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Chapter 16. Revelations

Dean frowned at the front door. He was pretty sure that someone was home, which begged the question … how long did it take for someone to open the freakin door?

"I'm not pressing that thing again." Dean raised his hand to pound on the door but was halted by Caleb's hand on his wrist. "What?"

"Take it easy alright. If we get on the bad side of these people then we'll find it a whole lot harder to find out where this asshole is buried."

"I was just going to knock on the damn door."

"More like pound on it impatiently. Look … just take it easy." Caleb warned.

"Since when are you, the one with the level head?"

Caleb shrugged his shoulders. "Since, I'm not the one that managed to concuss myself twice in less than two days."

"I'm fine." Dean grumbled as he knocked on the door.

Caleb rolled his eyes. "Yeah, well as soon as we get ya Dad back I want another opinion Doctor Winchester."

Before Dean could reply to Caleb's remark footsteps could be heard on the other side of the door. Dean rolled his eyes and mouthed 'finally'.

Caleb nudged him in the side with his elbow, a physical reminder to play nice. The sound of the door unlocking was heard, followed by it opening slightly to reveal a little old woman peeking around the corner. She looked to be about seventy years old with short white/grey hair and bright blue eyes. She was at least a foot shorter than Dean and Caleb, maybe a little more.

"Can I help you?" She looked up at them with a curious look on her face. Clearly she had not been expecting two strange young men at her door.

"Umm … yes ma'am," Caleb began, not giving Dean a chance to speak. "My name is Caleb and this is my … brother Dean." Dean made a face and Caleb glared at him before turning back to who he assumed was Carlson's mother. "You see our father was good friends with Gaylord …"

"Friends with my Gaylord?" she sounded genuinely surprised and Dean fought the urge to snicker at hearing the guys name again. He was tempted to ask the woman what she had been thinking, naming her son such a god awful name.

"Yes ma'am." Caleb smiled. "You are Mrs. Carlson right?"

"Why yes dear." Sofia Carlson smiled and opened the door wider. "Why don't you boys come on in?"

"That'd be great." Caleb smiled down at her as he walked past.

"Thanks ma'am." Dean had the presence of mind to say as he walked past her, following Caleb into the open lounge room.

The inside of the house was just as nice as the outside. It was decked out in cream and white colour; the green indoor plants added a nice touch. Caleb looked it over with appreciation. Dean on the other hand thought that it all looked to white and sterile. Thankfully the plants took away from that a bit.

"Who did you say your Daddy was?" Sofia asked. Gaylord had never had any friends. The only person he had ever freely spoken about was some girl called Mary.

Dean looked at Caleb for the older boy to answer since he had taken charge of the conversation.

Names flew through Caleb's mind. He didn't want to use John's name for obvious reasons and he was willing to use Mac's name. His father was a well known prestigious doctor and if these people did come from money then he didn't want to take the chance that they had heard of him. The very next name that came to mind Caleb had no hesitation in using. "Jim Murphy."

Caleb along with the Winchester boys had spent a lot of time with the pastor and spent most of the summers on Jim's farm. The man was family to all three boys so it was close enough to the truth and Caleb know that the best way to tell a good lie was to stick as close to the truth as possible.

Sofia frowned. "I don't remember a Jim Murphy."

"Dad wasn't here in Lawrence very long Ma'am but your son must have made quite an impact because he speaks about him often." Dean explained, giving Caleb a smug look when Sofia looked away. The look was as if to say see, I can lie politely to her face too.

Caleb ignored the younger hunter. "Anyway Ma'am, we heard about your sons death and wanted to know where he was buried so we could pay our respects on behalf of our father. He's too sick to come himself."

Sofia looked shocked and began shaking her head. "No, no, there must be some mistake."

Dean and Caleb shared a look and then looked back at Sofia. "What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"My dear boys, Gaylord isn't dead."

"He isn't dead?" Caleb and Dean asked simultaneously.

"Oh no, he's in his bedroom. My poor boy was diagnosed with stomach cancer two months ago and has only gotten steadily worse since then. The doctors say he's dying and so soon after his father too." Sofia shook her head sadly.

Caleb and Dean both stood there speechless. Caleb's visions had never been wrong before and he had witnessed something supernatural kill John. Well actually he had felt it more than saw it since the vision had been from the killer's perspective. There was also Missouri's vision or dream of her friend's murder. She had clearly seen Carlson and he had clearly had supernatural powers. She had been sure they had been dealing with a spirit or at least something similar, definitely something supernatural.

