Guys this writing 200 words a day has been a game changer. It seems like not that much but it's a springboard for writing more on top of a little progress better than none.

So I have like most of the next 5 chapters written.

This one was not originally like this in my plan but it ended up like this and I think I like it.

Hope you enjoy!

~TH~

The fact that Caleb had been standing outside and Dean had not gone with him felt odd. Hadn't that been what Dean had wanted? Caleb coming to save him? So why did it feel so wrong when it happened.

He hadn't meant to lash out. But he'd seen Caleb standing there and all of the hate and anger and fear seemed to bubble up. Every angry thought he'd ever had towards anyone was focused firmly on Caleb.

And yet it also felt like it never happened.

Dean knocked on the large oak door, waiting for Whiteman to call to him.

"Hello, Dean." The man said as Dean took a seat in one of the chairs in front of the desk. "Are you ready to sacrifice?"

Dean nodded hesitantly.

"You have questions?"

"It's just- was Caleb actually here?" It wouldn't be the first time he'd had weird dreams or hallucinations. The pills kept away the worst of it but sometimes…

"He was, and I'm sorry he tried to force you to leave."

"Well- he didn't force me-"

"But he would have. I was protecting you. I ensured he could not take you away from me."

Dean bit his lip, shifting slightly. "But what if I had wanted to go. Could I have?"

"Of course, Dean. I told you," The gentle tone of the man almost seemed condescending this time. Or maybe Caleb's visit was screwing with his head. "I will never force you to stay here. But you know that this is what is best for you, right? I would never do something that would intentionally harm you. I feed you and care for you more than your Brotherhood ever has, am I correct?"

"Well… yeah. It just feels… weird. Seeing him again. I didn't think he would come for me. Maybe I shouldn't have lashed out-"

"Dean." Whiteman said firmly, "I want you to think about what you are saying. Caleb did come, yes. But it took him three weeks. Three weeks where for all he knew you could have been dead. And yet he still didn't come. Think of how easily you found me, could not he have found me just as easily? He did not want to come. None of the Triad did. He likely wants something from you. To use you. Or perhaps it's your father or your Guardian who wants you back. It's a wonder they've survived without you seeing as how they practically use you as a slave." He paused, cocking his head. "Or perhaps all you've told me has been a lie?"

"No!" Dean was quick to counter. He didn't remember ever truly discussing the Brotherhood with Mr. Whiteman but he didn't remember a lot of what happened since he'd first come. He knew he was missing time as everything seemed to blur together, but he was happy. And he was willing to accept anything as payment for that. "I would never lie to you! You're right, you're right- I just- I don't know. Seeing him made me feel things. Normally the pills keep me from feeling but-"

"Caleb has a strong psychic presence. It likely interfered. I do not blame you, Dean. None of this is your fault. It is not uncommon to feel drawn to the life that you left, but it is necessary to remember why you left and should never return."

"You're right. You're right." He repeated. "I'm ready to sacrifice now." Dean stood up, quickly striding to where he knew the room would be. Whiteman followed, opening the door and allowing Dean in first.

The young hunter didn't wait. He took the knife and without hesitation moved it across his arm. He held it over the bowl, watching it pool at the bottom.

The blood flowed freely and Dean stood transfixed as it filled the bowl, rising above the marked line. Dean didn't stop, squeezing his hand into a fist, relishing the pain and the release it brought.

"That's enough Dean." Whiteman's hand covered his own, and when it was removed, there was only a thin scar where the cut had been.

Dean felt lightheaded and stumbled a step backward.

"No- no I can give more."

"There's no need-"

"No! No I need- need to prove- prove that I'm loyal- I won't- I won't go back with them. I want to stay with you! Don't leave me!"

Dean felt near hysterics, his heart felt like it would beat out of his chest. The room was spinning slightly and he could hear constant drumming in his ears. He didn't understand what was happening. Why his mind and boy were suddenly rebelling against him.

Strong arms gripped his shoulders. "Dean, take deep breaths. I am right here. I will not leave you and you will not leave me. I believe you but you do not need to prove anything to me. I will love you for who you are, not what you can give to me. I am not like your former family. I promise."

A shuddering breath was all Dean could manage before his legs gave out.

Whiteman caught him, lowering him to the ground. "There we go, now rest. I will still be here when you awaken."

As if obeying a command, his mind shut off and he fell asleep.

~SPN~

Caleb didn't know how to feel. Dean's rejection had caught him by surprise. It pained him in an almost physical way. John had wanted to take him by force, but there was no way to accomplish it without casualties. Especially since they didn't know how to kill the Entetee yet.

Whiteman was powerful. Caleb could attest to that.

All resources were being put into finding a way to kill the thing. There had to be a way. Anything could be killed. If not a conventional death, then thrown into chasm for eternity. They weren't feeling picky.

The pain hit him like an ACME anvil had been dropped on his head. He was really getting sick of this. They needed to get Dean back just so his powers could go back to normal. His knees gave out and he barely caught himself before face planting.

"Caleb?" he heard his father's voice as a hand touched his back.

His connection with Dean was gone, but it was more painful than it had been last time. It was like his brain was being seared. That invisible string that connected him to Dean hadn't been snapped, it was like it was being pulled, ripped away. A tug of war with Dean's placement in his life.

