CULTORTURE

Story by Meilean

Summary: Supernatural Brotherhood AU - Spare time for Dean and Caleb is rare as hunters. When they finally got a little bit, Caleb was hit by a vision. Can they find the evil which came over a young girl at night?

Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke and the wonderful character of Caleb Reaves belongs to Ridley C. James.

A/N: For everyone new to the Brotherhood AU, Dean is called Deuce by Caleb, and Caleb is called Damien by Dean

Rated: M / MA

About Girls

She stumbled on. Her hands clung to an advertising sign. The road was sharp and cut in her bare feet. Something warm and wet ran down her legs. The surroundings started to blur. The impact with the street was hard. She tried to roll on her side, only to roll deeper a few feet into the ditch. There was no asphalt now but cool, wet grass. She breathed deeply in and thought the pain was over, but suddenly hit her again through her whole body. But the longer she lay there the more numb her body felt. Her eyes stared at the grey heaven above. It was breaking dawn. And finally, the pain ended.

Caleb jerked up in bed. Sweat on his whole body. He couldn't breathe. His hitches were heard seconds later by his friend. Dean was immediately on his feet.

"Damien, easy!"

He had both hands on his friend's shoulders to calm him while he was trying to get some air in his lungs. Finally, Caleb Reaves took a deep breath.

"Hey, I got ya Damien. Calm down!"

Dean was at his side now and rubbed the psychics back in circles. Exhausted, he let the headrest on his friend's chest.

"…a…vision…Girl on the…street...she fell. Dawn. Aargh."

His one hand on his acing temple and the other attached to his stomach, he tried to struggle free from the blankets. Dean helped him to get up and to the bathroom, he knew what would happen next.

Reaves let his body slam right before the toilet and choke. After he was done, he rested his head on the bathtub next to him. Dean had left the bathroom and came in with a bottle of water in his outstretched hand.

This was so not the end of their trip to Colorado that Caleb had wished for. The time was rare when he and Dean could have fun together. They were at a nice bar with hot girls and drank a lot. Caleb let Dean go with the long-legged brunette chick. He had his own girl in front of him. A curly red-haired hot one. With really gorgeous boobs. They left the bar not long after Dean and his conquest and headed to the hotel room nearby. He pushed her to the bed and slid his hand under her skirt and enjoyed the touch of her skin under his hands. Her lips were all over him. One hell of a hot night. But now he was good with the memory she left him quickly after their hot sex adventure.

He has to throw up again. Oh, how he hated this! Wasn't having death visions enough. Dean turned out of the way when Caleb bent over the toilet again.

*** The Brotherhood ***

30 minutes later they were on the road. Caleb might have looked weird with sunglasses at night but every flicker hurt his eyes with a sharp sting. "Slow down, this was it."

They had just passed the advertising sign for "Melody's Coffee Shop". Dean killed the engine, got out, and rounded the impala quickly to help his buddy out. Caleb was already climbing out of the car as he noticed Dean's intention. "Hey, I'm not 80! I only have a hell of a headache. Ah."

"Yeah but you sound like 80. Maybe I should get you the wheelchair."

"Shut up asshole!" The smile still in face Caleb looked to both sides of the street. "This way. We have two hours 'til dawn, how far can you get wounded and barefoot? There's no town in this area within the next 80 miles in this direction."

They climbed back into the Impala and shut the squeaking doors. The engine awakened with a dark and round roar. The younger man followed the advice of the psychic. Dean thought about the question. How far would you get? It depends on the injury and your iron will. Maybe one mile, or maybe six he had seen both. Slowly driving up the street with eyes on the roadsides they made two more miles when Caleb grabbed Dean's arm.

"There was a shadow, have you seen it?"

Dean slowed down. The lights of his beloved baby only lit the street and a few feet from the roadside with trees in the background. He drove the black car to the side but left the lights on. Caleb seemed young again and was out of the car in seconds to enlighten the sides of the road with his flashlight.

Grabbing his gun from the holster his hunter instincts told him not to let anything at chance. His boots met the grass mixed with the ground. The sound of cracking branches on his left made him whirl around. The light hit the wild scared gaze of a woman directly and she tried to flee deeper into the forest. The psychic felt her fear and ache.

"Hey, stop it, we're here to help. You're hurt."

She slowed down in her escape and finally stopped. Caleb Reaves stretched out his hand and touched her gently on the shoulder. She was trembling hard.

"Shh, it's ok, we'll help you, don't be afraid."

She turned to Caleb, wearing only a greyish long-shirt. Her brown hair hung in strains into her face, hiding her scared blue eyes. Bruises all over her body. Blood on her lips. He looked down at her naked legs. They were wet and blood was running in a thin line along the inside of her thighs. He came closer to take care of her. But she jerked back when he tried to hold her in place.

"No! Get your hands off me!"

Quickly pulling his hands back he spoke calming words to her. "Easy, we won't hurt you."

"Damien, need help?" Dean shouted from the road, the shine of his lamp lit the scene.

"Everything's fine, stay back." He answered his friend and turned back to the girl again. "This is my friend Dean, I'm Caleb, what's your name?"

"D-Darla"

"Ok Darla, you're bleeding, we have the car right here on the street. We're gonna bring you to the hospital, alright?"

"No, they will see it! No hospital, please!"

"All right calm down, calm down, no hospital. I don't like them either. We can help you with the first aid kit. But let us help you."

She stood still and gave a slight nod. Caleb tried again to take an arm around her shoulder. This time she didn't jerk away, no she collapsed in his arms, unconscious.

"Deuce, get over here." He held her freaking cold body gently tight in his arms.

They brought her to the car and wrapped her in a blanket. Her pulse was slow but constant, no open wounds were to be seen beside the blood on her thighs. Caleb feared knowing the cause. They drove back to the motel room around ten miles back.

TBC…

A/N: What happened to the girl? Can Deuce and Damien help her? Let me know your thoughts.