"When The Levee Breaks"
If it keeps on rainin', levee's goin' to break,
When The Levee Breaks I'll have no place to stay.
Mean old levee taught me to weep and moan,
Got what it takes to make a mountain man leave his home,
Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well.
Don't it make you feel bad
When you're tryin' to find your way home,
You don't know which way to go?
If you're goin' down South
They go no work to do,
If you don't know about Chicago.
Cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good,
Now, cryin' won't help you, prayin' won't do you no good,
When the levee breaks, mama, you got to move.
All last night sat on the levee and moaned,
Thinkin' about me baby and my happy home.
Going, going to Chicago... Going to Chicago...
Sorry but I can't take you...
Going down... going down now... going down....
Sam closed the hotel room door behind him, determined never to look
back. He’d done it with his father and Dean’s lack of trust made it all
the more easier. Lilith was his priority now. Catching up with Ruby to
take the final step was his only mission. Like his mother said: Dean
didn’t understand. He would never understand.
“Look what I found slithering out the front door.” The voice stopped
him cold. Caleb stood in the hallway; Ruby held out with the Dragon’s
Talon pressed against her throat. A trickle of red ran down her neck
and Sam’s mouth watered. “She’s not the formidable opponent she usually
is. I guess donating a couple of pints has left her a little more
“He caught me off guard,” Ruby explained.
“Dean called you, and you came running back from Hawaii.” Sam wasn’t
surprised. It was just like his brother to go crying to Caleb.
Caleb's face relaxed into a mock innocence. “Deuce didn’t call me. He
doesn’t know I’m here.”
Sam could still read the lie. Caleb had made his choice weeks ago. “You
got a bad feeling? A vision? About Dean or me?" He stepped closer to
Caleb and Ruby.
“You tried to kill your brother.”
“God, this is so rich. You two were made for each other. You’re
concerned about Dean. He worries about you." Sam said it in a singsong
voice, which had Ruby smiling. He threw his hands up in the air in
frustration. "Where the hell were you when I was suffering through
hours and hours of torture? Where was that great sympathetic link to
The Triad then? Did you feel any of it, or does The Knight thing only
work for The Guardian?”
Sam gave him credit, Caleb actually looked stricken. His voice breaking
was the perfect touch. “I can’t sense you anymore, Sammy, and it has
nothing to do with The Triad.” He gave Ruby a hard shake. “It’s because
of what this bitch has done to you.”
“So the demon blood has blurred our connection?” Sam laughed, wondering
if there was ever any connection to anyone. His life had never been his
own, and he was finally taking some control. “That’s funny and damn
ironic seeing as how the demon blood makes me your brother more than
Dean will ever be. Did you forget your lineage, Damien?”
Caleb pressed the knife deeper into Ruby’s throat, causing her to
wince. “She’s fucked with your head, Sam. Feeding you half truths along
with her poison. This isn’t you, man. Noah Seaver’s amulet did the same
thing to me. I thought I was invincible, that I was right about
everything. I saw things clearly and everyone else was off base, but
the power blinded me. It was a lie Sam. All of this is a lie.”
“This is different than the amulet." Sam shook his head at Caleb's
naiveté. "This isn’t about saving Dean. It’s about saving the
world, mankind. It's my destiny.”
“Going dark side is not your destiny. Ruby just wants you to think it
is.” Caleb gripped her forearm tighter.
“Sam is the only one who can kill Lilith,” Ruby said. She met Sam’s
gaze, gave a slight smile. “He’s stronger than you know.”
“How about you stop talking before I cut off your head," Caleb growled.
Ruby didn’t seem as concerned by the threat. “Sam, we’re wasting time.
Get this over with.”
“She has another motive, Runt. We just haven’t put it all together yet.
Think about it. The things Rose did to Dean, Boone’s murder, the trap
in Wyoming and your little spell as Sleeping Beauty. They are all
linked to this bitch.”
This is exactly what Ruby had warned him about, how things could be
twisted to seem bad in a certain light, just like his abilities. “This
isn’t about Ruby! This is about me, about who I am.”
Caleb frowned. “You don’t think I know who you are? Shit, looking at
you is like looking in a damn funhouse mirror sometimes. All the
doubts, worries I’ve ever had about myself over the years…the fear that
I’d turn on the people I love. Maybe it’s why I couldn’t see what you
Sam recalled their earlier meeting after the gig with the magicians. “I
tried to talk to you about this before. I wanted you on my side.”
