Warnings: abortion, possession, vague non-con

Pairing: Caleb/Deanna

5 - Can someone be okay after that?

John Winchester rolled his eyes at his daughter when he climbed out of their car. Deanna refused to get out of the car. She stayed behind the wheel while John got his ammo from Caleb Bailey. He tried not to get to comfortable in the house if she was making it clear they weren't going to hang around a minute longer than necessary. Caleb glanced out the window. "She coming in?"

"Don't look like it." John shook his head. He eyed the younger man. Deanna was 21 but Caleb was closer to 30. He wasn't supposed to have a say in the matter after she turned 18, according to law, or 15 according to his oldest child. "Something I need to know about?"

"It was a misunderstanding." Caleb waved him off.

"She's pissed, whatever it is." John cleared his throat. "That's my daughter, Caleb. If you can't treat her right, keep your hands off. Simple."

Caleb started to say something then lifted his hands in supplication. "Anything else you need?"

"I got the silver. You got any of that spirit wood?"

"Palo Santo. Yeah." Caleb turned and ran downstairs.

John stared out the window at his daughter. It wasn't like her to back down from a fight. He'd keep his nose out of it, as promised. Carrying the ammo, he got it squared away in the trunk. Caleb never stepped down off his porch and Deanna didn't get out to help. The ride out of town was stony. "Deanna, grow up. You know Caleb's rep. You got one yourself. Squash it. Got it?"

She white-knuckled the steering wheel and bared her teeth at the road but didn't talk to him for three states. That was five hunts and nearly a month. Finally, after she was covered in the blood and guts of the werewolf she'd just killed, she screamed at him. "He knocked me up and says it isn't his!"

She stood there in the blood bath, dripping from head to toe and seething enough that John worried for a second that she'd been turned. Then her words clicked in his brain. John groaned and got his daughter back to Minnesota where they had left Sam. School was going to start up soon and he didn't know what he was going to do with a pregnant grown daughter and a soon-to-be high school graduate. After her shower, she was still pissed. He watched her eat a pound of beef livers cooked up rare and chase it with a chocolate shake. It was fucking disgusting. Especially the way she was gnashing her teeth the whole while, cursing Caleb's name left and right under her breath.

That's what led John to drive to Lincoln overnight just to punch Caleb in the face. Caleb chased John back to his car, clutching his spurting nose. "John. John. No. No. It's not what you're thinking."

"My daughter was pretty specific." John whirled on the man, ready to let him have another one.

"I know!" Caleb held his face in one hand and the other out to stay John's fist. "Normally, I'd be a man and own up to it but I wasn't even near her the day she says we were together."

"What?" John blinked at him.

"Like you said. She was specific. Real specific. Says she was in Anguilla with you in May. Mississippi. She was watching Sam cause of some… fever. Anyway." He paused to spit blood into the dirt." Says I woke her up and we… baby-made… but I was in New York when she says it happened. Niagara. Couldn't have been any further away if I tried. I haven't touched Deanna since… March. When she was hunting that rawhead in Frisco. Texas with you." Caleb panted and spat more blood and snot. "I'd like it to be mine. It's just not possible. I can't be in two places at once."

"You asshole!" John punched him again. Caleb landed on the ground holding his chin in his hand. "If she swears it was you and it wasn't. It was a fucking skinwalker! Or fuck! An incubus."

Caleb looked up and jumped into the car along with John. John gave numbers and names to Caleb to call. John called Pastor Jim to give him the heads up. When they got there, Bobby was finishing a devil's trap on the ceiling. Jefferson had arrived with medical equipment. Deanna was sobbing in the middle of the room. She looked at Caleb and her father and started wailing. That there was not like his daughter; hysterical wailing drove her up the wall. They fixed straps to a table. When Bobby finished, she started screaming in a voice John had never heard before. Her body flew around the confines of the circle. They were certain. It was an incubus. John's daughter had been impregnated by an incubus.

When it was over, Caleb held Deanna in her own bed. Jim had examined the remains of the fetus before setting them to burn in salt and palo santo. Deanna had scratches and cuts all over; self-inflicted during the process of strapping her down. She'd laughed and taunted them all with their own sins. Had seemed to take pleasure in making digs at John and Caleb in particular. Jefferson had shoved ear plugs in his ears when he'd started in on the abortion. He was the smart one. John had held her shoulders down. Deanna had spat in his face and asked him to fuck her like he had his sweet Mary. Then she'd started listing out Mary's sins in excruciating detail. John couldn't be sure of anything she'd said. Bobby had performed a specialized exorcism when Jefferson was done.