Dean wasn't sure what to make of this new information and taking a quick look at Caleb he could see that the older boy was also trying to process what he had just heard.

"Are you alright dears?" Sofia when both boys had gotten lost in their own thoughts.

Dean snapped out of his shocked state a second before Caleb and focused on Sofia. "We're sorry Mrs. Carlson we must have heard wrong."

"Oh love, you weren't to know." She patted Dean on the arm. "It was nice of you boys to come down here anyway."

Caleb looked around at the lounge room again. He looked beside him at a picture hanging on the all that he hadn't noticed when he had first walked in. It was a picture of a middle aged man with a shy smile and bright blue eyes much like Sofia's. He had blonde hair and then Caleb saw it. You could just see the small scar above the guy's right eyebrow if you were looking for it. Going by Missouri's description Carlson was their culprit, they just had to figure out how he could be considering the man was apparently not dead but on his death bed.

"Would you like to visit with him?" Sofia raised her eyebrows hopefully. "He would just love for some real friends to visit with him."

Caleb looked at Dean in silent communication. Yes they wanted to talk to this guy. The psychic nodded. "If he's up to it that would be great."

Sofia smiled. She was so happy for her son that someone had finally come to see him. It would be good to see someone lift his spirits. It was also nice to know that her son had apparently had at least one friend that cared. "I'll just go and check with his nurse."

"Thank you Mrs. Carlson."

"It's my pleasure sweetheart. I'll just be a minute." Sofia turned and headed to the stairs that were just off to her left at the end of the wall.

Dean waited until she was out of the room before turning to Caleb with a classic 'what the …?' expression on his face. "Dude, how can he be alive?"

Caleb ran a hand through his dark hair. "I dunno man."

"I dunno man? That's all you've got?" Dean asked incredulously.

The psychic glared at the middle Winchester. "I'm not all knowing ya know Deuce."

"Wouldn't know it by the way you act sometimes Damien." Dean used his nickname for Caleb to take the sting out of the words. He didn't mean to keep sniping at Caleb. All the worry he was feeling over everything was just getting to him a bit.

Caleb made a face as if to say very funny. "I don't see you coming up with any explanations just yet so shut ya cake hole."

"Maybe it isn't Carlson." Dean suggested doubtfully.

Caleb shook his head. "No, Missouri's description was too exact for this to be a coincidence and Guenther's story matches with what she heard Carlson say in her vision."

"So the geek isn't as sick as he's pretending to be."

"I'm not sure about that either."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Gee you're helpful."

"I'm just saying I'm not sure. Let's …"

"It can't be his spirit if the dude isn't dead." Dean interrupted.

"I dunno Dean and as I was going to say before you rudely interrupted me … lets just talk to the guy and go from there. Okay?"

Dean's face looked stricken and Caleb knew what the kid was thinking even before he opened his mouth. The more time they wasted the less time John had. Caleb was well aware of that fact. "We're running out of time man, I can feel it. And I have this pounding in my head that just doesn't seem to want to go away now and I can't think straight." Dean said all in on breath.

"You want an aspirin?" Caleb offered in a light voice but Dean could hear the concern underneath.

"I think I'm immune to the affects now. The wont do shit for my head at the moment. Besides …"

"Boys, Gay would love to see you now." Sofia interrupted, shuffling down the stairs to stand before them.

Dean mentally groaned as he followed Caleb and Sofia up the stairs to Carlson's room. He had been hoping that the name wouldn't be shortened. It was even worse than the full name.

Sofia led them upstairs and down a hall. The walls were white with cream trimmings in the hallway just like in the lounge room and Dean once again thought that the house was a little too white for his liking. It almost felt like a hospital because where the lounge room had plants to offset it, the hallway was bland. He had no idea why he was worrying about the décor of the Carlson home and shook his head to clear it.

Sofia came to a stop at a door midway down the hallway and turned to the two hunters and smiled. "This is my Gay's room. He is going to be so happy to have some actual visitors." She sighed and then opened the door, standing back to allow the boys room to enter.

Caleb nodded and smiled at the old woman and then proceeded to walk through the door, Dean following close behind. The room wasn't overly large. There were 4 wooden bookcases to the right of the door, stacked with a very big collection of books. Dean couldn't help but think that Sam would love to have this many books at his disposal. Against the wall next to the door there was a wooden chest of drawers that seemed to match the bookcases. Against the other wall sat a queen size bed. In the middle of the bed sat a sickly looking man.

