Deuce and Damien
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: See chapter 1

A/N: Sorry I haven't responded to my reviews, been short of time, but I wanted to take this time to say a HUGE THANK YOU! to EVERYONE that has reviewed/favorited/alerted my little story. It really means a lot to me! Thank you all!-Montez

"Mom?" Caleb didn't believe what he was seeing; his mother had been dead for seven years. Mercilessly killed by his father who then committed suicide, all the while a terrified six-year old Caleb had watched from the closet in his parent's bedroom.

"Your gifts are yours…" His mother's voice filled his ears, as if the freezing wind was not howling around them, "never doubt who you are my son."

"I'm a freak, they all know it…" Caleb forgot the weather around him, forgot the fear that had been growing in him that he was further from the house than he thought. His mind momentarily going back to the argument he recalled Mac and Bobby having before he'd stormed from the house.

Caleb surprised himself when he didn't move away as the specter of his mother approached him, gently laying a warm hand to his freezing cheek. "You are the best of your father and I, your gifts will help you protect those you love the most." Amelia Reaves whispered.

"They didn't protect you." The pain of his mother's death again settled over his heart as he unconsciously leaned into her touch.

"They weren't meant for me. It all happened for a reason and the reasons have started coming to light. You are meant for much greater things than you ever imaged. All the pain, fear and heartache has helped prepare you for what lies ahead." Caleb's mother removed her touch as the teen blinked back tears at the loss of her warmth, as the pain of another loss filled him.

"I never got to find out." Caleb whispered, remembering just days before his parent's death he had been told of the new addition that would soon be added to the family. It was that night his father had given his the two of spades card, it was the 'deuce or wild card' his father had told him lovingly, because they didn't know if Amelia would have a baby boy or baby girl. Then on that tragic night just a few days later, Caleb had not only lost his parents but the sibling he had wanted so much.

"Your brother was not meant to come from me, but from another. A child you will protect with your life, a child that is as important as you are and he needs you now my son, listen to your heart and you will find him." Amelia placed a kiss on her son's head before her image faded from sight.

"Mom?" Caleb called out, "Wait!" He turned, hoping to again catch a glimpse, but all he saw was snow. Then a bright light flashed in his eyes as pain exploded in his mind, he barely registered his knees hitting the frozen ground as the images took hold.

The small boy was struggling to walk through the blowing snow and freezing wind. His little jacket flapping open as he tried fruitlessly to hold it closed against the on slot. Big, green, fear-filled eyes looked up through the veil of blond bangs. Caleb felt his heart constrict as he watched Dean stumble and trip, pulling his knee up close as tears slipped free. 'Caleb!' he heard the child mumble as a sob escaped. Caleb knew the five-year old had taken to following him around anytime they were together, but the teen never dreamed the child would have followed him out into the cold, especially in unfamiliar surroundings.

Caleb watched as Dean pulled both legs close and wrapped his arms around them, 'Caleb', the teen again heard as the small boy started rocking. It had been Dean's voice calling out to him just before he saw the image of his mother. It was the first time he had ever heard the child's voice, but panic filled him as he saw the small boy slump over, his eye's slipping shut as the wind whipped at his small coat that his arms were no longer holding closed. "No!" Caleb yelled as he tried to move closer, but was unable to. Looking up the older boy saw the side of an old ice-cream truck just behind the now still figure, with another painful flash the vision ended.

"NO!" Caleb yelled as he found himself on his hands and knees in the middle of an aisle of cars. Dragging in deep breaths caused his chest to hurt as the freezing air threatened to freeze his lungs. Stumbling to his feet the teen started haphazardly making his way down the row. Not seeing the truck from his vision he started running down another aisle.

