Bro AU Angel of the Waters

Chapter 3 - Rituals

A/N: Fanfiction doesn't send mails notes to me anymore :(
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MACKLAND

The concerned father sighed. He needed to call help to keep an eye on Caleb and Dean in a safe environment. He had secured Dean's hands behind his back with a cable tie and now forced him with the gun pointed at his back to the basin where Caleb was still sitting in the same protective position. "Sit down next to your friend," he ordered Dean.

"Which one? I don't know these guys. What's wrong with him?" Dean nodded at Caleb. "He looks like he needs a shrink."

Mac hated the wrongness of the situation. "He's just scared. He's your best friend and my son. The problem is, like you, he doesn't remember."

"And you want me to believe that? Maybe you are the crazy one here," Dean said.

"It must appear like that for you. So let's convince you. Tell me your name?"

Dean just stared blankly at him, unable to find an answer to the question.

"How about checking your ID? It will say 'Dean'. Probably you have several with you with different surnames." Mac came closer, carefully pulling Dean's wallet from his back pocket. He opened it, revealing a license in the ID window. It said 'Dean Williams'. Mac flapped the middle part over and showed another ID to Dean that said WildLife Control Dean Dickinsen. Mac frowned. He'd have to ask him where he took the names from. This one sounded ridiculous. But WildLife Control gave him an idea.

"OK, I'll call an ambulance for the other guy, and some friends for you and Caleb. I'll check in as soon as possible. But first I have to make sure no one else gets attacked by that creature.

"I'm not sure I like that idea. You're the one pointing a gun at me. What did you say your name was?"

"I'm Dr. Mackland Ames, Dean. You call me Mac. Try to focus on anything that seems familiar, okay?" Mac pulled his phone out and dialed his Network first, to get Caleb and Dean to his apartment.

He also ordered a new ID card for himself and checked that Joshua had one for the same service. He would close the area for visitors for at least today. Carolyn, the youngest asset to his research team, assured she would come with Peter immediately and they'd take care of everything.

Then he dialed Joshua who was the closest Brotherhood member at the moment.

JOSHUA

Joshua Sawyer had just laid down on the comfortable hotel bed. The meeting with his latest client went really well but had lasted until after midnight. Tomorrow he planned to visit his mother first and head home later. He missed Pru's purr next to him. He had just drifted off to dreamland when a ringing phone ripped him from the wonderful drift into sleep.

Pretty much out of it he jerked up from the bed and grabbed mechanically for his mobile. The display was blank. Some other ringing continued. Josuha groaned. "Not yet." He got up and grabbed his suitcase, zipping open the side pocket. The phone kept ringing. The Scholar's name was on the display. With an uneasy feeling he took the call. "Dr. Ames. How may I help you?"

"Joshua, good I reached you. Are you still in Newark?" The voice on the line was friendly, as it was like every time he had spoken to Mackland Ames.

"Uhm, yeah, yeah I'm in the Double Tree hotel." Mackland was well informed.

The doctor sighed relieved. "That's good. I hope you'll forgive the inconvenience but I need your presence in Central Park. How soon can you get here?"

Joshua ran a hand through his long blond mane and blinked a few times. He grabbed the notepad next to the hotel phone and the pen. "Central Park in Manhattan? Where exactly. It will take me about an hour."

"Good, I'll wait for you at the Bethesda Terrace. You can reach it best over 72nd and 5th. Seems it's going to be a spontaneous swamp monster hunt. It attacked Caleb and Dean and some others in the days before. Since then they have suffered from amnesia."

"I see." Joshua scribbled the address on the paper. "I'll be there in about an hour." Joshua ended the call and groaned. This was going to be a long night. He started to pack and it didn't take long since he had planned to leave tomorrow morning anyways. On his way to the hotel garage he thought about the case. He knew only the little The Scholar had told him but he was prepared for most things. His crafter's stuff was always packed in a separate bag and his weapons in another.

