Rites of Passage
Disclaimer: Eric Kripke for creating Supernatural and Ridley for
creating The Brotherhood
Joshua sat in the passenger seat of
his father's Lincoln Town Car. The twenty year old had completed his
junior year at The College of William and Mary in Virginia. He was
going to spend time with his grandmother in Arizona, then get an
internship at a local public relations firm, but Harland had other
ideas. There were hunts, and he had made arrangements for Joshua to
join Ian and Fischer while Harland and Silas Fox tended to another hunt.
Joshua enjoyed hunting, but his
father put him on edge, and did not allow him to rely on his mother's
teachings. However, this time Harland's displeasure was directed
towards the new Knight.
Daniel Elkins had deteriorated to the
point he had become a recluse. It was the right of the Guardian to
replace The Knight and Scholar, and Jim had taken advantage of his
position. When Victor Stephen retired he was replaced with Mackland
Ames and just yesterday a new Knight had been installed.
"What has Mackland Ames done for us?
The Brotherhood? The position should have been Griffin's. Hell, he
should have been The Guardian."
Joshua should have told his father
that Jim was an excellent Guardian. The young hunter learned it was
better to listen than to remark if there was to be peace between the
"Now, this stranger-John Winchester.
Former Marine. Worked with him once and I wasn't that impressed."
This should have been the time when
Joshua said, 'It should have been you, Dad.' Again, the younger Sawyer
remained silent and looked out the window at the passing Kentucky
He felt his father's eyes on him, and
straightened his lanky frame. "Boy, you better smarten up. Be sharp.
I'm expecting you to get your ring soon."
"Yes, Dad." Joshua nodded.
They pulled up to Jim Murphy's
farmhouse. In the driveway was a Chevrolet Impala and Ian's green Ford
Explorer. Joshua got out of the car, grabbed his gear and his father's
from the trunk. He waved to Ian and Fischer, sitting lazily on the
He brought his father's bag to him
and heard the exchange between Harland and what Joshua assumed was the
infamous new Knight, John Winchester.
"Congratulations, John." Harland
stretched out his hand with a congenial smile.
"Thank you, Harland." John accepted
the seemingly cordial congratulations.
"This is my son, Joshua."
Joshua extended his hand after making
a quick assessment of the gruff man. "Nice to meet you." He felt his
hand fold under Winchester's unrelenting grip of a handshake.
"John has two boys." Harland
continued. "David and Sam."
Joshua's initial assumption had been
incorrect. John Winchester did not give off a fatherly vibe.
Pastor Jim cleared his throat. "Dean
and Sam," he corrected. "They're at the zoo with the Bible study class.
Perhaps you'll be able to meet them later. However, Caleb is here."
"Mackland's adopted boy?" Harland
Joshua knew his father was curious.
Joshua had met the boy already, and was ambivalent. He had heard the
gossip, Pastor Jim was favoring Caleb Reaves and rumors abounded about
the teen's extensive psychic abilities. To Joshua, Caleb Reaves was
just a wise ass teenager.
"His son, yes." Jim replied "Mackland
had some engagements and Caleb is staying with me for the interim."
"Junior!" John yelled out.
Pastor Jim winced at the loud voice.
Caleb Reaves made his appearance,
exiting through the porch doors with two dogs on his heels. His hair
was longer than the last time Joshua has seen him, chin level. He wore
jeans, and a well worn t-shirt. He jutted his chin at Joshua.
"Hey," Joshua replied with a nod.
"Caleb Reaves, this is my father, Harland Sawyer."
The elder Sawyer held out his hand in
greeting. "Heard a lot about you, boy."
Caleb glanced to John before
accepting the handshake. "Yeah, it's all true."
John slapped the back of Caleb's head
playfully. The teen immediately patted down his hair.
Joshua felt the slap on his back, and
the playful punch Ian gave him to his stomach had some bite to it.
Joshua rubbed the spot.
"He coming on the hunt with us, Jim?"
Ian gave Caleb the once over.
"Yeah, I want to. . ." Caleb looked
at Jim with a coaxing smile.
John frowned and interrupted. "He's
working on some stuff for me."
Harland crossed his arms in
disapproval. "Got to let the boy from underfoot sometime, John. Be good
to get some experience from other hunters. May even pick up a few
Joshua heard the challenge in his
"I don't want him picking up bad
habits." John stated, his voice having a tone of annoyance.
