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phantismaFandom: Supernatural, Broken!Verse (All of Broken is Here)
Title: Bad Influence
Pairing/Characters: Gabe/Caleb, mention of Sam, OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2400
Summary: Following Destinations, Gabe and Caleb go out hunting together...things don't go as smoothly as Caleb might like. This takes place roughly the same time as Out of the Dark.
A/Ns & Warnings: Umm...this was meant to just be Gabe/Caleb porn. I don't know what happened. Apparently the next part of Broken is beginning to become insistent about getting written. Yet, Sam hasn't told me what it is yet. Hospital Sex.
Caleb ducked away from the shattering glass, covering his neck and head with his arms as he rolled clear and came up on one knee, bringing the shotgun around and aiming into the mass of gaseous spectral fury pouring through the second floor window.
Whatever Gabe’s latest geeky gadget did, it had pissed off an already pretty irate—monster-thing. Caleb fired a load of rock salt and the thing retreated back into the farmhouse. Caleb got to his feet slowly, shaking out tight limbs and dragging air into his lungs.
Now if could just find Gabe. His heart stopped as his eyes fell on the crumpled heap below the broken window. “Gabe?” His first steps were tenuous, but he moved swiftly to a run, skidding to a stop beside him. “Shit, Gabe….talk to me.”
There was glass everywhere, covering his body. His face and hands were cut up, his body twisted where it had landed. Caleb looked up at the window and the stern face of what they had thought was just an angry spirit staring down at them. Obviously, it was Gabe’s body being thrown that had shattered the window.
Caleb’s hand shook as he reached to check for a pulse, but they steadied some when he felt the firm pounding of Gabe’s heart. He sighed and started checking for injuries, trying not to move him too much.
Gabe’s left arm was twisted up under him. His right leg was turned out.
“Caleb?” Gabe’s voice was weak and shaky and Caleb turned to find his bright blue eyes out of focus.
“Hold still, okay? You took a bad fall.”
Gabe nodded slightly, his eyes closing. “Hurts.”
Caleb held his breath and brushed a hand over Gabe’s face. “Bet it does. Can you tell me where?”
Gabe’s eyes opened again, rolling a little before they focused on Caleb. “Head. Shoulder, arm…knee…”
“Okay…easy. I’m going to have to get you to an ER.”
Gabe groaned, but didn’t argue. “Lie still, I’ll get the car.”
Caleb’s heart was in his throat as he jogged for the car. He didn’t like the uneven dilation in Gabe’s eyes. It meant a concussion…and head injuries could be tricky…especially because in their six months on the road together, this was Gabe’s third, the second in just a month.
He knew he should call an ambulance to move Gabe, but they couldn’t risk it. An ambulance brought cops, who would want to know what they were doing in the old farmhouse. He pulled up as close as he could and opened the back door.
Gabe had straightened his leg and was trying to move his arm. “I said lie still.” Caleb chastised as he moved to kneel beside Gabe.
“Arm’s broken.” Gabe was panting. He rolled toward his right side and Caleb reached gingerly for the arm, lifting it out from under Gabe.
“Mangled.” Caleb amended. It was broken in at least two places and already starting to bruise.
“Fuck. Hurts.” Gabe gasped and Caleb settled the arm against Gabe’s chest before moving to help him up and onto the back seat of the car.
“Lay still. The hospital isn’t far.” Caleb climbed behind the wheel, watching Gabe’s pasty face in the rear view mirror. Gabe groaned in pain as Caleb drove them down the bumpy drive, and his eyes rolled closed as they got on the road.
Caleb paced the hallway, his phone in his hand. He was going to have to call Allen this time, even if Gabe didn’t want him too. The door opened and a doctor emerged, still scribbling notes. “How is he?”
The man’s face was pinched and he slipped his pen in his pocket before he answered. He sighed. “He’s stable for the moment. I’m concerned about the head injury, and there are indications that he’s bleeding internally.”
“But he’ll be okay, right?”
“Right now it’s a waiting game. If he can get through the next few hours without any complications, he should be okay.”
“Can I see him?”
“We’re running some tests. When that’s done you can sit with him for a while.”