Dean glanced at Caleb and then back at the man again. He was willing to bet that the doctors weren't wrong when they had said that Carlson was dying. The guy looked like he would croak any minute.

Carlson looked up as Caleb and Dean entered the room. He wore a curious look on his face. Caleb could tell right away that the man didn't buy their story for minute but he was obviously curious enough to wait and see what they had to say.

All heads turned towards the door as Sofia walked into the room. She smiled brightly at the boys and then came to sit on the side of her son's bed. "Gay honey, these are the boys I told you about, Jim Murphy's boys."

Carlson frowned as if he were trying to remember ever knowing a Jim Murphy. He looked up at his mother and smiled a warm smile. "Thanks Ma." Sofia got the hint that her son wanted time alone with his visitors so she stood up. "Okay well I'll leave you boys to it then. I'll just be downstairs if you need me."

Caleb and Dean both nodded and smiled as she passed them, closing the door behind her when she left. There was an awkward silence for a few moments before Carlson got a suspicious look on his face. "So, you're Jim Murphy's boys huh?"

"Yes …"

"Funny …" Carlson quickly brought his hand up to his mouth as he coughed. "… because I don't remember ever meeting a Jim Murphy."

"Well …" Caleb began.

"I may be dying kid but I wasn't born yesterday … who are you and why are you here?" Carlson demanded and then turned to look at Dean. Why did the boy look so damn familiar?

Caleb sighed dramatically and looked at Carlson. "You want the truth …"

"Yes that would be nice." Carlson didn't take his eyes of the younger boy, trying to figure out who he was reminding him of.

Caleb could feel Dean shift uncomfortably under the man's scrutiny and fought the urge to ask Carlson what his problem was.

Frowning at the attention that Dean was receiving from the bed ridden man, he glanced at Dean and saw that he had a frown on his face also. "Truth is Sir … our Father was actually a friend of your late father. He heard that you had died and sent us out here."

Carlson thought over what the older boy had said as he studied the younger one. It was possible that Jim Murphy had been a friend of his father. His father had been a wealthy man with a lot of friends. He didn't know all of them.

"We're also looking for someone. A John Winchester hasn't come by to visit you has he?" Dean had a hard look on his face and Caleb realised that he wasn't ready to believe that the visions had been a mistake just yet.

"John Winchester, that's a name I haven't heard in years. Why would that bastard come here?"

Dean's hard look became a full on glare in seconds and Caleb casually placed what he hoped was a calming hand on the boys shoulder. "So you know Winchester then?" he ignored the glare Dean had sent him in return.

"I only met the man a few times really but I knew his wife really well … it's his fault that she died all those years ago."

Now Dean was seething and Caleb knew that it wouldn't be long before he lost it. "How the hell was it his fault?"

Carlson looked surprised at Dean's change in tone. "Why do you want to know about him?"

"So he hasn't come to see you?" Caleb asked ignoring Carlson's question.

"No." Carlson coughed. He was already tiring out but it didn't take much to tire him out these days. He looked suspiciously at the boys in front of him, especially at Dean.

"And you have been laid up for your whole sickness?" Caleb asked.

"Pretty much ..." Carlson looked back at Dean and realised that the scowl was very familiar. Now that Winchesters name had been mentioned all the pieces were starting to come together. The younger one was definitely a Winchester. It made sense now. He could see a little bit of John in the boy but it was his beloved Mary that shone through. It was amazing how much of her was in the boy.

"You're not here to pay respects." Judging by the age of the boy before him he was willing to bet that he was Mary's first born. "You're Dean Winchester … I should have known the moment I saw you. You look so much like your mother."

Dean took a step forward. "What do you know of my mother?"

"I know that she was … too good for that … grease monkey she called a husband." Carlson was finding it harder to string together sentences. He needed rest.

Dean had not been in a good mood upon entering the house but now hearing Carlson speak about his mother and father his blood was starting to boil. "What the hell have you done with my father?" he hissed.

"Dean …"

"If something has happened to that man … then good riddance but … I had nothing to do with it."

Caleb was tempted to lash out at Carlson himself but was quick to grab his friend as Dean took flight. "Deuce!"

"You can ask anyone in here, I haven't been outside this house in two months." Caleb could tell easily by reading the man that he might be nuts but in this case he seemed to be telling the truth. Carlson didn't know what the hell they were on about and they were wasting time.

"He's not worth it man." Caleb spoke quietly not letting go of Dean until he knew he wouldn't do something stupid, although in his opinion totally warranted. "He doesn't know anything, let's just go back and regroup, he aint going anywhere."

