. But that doesn't mean anything is happening. It could just be a ploy to get at you."

"If what he wants his me than he can have me!" Caleb snapped, "I offered as much to him and he turned it down!"

"I think it's time we get some sleep." Jim rose to his feet, ending the discussion. "We can further discuss this in the morning."

"But Jim-"

"Good night, Caleb." The pastor responded kindly.

"Whatever." Caleb grumbled, pushing away and stomping upstairs. He was acting like the boy the Triad often accused him of being but he didn't care.

He was going after Dean. Tonight.

He packed everything he felt that he would need, then crawled into bed. He'd give it a few more hours.

Just as Caleb was considering making his move, there was a knock on the door. Caleb feigned sleep. The door opened.

There was a sigh. "Don't kid yourself, Junior. Get your go bag and lets get out of here."

Caleb sat up, "What's your game Johnny?"

"My game is that my sun is in the hands of a psychopath. Again. Last time we were almost too late. I'm not taking any chances."

Caleb nodded, offering a prize grin. "Operation lets get Dean back."

John rolled his eyes. "I'll be in the car."

~SPN~

The building wasn't what Caleb was expecting. He had been expecting a stereotypical warehouse in the middle of nowhere. What he found instead was the old hospital. It had only been closed for a few weeks, all the staff and patience having been moved to the new building.

"You picking up anything?" John asked from the Impala's driver seat.

Caleb reached out, trying to feel something, anything. He didn't. He shook his head. "The place must be warded."

John nodded. "Let's go."

As they approached the entrance, the sliding doors whooshed open. Caleb didn't like this. Something felt off. But Dean was in there. And Deuce would always win out over any apprehension.

"I'll start at the top. You start here. We'll meet half way." Caleb suggestion.

"No. We stick together." John commanded. "Mac's right, we can't risk him getting both of you."

Caleb wanted to object, but knew he would never win when John was in hunt mode.

The first two floors were completely empty. The third is where things started to get interesting.

"Caleb-" John breathed, stopping at a door. Caleb jogged over from a few doors down. As soon as he reached the door, he felt his heart sink. There was blood. Blood on the bed. Blood on the floor. Blood on the operating instruments. It looked to be about a day old. But more than just the blood was the pile of clothes in the corner.

Caleb took a few slow steps towards the pile before reaching down to pick it up. They were Dean's. Not only his clothes, but his necklace. His bracelets. Everything that was Dean was in this pile on the floor. There was blood on them too.

John took a step forward while Caleb swallowed down his rising dinner.

"Can you feel him? Anything?"

Caleb closed his eyes, concentrating on the tiny thread that had become his connection with Dean. It sparked.

"H-he's alive." And Caleb could have cried when he felt it. "That's all I-"

"Of course he's alive. " A voice behind them spoke. Both hunters spun around, shocked that someone had gotten the drop on them. "Despite what your father has told you, my license was never fully revoked. I can keep my patients alive."

"Deuce," Caleb breathed. Jarrison was standing in the doorway. Dean was in front of him, being held by the arm. He looked… awful. There were dark circles under his far too pale face. He looked somehow smaller than the last time Caleb had seen him.

"What did you do to him?!" John raged forward.

Dean flinched in his captor's grasp. Keiger brushed his hand over Dean's hair, softly shushing the teen.

Caleb growled. "Get your hands off him!"

"Now Caleb," The man said condescendingly. "There's no need to get worked up. Dean is fine, see? In fact. I might say he's even better than he was before." The smile on the man's face had Caleb's heart racing.

"What. Did. You. Do." John growled again.

"Really I should be thanking you, Caleb. Things worked out far better than I could have imagine. While you would have been an interesting study, it's nothing compared to what Dean here could offer." He ran a hand down Dean's cheek.

Dean tensed and closed his eyes but didn't react otherwise. Something was very very wrong.

"Get your hands off him!" Caleb hissed.

Jarrison looked at him for a moment, squinting as he cocked his head slightly. "Alright." He finally said. He completely released Dean. But Dean didn't move. "I have no weapons gentleman. Caleb," He took a step back, waving towards Dean.

Dean was still standing with his eyes closed, his breathing was slightly jagged. Caleb approached with a glance towards John.

"Hey Deuce," He said slowly, "What do you say we get out of here, huh?"

No reaction.

"Dean?" he said quietly, now standing directly in front of the teen. "If you don't look at me I'm going to cause a huge chick flick moment that I'll never let you live down."

Nothing.

"Deuce?" Caleb tentatively reached out, cupping Dean's face.

That got a reaction.

Dean's eyes snapped open. He looked at Caleb with wide eyes letting out a scream. He stumbled back, falling into Jarrison's waiting arms. Caleb took a step back, not sure what was happening. Dean was beginning to hyperventilate. The boy clutched his head, collapsing to his knees.

"Fascinating." Jarrison whispered, laying Dean on his side as he began to shake. "I didn't expect such a strong reaction." Then seemingly to himself, "Then again it could be in reaction to the demon blood."

Dean was in full on convulsions now, making a rough choking sound. Caleb didn't know what to do.

"What did you do?!" This time John's question was addressed at Caleb.

"I-I-," he stammered.

"I hate to interrupt." Jarrison spoke up.

"You," Just spat, bringing his gun to the man's head. "You did this."

"Hmm, yes. Well technically Caleb triggered it but I have a feeling that matters little to you. So go ahead. Shoot me." He raised his arms. "Do it and your boy will die."

"Fix him."

The scientist let out a harsh laugh, "Don't you see? That's what I've been trying to do! Fix him. Bring him to his full potential!"

"He's dying!" Caleb shrieked.

"Yes, yes, just a minor setback. I'm sure I can correct it."

"Then correct it!" John said through clenched teeth.

"Not until you leave."

"We're not leaving." Caleb was determined not to leave Dean here alone. Especially knowing just what kind of shape he was in.

"Yes. You are." Jarrison continued. "We can stand around arguing about it or I can save Daen's life. But I'm not lifting a finger until you are off the premise."

"I'll kill you. I swear I'll shoot you dead right now."

"Do it." He over enunciated his t . "And the boy will die. And not in a pleasant way. It could be hours. Could be minutes. But regardless, he's in pain and will continue as such until he's dead or until you leave and allow me to attend him. You've served your purpose."

They'd been baited. Jarrison had always known they were there. He'd wanted him to touch Dean and test whatever… this was.

"Caleb-"

"No."

"Caleb, we have to leave."

"Listen to the Knight, boy. Deuce doesn't have much time before there's irreparable damag

Angry tears burned in his eyes as he watched Dean. He was no longer convulsing, it was more like… twitching. If it weren't for the occasional whimper or choked scream breaking through, he would think that Dean was already dead.

Caleb looked away, "Fine." His voice cracked.

As he made his way towards the door he crouched down beside Dean, making sure not to touch him despite how much he wanted to. "I'm coming back, okay? We'll figure this out. I promise Deuce." His hand hovered over the boy before he jerked it away, straightened, and walked forcefully towards the exit.

(to be continued in day 7)

~TH~

Hopefully Day 7 will be better because this was actually added after I planned day 7 because I had no idea but needed to write something for this day.

Please comment if you liked this one tho. It's still whump even if it's not my best.

God bless,

Jamie