Authors Note: Okay well it's a little bit later than Friday afternoon, it's just past 7.30pm friday but i finally managed to get this all typed up. I really am sorry for the long time between updates. I have never had so much trouble trying to find time before. I am gonna try extra hard to write another chapter this weekend. Anyways thanks for sticking with me and i hope ya'll like this chapter ...

Chapter 9. Voicemail

Caleb smiled as he drove around town. He was still amazed that he had managed to get his hands on Dean's precious Impala. This feat had not been easy by any means. In fact Caleb could still remember the glare he had received by even suggesting that he have the car while its owner was at school. Of course he was quick to point out that Dean's birthday was the reason he had come to Devil's Lake and he should at least be rewarded with some transportation for the effort he had made. Once Dean had finally, albeit reluctantly agreed, Caleb had been warned and threatened should there be even a tiny scratch on her immaculate body when he came to pick the boys up. Caleb had assured Dean that he had been driving for a lot longer than him and that the car would be fine. Caleb laughed as he recalled the look of actual fear on Dean's face as Caleb had driven away. Leave it to the Impala to bring out the kids fear.

The psychic looked down at his watch and saw that it was almost time for the boys to be picked up from school. This brought him back to the days when Dean was younger and John had the habit of leaving Caleb the job of babysitter. Of course Dean was much older now, basically an adult himself and now that Sam was a teenager babysitting wasn't really required any more. Although he was sure that Dean would argue that it had never been needed. Dean was definitely capable. At the age of nine the boy had managed to look after himself and Sammy, pay the rent and make sure both him and his brother got to school for a whole week all the while not knowing where his father was. Of course it hadn't been entirely John's fault. He hadn't meant for those witches to get the drop on him and Bobby and end up missing for a week and to end up in the hospital. Despite John's intentions Mac and Pastor Jim had not appreciated him telling the boys to not call the unless it was an emergency and had made sure that John rectified that rule. Now and emergency didn't mean someone had to be bleeding badly.

Caleb shook himself out of his memories. Man that had been a long time ago. He had only been seventeen himself. It felt like a lifetime ago. He decided that it was time that he head over to Dean and Sam's school to pick them up and ease Dean's panic over his car because with no doubt Dean would have been worried about his baby all day.

BEEP!!!!!!!

Caleb slammed on the Impala's breaks on instinct and the car skidded to stop. After a moment he was able to breathe again and he took notice of his surroundings and saw a car speeding off. The bastard had cut him off, nearly taking him and the Impala out in the process and he was just taking off. Caleb was seriously considering taking off after the car but pulled over to the side of the road instead. Getting the car damaged in a car chase was not something he wanted to have to explain to Dean so he decided against it. He was however going to get out and make sure that the car was okay. He didn't remember actually being hit but it was better to be safe than sorry. He knew Dean would be checking her out as soon as Caleb pulled up at the school

As Caleb opened the door and stepped out he cursed his psychic abilities. What good were they if he couldn't even predict himself having a car accident? But then again he guessed no-one had been hurt or killed and that was probably why. The psychic walked to the right side of the car to check for damage and sighed in relief when the Impala was clearly undamaged. Dean would never have to know how close he came to actually having an accident in her. He ran a hand through his black hair before walking back to the driver side door and slipped into the seat.

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That foreboding feeling was back and it was bugging the hell out of him. He had never felt something like this before. Sure he had always had good instincts but this was more than that. He wasn't too thrilled with the headache that came with it either. He had been okay once again for most of the day, he had even managed a whole game of Hockey with Jack and his friends without doing himself in this time. Despite that he was seriously thinking about at least calling his father when he got back to the motel. For some reason he still had a bad feeling about his fathers hunt. It was like something had been trying to warn him that something was going to go wrong and he didn't think that he would be able to relax or even sleep if he didn't make contact with the hunter.

Dean placed his hands in the pockets of his jeans and leaned back into the fence as he waited for Sam. The kid wasn't late yet but Dean wasn't in the mood to wait. There were still some students around the school. Some in the process of leaving, others hanging around waiting to picked up and others just simply hanging out. Why they would want to spend Friday afternoon at school he couldn't work out but then right now he didn't really care. He just wanted Sam to hurry up and for Caleb to get there already.

At that thought Dean heard the familiar sound of his car just before he saw the black Impala turn the corner. The teen pushed off the fence and walked over to stand on the curb. He watched as Caleb pulled to a stop and once the Impala was standing still in front of him Dean leaned down to the window.