Dean continued to glare at Carlson but shrugged off Caleb's hold. "Let's get out of here." He stormed over to the bedroom door and ripped it open turning back to glare at Carlson one more time before walking out into the hall.

Caleb looked at Carlson and walked over to the side of the bed. He had read the man's thoughts and feelings easily. He was like an open book. He had loved Mary and resented both John and the boys for taking her away from him … like he ever had a chance.

"John Winchester is a better man than you will ever be. He was the love of Mary's life, not you. If you really loved her you would accept that." he spoke quietly as he leaned down to hover over Carlson. "You better hope that John is alright."

Carlson didn't miss the underline threat and shrank down in the bed. Caleb stood up and walked to the door and turned to Carlson one more time. "Think about it." He walked through the door and found no Dean.

He shrugged and made his way back the way they had come down the hallway and took the stairs two at a time to be met at the bottom by Mrs. Carlson. "Thanks for your hospitality Mrs. Carlson."

"Your brother seemed upset when he left, I hope everything is alright." Sofia said as she walked Caleb to the front door.

"I'm sure he's fine Ma'am. He's just going through a rough time at the moment, thank you for giving us a chance to speak with you son." Caleb opened the front door and smiled down and the old lady.

"You're welcome. Have a safe trip home." Sofia smiled and closed the door leaving Caleb standing on the porch.

Dean was sitting on the front steps, his elbows resting on his knees and his head in his hands. Caleb let out a breath and walked over to the kid, sitting down next to him.

"If you ask me if I'm okay I will seriously hit you."

Caleb shrugged. "Okay I won't ask you."

"I just wasn't expecting mom to come up." Dean explained anyway.

"I know and that guy doesn't know anything Deuce. He's a few fries short … if ya know what I mean."

"Yeah … but what do we do now? I mean the guys alive and he has an alibi plus dude we can't dismiss the visions."

"I know …"

xxx

Carlson listened from the front lounge room window to the conversation that was being held on the porch. A few moments after Caleb had left his room he had managed to get up and make his way downstairs. There was more to this visit than met the eye. Both boys, especially Dean had been sure that he had done something to John Winchester. Caleb's last words to him had him thinking but he had not expected the boys to stick around and what the hell were they talking about, visions?

"We have nothing to go on Caleb and he won't pick up his phone and …"

"We'll go to the Library, see if anyone saw him or saw where he went."

"That doesn't explain Carlson. How can he be a spirit and alive at the same time?" he heard Dean ask as the boy stood up followed by Caleb.

"I've been thinking about that. Maybe it isn't a spirit at all."

"What then, a shape shifter?" A shape shifter, Carlson thought. What the hell was that?

"Not exactly … I was thinking more along the lines of a Doppelganger maybe. I mean if it is it could be feeding off Carlson's emotions."

Carlson watched as Dean raised his eyebrows as he considered the possibility, just like his mother used to do. The resemblance was striking. "It would make sense. I mean the guy doesn't have long to live and maybe deep down he wants revenge against people that have wronged him, so the doppelganger is feeding off that."

"Exactly what I was thinking," Caleb agreed.

"How do we kill a Doppelganger, Silver like with a Shape shifter or a werewolf?"

"The only thing I've read is that if the Doppelganger and its original meet they die, but they both die." Carlson listened on to the crazy conversation. Caleb brought his hand up to his head and winced.

"Gay!! Honey what are you doing down here? You should be in bed." Carlson whipped around at the sound of his mothers voice.

"Nothing Ma, just looking at the outside world." He covered.

xxx

Dean glanced worriedly at Caleb. "Dude, are you okay?"

Caleb looked at him quickly before closing his eyes again "Umm … I think … ahh!" The psychic brought both hands up to his head as pain shot through his head.

"Caleb?" he heard Dean call out but it was too late. Flashes of white took over his vision as he felt his knees buckle. Waiting for the vision to take hold was the only thing he could do.

Dean grabbed hold of Caleb's arms and tried to control his landing but the man was a lot heavier than he looked. "Damn Damien, you need to lay off the burgers." He grunted.

Once Caleb was safely on the ground Dean kept a strong hold of him and waited for the episode to pass. He was positive that Caleb was having a vision and he was desperately hoping that this vision would give them the location of his father.

TBC ...

I know thats a nasty place to leave it but i seem to be notorious for my cliff hangers judging by my other stories so one was bound to come up eventually lol I'll try to post again as soon as i can and i really hoped you liked this chapter oh and if you decided to check out the vid i hope you enjoyed that too :-) see you guys soon