Author: Williamson M. Scott PM
Brotherhood AU: This tale starts in 1983 with Caleb Reaves. The son of Mackland Ames and future Knight of the Brotherhood started out in big trouble. This is his story.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Horror - Chapters: 9 - Words: 25,844 - Reviews: 181 - Favs: 55 - Follows: 61 - Updated: 11-18-07 - Published: 01-20-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3352138
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See Part 1 for disclaimer...
A/N: I am going to offer up my deepest apologies and ask (oh so humbly) for your forgiveness. I have undergone an extreme change over the past few months. New job, new home, 250 miles away from where I was and for someone so terrified of change... you can imagine the emotional and mental toil it has taken. But, after a Friday that will forever stick with me, I have returned to the story and finished it... or at least completed the beginning. g I hope everyone gives thanks this holiday season for all the blessings we have in this world and the people around us. Without further adieu...
A/N/N: All mistakes are mine.
The blink of an eye or
the flap of a butterfly's wing
can change your world.
-Williamson M. Scott
He glanced around the room once more. His labors for the past few hours showed. The candles had burned half way down and the Devil's Trap was drawn across the floor. Daniel rechecked the drawing, making sure he had all the details correct. It wouldn't pay to make a mistake if he wanted to live.
The Knight strode to the boiler room door, stopping beside the fuse box located there.
"It's now or never." Elkins flipped the main switch on the power grid and watched the lights blink out around him. The only illumination left was the candle glow casting his shadow against the door.
He pulled the Magnum flashlight from his pocket, flipped it on, and left the room in search of his next assignment.
Mac had periodically checked the growing snowstorm outside the window. His worry of possibly being trapped at the Center grew with each passing minute. Caleb must have picked up on his anxiety when he slid forward on the bed and placed his hand on the doctor's arm.
"What's wrong?" The youth's true concern was reflected in his intense gaze.
Ames smiled, trying to quash the fear he seemed to be radiating. "Just thinking about having to dig my way out of this place if the snow continues."
A flash of anger crossed Reaves's face and he snatched his hand away as if it had been burned.
Mac knew he had made a huge error just then. He wanted Caleb to trust him but he had just blatantly lied to the youth, ineffectually. He put the book on the table and leaned forward quickly, grabbing onto Caleb's retreating hand.
"I'm sorry." Holding tight to the hand, he pulled Reaves toward him until they were inches apart. "I am worried about the snow, but that's not the real problem." Ames watched the tension leave Caleb and mentally sighed in relief. The kid was giving him another chance. "Look. There's this man..." , the lights shut off at that moment, causing Mac to stop abruptly. "What the..."
Ames pulled himself and Caleb up and went to the door. Pushing Reaves slightly behind him, he peeked out through the small window and checked up and down the hallway. Seeing no one didn't make his instincts feel any better.
He turned around and took Caleb by his shoulders. "Okay. I want you to listen to me very carefully." Mac calmed his breathing, seeing his fear was effecting Caleb. "It's going to be fine. I just need you to stay in this room and not let anyone in unless it's me. Understand?"
Caleb searched the older man's eyes for some sign of untruth, but got none. Reaves nodded his head in affirmation and shyly reached up, patting Ames on the chest. "Don't worry."
An unexpected snort escaped the doctor when he saw the cocky gleam enter Caleb's eyes. He shook his head and in an uncharacteristic move, drew Reaves into a quick hug and then disappeared out the door.
Caleb stood for a moment in slight shock. The last time he could remember someone display outward affection for him was his grandmother. Sure, Bird had tried, but Reaves never let her come close. Now, he had just let a man he'd known for less than a week give him an order and a hug. And the thing that amazed him most was he didn't mind either one.
Elkins ducked into the broom closet quickly. His flashlight had caught a movement near the end of the hall. He didn't want to take any chances of being spotted, so doused the light and ducked.
He waited patiently, watching the hallway through the slight crack he'd made between the door and door jam. He was soon rewarded as a tall man passed. He felt he knew the man but didn't pause long enough to ponder the thought. His goal was near and he was running out of time.