Caleb nodded and flicked open his phone, wandering toward the doors out to the parking lot. He got Allen’s voice mail and looked at his watch, it was two-thirty in the morning. “Shit. Allen. It’s Caleb. We’re in Foster City, Wyoming. Gabe…he’s hurt. He’s going to kill me for calling you. Call me when you get this.”
Gabe felt floaty as he woke up. Floaty and a little nauseous. Drugs…heavy drugs. His tongue was thick. There was a weird beeping noise somewhere near his head. He tried opening his eyes, but the blur of light and color was way too much input for the current capacity of his brain.
He swallowed and realized there was a tube down his throat. That wasn’t good. He breathed through the panic and took inventory. The last thing he remembered was firing at what they had thought was an angry spirit. Only instead of the electricity dissipating the thing, it had exploded it, made it bigger. Then Gabe was flying through the air.
Now he had a tube down his throat and machines beeping at him. He figured that meant hospital. He tried for opening his eyes again, blinking rapidly to try to keep the discomfort to a minimum.
Hospital, most definitely. That wasn’t Caleb’s head near his hand though. Gabe moved the hand enough to touch his father’s cheek. Almost immediately, Allen sat up, relief flooding his face.
“Easy, Gabe.” Allen murmured, grabbing Gabe’s hand before it could start exploring the extent of his injuries. Gabe pulled to get it free. It was the only way he had to communicate, since his other hand was encased in plaster from his knuckles nearly to his shoulder.
He pointed at the tube.
Allen nodded. “Nearly lost you.”
Gabe didn’t understand that. His confusion must have shown on his face, because Allen took a deep breath. “You got thrown out a second story window, Gabe.”
He sort of remembered that. He remembered the spirit turned black, exploded, lifting him off his feet. Everything went hazy after that until he’d heard Caleb’s voice. Gabe’s eyes opened wide and he looked around the room, then back to his father.
“I sent him to get some sleep. He hasn’t left your side in three days.”
Three days. He shifted on the bed, trying to place all the injury. There was the obvious, his arm and his right leg was weighed down too. His chest hurt, his head, his stomach….Three days.
The door opened and a doctor came in, smiling at Gabe. “Well, that’s a good sign.”
“He just woke up.”
“I told you he would, Mr. Barris. It just takes time.” The doctor moved closer to the bed, his eyes kind and filled with concern. “We had to go in and repair some internal damage, young man. Your lung was perforated and there was damage to other organs as well. Your fall broke a few ribs. Not to mention your ankle, and the three breaks in your arm. Wrenched knee, pulled groin, dislocated shoulder, and the head injury.”
“Well Gabe never was a half way kind of kid.” Allen said, brushing a hand over Gabe’s face.
Gabe’s head was swimming. All of that from a simple fall? Even from a second story? He’d had worse falls that he’d walked away from. Then there was the matter of the ghost that wasn’t a ghost.
His father squeezed his hand and Gabe tried to convey that he was okay…well, as okay as he could be. Until he figured it all out.
Caleb hung up his phone and exhaled. All over the country something was brewing. Hunters everywhere reported simple hunts going spectacularly wrong, minor possessions going Linda Blair, black dogs hunting in packs, an upswing in vampire and werewolf activity. Signs and portents off the scale.
Whatever it was, it was going to be big. He swallowed down the last of his coffee and turned to look up at the hospital. Gabe was better, but not ready for big. Not ready for much more arduous than Allen lecturing him over using unproven tech in the field.
But the lecture made Caleb feel better. It meant that Gabe was better, that Allen wasn’t scared any more. That Caleb didn’t have to do it. Their relationship was strange enough without that. Gabe was supposed to be learning from Caleb, though Caleb was learning just as much from Gabe. The kid had good instincts, and a logic that was so different from other hunters. It never ceased to amaze Caleb.
He tossed his coffee cup and headed inside. Gabe smiled as he entered the room. “There you are.” His voice was still a little scratchy, and it gave Caleb shivers.
Allen looked up, putting the book he’d been reading down. “I’m going to go get some sleep and a shower. I’ll be back for dinner.”
“I spoke to Sam. You were right.” Caleb said, his eyes meeting Allen’s.
Allen nodded tightly, glancing aside at Gabe. “Plans?”
“He said he’d call us back, but to be ready to move. I have the impression he knows more than he’s saying.”