Harland grinned, his charm showing
through. He placed a hand on Ian's shoulder. "I helped train these boys
"Jim?" Caleb asked for the pastor's
The dogs gathered around The
Guardian's leg, and everyone waited for his decision. "Joshua, will you
Joshua fidgeted as all eyes went to
him. He didn't want the burden, but his father had pushed the
situation. "Sure, Jim."
Harland clapped Ian on the back,
happy he won the battle of the wills. "An easy salt and burn according
to the boys. They'll be back in a day. I'm meeting Silas for our
"Grab your stuff." Ian gestured with
his chin to Caleb. "We're leaving in a few minutes."
Caleb returned in five minutes,
Rayban sunglasses in place. Joshua shook his head. The teen had been
prepared. Caleb stood next to John.
"You sure you got everything?"
Winchester looked at the bag. "You take the PPK?"
Ian had moved over to stand next to
Joshua. He was the same height as Joshua, but his hair was darker and
shorter. More importantly, Ian had received his ring last year on his
twenty-first birthday. Ian snorted. "You got to be kidding me," he
mumbled under his breath, but Joshua smirked at the sentiment.
Caleb zippered the duffel to show
John the contents. "Yeah, and I packed extra holy water too, Johnny.
Winchester placed a hand on Reaves's
shoulder. "I worry, kid. Mackland's not here and I like to keep the
good doctor happy."
Caleb rolled his eyes. "Mac knows I
can handle myself. You taught me everything I need to know."
"Not everything." John narrowed his
eyes and glared at Ian and Joshua.
"Touching really, but we're burning
daylight." Ian snapped his fingers, and pointed to Fisher and the
Explorer. The older boy tugged at Joshua and then walked away from the
hunters towards the vehicle.
Reaves pulled away from Winchester.
"Tell Deuce I'll catch up with him later." He waved to Jim and John,
and jogged to the other boys keeping in time with their step.
"Have fun, boys." Harland called out.
"Be careful." Jim added.
Joshua smiled. Some time away from
his normal existence of school and with the boys hunting would be fun.
The dogs were still following Caleb.
"Can we lose the dogs?" Hastings
flicked a look at Pastor Jim's pets.
"Yeah." Caleb stopped and whistled.
The dogs retreated to their owner.
The tailgate was open. Joshua placed
his backpack inside as did Caleb. Ian was the driver, Fisher in the
passenger seat leaving Joshua and Caleb in the backseat. They pulled
away, Pastor Jim's farm in the distance with John watching from the
Fisher turned around in his seat.
"You've been hunting before-right?"
"Yeah." Caleb shrugged his
nonchalance. "John's taken me a couple of times."
"Hmmm…it'll be good to see you in
action, training with the Knight and all." Fisher commented with a
"Reaves, the pecking order here is
that I'm in charge." Ian looked in the rearview mirror, keeping his
eyes away from the road. A car honked as he swerved slightly over the
line. "You got that?"
"Yeah, I got it." Caleb affirmed.
"Pay attention to the road, Ian and
put the radio up." Joshua leaned forward so he was in the middle of the
front seat and reached for the radio.
Ian pushed Joshua's hand out of the
way, and twisted the knob of the radio. A Garth Brooks song came
through the speaker system.
Joshua wasn't a country music fan.
"Whatever," Joshua replied and returned to looking out the window.
"So all I know is that it is a salt
and burn. You know the whole 'Be Prepared.'" Caleb quipped. "What's the
"We'll tell you what you need to know
when we get there." Fisher looked at Ian as he answered the teen.
"Can you clue me in?" Joshua asked.
He had been picked up at school by his father and given no information.
He packed the basics, believing that Fisher and Ian would have anything
else he would need.
"Sawyer, you're the man, not like
we're going to keep you outta the loop." Fisher laughed.
"Haunted house in Ohio. We need to do
a clean sweep. The body's buried on the premises so it's all easy.
Nothing we can't handle." Ian explained with lazy confidence. Then the
older hunter growled, and slammed on the brakes, lurching everyone
forward. Ian turned around and pointed at Caleb. "Don't read my mind.
"What was he trying to do?" Joshua
backed away from the teen, and eyed him suspiciously.
"Freak was trying to read my mind."
Hastings growled. "I trained with Griffin Porter. He taught me a few
things." He stared at Reaves in a battle of the wills.
Caleb glanced away. "Shit happens. I
didn't mean to. Won't happen again."
Satisfied, Ian gave a curt nod. He
rolled down the window and lifted his middle finger to the cars honking
"Better not happen again." Fisher
added, and as the car started to move he clipped in his seatbelt.