Stopping once to make sure the man had continued on, he came to a halt outside his destination. He listened closely, trying to hear any movement from the other side. Hearing none, he proceeded forward with his plan.
He clicked off the light, placing it in the cargo pocket of his fatigue pants. He then took a small bottle out of his left hand jacket pocket, pulling a cloth from the right hand pocket and then after opening the vial, placed a small amount on the handkerchief. Securing the lid back on the bottle, he pulled the orderly's keys from his pants pocket, inserted the marked key, and slowly pushed open the door.
Elkins wasn't prepared for the body that came flying at him. Reacting with a speed honed over years of hunting, he caught the slight figure around the waist with one arm and placed the doctored cloth over the youth's mouth with his right hand.
Caleb struggled to get free from the tight hold, especially from the smell that was wafting into his mouth and nose. Kicking back and forth, feeling himself make contact a few times, didn't seem to have an effect on his captor. He began to feel his efforts slow, as if his body was betraying him. He tried to strike out a couple more times, but his legs failed to move and he noticed his eyelids sliding shut. 'Help me, Mac' was his last thought as the darkness took control.
Mac felt nothing but frustration. Every person he found in the facility didn't know anything, except the obvious... the lights were off. One helpful individual had at least found him a flashlight. He had searched the corridors but found no one lurking, but that had not eased his suspicion of foul play. He had checked the phone line at the nurse's station and was rewarded with dead air. It was at that moment he knew the Knight had come calling.
'Help me, Mac..."
The frantic whisper exploded in his head as he stared at the useless phone. Knowing instantly the voice and the plea, he turned and sped through the hallways at a reckless run. The glow from the flashlight bounced wildly on the walls, making the empty corridors more apparent. As Mac slid to a stop in front of Caleb's open door, his heart fell to his feet.
"Okay, think Ames, think." Mac slid a shaky hand through his hair and took two slow, deep breaths. "Where would Daniel take him?" Ames blinked a few times, focusing his vision and the flashlight beam on the empty room. He saw nothing except the things he expected to find.
The book lay discarded on the bed. Nothing was disturbed which was disturbing in itself. One thing Mac knew for certain was Caleb was a fighter and he would have fought if given the chance. The doctor's heart skipped a beat as the implications of that thought took hold.
"Calm down. This isn't helping." Closing his eyes, Mac tried the only link he had left to the youth. Opening his mind, he reached out for Reaves, hoping his will to find him would push Caleb into contacting him again.
After few seconds of resounding silence, Ames's fear meter spiked. The only conclusion that made sense was Caleb unconscious. It meant Mac had even less to go on and time was against him. If he knew Daniel, and he was pretty sure he did, the Knight would not waste any moment to concluding his duty. He would make Caleb's exorcism or death clean and private. No witnesses.
As if the building could hear Mac's thoughts, a deep rumble under his feet caused the doctor's eyes to fly open and he glanced down. Not understanding at first, the floor gave another vibrant shake and caused Mac to stumble.
"Of course..." Ames instantly knew what was happening and where. He could only hope he would be in time to prevent losing someone he couldn't imagine living without.
1 "Ab omni hoste visibili et invisibili et ubíque in hoc sáeculo liberetur," resounded throughout the small boiler room. It was the first thing Caleb recalled as he became fully aware. The next thing that struck him was he was sprawled on the floor surrounded by candles and a strange man was standing over him.
He tried to open his mouth to yell at the man, but another round of gibberish seemed to strike excruciating pain in every cell of his body. Instead of yelling out an obscenity, a scream of unholy terror exited through his lips.
His whole being felt as if it was being torn apart. He wanted it to stop.
"Pleasssssssseeeeeeee..." the broken whisper didn't seem to affect his captor. The chant continued as did the building fire in his blood.
2"Ut num quam lædatur amorsu antiqui serpentes," Daniel moved forward, careful not to breach the Devil's Trap, and tried to gage if the ceremony was working. The child had not reacted to the holy water nor to the placing of a cross on his forehead. Elkins was beginning to think Reaves wasn't possessed but a true demon.
