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Six Month

Summary: It's a bad day in the life of Dean Winchester and many to come

Disclaimer: Nothing is mine. All the amazing guy's belongs to Eric Kripke. Caleb also belongs to Ridley C. James and her wonderful creation of The Brotherhood. I don't want to make any profit with this. It's just my imagination ...

Autors notes: This is the first story that I publish. And I know that I suck at titles and the grammar thing

I tried to find a beta reader. But I wasn't very successful. So, sorry for all the mistakes, especially the grammar thing. English is not my first language. But I try to get better, I promise.

The first chapter was my first publishing here. And after I eventually discovered how it works I was able to get the fic to you all. And in my almost-midnight-haste I forgot to write a few things like that this is an Brotherhood AU fic and that there is a suicide attempt. Sorry for that and I try my best to not making this mistake the next time.

But the (in my opinion) more important thing that I have to say is - Thanks for Arianna Galloway and moira4eku for reviewing the first chapter. I appreciated it. It gave me a kick to start writing the next fic that is in my head for a few days now.

And I discovered that there are a few crazy people out there that signed in for a story alert. Oh my godness … I never imagined that it is possible … Thanks guys. So here is the next part.

Chapter 2

Caleb got his friend into his waiting car and drove like hell to the nearest hospital. After an hour of surgery and a night with observation he could manage to get Dean out of the hospital before the psychiatrist arrived at Deans room. Back at the motel he wouldn't do anything more than let his anger flow but a look at his friend had him change his mind. Instead he tow Dean back into the Impala and drove to the ocean. When they sat at the beach staring at the water Dean opened a little bit and started to talk. "You hate the sea. What's wrong with you?"

Caleb uttered a brief laugh. "Dude, YOU have the nerve to ask ME what's wrong? You tried to kill yourself! You're nuts and I should so kick your ass!" 'At least he have a statement.' Dean thought. "Maybe you should tell me what's wrong with you." The older hunter tried.

After almost an eternity Dean answered the request with another question. "When did we last met?" Caleb tried to remember right. "It was definitely too long ago. After this hunt in Minnesota six month ago, I guess." "Right, the hunt I screwed up." "But nothing bad happened. Everybody walks away with nothing more than a scratch." "Yeah, right then." When no more of an explanation followed Caleb pressed. "What happened after I went back to New York?"

After another five minutes of silence Caleb was worried. "Dean, please tell me what happened." "I … I can't. … But maybe you can … I want you to know but I can't tell you. You wouldn't believe me. Please, get what you want to know. Read me!" Dean begged while he grabbed his friends hand and lay it at the side of his head. Caleb jerked at the thoughts of his friend but did what he was asked for and read his mind. Memories of the last six month hit him. Memories of being scolded, accused, assaulted and hit from his father for nothing.

Caleb stared at his friend, shocked. "Why?" It was the only thing he could think of. It all doesn't make any sense. "I don't know. He was like this a few years ago, but he got back to his normal self after a few weeks. But not this time and I don't know what the reason is. But I can't bare it any more. Everything I say, everything I do is not good enough." Dean shoved the silent tear that took his way over his cheek away. I didn't know what else to do. Please, forgive me." He almost pleaded. He was devastated.

Caleb didn't know what to do. There was his best friend that he wanted to help and at the other hand was his mentor. But when he looked at his friend, into his green eyes that lost all hope he didn't know anymore why he had to think about a decision. "I'm at your side. But I have to talk to Johnny. I have to understand why he reacted like this. We have to go to Puyallup, Washington." Just at this moment Caleb's cell phone rang. He took the call. "Hey Bobby. … That are really good news. … Yeah, we're already on our way to you. We're there in 12 hours. … Yeah, meet you at the hospital." Caleb shut his phone and turned to the younger hunter. "That was Bobby. Johnny's in a bad mood about our disappearance. And the doctors decided to slowly wake Sammy up in the morning. We should be there when he is fully awake." Caleb grinned at his friend. "You have to believe me dude everything is going to be alright." "Yeah, everything you say." Dean didn't look assured.

When they arrived at the hospital Dean walked straight to his brothers room with Caleb on his heels. The room was empty except of Sam who lay in his bed asleep. Dean took the chair and sat by the bed. Caleb sighed. "I go and look for Bobby and Johnny." "Okay." was Deans lonely answer.

When the brothers were alone Dean took Sams hand in his and started talking. "Sammy, I'm so sorry that I left you here alone with Dad. But Caleb made me go with him. And I did something really stupid. But I didn't know what to do anymore. I was so despaired. Something is wrong with..." A bang interrupted Dean in his speech when the door opened and his father entered the room.

"Where were you? And what the hell you thought to leave your brother and me here alone?" Before Dean could answer the question John grabbed him by his shirt and threw him into the next wall. "I thought ..." "You should quit thinking. The only result is that you harm your family!" screamed John and threw his son into the table in the room. Dean hit the furniture and was going down with a grunt when his father grabbed him again and let him flow into the next wall. Dean sank down, grabbed his not yet healed side and gasped as pain shot through it. "Caleb wanted me to come ..." But John didn't wait for his son's explanation and began to kick his son in the stomach. "Dad, please!" Dean pleaded, but didn't defend himself. 'I deserve everything.' he thought as another kick hit him hard. "Dad, wait!" Dean pleaded and slowly raised to his feet, an outstretched hand to stop his father. "When you want to kill me for my leaving..." Dean breathed heavily and started to cough until blood came out of his mouth and ran down his chin. "When you want to kill me, than I have a better solution for you." He took the jack-knife out of his pocket and handed it to his father. John took the knife and opened it. Dean froze at his father and waited for the pain when the door swung open and Caleb and Bobby entered the room. In an instant Caleb was on John and stopped him when he was about to stab his son in the heart. "What are you doing here? Are you crazy? It's Dean, it's your son!" Caleb almost screamed.

Then Bobby intervened and grabbed John by the shoulders and directed him outside. John dropped the knifed and ran from the room. When they left the room Caleb was at Deans side in an instant. He could get to him before he collapsed onto the floor. Dean was coughing blood and tried to speak when Sam awoke. "Dean?" Dean struggled to come to his feet and leant heavily against his brother's hospital bed. "I'm here Sammy, I'm here. Do you need … something?" "Dean, what's wrong?" "Nothing, just a little bit trouble here. You should rest and when you wake up again ... " Dean tried to take a deep breath what shot another white hot pain through his battered body. But Caleb intervened. "When you wake up again your Dad will be here and we talk a little bit, okay?" Sam nodded and drifted to sleep. Then Dean's knees gave up and he sank into Caleb's arms.

Caleb lifted him carefully up and carried him outside, shouting: "I need help!" In an instant there were several doctors and nurses around him. "What happened?" everyone wanted to know. "I don't know. I found him in this state." Caleb lied to cover his mentor and his best friend was wheeled away.

TBC

Okay, that's it. And I would like to know what you think about it.