I know the last chapter was super short. This one's short too. So is the next one.

Just finished chapter 7 and feeling generous. So because the chapters are so short I thought I'd post ch3 today and ch4 on Friday. (That and I crave feedback like a starving dog.)

This is the much anticipated Caleb chapter. Please enjoy :)

~TH~

Caleb ripped the threaded bag from off his neck. Psychic repellent was never particularly enjoyable to wear around. It was even less wonderful if you happened to be a psychic. It made his head feel all muddy and like a part of himself was missing. He did a quick mental check, pulling at all the strings to ensure that all his loved ones were still with the living. They all pinged an affirmative of life. His head hurt too much to actually do a thorough check. The fact that they were all still alive would have to appease him for the moment.

He dropped onto the motel bed, he'd stay the night and then head back to New York in the morning. He wouldn't mind a few days of r&r after that last hunt. Ones with psychic entities always hit a bit too close to home.

Caleb turned his phone on, he had turned it off when he realized that there was no cell service in the branch of woods they were in. There was barely any here at the hotel. The expected pings of missed calls and texts flooded in. A few from his dad, asking him to check in when the case was done. Moose had texted him telling him not to worry that he had everything under control, which certainly bolstered his faith in his former roommate. Then the blinking voicemail caught his eye. Two. One from Sam and one from Dean. They were dated about five days before. His concern spiked up a notch. Something was wrong.

Sam's played first. "Caleb, it's Sam. I screwed up. Bad." That didn't sound good. "I've never seen Dad so angry… but just… call Dean, okay? You're the only one who can fix this.. I need you to fix this because…" Caleb still hadn't gotten over the image of his mentor pounding his best friend's face. He wasn't sure if he would ever get over it. Ever truly forgive the man for it. But whatever Sam had seen had clearly been on a similar level. "Because this is bad. It's so very very bad and you need to call Dean before he does something stupid or- just call him, okay?"

Caleb was trying very hard to keep from panicking. Sam was begging him to call Dean. Saying he had to fix things before Dean did something stupid. This was almost a week ago. If he was meant to walk Dean back from a cliff, he was a little late. He checked his link again. Dean was alive. Sam was alive. They were both alive and they'd be fine. Alive he could work with.

Dean's began playing and Caleb almost lost his resolve. "Hey man," Was… was Dean crying?! "I-I need help Please just- just call me when you get a chance, okay? Please Damian, I don't know who else- just call me. Please."

Caleb was now full on panicking. He hit the redial button, hoping - praying - that Dean would answer. He kept repeating the mantra that Dean was alive.

The phone hit the answering machine. He tried three more times before switching tactics and calling Sam.

"Caleb?" The voice was a whisper.

"Sam, where's Dean?"

"Wha- he's not with you?!"

Caleb's heart sped up at the question. "No, of course he's not with me! I've been out on a hunt with Bobby for the past week. No cell service. What happened?!" Had Dean been missing for a full week? Maybe… Maybe Caleb had been used as a quick excuse to get away from John. But he knew that John never would have bought it without Caleb himself working the Knight over.

"Caleb man, I screwed up, I-I didn't know this would happen man, I swear!" Sam sounded just as panicked as Caleb was feeling.

"Dude just calm down and tell me what happened." He tried to keep his voice calming, far from the storm he was feeling inside.

"We were staying up in Michigan when Dad called saying to be packed and ready when he got home. I was ticked that Dad broke his promise and was moving us again. And I was sick and tired of Dean watching me twenty-four seven!"

"Runt you know that was your own fault." John had been none too happy about the Flagstaff escapade and they all had some form of punishment heaped on them. But none got it worse than Dean.

"Yeah well… I just… didn't come home after school. I was hoping to show up after Dad, but I timed it wrong and got there a few minutes early. When Dad got home…" He trailed off. "When Dad got home he was drunk. And when I told him why I wasn't packed…He hit Dean. It was like he didn't even know he was doing it!"

Caleb was going to kill him. Knight or not. No one had the right to hit Deuce.

"I threatened to call the cops and he stopped but… but then he told Dean to leave."

Caleb was so caught up on the John hitting Dean part that it took him a second to process the words. "What?"

"He kicked him out, Caleb! Said he was useless to the family and to leave and not come back. I haven't heard from Dean since then! I called you and assumed that he was hiding out at your place! Where would he go? Mac or Jim would have called if he had gone there, right?"

Caleb was seething. John had not only physically attacked Deuce, he'd thrown his insecurities at him before kicking him out! There was no excuse for this. None. "Where are you now?"

"In Colorado. Dad thinks he has a werewolf hunt. I finally asked him what he was planning to do about Dean, he said that Dean would come back eventually. That he didn't have anywhere else to go. But Caleb it's been almost a week and if he's not been with you-"

"I'll find him, kid. Send me the coordinates for the last place you stayed at. He's alive but the hunt threw off my psychic hotline. I'll let you know as soon as I know anything."

"Yeah, yeah okay. Don't tell anyone else. Dad will already be livid if he finds out I told you."

"I'll do what I have to to find your brother, but I'll leave them out of it as long as I can. It's about a day's drive to Michigan, so let me know if you hear from him. He's not answering my calls."

"I've got to go, Dad's coming back in."

The call was cut off before he could even say goodbye. His phone pinged with the coordinates. Caleb called Dean two more times on the way to the car. He slammed his hand on the steering wheel, feeling fear and worry and frustration and anger all mix together to cause a nearly uncontrollable feeling.

He'd find Deuce, and then he'd find John Winchester and remind him what it really meant to be a Knight.

~TH~

Seeeeeee

I told you Caleb didn't do anything wrong.

So this is last chapter I would consider "opening" chapters. The plot starts next chapter.

The next three chapters are Dean's POV before we get another peak at Caleb's. I tried to write a filler chapter and my brains creamed at me like a pterydactal so if this is like all plot i apoligze but as this is for fun, I'm not gonna force myself to write something that's not coming. I have a good chunk of chapter 8 written and hope to finish it by this weekend.

Now that we're off of that rabbit train, please let me know what you think!

I really love this fic and hope you guys are enjoying it too :)

Predictions, thoughts, and wishes both welcome and encouraged!

Much love and god bless,

Jamie