When Caleb had awoken and could not move from the circle, it did give Daniel some semblance of proof there was demonic existence. However, the exorcism seemed only to be causing Reaves pain and that was all.
Stepping back from the trap, Elkins looked down at the book and began the chant again. If the exorcism did not work, the only alternative was to kill the youth. After the many years of hunting, he had never taken the life of one so young. He hoped not to start now.
As his mouth opened to read the Latin, a blur of movement blind sided the Knight, knocking him down. Daniel felt the book slide from his hands, but before he could reach out for it, a solid punch connected with his jaw.
His last thought before losing consciousness was he had failed.
Mac waited a few seconds before pushing himself off of Elkins body. When he had busted the door to the boiler room open, the sight of Caleb writhing in the middle of the floor had sent him into a rage like he had never felt in his life. His only inclination was to stop whomever was causing the boy pain. The sight of Daniel not far from Caleb gave Mac an outlet for his plan.
Making sure the Knight was completely incapacitated after the assault, Mac turned to Reaves and almost fainted. Caleb had stopped moving... completely. His chest was still and his eyes were closed.
"No!" Ames jumped forward, knocking the candles and salt out of his way. He placed his ear against Caleb's chest and heard a slow but steady beat. Going immediately to the Caleb's head, he leaned it back and began resuscitating breaths. After the fourth breath, he was rewarded with a sound he would never forget... a cough. Then another followed.
Mac leaned back on his heels, raking a very shaky hand through his hair. "That's it, my boy, breathe."
A couple more coughs and then Reaves's eyelids blinked open. Caleb didn't look anywhere but at the one person he had thought to never see again. "What took...(cough)...you...(cough)...so long?"
Ames laughed and laughed, then tears fell from his eyes. He'd almost lost this young man. A kid who had attitude Genghis Kahn would be impressed with but someone Mac knew he would fight to the death to defend.
"I ran into the cute gift shop attendant. Sorry." It was at that moment Mac was given the best gift he could have ever hoped to receive.
Two days later...
"Mr. Reaves," Judge Maria Baker glanced at the youth facing her for the second time in less than two weeks. "I have reviewed Mr. Ames's request for legal guardianship and frankly, I'm inclined to let it happen. Would you have any objections?" She waited for the explosion she was sure to occur.
Caleb stared at the judge before looking behind him at Bird. He and the elderly lady had discussed this very outcome the day before and he had been surprised by Bird's reaction. She had told him to go. She wanted him to be happy and safe, both she felt Mackland Ames could make possible. Her smile just now made him believe she still held the same conviction as she did yesterday.
He then let his eyes drift to Jim Murphy, who sat next to Bird. The pastor had showed up about an hour after Mac had rescued him from the boiler room. Ames had taken Caleb straight to his room after their brief exchange of words and refused to tell him anything about what happened or who the crazy man had been. So when Jim showed up, Mac took him outside the room and Caleb didn't see him again until the next morning.
Reaves still questioned both men, but the only answer Ames would give him was 'I'll tell you soon, I promise'. Somehow, Caleb believed him and let it go.
Jim looked at him and gave a slight smile of encouragement, but a sadness lurked in his eyes causing Reaves to frown slightly. He wanted to ask what was wrong, but a hand fell lightly on his shoulder shaking him out of his quandary.
He turned his gaze to meet the one man that he still couldn't understand. A doctor, definitely rich, single and with his whole life ahead of him wanted Caleb. A kid who had nothing but bad following him around. A kid who had, in his mind, caused his parents death, his grandmother's death and those of his foster parents.
He had said this many times to the stubborn doctor, but the only response he had received was nothing was his fault. A slight snort escaped before Reaves could stop it.
"Is that a no?" Ames raised an eyebrow, wondering if he had misread Caleb's wanting to live with him.
Caleb shook his head no. "I was thinking about something else." Mac nodded, reassured once more.
Caleb turned back to the judge, surprised to see her smiling. "I don't have a problem with it, your honor." Reaves suddenly gave Mac a mischievous smirk.
"He might in a few months...