He cried out, going to his elbows and pressing his forehead into the ground, feelings tears sting his eyes. He thought he might have heard his name again, but the world was fading.

"Hello, Caleb." The voice was accompanied by a man appearing in the midst of pitch blackness.

It took a moment for Caleb to recognize him. "Whiteman. Where are we?"

"Why inside your mind, boy. Though, you're not the one I came to speak to, we've already had our conversation. I simply need to borrow your body."

Caleb let out a harsh laugh. "Yeah right. You can head back to your little fortified castle and get out of my head! Use your own body if you're so desperate to talk."

"You see, it is unsafe for me to exit my haven at this time. And as I'm sure you are aware, your inhabitance is fully warded. This was the most convenient for me, I'm sure you understand. Now if you would please stop fighting me. "

"And yet you still didn't get the message." This was his mind. So why did he feel like he was getting weaker.

"Dean's connection to you is very strong. And when that connection ends, it is like a beacon was being shined directly to you. It was easy to ride the- oh what did you refer to it as? String?"

The loss Caleb had felt only moments before he was thrust into this blackness came back. "He better not be dead or so help me-"

"He is not dead." Whiteman smiled. "But he is mine. They all are."

"I will get him back. All of them. You lied to them, but I'll make them see the truth. You can't have them!"

"Don't you understand?" The Entetee's eyes sparked a deep gold. His form took on a menacing edge, replacing the docile old man he had been up until this point. "They're mine. You can't force them away. They can only leave of their own will. As long as they willingly stay with me, they are under my protection. I never lied. They can leave whenever they wish."

"You're killing them!"

"They sacrifice themselves to me! It is not my doing!"

"Only because you promise them happiness and love! You poison them! Get them hooked and then blackmail them into staying!" In Caleb's mind, he was no better than a two bit drug dealer.

"I never force anything on my children! And I promise nothing that I do not offer! Ask Dean, ask him if he is not happier with me than he ever was with the Brotherhood! I've returned his free will to him and he has in turn given me loyalty! It is amazing the choices one will make when given the freedom to choose for themself!"

"You're draining them! Everytime they offer themselves to you they lose part of themselves! Have you explained that to them!" Caleb had been doing his research. It felt like it was the only thing he did anymore. But he had to find an answer. He had to save Dean.

"And I say again. You will be amazed at what will be done when you give them choices! When you give them love and comfort and peace and tell them that they may do what they please. What makes them happy. Children like Dean, they don't ask for much. They simply want to be loved. Be appreciated. Be something more than a disappointment."

"Deuce has never been-"

"And yet who has told him that? Me. I have thanked him, rewarded him, more in his time with me than in his entire life! He's always accepted an early death, at least with me it will not be violent. He will not be alone."

"He's not-"

"Alone? Clearly you forget the circumstances in which he came to me."

"That's not-"

"Fair? To whom? To you or to Dean? Or perhaps to John."

"Stop reading me!"

A coy smile curled the venomous lips. "Says the psychic. It's not enjoyable having your own tricks turned against you, is it?"

"I'm going to end you."

"Do that and Dean will never forgive you."

"I'm getting him out of there! I won't let you destroy him!"

The smile dropped from the Entetee's face. He now looked cold and resolute. "You can try, but only if he leaves willingly, fully putting me behind him, will it be of any effect. He is mine until he completely cuts me off. But he won't do that. Because I have given him everything I have promised. If you take him away from here he will simply deteriorate faster because I will not be there to heal him. You can't save him. Only he can save himself. But to a man- a boy who wants nothing but love and approval, do you really think that he will choose the Brotherhood over the one who has given him all that and more? Will he choose you? You pushed Dean here. All of your kind. And you can say what you wish, but we both know you can not change things. John Winchester is notorious in all supernatural circles. He won't change. Oh he may for a few days, you may even get through the holidays with him as a respectable father, but we both know it won't last. So does Dean. He will choose me because the Brotherhood has never given him anything but pain and suffering. All without even a thanks. He's mine. And it's his 'family's' fault."

There was a bright flash of light and Caleb broke through what was binding him inside his own mind. Everything hurt. But he could feel the Entetee fighting for control of his body.

"Caleb?"

The man in question pushed away from his father, getting to his feet.

"Son, can you tell me what's going on."

"No!" He grit out stumbling backwards, trying to put distance between himself and the one he loved. "Stay back. I don't know how much longer- I don't think-"

His eyes locked on John who already held a gun in hand. There was a chance. A chance that the Entetee being killed out of his own body would end it. They wouldn't know unless they tried.

"Do it." He choked out, seeing the immediate understanding in his mentor's face.

A choked scream was the last sound he heard before he lost control, being shoved back into complete darkness.

~TH~

A bit of a cliff hanger, I've got to keep you guys here somehow lol.

What's the Entetee want to tell the Triad?

What will the do do Celeb?

What about what Whiteman told Dean?

Would love to hear all of the thoughts!

I know no one wants to hear from John, but it's from his POV because I wanted to do something with it and it had to be from him to do it.

Anyway, please please tell me your thoughts!

Much love and God bless,

Jamie