About halfway down the row, the smiling face of an ice cream sandwich caught his attention as he saw the partially snow-covered form of the five-year old. Racing forward Caleb dropped to his knees, brushing the snow from Dean's head, "Dean!" Caleb shook the smaller child, getting no response. Pressing his fingers to the small boy's neck, the teen held his breath until he detected the faint throbbing, "Oh thank God." Caleb mumbled as he looked up and down the aisle. The house was still not in sight, but a momentary break in the snow allowed the thirteen-year old to see a small shed at the end of the row. Figuring a little protection was better than no protection he scooped the tiny child into his arms and made his way toward the barely standing structure. "I've got ya Deuce, I've got ya." he whispered as he went.

Finally reaching the shed Caleb kicked at the door, busting the nearly non-existent lock as the wood splintered around the latch. Once entering Caleb placed Dean on the dirt floor and pushed against the wind to close the door, grabbing a nearby tire to hold the door shut. Looking around the teen wasn't sure if this was a better spot or if he should have tried to find the house. The holes between the slats did little to block the wind as the force shook the small structure. Running his hand through his wet hair, Caleb turned to see if there was anything useful in the small space. Finally he saw one of the thick blankets mechanics use to protect the side of a vehicle as they work on the engine, though it was oil covered it would be better than nothing.

Sitting on the ground in the corner Caleb reached out a pulled Dean's still form into his lap. Pulling off his own jacket he wrapped the tiny boy in it, then pulled the blanket up around them. He looked at the small face of the child in his arms as he reached his freezing hand again toward the child's neck. The faint pulse was still there, but Dean's chest was barely moving. "Don't you give up on me kid." Caleb whispered as he pulled the preschooler to his chest, his chin resting in the small boy's hair. "I just started getting use to my shadow, you can't leave me now."

Caleb rarely felt helpless, but as he held Dean he had never felt more helpless in his life, well other than the night his parents died. As he listened to the wind howling outside as the structure shook again, Caleb felt tears fill his eyes as he remembered the image of his mother. The echo of her voice in his mind as she said his brother would come from another; he again looked down at the small boy in his arms, so cold, so pale. Holding him tighter the teen felt scared as a shiver passed over him, "It's gonna be okay Deuce, I promise." Caleb choked out.

Looking up Caleb did something he never did, he whispered a prayer, "I lost him once don't let me lose him again." Feeling a tear slip free, he laid his chin back on the top of Dean's head as he tried the only thing he could think of to do, he called out to his adoptive father hoping the connection the older man claimed they shared worked. Then Caleb felt his own eye's getting heavier as his body became numb to the cold around them. With one last look at Dean, Caleb felt is eye's slip shut.

Oxoxoxoxoxoxo

"I've got nothing on this row!" John shouted into the radio as he exited at the end of the line of cars. They had been out searching for nearly thirty minutes and had yet to see any sign of either boy. John felt his heart constrict at the thought of not finding his son in time.

Holding the radio to his ear he heard Bobby's gruff voice echo his reply, "I got nothing either!"

"Mac?" John shouted into the devise. The Knight started toward the row of cars that Mac had headed down when the older man didn't answer. "Mac?" John shouted again as he saw the Scholar stagger into the van at the end of the aisle. Rushing forward just as Bobby caught up to him John grabbed Mac's arm as the man's hands went to his head. "Mackland!"

"What's wrong with him?" Bobby shouted over the blowing wind as he grabbed the doctor's other arm, helping John lean Mac against the van.

"I don't know…" John glanced at Bobby, then back at Mac who was nearly bent double.

"Caleb…" Mac mumbled out as he leaned back against the vehicle, pain creasing his forehead.

Bobby and John shared a worried look as Mac finally opened his eyes, fear meeting the Knight's gaze. "Caleb's scared." Mac pushed off the truck, wavering slightly as John refused to relinquish his hold.

"What? How do you know?" John knew Mac had psychic abilities but he didn't know the extent.

"Caleb called out for help, I heard him whisper Dean's name and something about a shed." Mac started to move quicker down one of the main aisles. "Bobby where is the shed you said you kept tools in?"

The men took off running as Bobby took lead, "Down this way." The three rounded a corner and picked up speed to reach the end quicker.