"Hey...hey..." the slight punches to his arm had Caleb shaking his head from the memories of that fateful day over a year ago. His walk down memory lane had been triggered the moment they sat the cake down in front of him.
His 14th birthday. Hell, if he was honest with himself, he'd thought he'd never make it to 13, but he did and the slight punch on the arm made him glad he did.
"Look, Deuce, knock it off." Caleb gave the 5 year old tow-headed boy to his left a slight glare. Dean Winchester had appeared in his life about 6 months ago, along with the boy's father and baby brother.
The boy had been quiet and way too old for his age when Caleb met him. It took Reaves many, many tries just to get the boy to talk to him.
But now, if the returned glare was any indication, he had formed a strong bond with the kid.
"You need to blow out your candles." Dean pointed to the 14 candles burning atop the chocolate iced cake.
"Fine." Caleb started to blow but Dean placed a hand over his mouth. Reaves quickly jerked back and raised an eyebrow at the kid.
"You have to make a wish first."
A small cooing sound diverted Dean's attention to the high chair at his left. Sammy Winchester was watching both boys with extreme interest. Well, as much as a 16 month old could.
Seeing that Sam was fine, Dean turned back to Caleb. "It's not real if'n you don't make a wish." The solemn tone caused Caleb's heart to ache. He still had vague memories of his birthdays before his parents' death.
"You're right, kid." Reaves reached out and tousled Dean's hair, causing a glare to adorn the face once more.
Slight snickers caught Caleb's attention. He turned and found three men gathered around the table to his right. Jim stood with his arms crossed, as if waiting for something to happen, but Caleb didn't yet know what.
To Murphy's right was the newest addition to the Brotherhood, John Winchester. The hardened lines around the ex-Marine's eyes spoke volumes to Caleb as to what the man had been through, even if his dad hadn't already told him. John gave Reaves an attempt at a smile, but it quickly vanished behind the stoic scowl.
It was the man to Winchester's right that sparked the most emotion from Caleb. His dad, Mackland Ames. His dad. Even now, after 6 months since the official adoption, he was in shock and awe. After that day in court where Mac had been granted legal guardianship, Reaves was sure it would only be temporary.
Over a year later and his second birthday with the man, it was real and there was nothing that Caleb could wish for to make his life better than at this moment.
Caleb turned back to Dean and saw the anxiousness in the boy's face as he watched the candles burn lower.
"Hey Deuce, you take my wish." Caleb heard the room become void of sound as each person looked at him, even baby Sammy.
"What?" The whisper would have been difficult to hear except Caleb had been watching no one but Dean.
"I said, you can have my wish." Reaves gave Mac a sideways glance, before returning his full focus to Dean. "I don't need it and want you to have it. But..."
Reaves saw the hope that had been slowly creeping into Dean's eyes disappear.
"You have to wish for you, Deuce."
"Uh?" Dean's face screwed up in a frown, not understanding what the older boy said.
"You can't make the wish for somebody else. You have to wish for something that you want." Caleb leaned closer. "Understand?"
The kid glanced down at the table, then toward Sammy before looking once more at Caleb. Reaves could tell Dean knew exactly what he wanted.
The boy Winchester nodded his head, closed his eyes for a couple of seconds, and then blew all 14 candles out. Sammy began clapping, chanting 'De, De' over and over again.
Caleb smiled. He started to reach for the knife to cut the cake when he felt eyes staring at him. Looking up, he caught Mac frowning at him. Reaves had no idea what could be going through the man's head, but was saved from pondering too long.
"Why?" Ames asked quietly, not wanting to interrupt the activity going on around them.
The teen leaned back in his seat, trying to find the right words to explain to his dad what he was feeling. While thinking, something strange happened as Caleb stared at the three men to his right. Gone briefly were three very different modern men and in their place were uniformed Musketeers, regal and steadfast against any that wished to cause harm. It was at that moment the perfect description of Caleb's life and future came to him and he shared the words of wisdom with all around him.
"All for one and one for all."
1- From every enemy both visible and invisible and everywhere in this lifetime be freed
2- Be cast out and driven away from your creature