"Don't worry Deuce, not a scratch on her." Caleb pulled the sunglasses away and smiled at his friend from the drivers seat.

"Hand over your phone, I need to call Dad."

Caleb frowned. Dean hadn't even asked how his car was or even really given her a second glance. The kid was obviously worried about his father again. Since arriving at the latest Winchester residence Caleb had easily felt Dean's worry and had even reached out with his psychic abilities to see if he could sense John himself but he was to far away to get a proper reading. Despite this Caleb was certain that if something did happen to the older hunter he would sense it. Trying to reassure Dean of this however was not an easy task.

"Caleb." Dean clicked his fingers together impatiently with his outstretched hand. "Phone."

"How about a pretty please?"

"How about you just hand over the damn phone ... please."

Caleb sighed and shook his head as he reached inside his jacket. "You know Johnny aint gonna be happy if you interrupt him. He said he would call you tomorrow." he slapped his cell phone into Dean's hand.

"Thanks and I'd rather be safe than sorry." Dean didn't waste any time dialling his fathers number. He stepped away from the car and stood near the fence he had been leaning against moments before. Dean looked into the school yard as he waited for his father to pick up. Sam was making his way through the dreary garden at the front of the school. The kid had obviously seen Dean and quickened his pace.

Sam walked past his brother wondering who he was on the phone to. He was going to stop and ask but he wanted to get a moment with Caleb alone so he bypassed Dean and headed straight for the Impala. Sam opened the back door and plonked down on the seat, throwing his backpack on the seat next to him.

"Caleb, I need to talk to you."

"Don't you Winchester's believe in greetings anymore?" Caleb asked stretching his right arm along the back of the front bench seat.

"Sorry ... Hi Caleb, how was your day?" A sarcastic smile graced the boys face.

"What do you want Sammy?"

"I need to go to the store. But I don't want Dean around when I go. Can you take me?" Sam asked all in one breath.

"What do you need to go to the store for?"

"I need to buy Dean a birthday present."

"Oh." Now Caleb understood. "Okay, what's in it for me?" he gave the boy a devilish smile.

Sam seemed to think about this for a moment. I wont annoy you for the rest of your stay."

"I dunno Sammy that's a pretty big promise."

"I swear!"

"Scouts honour?"

Sam gave the psychic a sceptical look. "Caleb, I have never been in the scouts and neither have you for that fact."

Caleb looked at Sam's pleading face. He knew that Dean was bound to come back to the car at any moment. Knowing this, Caleb smiled, watching the kid squirm.

"Come on Caleb!" Sam pleaded and there it was. Those damn puppy dog eyes. Caleb was sure that no-one was immune to the Sammy face. Well maybe John was sometimes but he was just a hard ass.

"Caleb ..."

"Okay, okay you've got yourself a deal runt."

"Great, I knew you would." Sam smiled brightly. "Oh and I don't want Dean to know where we are going either." he added.

"Yeah, yeah." Caleb dismissed him and glanced out the car window to see what the hell was taking Dean so long.

John's voice via voicemail told Dean for the third time that his father was unavailable. If Dean was worried before, then he was even more worried now. His father had told him before he left that if he needed him that he could call, so he should be answering his damn phone. Dean waited for the beep after John's message. "Hey Dad, call me when you get this please." he flipped the cell phone shut with a little more force than was necessary. He could feel a light drizzle starting to fall on his face and looked up to the sky. The clouds were turning dark grey, indicating that a storm was possible in the near future. He turned back to the Impala and opened the front passenger door and slipped in, dropping his bag on the floor at his feet.

"Well?" Caleb questioned as soon as Dean was seated in the car.

The teen glanced once at Caleb before looking at the drizzle that was fast becoming a downpour. It had always amazed him how fast weather could change. "Voicemail."

Caleb frowned. If John was deep in a hunt it wasn't unusual for the man to not answer his phone straight away but the caller ID would have shown it was Caleb's phone calling and he knew that he was one of the few people that John wouldn't dismiss his call unless something really important was going down or something had happened to him. He hoped it was just the former and Dean was just jumping to conclusions.

"I left a message."

"Don't worry Deuce. He'll call us back as soon as he can." Caleb clapped a hand on the teens shoulder.

"You know we could always drive out to Lawrence and see for ourselves." Sam suggested from the back seat.

Before Dean could answer his younger brother Caleb began shaking his head. "No way, your Dad told you to stay put and he would kick my ass."