“So I could what? Join you in a demon cocktail?"
Ruby was working her free hand up to the knife. “Sam is going to stop
Caleb pulled her hair back, ceasing her motion. “You, don’t talk to me.”
"I had to get away." They were the same words he used when he had gone
to Stanford. "Dean didn't want me in the fight." These were words Caleb
could understand, hadn't Dean done the same to Caleb before.
“He doesn't want you to get hurt. He's worried about you," Caleb said
Sam's anger flared, taking in a copious amount of demon blood at one
time had made his mood erratic. It was the excuse he was using about
leaving his brother injured in the motel room. "He should worry for
himself. Like I said he came back weak."
"You keep saying he's weak. But has he done anything to show you that
he is weak? Because I sure as hell don't see it. Maybe he came back as
the guy who is supposed to do the job."
"Because he is a righteous man? He can't stomach the job anymore." Ever
since Dean came back from Hell it was one excuse after another without
Dean embracing his duty.
"He's not reckless," Caleb explained.
Sam snorted. "But that's what we need. A leap of faith—you know all
about faith." He used to think they were so much alike, both he and
Caleb less skeptical, more worldly than Dean. Now Sam saw how limiting
faith was. It was all invested in Dean.
“I have faith in us, in The Brotherhood.”
"Faith in The Triad?" Ruby snickered. She seemed bored by Caleb's
immobility. "Rose and I trapped you by using The Triad. Do you remember
"Yep, and I still remember how Dean gutted your girlfriend."
Her eyes flashed black.
"I still remember what your girl did to Dean. What those drugs did to
him. You were in on it," Caleb whispered in her ear, but it was loud
enough for Sam to hear.
"You don't remember that I tried to help when Sam asked me to?" Ruby
puckered her lips. "Rose wasn't in my back pocket. She had her own
life. She was independent, adventurous. I thought that was something
that you looked for in a girl?" Ruby's eyes met Sam's and they were the
warm brown he expected. "Look, I'm sorry I hurt Josh. Sam forgave me.
Rose promised me she wasn't going to hurt anyone. But Rose is dead. I
made a mistake. I've been trying to make up for it by helping Sam,
saving him. I can help you, too, save you from all those insecurities
about your demon side." She shifted her eyes to give Caleb a sideways
"Who says I have insecurities?"
Sam knew Caleb was bluffing. He had just admitted he worried about
turning on his friends and family.
"Are you worried that Dean won't like you anymore if you use your
abilities to their full capacity, like Sammy?"
"Nothing can change the fact that Dean and Sam are brothers," Caleb
"My brotherhood status has strings." Sam was so tired of the same old
argument. They were also wasting time. Lilith was getting away while
they were having a circular conversation.
“Don’t you see what she’s doing?” Caleb continued. “I sure as hell
understand it now, and I’m going to do everything I can to fix it.
Whatever hold she has over you ends now.”
“I can’t let you do that.” Sam lifted his hand. The Dragon’s Talon was
jerked from Ruby’s throat and pried from Caleb’s grip. The Knight was
thrown against the wall, pinned with his feet dangling above the floor.
“I need someone on my side.”
“She is not on your side, Sam!” Caleb struggled against the hold.
“Arrhhh! You don’t know what you’re doing. The Brotherhood could be
what we need to stop all of this. We have to work together.”
Caleb was struggling against the hold, also trying to invade Sam's
mind, which he easilyhe easily blocked. “Again with The Triad?” Sam
said. “You always come back to that.”
“It’s because I have an obligation and so do you.”
Ruby rolled her eyes. “The Brotherhood puts you at a disadvantage. You
have no idea how your positions can be used against you.”
Sam glanced at the silver band still on his hand. He slid it free, felt
the weight of his old life disappearing as he tossed it against the
wall below Caleb's feet. “I quit.”
“This isn’t the kind of job you can turn a resignation in and walk
away! You knew that when you took that ring from Dean, when you
accepted your position as Scholar. Triads aren’t disbanded that easily.”
“There’s always a way out,” Ruby said as she bent down and retrieved
the blade that had been against her throat. She stepped to Caleb,
tracing a The Triad symbol over his stomach before angling the blade
towards his heart. “Circles can be broken.”
