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Chapter 27. Mind, Body and Soul

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"You ruined my life Dean." The harsh words spoken killed the joy in his heart at seeing his mother standing before him.

"Mom?" he couldn't stop his voice from cracking, nor could he stop the tears from welling up in his eyes.

"I never wanted you Dean!"

The words cut through his heart like a knife. He couldn't move. All he could do was stand there in front of his mother, his dead mother. She was saying everything that Carlson had said but he had never believed it to be true.

Dean's composure crumbled under the heated glare he was receiving from his mother. All too quickly she tore her gaze from her son's and stormed out of the room, her long blonde hair flowing behind her.

Suddenly Dean was able to move. "Mom!" he called as he chased after her. He skidded to a stop just outside the door. He knew this hallway. It was the hallway in his old house. The same hallway his father had shoved a baby Sammy into his arms and ordered him to run, the first of many orders.

A scream broke him out of the memory and his eyes widened as he ran towards where the scream had come from … Sammy's nursery. It was only a fleeting thought as he slammed his way through the door. His eyes automatically sought out the ceiling.

He gasped and stumbled back as he witnessed the gruesome sight of his mother pinned to the ceiling, her stomach slashed and dripping crimson blood. She was as white as her nightgown and her pain filled eyes looked accusingly at Dean. "I could have gotten away if not for you!"

He stumbled back further until his back hit the wall, shaking his head in denial. "Mom." He choked.

She continued to glare at him, piercing his already tortured soul with hate and disgust before erupting into flames. Fire engulfed the room and suddenly Dean was falling …

"Dean?"

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He blinked in shock. He was no longer falling and the sight of his mother burning on the ceiling now just a terrible memory, her words still etched in his mind. He looked around. He was in a different room now. It only took him a couple of moments to realize he was in one of the many shabby motel rooms they had lived in over the years.

He could hear crying. He wasn't alone. He turned around to look behind him and saw that his father was sitting at a small table leaning forward in the chair, a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels on the table and a photo was held tightly in his grasp.

Dean took a tentative step forward. It had been a long time since he had seen his father cry. "Dad?"

Dean became worried when his father ignored him, still crying, engrossed in the picture he was holding. Dean closed the distance between them and put a hand on his fathers shoulder. "Dad, are you okay?"

Dean jumped back when his father jerked under his hand, finally realizing that he wasn't alone. "Dean?"

He nodded, grimacing at the tears tracks still present on John's face.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing Dean," John slurred in his drunken state. He looked away from Dean. "Just go … I…I can't stand to look at you right now."

"What?" Dean placed his hand back on his fathers shoulder. Before he knew what was happening John was on his feet and pushing him back almost causing him to fall to the ground.

"I said get lost Dean, I don't want you around anymore!" John's voice sounded clearer like he was sobering up. "In fact, pack your things and leave. Sammy and I would be better off without the reminder."

"Reminder. Reminder of what?" Dean asked, not being able to stop his body from trembling.

Dean tensed as his father walked towards him and poked him in the chest, his eyes hard. "Your Mother!" he yelled in Dean's face.

Dean blanched "Dad, please."

"Just Go!!! Now Dean, Go!!" The words were so familiar to him but never spoken in this tone. Dean closed his eyes. He couldn't stand to see that look in his father's eyes any longer.

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"Dad, please."

The begging in his brother's voice had Sam on attention. His brother didn't beg. "Dean, please wake up." Sam stood next to his brother's bed while his father and Caleb slept on.

He had spent a bit of time talking to his father after everything had calmed down. It was nice to just sit and talk to the man. They were always so tense with each other lately. Whatever had happened to his father during his time with the doppelganger it had shaken him. He hadn't come outright and said anything but Sam could just tell.

Caleb on the other had been asleep for going on almost 12 hours now. Mackland had been able to wake him briefly after his fainting spell and once it was deemed that he was relatively okay Mac had a portable bed brought into the room and put in the corner against the wall under the window. Caleb had given in to sleep as soon as his head had hit the pillows and had been sleeping soundly with his feet hanging off the end of the bed since then.