"Pussy. I'm not going to get anyone
killed." Ian gestured to the seatbelt.
Joshua studied the teen. He
understood the awkwardness of the situation. It was rare he used his
mother's ways on a hunt. "Everyone knows about your psychic abilities."
He stated low enough for just Caleb to hear. "Don't flaunt them."
"I didn't." Caleb muttered.
Joshua shrugged. He tried. "Fine."
The country songs continued playing.
It was a two hour drive from Jim's home, and the conversation turned to
a popular theme amongst the young men.
"You must be getting some action at
that fancy college, Sawyer." Fisher drawled as he accentuated his
Joshua gave a low chuckle, showing
pride in his prowess without really having to say anything. "You know
how it is."
"No," Ian retorted. "We don't bang
the co-eds on a regular basis, college boy."
Sawyer squirmed. As much as he wanted
to be a 'good ole boy' with his friends, he was reminded he was
Caleb, who Joshua assumed was asleep,
interjected. "I'm surprised you get any action."
"Whoaaa," Fisher and Joshua exclaimed
at the teen's comment.
"Like you do." Ian snorted.
"Yeah, I do." Caleb crossed his arms
looking smug. "I'm sure I've got more autographs in my little black
"Pff, guess those girls don't know
about your dirty little secret." Ian insinuated, but didn't continue
along the same line for his insult. "Or is that little book filled with
Toms and Dicks."
Joshua covered his mouth as Caleb
pulled his black book from his back pocket.
"Deanna, Janice, Christine. . ."
"What the hell is he doing?" Ian
Joshua snatched the book from the
teen's hand. "Reading the entries in his book. Laura, Amy, Beth, Donna.
. .Damn, Ian. You should take this kid with you. He could be your lucky
charm." Joshua threw the book back at Caleb.
"Not likely. From what I've heard he
just attracts trouble." Hastings answered. He stretched his arms out on
the steering wheel.
Joshua didn't understand the
reference, and didn't push the issue. Ian would share when he felt like
Finally, they reached their
destination. They got out of the vehicle. Joshua was going to the
tailgate to get his stuff when Fisher stopped him, shaking his head.
"Get the stuff from the car, Reaves."
Ian ordered as he stood near his friends.
"That's not my job." Caleb opened the
back door, went to grab his bag, and turned his back on the trio.
Ian stepped forward and grabbed the
teen by the shoulders, turning him around. "You're not Pastor Jim's
Golden Boy here. Your job is what I tell you it is."
"What about pulling your own weight?"
Reaves scoffed, shrugging Hastings's hands off of him.
"You're working with the big boys
now, Reaves. The Winchester brats aren't around and we're not so
impressed by you." Hastings crossed his arms, making a stand.
"Leave Dean and Sam out of this."
Caleb growled and stepped toe to toe with Ian.
Joshua glanced at Fisher, wondering
if they should intercede. But Fisher was watching the proceedings with
Ian glanced over his shoulder to the
other young men, then returned his gaze to the teen. "Touchy, touchy.
Does Winchester put up with this backtalk?"
"Right." Caleb took a step back,
exhaled and grabbed the additional bags around his arms.
"Fair is fair." Joshua commented as
he was led up the path to the Varney home.
"Maybe in your world." Caleb huffed
and followed behind.
The house was located off the road in
a secluded area. They parked one hundred feet away in some trees, to
disguise the vehicle in case there were passerbys on the road.
Ian barked out the scenario. "Work in
pairs." He pointed to Joshua and Fisher. "You two dig up the grave, and
we'll go in and take care of the spirit."
Reaves frowned. "Wouldn’t it be
better to toast the grave first? That's how John. . ."
"Winchester isn’t here. You need a
review of the pecking order here, Freak?" Hastings stated, then pointed
for the teen to follow him. Caleb dropped the bags.
Joshua and Fisher grabbed their
duffels and put together the collapsible shovels. They began digging
the old, hard grave situated on the side of the house. The blond hunter
tried to listen in on what was happening inside the house, but Fisher
was rambling about some matter and it was difficult to hear both
However, a yelp caught their
"Dig faster!" Joshua prompted Fisher
as they doubled their efforts.
Ian's voice clearly came through.
Sawyer's shovel hit the hardness of
the coffin. They scraped away the dirt, and then used the sides of the
shovels as axes to break through the wood. Finally, they reached the
skeletal remains. Fisher jumped out, racing for the kerosene.
