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Chapter 5. Caleb

Dean sat in Pastor Jim's kitchen sharpening his hunting knifes. Time had seemed to quicken its pace in the last week and a half. Well that's what it had seemed like to Dean. It was only three days until the school term officially ended and he was not looking forward to the impending camp. Although he felt like time had been speeding up Dean knew without a doubt that once he was there, at the camp, that time was going to feel like it had slowed down. He knew from experience that whenever you didn't like doing something, the time seemed to drag on. Just like when he was at school.

Sam on the hand was bursting with anticipation and although he hadn't really complained, Dean knew that the time warp that he found himself in at the moment was happening the opposite way for his little brother.

Ever since their Dad had signed both their forms and given Sam the money to give to their teachers Sam had seemed a lot happier than he had in a little while. He wasn't going to admit it to anyone, especially not Sam but seeing his brother happy and not having to listen to his father and brother argue over everything was almost putting a smile on his face too.

He hadn't seen much of Sam at school in the last few days which suited him just fine as long as no-one was giving him any trouble. He had been spending his days at the basketball courts with Jay. Out of everything he was feeling relieved to find out that Jay was coming along on the camp as well. Not that he couldn't have handled it on his own, but now at least he would have someone to mock the camp with.

Over the last week he had learnt that Jay had only been in Blue Earth, Minnesota for six months, making him fairly new to the school as well. That sort of explained the flack that the guy was getting from idiots like Dane and his friends. Although Dean would have thought that the morons would have grown out of picking on the new kids, years ago. But then he thought he might have been giving their mental abilities a little too much credit. After all Sammy had been more mature at five than they were now.

He looked towards the kitchen window when he heard a car pull up. Recognizing the sound of his Dad's truck he went back to sharpening the knife in his hand. A few moments later he heard the front door open and was surprised to hear not only one voice talking but two as his father made his way into the house. It wasn't long before John walked into the kitchen, followed by the second man.

"Dean!" he recognized the voice straight away as their long time friend and Hunter Caleb.

"Caleb, it's good to see you dude," Dean as he stood up to greet the older man.

At twenty six, Caleb was only nine years older than Dean and had been a family friend for a long time. He looked up to John, and he and Pastor Jim were two of the very few people that John had trusted with his children when they were little. Now that Dean was older he could relate to Caleb more as a friend but the age difference also gave him someone other than his father to look up to.

"It's been too long. How's school?" Caleb asked slapping Dean on the back.

"School is … school," Dean shrugged.

"That good huh?" Caleb laughed, "Where's the little guy and the old man?"

Dean laughed, "They're in the Church and don't let either of them hear you call them that."

"You want a drink Caleb?" John offered, opening up the fridge.

"Sure."

Caleb made himself comfortable at the kitchen table as Dean sat down across from him.

"So what's been happening?" Dean asked.

"Well I just finished a job in Indiana."

"What was it?"

"Nothing to big, just a nasty old poltergeist who seemed to find it entertaining to throw me around for a bit," Caleb explained, stretching his stiff muscles for emphasis.

"You got it though right?"

"Deano, do even have to ask?" Caleb asked raising his eyebrows.

Dean smirked, "Oh of course oh fearless hunter," he mocked.

"Mock me now kid but you'll get to see me in action again soon enough."

Dean pulled a face that didn't go unnoticed by John or Caleb, "what? Is the thought of going on a hunt with me again so painful?" Caleb Joked.

"Can I think about that?" Dean joked back.

"Dean and Sammy wont be joining us this time round Caleb," John supplied taking a sip of his drink.

Caleb looked at John surprised and then back at Dean, "Why? I thought you were itching to come with us this time?"

"You have no Idea," Dean answered glumly.

"Well? Why then?"

"Sammy's going on Summer Camp with the school and … Dad is making me go with him."

Caleb was surprised to hear that John had allowed Sam to go to the camp. The man didn't just trust anyone with his children, which was obviously why Dean had been enlisted to go. Looking at Dean's face it was completely obvious that the boy really didn't want to go. He could understand. He was never much for school either and the thought of having to go along to one of them would have made him nauseous.

"They're not gonna make you sing or anything are they?" Caleb asked all of a sudden.

Both John and Caleb watched as a look of horror came across Dean's face. If he was truthful, he hadn't even thought about the activities that he might have to do at this stupid camp. But he'd be damned if he was going to join in any singing or any other lame geeky activities.

"They wouldn't wanna try to make me do any of that crap," Dean stated seriously, looking directly at John with a look that said you did this.

"I'm sure you won't have to do anything you don't want to do," John spoke up, although he really had no idea what happened on these things.