John prayed for the first time in a long time. Sam was twitching in his seat at the kitchen table. He hadn't been in the room but John was sure the boy had gotten an earful. "It's my fault."

"No, it wasn't."

"I opened a window. I was hot. I didn't think to check the salt." Sam blurted out.

"You didn't do this." John growled. It would be really easy to blame the 17 year old for what had happened but it wasn't enough. There was so much more going on. "I should have been there."

"Is she going to be okay?" Sam turned to look down the hallway but the door was shut.

"Jefferson says so. She'll need to see a real doctor later." John breathed out through his nose. The last abortion had got his ire up and he'd insisted on follow up care just to prove he still had control over his daughter. That one had been under optimal conditions. Jefferson's hand had been steady but she had moved so damned much. Even with Caleb sitting on her stomach when John on her shoulders hadn't been enough.

"No… I mean… really."

"Caleb's with her. I think maybe she should go live in Lincoln for a while." John's hand shook when he tried to put pen to paper to record the information. Somehow he did it. The words were shaky on the paper but John wouldn't write again if he were paid in the blood of the demon who'd killed his Mary. It was a demon named Azazel if the incubus-possessed Deanna were to be believed. His wife had made a deal with a demon. He glanced at his son. Wondered for the hundred-millionth time what had been done to him in his cradle. What else had Mary hidden from him? A hunter? His wife?

Caleb walked in and poured a glass of juice and a glass of water. He found crackers and a banana. Then he leaned on the sink. Sam walked out and John let Caleb have his moment full of silent but fast and furious tears. Caleb breathed harshly for a moment more and then washed his face in the sink. "Did you see it?"

"Yeah." John nodded. He'd sketched the thing out and he didn't know if he could finish it. "I saw it."

"Deanna's upset of course." Caleb breathed out harshly. "Don't know if she should be left alone. She's going on and on about how she should have known. She was eating bloody food and staying up all night."

"None of us could have known. If you hadn't said it the way you said it… I wouldn't have."

"It's just… Deanna is who she is and I am who I am. I just… it wasn't about… We've been seeing each other more and more… other people less and less." Caleb looked to John. "I want to take her home with me. When she's feeling able to travel."

"I think that's best." John nodded to his journal.

"John… I… wait…" Caleb took a shaky breath. "What?"

"I've never seen her this upset about anything before. The fact that she was so enraged and had no plans to do… what we did… And you're right. There are less and less of the new faces." John took a breath. "She's done it before… cause it was random. She hadn't… cause you were… regular."

"I know."

"She wasn't going to, Caleb." John breathed in through his nose. "She would have done it already if that's what she…"

"I know. Because she thought it was mine." He nodded to John, picked up his items and disappeared down the hall. John followed after a bit. Heard Caleb reassuring Deanna. "Jefferson knows what he's doing. We'll get you to a doctor. Everything should still work and if it doesn't, it doesn't matter."

"I didn't know." She sobbed.

"It's okay. It's okay."

"It was awful-looking. It was a monster."

"Sh. Sh. I got you. I got you. John says you can come with me. It'll be okay."

"Is he sending me away? Is he mad at me? For not knowing?"

"No. No. Baby, he's not mad. He's worried about you. This… Incubus, this is what they do. It made us fight so we wouldn't be together. I should have known." Caleb's voice died down for a minute. "We'll get you straight. Then we'll start waiting in lines at the court house. Then we'll start filling in applications for children while we bang up a storm trying to make our own. We'll raise 'em up with guns and crossbows."

She laughed a little. Tears still in her voice. "Beating back the dark from their cribs?"

"If they need to."

"If this hadn't happened?"

"Oh, if that thing hadn't touched you? I'd've had you over every piece of furniture in my house. Twice. And upside down. When you're up to it, we'll get it done. Just like that."

"You're stupid."

"I know. I'm very stupid and you fuck me anyway." Caleb shushed her fresh tears. "Come on. Drink something. Eat a bit."

"Is he gone?"

"No, baby. He's… putting himself together. He was scared, just like me."

"He's not mad."

"No, baby. No. John's not mad. Not at you. He loves you. He wants you to be safe." Caleb looked up and saw John watching. He breathed in deep and turned his attention back to Deanna. "Bobby's making you this thing. Like a charm bracelet. So that you'll be safe."

