Chapter 2:

Caleb woke up the next morning to the sound of Sam crying, he groaned and rolled over toward the babies crib, and saw that the crib was empty. Caleb looked around the room in confusion and then saw Dean holding his brother and rocking back and forth in the chair in the corner. Caleb sat up and wiped the sleep from his eyes. Dean lifted his eyes from his crying brother and smiled at Caleb.

"I didn't even hear you wake up." Caleb said to the child. "Do you need any help?"

"Can you still hear me?"

"Yep. It takes some focusing, but I can hear you."

"Sam needs his diaper changed. I need his diaper bag from Daddy."

"Alright, I will go get your Dad. I will be right back." Dean nodded and looked back towards his brother, and Caleb saw Dean whispering into his little brother's ear as he shut the door. Caleb walked into the kitchen and saw Mac and John drinking coffee, the two men turned toward him.

"Good morning, son." Mackland said.

"Good morning Dad." Caleb replied and then turned towards John. "Dean asked me to come get Sam's diaper bag, do you know where it is?"

"Yeah, hang on a second I will grab it from my room." John left and Caleb was left squirming under Mac's stare.

"John told me what happened last night, did Dean really talk to you?"

"He didn't talk to me, I could just here what he was thinking in his head."

"But, he actually held a conversation with you?"

"Yeah. He is in there Dad. He just says he likes his quiet place, and that it hurts too much to talk."

"It hurts? Like physically hurts?" Mac looked concerned and Caleb shook his head in frustration.

"No Dad, I mean like it hurts him, deep down in his soul." Caleb looked up into his father's eyes and delved into his past.

"When you see someone you loved killed in front of you in a violent way, it hurts so bad you do not know how to deal with it. Children aren't supposed to have to deal with things like this. I remember after my parents died, I didn't want to talk either. You don't understand until it is you, and until you do, you can't help him." Mac looked into his son's eyes, and saw the pain Caleb hid behind anger and bad behavior.

"Look Caleb, I am glad that he is at least communicating with someone. But I do not want you taking on Dean as your responsibility. You are just a kid."

"No Dad, I am not. My childhood ended when my family died around me and I started seeing death visions. Deuce can be saved dad. He is in there. Just give him a chance and he can be a kid again."

"Okay son, but I want to give him a different communication method too. Hopefully he will began to communicate with his dad and the rest of us. Maybe sign language or something." Caleb agreed and John walked back into the kitchen and handed Caleb the diaper bag.

"Take this up with you, I will come up in a minute to deal with Sammy." Caleb frowned, he didn't like when John made the kids sound like a burden.

"It's okay Sir, I can deal with it." John looked at the teenager and grinned with amusement.

"You want to change the diapers of a crying baby?"

"I don't mind. I kinda like having them around. Nice not to be the youngest all of the time."

"I will have to remember that next time I need a babysitter."

"I've got to be better then leaving them alone." Caleb turned and went up the stairs knowing he had probably over stepped his boundaries, but since the night before he felt this longing. Feeling like these kids were his family, and his protective nature was beginning to go into overdrive. Dean had Sam lying on the bed when he came into the room. "Do you want to change him, or do want me to do it?" Dean grinned at Caleb.

"You want to change Sam?"

"Well it's not like I want to, but I will if you want me too… your dad basically just told me I was his new nanny anyway, might as well get some practice."

"You can help, but I don't think you are ready to be anything but the assistant yet."

"Oh, so now you think you are funny Deuce? Just change your brother." Dean laughed and began to change Sam. Caleb sat back and gave him everything he asked for and then Dean put Sam in Caleb's arms.

"Can you carry him downstairs? I don't want to drop him, but he needs to eat something."

"Of course kiddo, lets go, your dad and my dad are hanging out in the kitchen anyway." Sam hit Caleb playfully on the nose and laughed, Caleb liked Dean, and he could probably learn to like this kid once he was out of the drooly diaper wearing faze. They walked down the stairs and Caleb placed Sammy in his high chair.

"Good morning Ace." John said to Dean, and he waved back at his father before returning his attention to Sam. John put some strawberries in front of Sam and the baby made a pouty face at his father. "C'mon Sammy, eat your breakfast." Sam shook his head and pushed the fruit away from him.

"NO!" Sam shrieked. "RIOS! " John looked at his youngest confused.

"I don't know what you want Sammy."

"RIOS, RIOS, RIOS!" Caleb felt a tug on his shirt and looked at Dean.

"He wants Cheerios, tell dad he wants Cheerios." Caleb nodded at the younger boy.

"John?"

"What is it Caleb?"

"Dean says Sam wants Cheerios." John looked at Caleb and then at his oldest son.

"Sammy, wants cheerios Dean?" Dean nodded at his father. John sighed wishing he didn't need a middleman to communicate with his son. "Thank you Dean." Dean nodded and smiled at his father and then up at Caleb. Mackland cleared his throat from behind them and then sat down across from his son and Dean.

"Dean I understand that you don't want to talk anymore, but can I ask you a question?" Dean hesitated but then nodded his head.

"I am glad that you can talk to Caleb, but if I could teach you a way to talk to your dad, and maybe to me and Jim, would you let me do that?" Dean frowned and then looked over to Caleb .

"What does he mean Caleb?"

"He wants to know what you mean Dad." Caleb said to Mackland.

'I mean if I can teach you sign language, will you be willing to do that?"

"You aren't going to force me to talk?" Caleb repeated.

"I believe that eventually everything that has happened will hurt less, and you are going to want to speak again, but until that time comes, Caleb can't always be around, so I want you to be able to talk to someone, in someway. So what do you think, do you want to give it a try." Dean seemed to be deep in thought for a moment, but then nodded his head.

"I am proud of you Deuce." Dean smiled when he heard his nickname again.

"Go upstairs and get changed Dean, then we will make some pancakes." Dean went upstairs and John turned towards Caleb.

"Why are you calling him Deuce all of the sudden?" Caleb looked up at John and smiled.

"I told him that was his nickname. That kid is a wild card, he is special, and someday soon, he is gonna start talking again and surprise us all."