He put his suitcase into the trunk of the white BMW and closed it. He wondered what Reaves and Winchester junior had found. Those two always attracted trouble. He paused, never able to work with Reaves without a fresh stab of guilt regarding what happened to him on that hunt with Ian and Fisher.

Opening the glove compartment, he pulled out a map of Manhattan, searching the street The Scholar had told him. At least he wouldn't get stuck in the NYC traffic in the middle of the night.

DEAN

"You are serious about all this swamp monster stuff?" Dean nodded in the direction of the Lake. It sounded hilarious. A monster in the Lake. He didn't know the man holding him at gunpoint but still, there was something familiar about him. "Did you get me all the fake IDs?"

The guy gave him a warm fatherly smile. "Yes, some of them. But you're skilled too, Dean."

He nodded. His name on the ID had been - well - right. And why should this man know all these details about him if he didn't know him? He couldn't remember if his name was really Dean. It could have been Matthew or Samuel or even John; he had no clue. All the names were familiar in a way but he just couldn't wrap his mind around the topic. Perhaps going with this 'Mac' was best for now, he needed some rest, his rib hurt horribly. Besides, his best chance to find an opportunity to flee was to pretend he believed the man.

The man studied him. "And yes, I am serious. Are you going to trust me? I'd prefer to take the cable tie off your hands. I promise, I'm no threat to you."

Dean nodded. "Alright."

Mr. Ames lowered the gun and pulled a combat knife from his pocket to cut the cable tie off his wrists.

Dean rubbed his sore skin. He glanced at the man with the tattoos lying unconscious on the ground and the other rocking and mumbling something.

Ames carefully retreated to the dark-haired one and placed a hand on his back. The man's face jerked up with a horrified look. "No, don't come near me. You'll die! Everyone dies around me!"

The older man carefully stroked his back in cycles. "Caleb, it's alright. No one will die. Don't worry. I already called some friends to take you and Dean to our home. You'll feel better in familiar surroundings, okay?"

Dean felt pity for them both. Maybe the man was telling the truth? He would play along for a while.

CALEB

He vaguely noticed that someone was stoking his back. There were horrifying pictures of murder, blood, monsters, and things he didn't even have names for in his mind. The voice of the man talking to him was soothing. His touch relaxed the actual panic a bit but it didn't help much with the pictures in his mind.

The glare of flashlights interrupted the moment and the touch was gone. Caleb looked up. He had to focus on the task at hand. He could worry later what these gruesome things he remembered meant. He worked hard at pushing them into the deepest recesses of his mind.

A woman and a man had arrived. They talked to the older man with the mustache. Expressive green eyes were staring at him and he felt a pulling, a connection, towards them and the young man they belonged to. Caleb checked the surroundings for a threat. He had the feeling he had to make sure they all were safe. There was so much horror in his mind that he expected evil to jump out of every bush.

He got up, still on full alert, shuffling closer to the younger man. "You alright?" he asked with a tremor in his voice.

The green eyes studied him. "Yeah, and you? This Mr. Ames said we're friends. Do you believe him?"

"I … I don't know. I just feel … weird."

"He said your name is Caleb and that I'm Dean. Check your ID to see if it confirms your first name too. If it's true what the guy says, we're part of the Mafia or a super secret-monster-hunting-network."

Caleb pulled his wallet out and opened it. It said 'Caleb Reaves'. "Hmm, It doesn't say Ames." He showed the ID to Dean. "Does this look like me?"

Dean took it and held it next to his face. "Yeah, I'd say it's you. I think we should stick with these names until we remember," Green eyes said.

Caleb nodded. He noticed how Dean protectively supported his side but suppressed the urge to check on him himself. "Are you injured?"

Dean nodded. "Probably broke a rib or two. Don't know. The man said he'd take us to your home."

Caleb thought for a moment. "Might help me to remember maybe."

Mr. Ames turned to them after he had filled in the two others about what had happened.

"Caleb," his 'father' began, "This is Carolyn and Peter, I trust them. They work for me. They'll take you home, okay? You can trust them too."