It had only been a couple of hours since John had tired out enough to allow himself to sleep and since then Sam had been waiting in between Dean and Caleb's beds for Mac to return. John had decided that it would be best for Sam to go back to Missouri's to spend the night instead of hanging around the hospital and Mackland had agreed, not giving the thirteen year old a choice in the matter.

He had been hoping his brother would wake up before Mac came back to pick him up but the distress he could see on Dean's face and in his mutterings had him wishing that he would just sleep through. It looked like Dean was having some type of nightmare.

Sam looked up at the heart monitor with a worried expression as he placed a hand flat on Dean's chest. Dean's heartbeat was getting faster the more distressed he got. "Dean! You're okay!"

"No …"

"Dean, wake up!!" Sam shook his brother's shoulder a little. He needed to get his brother calmed down.

"Sa...am …"

"Hey ... Hey, I'm here Dean."

"Dad?" Dean frowned, his breath coming in panicked pants.

"Dad's right here Dean. He's right across the room from you." Sam answered in what he hoped was a calming voice. He picked up his brothers hand and held it as he watched Dean fight his way to consciousness.

"I…I…tell h-him …" Dean struggled with his words.

Sam squeezed his hand and moved his other hand from Dean's chest to his face. "Dean, its okay bro, it was just a bad dream. We're all here. I promise you."

It took a few moments but Dean's breathing and heart rate came down to a more reasonable level. He blinked his eyes open and the blurry figure of his brother slowly came more into focus. "Sammy." He sighed tiredly.

"Hey Dean," Sam replied with a relieved smile.

"Are y-you …" Dean paused trying to get his mouth around the words. "Are you okay?"

Sam laughed and patted his brother's chest. "Dude, you're the one that had brain surgery."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Sur…gery?"

"Yeah, Mac said you had a bleed on the brain but he removed it so don't worry you're gonna be fine." Sam quickly assured as Dean's eyes closed again. "Dean?" He wasn't ready for his brother to sleep just yet.

"I'm … here." His eyes opened again and settled on his younger brother.

"How are you feeling Dean?"

"Weird." Dean resorted to using single words. "Headache."

"You want me to get the doctor?" Sam asked in concern.

"No … stay h-here." Dean returned the grip Sam had on his hand. "Please."

"It's okay, I'll stay." That was the second time he had hear Dean basically beg. He didn't like it. It was wrong. Dean had asked him to stay like he was afraid that he wouldn't.

"How's Dad?" Dean put his all his concentration on keeping his eyes open.

"He's okay. He needs time to rest. He's been worried about you."

"In fact, pack your things and leave. Sammy and I would be better off without the reminder." His fathers words came back to haunt him. No wait. Sam had said it was a dream. Everything was so confusing. "He has?"

"Of course." Sam wasn't sure he believed what he was hearing. Did Dean doubt that their father would be worried? Sam smiled as he remembered what had happened when John had first found out about Dean's condition. "They had to sedate him."

"Why?"

"Because he got all agitated when he wasn't told fast enough about your condition," Sam explained.

"Bet … Ca…Caleb loved that."

"Speaking of Caleb …"

"What?" Dean's eyes slid closed

"He fainted like a girl." Sam smirked when his brother's eyes shot open again.

"No kidding."

"Yep."

"I always … I always knew he was a girl."

"I think he just missed his partner in crime." Sam joked. "He wouldn't sleep and barely ate until he you woke up."

"Girly bitch." Dean closed his eyes, a whisper of his smartass smirk on his face.

"Dean?"

"Mmhmm?"

"Do you want to talk about anything?

"Hmm?"

Sam sighed. "It's okay Dean." His brother had done well. His speech had gotten better throughout their conversation and he had managed to stay awake for longer this time. He felt so much better now that he had seen his brother wake up again.

"Samuel."

Sam looked up and watched Mac walk into the room. "Was he awake?" Mac whispered.

"He just fell asleep."

Mac looked thoughtful. "How long was he awake for?"

"For about ten minutes, if that." Sam answered. "He had a nightmare so I woke him up. He was speaking better this time."

Mac nodded as he picked up Dean's chart and looked over the nurse's notes. "He's doing great Sammy." He put the chart back in its place and ran a hand over Dean's hair.

A loud snore sounded throughout the room causing Sam to turn around and follow Mac's line of sight to Caleb on the cot. The psychic had begun snoring loudly. Sam turned back and smirked at Mac.