“With Sam these days, that’s an understatement.” Allen said. “I’ll see you tonight.” He kissed Gabe’s forehead and left.
Caleb sighed and made sure the door was closed, then pulled the privacy curtain around the bed.
Gabe raised an eyebrow when Caleb sat in the chair Allen had just vacated. “You going to tell me what’s going on?”
Caleb grinned and shook his head. “Nope.”
The other eyebrow joined the first. “Rules.” Caleb said.
“Rules?” Gabe rolled his eyes.
Gabe was in charge when it came to sex, the bedroom, anything like that. Caleb, on the other hand, was in charge of the hunt, of the basics of where they went and how they got there. So far it had worked well.
Gabe pouted at him, but Caleb held his tongue. “Fine.” Gabe looked like he wanted to cross his arms in a huff, but with the one still encased in plaster and held by metal rods, he could only move the other and that didn’t have the same effect.
“So…since we’re not talking about that, and you and I both know you don’t want me to read to you…” Caleb’s words trailed off and he waited. It took a second for his tone, and ever so slight suggestion to eat past Gabe’s frustration. “We are alone. And we have a half hour or so before your next visit from the nurse…”
His hands reached for the blanket covering Gabe to the waist and gently folded it down. “I figured I should make sure the rest of you is still working.”
It was obvious the rest of him was working just fine, because just the barest implication of Caleb’s intention had the boy hard.
“You sure no one will come in?” Gabe asked breathlessly, shifting as Caleb pulled the thin pants down over his erection.
“No one. Just you and me here.” Caleb closed his hand around Gabe’s cock and he smiled. He’d always thought his cock was perfect, the right size and shape and Caleb loved the way he tasted. He stood and moved so that he could reach, licking over the tip lightly. He looked up at Gabe, at eyes glassed over with lust and lips already plumping up from the way Gabe was biting at them.
“But if you make too much noise, someone will hear you.”
Gabe nodded and swallowed. “Quiet. Got it.” He flicked his tongue over his lower lip and Caleb leaned in to kiss him, sucking that tongue into his mouth briefly.
He moved back to Gabe’s cock and whispered “Quiet,” over it before licking it again. Gabe shifted under him and Caleb waited until he was still before blowing cool air over the spit-slick tip.
“Caleb!” It was an urgent groan, not loud, but filled with need and Caleb chuckled at how quickly Gabe could go from not even thinking about sex to full blown need. He licked down, swirling around slowly until he reached the base, then lapped at Gabe’s balls and quickly up the underside before opening his mouth and taking all of Gabe into him. He sucked and released, sucked and released, then was sliding up to the tip, his tongue dancing around the head, over it, under it, then he was sliding back down.
Gabe’s hips moved, like he wanted to thrust up. Caleb’s hands moved to his hips, holding him down as Caleb moved up onto the bed, straddling Gabe’s legs. He bobbed up and down over him, taking him deeper with each pass until Gabe’s hand was on the back of his head. Caleb opened the back of his throat and let Gabe guide him.
He hummed lightly as Gabe’s hand tightened, and swallowed quickly as Gabe came, holding his cock deep in Caleb’s mouth. When his hand loosened and fell away, Caleb looked up, grinning.
“God, Caleb.” Gabe was shaking his head.
Caleb chuckled as he got off the bed and tucked Gabe back inside his pants, then pulled the thin blankets back up to his waist. His kiss was light. “Been wanting to do that for days.” Caleb whispered to him. “Just couldn’t get your dad to leave us alone.”
“I thought I was the horny teenager.” Gabe said softly.
“Maybe you’re a bad influence on me.” Caleb responded, sinking into the chair.
Gabe snorted. “Right. I’m the bad influence.”
“Completely.” Caleb responded, settling back in the chair. “I once was the guy with morals up to here.” Caleb held his hand at eye level. “Then I met you.”
They were quiet for a few minutes. Then Gabe turned to him. “You really aren’t going to tell me what’s going on?”
Caleb shook his head. “Your job is to get back on your feet. Let me and Allen worry about the job.”
Gabe looked worried. “You’re not thinking about going back after that thing are you?”
Caleb leaned forward, kissing over the back of Gabe’s hand. “Not now. Okay? Promise.”