Caleb looked the two over, wondering if he should believe the man who said he was his father. But what other choice did he have? He didn't remember his name, his address or anything else.

His father reached out to him, "May I?" He had a pen in hand and waited for Caleb to allow him to write something on his arm. He nodded, curiously reading what the man scribbled in nice handwriting onto his skin.

'Name: Caleb Reaves

Father: Mackland Ames

Friend: Dean Winchster

Duty: Stay calm and at home, we're working on it.

Trust: Carolyn, Peter, Mackland

Caleb stared at the letters. "Are you serious? That reads like a missing-dog-flier."

"It is necessary. If I'm right about the effects, you'll forget everything all over again," Mackland replied.

Caleb panicked. He didn't want to forget the little he knew and be back in the horror show in his head. This man had acted as a distraction from that, pulling him out. If he forgot this all again he was sure he'd be back there but without the friendly distraction.

Though he had tried not to show any emotion, the man seemed to instantly pick up on his state of mind. His father put a hand on his shoulder. "Easy Caleb. I promise I will find a solution for this. Do you trust me?"

Carefully, Caleb nodded.

"Good. I love you, son."

Mackland turned to Dean next asking for his arm too. He wrote a similar note onto his arm.

'Name: Dean Winchester

Father: John Winchester

Friend: Caleb Reaves

Duty: Stay calm and with Caleb, we're working on it.

Trust: Carolyn, Peter, Mackland

Dean grinned at Caleb. "We have matching tattoos now. We must be best buddies."

"Funny, D … Dean," Caleb stumbled over the name. There was another word he wanted to use for Dean but it just didn't come to mind.

Dean and Caleb climbed into the car. Mackland once again assured them he would follow as soon as possible. Caleb nodded and let the others drive them 'home' - wherever that might be.

MACKLAND

Mac was concerned as he watched the headlights of the ambulance disappear in the distance. His colleagues in the hospital would take care of the other victim but Caleb's mindset was concerning. The memories of the victims in the hospital seemed to reset on cycles, returning them to the point when they were found. For some this happened several times a day. He had to find out what it had to do with the monster toad.

He should hurry and cordon off the site. Hopefully Joshua would be here soon. They needed to search for clues before heading home to do more research.

Within 20 minutes he had attached the barrier tape to the nearby trees, far away from the lake. He eyed the shore cautiously while doing so. He should wait for Joshua at the top of the stairs where the young hunter would see him quickly. The psychic crossed the large space only lightly illuminated by the lanterns when something caught his attention.

JOSHUA

He pulled into the street leading to the Terrace. He had no problem finding his way. He didn't know what to expect so he took his crafting bag as well as his weapon duffle with him. He saw The Scholar near the basin with a flashlight in hand, studying something on the ground. The lake behind was closed off with yellow tape to keep people from entering. "Mackland," he called for the doctor.

Mac turned his head to him. "Joshua, come closer and tell me what you think. I may have found something."

Joshua met The Scholar who was squatting by a pattern in the plaster a few paces before the basin. He could not make out much in the dark, only the illuminated spots Mackland was pointing at on the ground. It was a dark circle with some powder scattered across the stone.

Mac got up and offered a hand. "You were fast. I'm glad it was you in the area. Do you think this could be part of a ritual of some kind?" Mackland pointed again to the powder.

Joshua pulled out some disposable gloves from his jacket pocket and put them on. He swiped his finger through the red sparkling sand, some of which was going into the drain in the middle of a colored plaster circle they were in.

"I think you might be right. It looks like the 'magic dust' they sell in the modern witch stores. It is harmless on its own but it is a basic ingredient for several spells." Joshua looked up taking in the scene of the basin and the angel above as well as the lake in the background. "Nice spot for a ritual," Joshua said. "What exactly happened and where are Caleb and Dean?"