"Ruby," Sam warned her to back off. “I don't need The Brotherhood. It
isn’t holding me back anymore."
“No, but The Knight can still offer us something.” Ruby lifted the
knife, stabbing Caleb in the leg. Caleb cried out at the sudden
onslaught. “Who’s weakened by their human side now?”
Sam moved forward. “Ruby. Stop.” He saw the shiny redness that winked
at him on the blade as Ruby pulled it from Caleb.
“Remember what I said about you needing more than I can give you? This
will work.” Sam watched as she ran her fingers over the blade, Caleb’s
blood pooling between her digits. “Why not go straight to the source?”
Sam’s heart pounded in his ears. Sweat broke out on his face as the
scent reached him. The call was undeniable as his body recognized what
was being offered. “No.” This was Caleb, not some demon.
“Azazeal’s blood, Sam.” Ruby wasn’t deterred. “He’s a source. You don’t
have to kill him. We’ll just take what you need.” She brushed against
Sam, pressing her fingers to her lips before kissing Sam. He couldn’t
stop himself. Sam closed his eyes and took her offering. “It’s for the
greater good,” she whispered.
“Sammy…” Caleb’s voice had him opening his eyes, stepping away from
Ruby. The older hunter’s features registered both his physical pain and
the betrayal. “Don’t do this.”
Sam looked at Ruby. He rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth, the
taste of power still tingling on his tongue, teasing him with the
possibility. She smiled and lifted her hand.
“Give me the flask.”
RcJ & Ti
The touch was warm on his skin, the voice insistent he wake up. Dean
blinked, hoping he was caught up in another Hell nightmare. The aches
and pains in his body definitely gave the thought credibility. Caleb’s
face slowly swam into focus. “Damien?”
“Look at me, Deuce.” Caleb’s hand moved from his face to his shoulder.
“Do you know where you are?”
Dean’s throat burned. “Is a bikini clad beach in Hawaii out of the
Caleb snorted. “Afraid so.”
“Then my next guess would be Sam and Ruby’s honeymoon suite.” Dean
wanted to gag. It was like being caught up in Sam's dream world when he
realized that Ruby was playing the role of Sam's wife.
“Not all bad news. The happy couple’s gone.”
“Yeah.” Dean lifted a hand to his head feeling the dried blood where
his skull had impacted with the vanity mirror. “I got that much before
succumbing to the concussion.”
“I ran into them on their way out.” Caleb gripped his arm. “You okay?”
“Sammy tried to kill me.” Dean thought that would explain it all.
Caleb nodded. “Let’s get you up?”
Dean wasn’t sure if getting vertical was a good idea, but he couldn’t
lay on the floor forever. There was the apocalypse and all. “Ready as
I’ll ever be.”
“Easy.” Caleb stopped once he made it to what passed as a sitting
position, brushing at shards of glass stuck to his coat. “Take it slow,
Dean wrapped an arm around his ribs, closing his eyes to keep the
nausea at bay. Slow was good. “You try to stop them?”
Caleb pulled him the rest of the way up, maneuvering them out of the
rubble. “Try is an interesting word.”
Dean wavered, leaning into his friend to regain his equilibrium.
Everything hurt, including his pride. “According to your buddy Yoda,
there is no try.”
“Funny you should say that.” Caleb kept a hand on him as he walked them
towards the bed. “I’m definitely feeling the Obi Wan thing today, the
young Obi from the prequels, the one Anakin screwed over.”
Dean swallowed, wincing as his friend helped him to sit down. He tried
to coax some levity into his voice. “I’m getting a little bit of the
Abel vibe myself. How did Cain do away with his brother again?”
“Bible doesn’t really say.” Caleb’s fingers brushed against his throat
where Sam had tried to strangle him. “Do you need a doctor?"
Dean blinked away the burning in his eyes. “No.” He shook his head.
“I’m okay.” They didn’t have time for him to be otherwise.
“Yeah.” Caleb let his hand drop. “You look it.”
“Do you need an ER run?” Dean hadn’t missed his friend’s pinched
features, pale face. He zeroed in on the way Caleb struggled to help
him up, favoring his right leg where he could now see blood stains and
a makeshift bandage. Dean wasn’t sure he wanted to know what had
happened, but couldn’t overlook the obvious injury. “You’re bleeding.”
“I unwillingly gave to the cause.”