Dean snorted. "Since when are all about obeying orders and since when are you afraid of Dad?"

"Oh I'm not afraid of him but man, half the time I get the blame for you guys getting into trouble when I'm not even around and now you want me to let you do something that goes directly against his orders? I don't think so."

"We have been looking after ourselves for a long time." Sam said and Dean was tempted to remind the kid that it was Dean himself who was the one that actually did the looking after.

"Yeah well I'm the oldest hunter and that makes me the one in charge."

"We're not on a hunt Damien, that doesn't apply." Dean reminded him.

Caleb's expression turned serious. "Look boys, just give it some time. We are not going anywhere." he put his foot down on the matter. Caleb knew that there was probably nothing he could do if they decided to take off, especially Dean but he was hoping that they would listen to him anyway. The psychic wasn't sure which he preferred at the moment, the little Winchester's he used to get stuck babysitting or the rapidly growing teenagers he was dealing with now. He supposed both had their pro's and con's.

"I'll keep my feelers out and if I get the slightest hint that something isn't right we'll go or .. if we don't hear from him by lunch time tomorrow we'll think about going. Deal?"

"Deal." Sam accepted readily.

Caleb looked at Dean and patted him on the shoulder again. "Deal?"

Dean sighed but looked across at Caleb. "Deal."

"Good." Caleb gave Dean's shoulder one last pat before turning the ignition, starting the car. The rain was still pelting down steadily. He flicked the wipers on and steered out onto the road.

Dean reached down underneath his seat for his box of cassette tapes. After all that, he needed to listen to some good music. Finding his favourite Metallica tape, he popped it in the tape player and physically relaxed as Metallica burst out of the speakers. He wasn't sure why but the bands music had always been able to calm him down.

The rest of the car ride was made in silence, aside from the music. Dean looked over at his friend sitting next to him. the man seemed content driving and humming along to the music. Dean would die before admitting to anyone but he was very glad that Caleb was there. Not that he wasn't capable of handling the situation but despite what Sam sometimes seemed to think Dean didn't always have all the answers. With Caleb around the burden on his shoulders seemed slightly lighter because the older hunter automatically took responsibility for things without being asked. That didn't mean that Dean would obey the guys every command but he appreciated the psychic's presence all the same.

Before he knew it they were back at the motel and Dean noticed that Caleb and Sam were making no moved to get out of the car. "Alright Deuce, out of the car." Caleb said, making a shooing motion with his hands.

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Your throwing me out of my own car?"

"You better believe it."

"We shouldn't be long." Sam made to jump over the seats to sit in the front. Dean halted half way out the door. "Don't even think about it Sammy. Get out and get in the front through the door. I don't want your dirty shoes all over the leather."

Caleb smiled. That was the Dean he knew, worrying over the Impala was always a healthy sign. "Just get out would you!"

"Where are you two going anyway?" Sam looked at Caleb, waiting to see what story he was going to spin. "I'm just taking Samantha here to get dinner."

"Oh well in that case bring back something good."

"Who said you were getting anything?" Caleb joked. "We'll be back soon."

"Bye." Dean shut toe passenger door and stood back.

He stood in the rain watching as Caleb and Sam drove away. His clothes started getting a little bit more wet than he liked so he walked over to his motel room and unlocked the door. The room wasn't much warmer so Dean headed straight for the small wall heater near the bathroom door and turned it on full. He stripped out his wet jacket and dropped it onto one of the chairs. He saw the phone out of the corner of his eye and hesitate once before walking over to where it was sitting on the bedside table and snatched it up. He waited as it rang and then gave a frustrated growl when it clicked over to John's voicemail once again. Dean slammed the phone back down.

He wasn't sure how long Sam and Caleb were going to be and he was still a bit cold from the rain. He thought maybe a hot shower would warm him up and plus, he would be able to use all the hot water he wanted without Sam bitching at him.

Getting out a pair of sweats, some clean boxers and a t-shirt Dean made his way into the bathroom and closed the door. He stripped down to his boxers and reached in to turn on the shower. Once he got the shower at the temperature that he wanted he stripped out of his boxers and stepped in. He could feel his tense muscles already starting to relax as the hot water washed over them, his mind however was a different story. It was still running a mile a minute. He had agreed with Caleb that he would wait until tomorrow to do anything but he just hoped he would be able to keep that promise.

TBC ...

Okay well next chapter we will find out why Johnny boy is not answering and the boys will be sent into action :-) hope ya liked this one and continue to read :)