Mac explained the situation to him. Joshua needed to see the toad himself to be sure but all hints lead to a wiccan ritual, but he could hardly tell which one exactly. They would need to find the crafter. He pulled out a plastic zipper bag and a small spatula to collect most of the dust. Joshua held out the zipper bag to the psychic. "Can you find the owner with your ability?" he asked Mac.

The Scholar shook his head. "I don't think so. It has to be a personal item."

"Well we'll need to find the person who did the ritual here to expel it. Can we go to your apartment? I can try to scry for the owner of the dust."

Mackland nodded. "What are the chances of locating them before morning? I fear the barrier tape won't keep people from the lake for long."

"I can't promise anything. Let's go."

*** BRO AU ***

CALEB

The drive wasn't long and Carolyn and Peter parked in the underground parking lot of a huge high-rise. It even had a doorman. The man nodded politely at Caleb. "Good evening Mr. Reaves. Your father went out earlier."

Carolyn saved Caleb from replying. "Thank you, Brian. We know. We're meeting him later." She pushed Caleb and Dean to the elevator and hit the penthouse button."

Caleb eyed Carolyn more closely. She was sweet but a bit shy, hiding her shape under a wide white cardigan. "We're not … ," he made a connecting gesture to her and her eyes went wide.

"No! Uhm no. We're ... we're nothing. I just work for your father. We barely even know each other."

Dean shook his head and had a goofy grin on his face for the rest of the ride.

They stopped in front of a polished walnut wood door, the others seemed to be waiting for something. Carolyn raised a brow at Caleb. "You have the key. At least I hope so."

Caleb patted his jacket and jeans pockets until he found a set of keys. One was for a jeep and several others seemed to be various house keys. He tried three until one fitted.

The inside of the apartment was clean and decorated in a modern style. Carolyn gestured to the end of the hallway. "The bathroom is straight on. Dr. Ames said you two better take a shower to wash off the toad slime."

"Toad slime," Caleb said deadpan.

Carolyn only nodded. "Your room is the last one on the left. I'm sure you can lend Dean some clothes. We'll wait for Dr. Ames in the living room."

Caleb looked unsure. "Alright."

Carolyn and Peter headed to the living room, leaving the two in the hallway.

Toad slime. These people were crazy. Caleb needed to get out of here. He turned to Dean. "You can have the shower first. I'll check on the clothes. "I don't know, I don't like this whole situation."

"Me neither but as long as we don't know a way out we'll have to play our part. Or were you planning to climb down from the penthouse suite using a trellis, Romeo?"

Dean stared at him confused. "I'm not Romeo, and you're definitely not a rose, what are you talking about, dude?"

Caleb sighed frustrated. His friend seemed not to share his kind of humor. "Come on."

They headed to the end of the hallway. Caleb stopped at a picture of some youngsters, eying it closer. "The middle one was Dean. The eldest could be him but he had no idea who the smaller child was. "Maybe we are really who this doctor said."

"Well at least I'm damn sure you are his son." Dean pointed at another picture on the opposite wall showing Dr. Ames, an older man, and Caleb in a suit, all three happily smiling.

"Go to the shower," Caleb ordered, opening the door to his room.

He closed the door and leaned against it. His mind was still foggy. What a mess. He glanced around the room. Most of the things were black and white in a clean classic style. He liked the interior.

Band posters decorated the wall by the bed and a picture of a bridge was placed over a desk with lots of pens and brushes in a jug.

He pushed from the door and opened the closet. The flash of a man with a gun appeared in his mind. Caleb shook his head and blinked a few times, pushing the picture away.

He went through the clothes and pulled some sweatpants and shirts out. There was a drawer inside the closet. He opened it and found a gun and a combat knife inside. "Well, well, well. What is that beauty? Do you happen to belong to me?" He took the gun out and made the safety check without thinking about it. He seemed to be used to handling weapons. With a frown he put it back. The next drawer held the underwear and socks.

With a small pile of clothes he headed for the door when his vision blurred again. He went to his knees, dropping the clothes.

TBC

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