Dean gaze traveled from the wound on Caleb’s thigh up to his friend’s
“Thanks to dear old great grand dad, apparently my blood is the China
white of demon juice. Go figure.”
Dean felt bile rise to the back of his throat as the implication sank
“No.” Caleb reached for his duffle, dug inside for the first aid kit.
“Ruby tapped me like a frat party keg.”
“That bitch is dead.” She would already have been gone if Sam hadn’t
stopped him. “I’m going to have her head on a platter.”
“Don’t sweat it.” Caleb shrugged. “I’m down a pint or so, but nothing a
cookie and some juice won’t fix.”
“That’s not funny.” Dean watched his friend as he unpacked peroxide and
butterfly bandages, purposefully avoiding his gaze. Joking was a coping
technique they both used, but Caleb’s overzealous attempts were
unsettling. “Nothing about this is fucking funny, Damien.” Sam had
Caleb soaked a bandage, dabbed it against the the wound on Dean’s
forehead. “I hear you and Cas are an item again, that the angels have
plans for you.”
Dean winced, forced himself to hold still. He figured if he let Caleb
do this, then Caleb would let him look at his leg wound. “You talked to
Caleb nodded. “I called him as soon as I got stateside. He told me
where you were headed.”
“The angels made my deal with the Crossroad Demon look like a health
club contract. Only thing missing was Castiel laying a wet slobbery one
“That could come back to bite you in the ass.”
“Yeah.” Dean wondered how and by whom Castiel had been
re-indoctrinated. Dean wished he had found out more about Uriel's
faction. “Not really counting on any Michael Landon moves from good old
“Maybe you shouldn’t count him out yet.”
“Did Bobby tell you the part where they were no help at all with Sam?”
Dean looked up at his friend. “I don’t trust the angels, Damien.”
“Dude, if you can’t trust God’s army, who the hell can you trust?”
He did not know where Caleb's unwavering belief in God came from,
because he protested going to Pastor Jim’s church and slept through
services he was forced to attend. “That’s exactly what I’m saying. I
don’t know if I believe in God or if I want to.”
“Sounds like he believes in you.” Caleb raised a brow. “Wasn’t that
always Pastor Jim’s point? He could not have been wrong about the whole
thing. Something’s not right here. We’re missing some crucial piece of
Dean wished for Pastor Jim's presence, the man's constancy of
character. “Bobby warned me to go easy.” Dean looked to the left where
he and Sam had battled. “I don’t think this is what he had in mind.”
Caleb passed him two Tylenols. “Bobby wasn’t here.”
“Good thing. I’m not sure who he would have sided with.” It hurt that
Bobby’s words planted more doubts in his mind when Dean already had
more than his fair share. “I don’t think I could have held them both
“I don’t think any of us expected the battle lines to cut across home
Dean licked his lips after dry swallowing the tablets. “He wanted to
let Sam do his thing, thought that maybe we were holding him back
because we loved him too much”
“Bobby can be as much of an ass as John Winchester when it comes to the
fight. You know how the demon stuff gets him going.” Caleb rubbed his
eyes. “And for the record, you can never love someone too much, Deuce.”
“You sure?” Dean thought back to his sacrifices. “Maybe I was wrong
back at Cold Oak. Look what I started, where it’s landed Sam-somewhere
a whole of a lot worse than a hunter's funeral.”
“Dude.” Caleb rested a hand on his leg. “No Monday morning
Dean didn’t acknowledge the fact Caleb wasn’t disagreeing with him. “I
just wanted to save him, Damien. I just wanted my brother back, and now
I’ve lost him anyway.”
“This isn’t over. As long as we’re still breathing, there’s time to
turn it all around.”
The physical harm they had unleashed on one another was the least of
their problems. “I told him if he walked out, not to come back.” Dean
pressed a hand to his side where a throbbing ache was demanding his
attention. “I sounded just like Dad.”
Caleb pulled his hand away, running practiced hands over Dean’s ribs.
“You are nothing like your old man.” He frowned, unhappy with the way
Dean hissed and jerked beneath his touch. “Sam will come back. You’ll
Dean couldn’t help to hear the accusation in the statement, and the
unspoken, ‘even if you shouldn’t’. . “Will you?”
“There’s nothing to forgive.” Caleb went back to his medical bag,
putting away some of the supplies. “It’s the blood. Ruby. It would be
like blaming someone who’s possessed.”
