Your Favorite Quotes

“Pastor Jim?”

Jim relaxed in the rocker once more. “Yes, Dean?”

“Do you think I’ll ever be Real?”

The question took his breath and Jim felt his eyes begin to sting as the words sank in and he took in the imploring green gaze beseeching him for the right answer.

“What do you mean, son?”

Dean’s brows drew together, and his lip quivered slightly. “I mean…to Dad and Sammy…will I be REAL?”

Jim glanced to the worn book, and an image of the stuffed rabbit discarded on the forest floor sprung unbidden to his mind. Will they love me like they should? It was what Dean was asking him, in the only way a ten-year-old boy could.

“I really don’t know, Dean,” he replied softly, because he was always truthful. But, God, I hope so.

“You're Caleb. That's what Calebs do. You draw dragons and bring pizza and you watch out for Dean.”

Caleb started to go, but then turned to face Dean once more. “And Deuce? It just hit me… but we forgot to list the best thing your Mom gave you.” It was something Caleb’s mother had never been able to give him. “And you saved it from the fire.”

Dean frowned. “What’s that?”

Caleb forced a grin. “Your little brother.” Reaves didn’t wait for a reply, pulling the door closed behind him.

Dean sat quietly alone, staring at the paper no longer daunting. With a contented sigh, he picked up the pencil and in big bold letters wrote ‘SAM’.

“Worried about me, cupcake? How incredibly girly of you.”

“Are you kidding?” Dean smirked. “I’m taking bets on how… many fingers you lose to frost bite-not to mention, other more valuable parts.”

Reaves rolled his eyes. “Now there’s the smart-ass I’ve grown to sort of like.”

“We love you, too.” Sam said around a yawn, much to his older brother’s embarrassment.

“Ditto, Saturn.”

“Mercury,” Sam corrected and the psychic laughed.

“Right. I forgot-smallest planet in your class.”

Sid ignored him, continuing his monologue. “A lot of people are afraid of being burned.” The blond squatted in front of the flames, reached his hands out towards the fire. He turned his head to look at the captives again. “What about you, Reaves? What are you afraid of?”

Caleb opened his mouth but his words were stolen. As if Sid’s words had conjured it, Caleb’s worst fear materialized before him. Mikey re-entered the room but he wasn’t alone.

He held a struggling Dean Winchester in his grasp.

(not so much a quote but one of my favorite caleb moments)

Dean rolled onto his back with a frustrated exhale. He clenched his fingers in the flowered bedspread. “Do you know what your first word was?”

“Huh?” Sam asked, obviously not grasping the shift in subject.

“ ‘Dean’. You said it plain as day. I still remember it.” Dean continued to look up at the ceiling. “It changed everything. I remember looking at Dad- just to be sure I’d really heard it. You said it again. And at first Dad had this sad look on his face, but then he started laughing-then I started laughing. You just kept saying it.”

“Dean…”

Dean turned towards the other boy again. “You don’t get it, Sammy, I know. But sometimes that word-the way you said it- is all I can hear when you’re talking to me. It drowns out everything else you say.”

Sam swallowed, thickly. He didn’t understand-not really. Maybe he never would. But he did know even as a child, he understood what was important. He latched onto the one thing that would never fail him. Maybe little Sammy had been a whole hell of a lot smarter than grown-up Sam. He smiled. “So…this is all my fault?”

Dean laughed, catching the life-line his brother was tossing him. “Oh yeah. You started this years ago, !@#$%.”

“You okay?”

Caleb cleared his throat, his voice sounding scratchy and pathetic. “That depends…”

Sam propped up on one elbow, peering even more intently into his eyes. “On?”

“On why I’m the melty middle of a Winchester sandwich?”

Sam grinned. “What? Don’t you remember Dad’s lecture about spooning for body heat?”

“Spooning?” Caleb blinked. “There was spooning?”

“That was after the mouth to mouth,” Dean said.

Caleb turned to find Dean now awake, an amused gleam in his best friend’s green eyes. “Mouth to mouth?” he croaked. “You didn’t.”

“It was a sacrifice, I know.” Dean pushed himself up to his knees, yawning. “Especially since I know the places your mouth has been, Damien.”