"Where is he?"

"He's in the kitchen."

"Why won't he come in here?"

"I'm here." John spoke up finally. "I'm here, sweetie. You rest. You been through a lot."

Deanna rolled over slowly. "What did I say?" She sobbed.

"Sh." John took his rickety knees over to kneel next to her bed. "It doesn't matter."

"Was it lying? About Mom?"

"I'm sure it was."

"What if it wasn't?"

"We may never know." John brushed her hair out of her face. "I'll see what I can find out."

"Don't tell Sammy." Deanna pleaded. "Don't even let him think it."

"I won't say a word to him. I promise."

"You take care of him. He's gonna run. I can feel it." She sniffed. "Don't tell him what the thing said. Okay? He'll just blame himself for everything. He was a baby. If Mom did or didn't. He was a baby."

"I know. I know."

"He didn't know better. Still doesn't. It's not like Fort Douglas." She breathed heavily. "That was all my fault."

"What?" John felt her head. It was burning. "Ice. We need ice. She's got a high fever."

"Don't tell him." Her eyes rolled back in her head.

John picked her up and Caleb ran ahead of them, opening doors and driving to the nearest hospital. Jim and Sam followed in another car. Jefferson was left clutching his bag with Bobby patting the man's shoulder. John could barely spin a plausible tale to the doctors as they worked on her. Caleb stepped up and took care of the story while John paced in front of Sam. Caleb's face was streaked with tears. "The cuts and the… scratches. She did that to herself." He heaved in a breath and let it out slowly. "She got an abortion. I'm not sure it was safe. She's hot. Too hot, right?"

"We'll bring the fever down. Okay. We'll get her checked out." The doctor put his hands on Caleb. It didn't help. "Do you know what they used? Was it tubes? Was it pins?"

"I don't know." He lied. "It looked like the real deal. She… might have moved… in the middle."

"Okay. Okay. Just calm down. I'll go in there. We'll help her."

Pastor Jim prayed outside the room while they examined her. She started screaming. That's when Jim pushed his way into the room and started another exorcism immediately. Holy water and palm ash. She screamed and screamed and doctors were trying to move him but when Caleb rounded the corner, Jim was immovable. He stood in place while three men tried to move him away from the bed. Caleb would swear the preacher was glowing. Latin rose and rose and Deanna's eyes flashed red and black while she writhed on the bed. She started laughing again. Caleb was never going to forget that laugh. "This whore is going to hell! All these weak men. Fantasizing about this female body. The lust is nourishing. She's ours!"

"Not today." Jim shouted and continued his chanting. The security guards had released him when Deanna's eyes caught theirs.

"Put a pin in it, preacher." She spat out and laughed. "She loved it. Every minute our master was on her. She writhed in ecstasy like the whore she is!"

"Deanna." Caleb stared at her. "Don't you let it win."

"You might have stopped that baby's breath but the boy is ours!" Deanna turned her head to look right at Caleb with her eyes red and black. "You think she could ever love you? She was built to fuck. We'll march an army of cambion out of her womb. She'll be our mother."

Caleb felt John push passed him. Jefferson was there with little bundles of something. He and John pinned them all over her. She started screaming again. Jim kept chanting. Then she tilted her head up and screamed something terrible. The walls shook. Sam had his hands over his ears, his tall frame hunched over but staring at something up high that Caleb couldn't see.

Then she was limp in the bed. Doctors and nurses gave the gurney a wide berth. Caleb walked right up to her and checked her temperature with his hand. It was normal. A brave doctor pulled the curtain and resumed his examination. Caleb and John stayed where they were. Jefferson walked out and got Sam back out to the waiting room. Jim stayed where he was, his prayers more of the usual sort.

Caleb took the little basin from the doctor and looked to John. John just nodded toward the other side of the curtain. He walked it around to the pastor. "This was inside her."

"Jesus." Jim whispered at the little bit of flesh. He took it and then he and Jefferson disappeared to dispose of the bit of wing, or tail or horn. Or whatever.

When Caleb returned to Deanna, the doctor was unwrapping a rosary from his hand and laying it on top of Deanna. He looked from Caleb to John. "I've… never believed before. Not really."

"She gonna be okay?"

"Can someone be okay after that?" The doctor looked from one to the other.

"Physically." John pressed.

"Yeah. She'll live."

"I'll take care of the rest." Caleb promised. "I'll make sure she's okay."