“You sure about that?” Dean wanted to believe what Caleb was saying,
but the mind and the heart were two very different animals. Caleb was
ruled by the later. “Forgiving and forgetting are not the same thing.”
“Goddamnit , Deuce, stop poking me with a stick.” Caleb tossed the bag
on the bed beside him. “What the hell do you want me to say?”
"First, sit down; let me check out that leg." Dean got up with a groan,
pulled the medical bag towards him. "You’re acting as if this is some
run of the mill gig gone astray. This is Sam.”
Caleb took Dean’s vacated spot on the bed. “I’m really trying not to
think about the fact Sam attacked Bobby, pissed on The Brotherhood, and
stood by and watched while his girlfriend had her fucking way with me.
Asking me to talk about him rationally as I piece your ass back
together, yet again, is beyond what I can give you at the moment.”
Dean poured the hydrogen peroxide on the wound.
Caleb hissed. "Fuck that hurts."
"Yeah. Tell me about it." Dean was agreeing on a different type of
pain. “There’s no going back." He cleared his throat. "This isn't about
The Brotherhood. This is you and me here so if you want out, want to
change your mind. . ." He would offer the same to Bobby.
“A while back ago, Sam accused me of taking sides, choosing you over
him.” Dean listened as he blotted the wound. Either Caleb or Ruby had
opened up the pant leg allowing better access. “But the thing is, there
never was any choice. Whatever you do, however this fucking plays out,
I’ve got your back.”
Dean was relieved even though it was what he expected. ““We have to
find him.” A part of him hated the idea of chasing after his brother,
but watching out for Sam, even if it was only to protect him from
himself, was ingrained. “Can you sense him?”
“No, but I’m hoping Josh might be able to help with that.” Caleb
watched Dean thread the needle for stitches.
Dean had not told Mac about Sam's attachment to Ruby, sworn Bobby to
secrecy too so that when Sam came to his senses he could return to his
old life. As moments passed and things degenerated, it seemed less
possible, yet he had to try. “Can we trust him to go along with this?”
Caleb looked up. “Why not?”
“Because aside from the fact Sam attacked Bobby, pissed on The
Brotherhood, his best girl is the one that stabbed Josh, then there is
the other problem that Josh is our Advisor, and has a duty to The
"He has a duty to his Triad. We come first." Caleb grunted as Dean made
the first stitch. "He'll help, and we'll throw in Ruby as a bonus."
He had to voice the concern. However, Joshua had changed, forsaken his
father for them. Dean also felt Joshua respected him, which was more
than he got from his own brother these days. "We're going to have to
split up. I'll go back to Bobby's, see if he can narrow down Lilith's
location." Bobby was one of the Central command stations for The
Brotherhood. "You go to Josh's place."
“Only if you promise not to confront Sam on your own.” Caleb waited for
Dean to meet his gaze. “It’s not safe.”
Dean lifted a brow. “Same goes for you.”
Caleb nodded. "We'll get him back, Deuce then we'll find the nearest
bar and make him buy us drinks."
They both knew there was no such simple solution. As he said, he would
forgive Sam, but forgetting would be harder. "Detailing for a year,
maybe." He tied the last stitch, placed some antibiotic ointment on the
gauze and taped it closed. "You good to go?"
"Are you?" Caleb stood up slowly.
Dean wanted to go home, home to the farm where there was a dog, some
brew and peace. But home meant Sam, too, and it was all out of his
grasp. Dean clutched Caleb's forearm for closure. This may be the last
time he saw his best friend. "Got a date with destiny."
Caleb returned the embrace then pulled him in. "Destiny doesn't mean we
end up dead. A year ago you were telling me goodbye, and here we are. .
Dean smiled. "And it's still all about me." He'd gone too far or not
far enough for a happy ending since Hell seemed to follow him back to
earth. "It started with me. It ends with me. That's what the angels
say." Dean dropped the grip. "Damien, no matter what happens don't
second guess that your destiny is to be a good guy, white hat and all."
He patted his friend on the shoulder, headed to the door. It was time
“Destiny can just as easy be a couple of hot chicks, some cold beer on
a beach in Hawaii with your best wing man.”
Dean grinned, needing more than ever to believe that was a possibility.
“I’m going to hold you to that.”
Caleb gave a tight nod. “ Same goes for you.”
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