"What do you say we wake up that stubborn son of mine and get out of here?"

"Do we have to?" Sam was still reluctant to leave.

Mackland looked at his watch and then back at Sam with a tired look on his face. "Sam it's almost 8 pm and I promised your father that you would spend the night at Missouri's."

"Fine," Sam replied deciding not to fight it.

"Thank you. Now …" Mac clapped his hands in anticipation. "Would you like the honors?"

Sam smiled. "Sure." He turned around and looked down at Caleb again. The psychic actually looked quite comfortable on the small cot. He took the couple of steps it took to reach the hunter and leant down and shook his shoulder. "Caleb."

There was no reaction to Sam's attempts so Sam shook him harder. "Caleb, you gotta wake up."

Caleb grunted and tried to turn away from whoever it was who was rudely interrupting his sleep. "Five more minutes Dad." He mumbled and Mac rolled his eyes.

Sam took hold of the edge of Caleb's pillow and yanked it out from under the psychic's head and then brought it down on his head. Caleb jumped in surprise almost falling off the small cot in the process. "What the …" he glared up at his tormentor who turned out to be none other than Sam Winchester. "Sammy … dude, what the hell?"

"Mac says you gotta wake up. You're coming back to Missouri's with us."

Caleb squinted up at Sam. "What?" He reached up with his hand and scrubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

"Get up, we're going."

"Why?"

"Because I said so and by god you're going to do what you're told, I don't care how old you are." Mackland said from where he was still standing next to Dean's bed.

"How long have I been out?" Caleb asked sleepily, clumsily sitting up and scrubbing his hands over his face.

"About twelve hours." Sam said with a shrug of his shoulder.

Caleb's head shot up. "Twelve hours!!"

"Like I said son, you needed the rest. Now come on Missouri is expecting you."

Caleb began shaking his head. Mac put up his hands to stop his sons protest. "Caleb …"

"Alright, alright," Caleb conceded.

Caleb stood up stretching his arms and his legs. Now that he was more awake his back was sore. He was kind of glad to be going to Missouri's knowing a real bed would be waiting him. Sam handed him his jacket and he walked over to Dean's bed. "How's he been?"

"He woke up not long ago and talked for a bit."

Caleb placed his hand on Dean's ankle and gave it a slight squeeze. "That's good."

"Come on boys." Caleb took one more look at Dean and then glanced in John's direction and then moved forward to follow his father out of the door. He stopped in mid step as a thought occurred to him. "Shit!"

Mac and Sam turned around to face him. "What?"

Caleb looked at his father with wide eyes. He could have kicked himself for not remembering. "Carlson's body." Caleb exclaimed. "We left the body at the house, not to mention a whole hell of a lot of John's blood is sure to get people asking questions …"

"Its taken care of." Mac interrupted.

"What? When?" Caleb asked in surprise.

"While you were asleep. A hunter friend of mine that owed me a favour was in the area and we handled it."

"Thanks."

"No need for thanks but I do suggest that we leave now before we wake these two up." Mac gestured towards the door.

"Missouri's here we come huh Runt?" Caleb clapped Sam on the back.

"She's gonna kill me for running off."

"You'll be alright Sammy. You're everyone's favourite."

Mac followed the boys out of the room, gently closing the door behind him. Things were finally starting to come back together. He had Sam and Caleb about to be squared away at Missouri's safe and sound. John and Dean were recovering well at the hospital and he knew it wouldn't be long before they would be annoying everyone within earshot to let them out of the hospital. Right now it wasn't the physical injuries that were worrying Mackland the most. It was the emotional turmoil that he knew was already there.

Mackland knew one thing for sure. No-one was leaving Lawrence until these things were dealt with. He wanted his family to be as healthy as they could in this lifestyle mind, body and soul.

TBC ...

Okay well thats it for now :) I hope you liked this chapter ... I dont wanna say too much too soon but its quite possible that the next chapter will be the last. It's going to deal with a lot and yesssss Dean's birthday will be next :) I am looking forward to writing this next part :) Thanks once again for all your support and i do plan to see you soon!!! Hope you all have a great weekend!!!!

Tara x0x