The older hunter removed the cap, and
haphazardly wet the body. Joshua dropped in a book of matches, then
another one to accelerate the process.
Both of them ran to the house,
finding Ian in heap on one side of the room and Caleb on the other
side, sitting against the wall. Fisher went over to Ian, while Joshua
went to assist Caleb.
Joshua placed out his hand, offering
it to the teen. "What happened?"
Caleb accepted the hand and came to
standing with a groan. "Varney's ghost got pissed, and threw us in the
air. I told you that was not a good move. . ."
Fisher had brought Ian to his feet,
no worse for the wear Hastings in three long strides came over to where
Caleb was standing. "Freak's telling me I'm wrong."
"I'm not a freak." Reaves jutted his
chin. "You're wrong again."
Ian's face prickled with redness. He
jabbed his finger into the teen's chest. "You. Don't. Talk. To. Me.
Caleb sighed and looked down at the
finger. He then glanced up with a lazy smile. "Which way should I talk
to you? Smaller words?"
"Enough with the smart mouth," Joshua
said as he stood behind the teen. "Let's just clean up, get back on the
road. . . "
Ian interrupted. "Spending too much
time with those Winchester brats is making you soft. Can't protect them
forever. They'll be inducted soon enough. . ." Ian smiled and gave a
nod to Fisher who returned the grin.
Caleb pushed Ian, sending him back a
few steps. "Don't you touch them. Ever. You're not allowed to talk to
them." To emphasis his point he swung at a surprised Ian sending him
stumbling to his knees.
Joshua reacted instinctively,
restraining the teen and pulling him away from Ian. Hasting wiped the
blood from his lip away and stood up, a smile fixed on his face. He
backfisted the teen.
"We should be hunting you." Ian said
as he connected an uppercut to Caleb's stomach.
Sawyer still held Reaves as he
struggled, using his feet to retaliate.
"Hunting me? You're fucked, man."
Caleb moved his shoulders, fighting Joshua's grasp. "Do you know that?"
"Playing innocent?" Ian punched the
teen's stomach again.
Caleb coughed. "Oh, I'm far from
innocent. And you hit like a girl"
Hastings licked his lips. "That's
right. Your grandfather conjured the famous yellow-eyed demon. Got your
grandma pregnant and the lineage leads right to you. They say the blood
tells. . ."
Joshua felt the teen slacken in his
grip at the revelation of his lineage.
"Hold him!" Fisher yelled out as he
joined the fray and added a right hook to Caleb's face. "Damn, so your
blood is red, figured it would be black."
"Same demon that's after the
Winchester family, killed his wife. Wonder if he knows that?" Ian
brought his right hand around then connected with his elbow to Caleb's
nose. "Daniel Elkins told us all about you. . ."
Joshua saw the splattering of blood
from Caleb's nose. He released the teen.
Reaves went to his knees.
“And if those two Winchester brats
knew, I wonder what they would think about you? Probably hate you.”
Reaves slumped to the floor.
"Ian! That's enough!" Joshua said as
he gathered his wits about him, and realized Caleb was not fighting
Ian reddened at the reprimand, Caleb
forgotten, he pushed Joshua. It was unexpected, and Joshua stumbled to
"I say when it's enough."
Ian and Fisher redoubled their
efforts kicking the downed teen.
Joshua got to his feet, scared they
were going to kill the teen. “He’s not moving.”
It caught the attention of both young
men. Fisher wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Ian cocked his
head and studied the bloodied teen. He crouched down, lifted Caleb's
head by pulling his hair and bent low near the teen's ear.
Joshua couldn’t make out what was
being whispered. He saw as Ian forced the teen to nod, and then
playfully slapped his face.
"He needs help. I don't want to have
to explain to the new Knight that his prized pupil died on your watch."
Sawyer bent down to help the bloodied boy. "Because I am not going to
take the blame."
Ian's brow rose, and he slowly stood
up. "You might have a point, Sawyer."
Joshua looked up, disgusted in Ian's
lack of urgency. "Can you get the car? I don't want to have to carry
"Fine." Ian pulled on Fisher's arm
and the two walked out the door of the Varney home.
Caleb was bleeding from his lip, his
nose and Joshua ghosted the teen's body, knowing there was more damage.
Joshua dipped his finger in the blood dripping from Caleb's nose. He
drew a pentagram on the teen's hand in one fluid moment, saying the
protection blessing his grandmother taught him when he was a child. It
would provide some fortification from the wicked.
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