Deuce and Damien
Chapter 7
Disclaimer: See chapter one
"No way" Dean's voice rose as he stared wide-eyed at the teen. Caleb had just told the younger boy he could read peoples minds, that he knew what they were thinking.
"Yes way," Caleb smirked. "I can tell you what you're thinking."
The little boy looked at the older boy with a perplexed look. Placing his hands on his hips Dean asked,
"What am I thinking then?"
Caleb narrowed his eye's as he looked at the five-year old, "You think your dad has the coolest car every."
Caleb barked out a laugh as Dean's mouth seemed to drop open, "How'd you do that?"
The teen shrugged, "I don't really know."
"Can you do anything else? Can you move stuff like your dad?" Dean climbed up and sat on the table next to Caleb.
"Nah, I can't move anything like Mac, but I have visions." As soon as the words left his mouth Caleb regretted telling the younger child about that, knowing it was going to cause more questions and he wasn't disappointed.
"What's a vision?" Dean asked, glancing at the horses as they ran around the corral again.
Mac had tried to explain to Caleb about his visions, that they were like warnings of what could happen, giving them a chance to change them. Pastor Jim called them a gift, because sometimes it gave them an upper hand in saving someone. But Caleb felt it was a cruel curse, watching people die inside his head and more often than not no one was able to save them.
For a moment Caleb's mind drifted to some of his first visions. He was about ten when the first one came, but he didn't know what it was at the time. He thought it was just a really scary dream because it happened while he was asleep. It was of his grandmother's death, he dreamt of her heart attack the night before it happened. At the time he thought somehow it had been his fault, but everyone told him there was no way of knowing about it.
Once moving to New York to live with his Grandmother's best friend Byrd, Caleb would continue to have strange dreams about random people. His first waking vision was when he was twelve and it involved the last set of foster parents he had been placed with, he witnessed their murder-suicide while trying to be taken into custody for running away from them. It had been that incident that set in motion the events that brought him to the attention of the Brotherhood, but more importantly Mac.
"Caleb?" Dean's small voice brought the teen's attention back the child next to him, who now had his little hand on the older boy's shoulder.
"Sorry kid…" Caleb whispered as he rubbed his hand across his face, clearing his throat he tried to think of the best way to describe what a vision was. "A vision is like a movie in my head that only I can see."
"Is it a good movie?" Dean looked confused.
The teen shook his head, "No, they're not good movies."
"Do people die in them?" Caleb looked at he child, damn the kid was sharp.
"Yeah, Deuce, people die in them." The older boy nodded.
"Did you have one about me?" The question from the five-year old scared Caleb. Why would he think that Caleb had a vision about him?
Taking the kids shoulders in his hands, he turned the boy to him, "Why would you think I had one about you?" There was no way he would tell the child that it was a vision that had led Caleb to finding an unconscious Dean in Bobby's junk yard.
Suddenly the look in Dean's eyes looked so much older than his five years. Now Caleb understood what people meant about young people having old souls, because it was like looking into the eye's of someone who had seen too much, who knew and understood more than they should. Dean's voice took on a somber, forlorn tone. "Because I've never been here this long…" Then the child pointed toward the pond, Caleb turned and saw the figure of a woman, "and mommy's never been at Pastor Jim's."
Oxoxoxoxoxo
The first hints of dawn were coming through the windows as the men were waiting anguishly for help to arrive. It had been four hours since Caleb's seizure, Mac had not moved from his son's side, Jim taking on the task of periodically checking Dean's temperature and respirations. The smaller child's breathing had become more labored as his temperature continued to rise. Unfortunately in the last hour the five-year olds temperature had risen quickly as his shivering increased, a fever was taking hold, which sparked concerns of the development of pneumonia in the small child.
"They said they're on there way, they've got two four by fours with medics coming to transport the boys to the hospital." Bobby came back into the room; he had been manning the shortwave radio since the phone lines had gone down near the beginning of the storm.
"We need to have the boys ready when they get here." Jim commented as he stood, taking Sammy from the playpen, where he was now standing, looking toward the men seated on the floor near the fireplace.
When the toddler saw his father moving, placing Dean on pile of blankets, he wiggled to get down, "Deedee!" the eighteen month old called out.
"Sh, Sammy, Dean's sleeping." Jim whispered as he looked toward John, who was getting ready, grabbing his over-shirt and jacket. "John I'll stay here with Sammy and as soon as someone can transport us, we'll come up to the hospital."
"Thanks." John nodded as he silently put a tee-shirt on Dean, then picked the smaller boy up and sat on the couch with him.
Bobby had gone to Mac's side, helping him with Caleb, who's temperature had reached 93 but the teen was still unconscious and Mac worried with the seizure that there could be something else wrong with his son. The Mechanic helped hold Caleb up as Mac slipped a shirt over his son's head, then laid the teen down to await help.
Thirty minutes later the sound of the vehicles were heard coming to a stop outside the house. Bobby opened the door allowing the EMT's access to get an assessment of the boys. Mac informed the men of Caleb's seizure and his heart stopping, while another man took in the feverish state Dean was now in. "We've got room for both of you to come with the boys," The medic glanced at Bobby and Jim who was holding Sammy. Another truck is headed this way to take you gentlemen into town as well, but it will be a little while. The next round of the storm isn't due in for a couple hours, and could last through tomorrow."
"We're fine, just get the children help." Jim commented knowing Bobby had ample supplies if they were snowed in a few days.
With a nod from the EMT, the man turned and helped John stand, still carrying his son, leading the Knight though the door and to the vehicle that would finally get the small boy help. The other medic helped Mac and Bobby get Caleb out to the second vehicle, Mac climbing in the back next to the teen. Bobby stepped back up onto his porch, Jim stepping out with Sammy wrapped in a blanket as an EMT got into each vehicle, finally watching as the trucks turned in the front yard and slowly made there way toward the hospital.