"Well it's a shame dude. I was looking forward to working with ya," Caleb told him seriously, "I hear from ya Dad that you're even better than the last time I saw ya."

Dean smiled at hearing that. It was nice to hear that his father thought he was a good hunter. John wasn't one to hand out praise for every job well done so hearing that John was telling their friends how good he was made him feel good.

"Of course it'll be a very long time before you get to my standard," Caleb teased.

"I passed your standard a long time ago dude," Dean laughed back.

"In your dreams Deano, in your dreams,"

"Maybe it's a good thing that you two won't be on this hunt together. I won't have to put up with both your egos," John teased.

"What?" Caleb and Dean asked at the same time.

"Nothing," John answered innocently, "Dean why don't you do get your brother and Pastor Jim so we can go get dinner."

"Sure," Dean agreed, standing up and picking up his knifes.

John and Caleb watched as Dean left the room in search of his brother and the Pastor. Once the boy was gone Caleb turned to John.

"You know I hope he doesn't come back traumatized from this experience," Caleb commented taking a swig of his own drink.

John gave a small laugh, "It's not that bad … I mean he's survived worse."

"I dunno about that … its just plain cruel if you ask me," Caleb joked.

"Well ya know he's the one who told me I should let Sammy go."

"Yeah but I doubt he would have recommended that if he had known he'd joined himself up as well."

"Oh I know he wouldn't have. But Sammy's safety is our number one priority and I trust Dean. I'll make it up to him," John sighed.

The two hunters fell into silence for a few minutes before a smirk grew on Caleb's face and he looked at John, "So it looks like it's just you and me then."

John looked up and across at Caleb and rolled his eyes, "God help me now," he said but couldn't help shaking his head at his friend.

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Dean walked across the front yard and over to the front door of the small Church. Dean wasn't much of a religious person really. He wasn't really the praying type but he had to admit that this church brought back some fond memories for him.

It reminded him of when he was little and John would leave him and Sam with Pastor Jim. They would both go to church on Sunday with Jim and when there was nothing else that they needed to do he would play with Sam in the garden. They had always felt safe here and although they hadn't had a permanent home since their mother was killed it didn't seem to matter so much because this place always seemed to feel like home. When they were with Jim Dean didn't feel the pressure of looking after Sam as much because he knew that whenever Jim was around he was keeping a careful eye on them both. This was the one place where he could afford to feel like a child sometimes.

He opened the church door quietly and walked inside. If he knew his brother he was probably in the back room with Jim, where all Jim's books were. Sam even from a young age was kind of a book worm and he always enjoyed coming in here with Jim, reading while Jim worked.

"Sammy!" he called, "Pastor Jim!"

"In here Dean!" he heard Sam's voice call from the back room, where Dean had expected him to be.

Dean walked to the back of the church and opened the side door that led to the back room. Upon entering he saw Sam sitting in a chair with a book in his lap and Jim was at the small desk in the corner working on some church related things.

"What ya up to Sammy?" Dean asked as he came to sit down next to his brother.

"It's Latin, see?" Sam said holding the book up for the older boy to see.

"Uh huh …"

"I'm trying to see how much of it I can actually understand," Sam explained, putting the book back down on his lap.

"He's not doing too badly their either," Jim commented from his desk.

"That's great Sammy … I just came in to tell you both that Caleb just got here."

"Really?" Sam asked in an excited voice. He had always enjoyed Caleb's company as well.

"Yeah … they're gonna go buy dinner so he wanted me to come and get ya's," Dean explained standing up.

"What are we having?" Sam asked putting his book down and getting up to follow his brother.

"Don't know yet. That's why he wants you to come into the house."

"Are you coming Pastor Jim?" Sam asked when the Pastor hadn't moved from the desk.

Jim closed the book he had been writing in and stood up, "Lead the way."

Sam ran ahead of Dean and Jim, excited to greet Caleb since it had been a while since they had seen the hunter. When Sam was younger he had always told Dean that Caleb was the best babysitter because they were allowed to do a lot more things than John ever let them do. Of course they had been sworn to secrecy by the young hunter and he never let them do anything dangerous. The guy was cocky but he wouldn't have wanted to face John Winchester should he ever let anything happen to either one of his boys. Sam couldn't wait to show off his Latin to Caleb knowing that their friend would be really proud. Hopefully their father would be happy with his progress too.

"Come on, I'm starved," Jim said clapping Dean on the back and guiding him out of the church, Sam already halfway to the house.

TBC ...

Well there's chapter 5, i hope it wasnt too bad ... its my first time writing Caleb ... reviews are great :-D