No Son of Mine

A Lesson In Pop Culture Part 2

~WARNING~ This chapter includes some LGBT bashing, graphic descriptions of wounds, explicit language, and degrading comments made towards a minor. Read at your own discretion.

When Caleb looked out the window and saw a large storm cloud hanging above the Impala's roof, ominous flashes of lightning and all, he almost laughed out loud at the cliche-cheesy-horror-movie atmosphere that was surrounding them.

Not only were they driving into a forest in the middle of night to confront a real live 'monster', but they were also driving silent in a car with nothing but static coming from the radio to keep them company. The storm just put the cherry on top.

The silence, though, is what stopped him from saying a joke that he would've said in any other circumstances.

Despite a certain naysayer (Bobby Singer) calling him blind to anything other than monsters, men (or women), good movies, and guns, Caleb could feel the underlying tension residing in the car as they drove... and call him a physic wonder for picking up all the feelings in the room, but he could also feel the overhanging threat surrounding the man in the driver's seat and the faint feeling of fear coming from the boy in the back.

Caleb didn't know what exactly happened to the once energetic child and once trustworthy and loyal father that Bobby had described to him when sending him on this case, but he knew that whatever it had been, its lasting effects could be more than he could fix.

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They pulled off onto a road maintenance trail, drove about thirty more yards, enough to keep the Impala out of the immediate line of sight, and then all three of them silently climbed out of the car.

Caleb stretched his arms above his head, wincing as his back and neck popped multiple times and then walked around the side of the old classic to where the rest of his team was. "You guys ready to gank some nasty chupacabra ass?"

Dean smirked slightly from his position behind John but didn't say anything. John sent him an annoyed glare and popped the trunk. "Let's just get this over with, Caleb. No funny games."

Caleb defensively put a hand on his chest. "Me?! Why I would never!" He winked at Dean behind John's back and got a mischievous grin back.

"Of course you wouldn't, Funny Man, how could I ever have thought that you would joke around?"

Caleb ducked his head and went slightly red at the nickname that a good portion of the hunters called him. "You caught me."

John pushed a shotgun into his hands with small victorious smirk. "That's what I thought. Caleb you follow me, Dean bring up the rear for Caleb."

Caleb took the gun but hesitated. "I..uh..Is that the best course of action, John? I mean the kid's only what, 7? 8? I don't know if that's really a good idea. Chupacabras are nasty sons of bitches."

John whirled around with such force and with such a vicious look on his face, Caleb involuntarily backed up a step. "You got a problem, son? I run the show around here, and I say this is how things are going to be. If you want to keep that pretty face of yours pretty, I suggest that you don't say another goddamned word unless you know where the bastard is or that you've gone and killed the son of a bitch. Am I clear, soldier?"

Caleb found himself nodding without thinking.

John's eyes flashed briefly and then he was focusing on Dean, who was cowering beside the car's trunk. "Apparently Caleb already knows you're a fuck up, and because of your incompetence, he's questioning my orders. If you mess up one more thing on this goddamned hunt I swear to God you will wish you'd've never gotten out of bed this morning. Do you understand?" When John received a shaky nod, he shoved his finger into the boy's chest. "You're going to bring up the rear. If I hear so much as one little peep from you, you're dead. And for gods sake watch where you point the gun. Caleb nor I want to get shot today. Keep up with our pace and Don't. Mess. Up."