“Okay.” Gabe pulled their joined hands to his mouth and kissed Caleb’s fingers. Caleb sighed and laid his head on Gabe’s hip.
Something big was coming. But for the moment this was all Caleb could think about.
Title: Bad Influence
Pairing/Characters: Gabe/Caleb, mention of Sam, OMC
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2400
Summary: Following Destinations, Gabe and Caleb go out hunting together...things don't go as smoothly as Caleb might like. This takes place roughly the same time as Out of the Dark.
A/Ns & Warnings: Umm...this was meant to just be Gabe/Caleb porn. I don't know what happened. Apparently the next part of Broken is beginning to become insistent about getting written. Yet, Sam hasn't told me what it is yet. Hospital Sex.
Caleb ducked away from the shattering glass, covering his neck and head with his arms as he rolled clear and came up on one knee, bringing the shotgun around and aiming into the mass of gaseous spectral fury pouring through the second floor window.
Whatever Gabe’s latest geeky gadget did, it had pissed off an already pretty irate—monster-thing. Caleb fired a load of rock salt and the thing retreated back into the farmhouse. Caleb got to his feet slowly, shaking out tight limbs and dragging air into his lungs.
Now if could just find Gabe. His heart stopped as his eyes fell on the crumpled heap below the broken window. “Gabe?” His first steps were tenuous, but he moved swiftly to a run, skidding to a stop beside him. “Shit, Gabe….talk to me.”
There was glass everywhere, covering his body. His face and hands were cut up, his body twisted where it had landed. Caleb looked up at the window and the stern face of what they had thought was just an angry spirit staring down at them. Obviously, it was Gabe’s body being thrown that had shattered the window.
Caleb’s hand shook as he reached to check for a pulse, but they steadied some when he felt the firm pounding of Gabe’s heart. He sighed and started checking for injuries, trying not to move him too much.
Gabe’s left arm was twisted up under him. His right leg was turned out.
“Caleb?” Gabe’s voice was weak and shaky and Caleb turned to find his bright blue eyes out of focus.
“Hold still, okay? You took a bad fall.”
Gabe nodded slightly, his eyes closing. “Hurts.”
Caleb held his breath and brushed a hand over Gabe’s face. “Bet it does. Can you tell me where?”
Gabe’s eyes opened again, rolling a little before they focused on Caleb. “Head. Shoulder, arm…knee…”
“Okay…easy. I’m going to have to get you to an ER.”
Gabe groaned, but didn’t argue. “Lie still, I’ll get the car.”
Caleb’s heart was in his throat as he jogged for the car. He didn’t like the uneven dilation in Gabe’s eyes. It meant a concussion…and head injuries could be tricky…especially because in their six months on the road together, this was Gabe’s third, the second in just a month.
He knew he should call an ambulance to move Gabe, but they couldn’t risk it. An ambulance brought cops, who would want to know what they were doing in the old farmhouse. He pulled up as close as he could and opened the back door.
Gabe had straightened his leg and was trying to move his arm. “I said lie still.” Caleb chastised as he moved to kneel beside Gabe.
“Arm’s broken.” Gabe was panting. He rolled toward his right side and Caleb reached gingerly for the arm, lifting it out from under Gabe.
“Mangled.” Caleb amended. It was broken in at least two places and already starting to bruise.
“Fuck. Hurts.” Gabe gasped and Caleb settled the arm against Gabe’s chest before moving to help him up and onto the back seat of the car.
“Lay still. The hospital isn’t far.” Caleb climbed behind the wheel, watching Gabe’s pasty face in the rear view mirror. Gabe groaned in pain as Caleb drove them down the bumpy drive, and his eyes rolled closed as they got on the road.
Caleb paced the hallway, his phone in his hand. He was going to have to call Allen this time, even if Gabe didn’t want him too. The door opened and a doctor emerged, still scribbling notes. “How is he?”
The man’s face was pinched and he slipped his pen in his pocket before he answered. He sighed. “He’s stable for the moment. I’m concerned about the head injury, and there are indications that he’s bleeding internally.”
“But he’ll be okay, right?”
“Right now it’s a waiting game. If he can get through the next few hours without any complications, he should be okay.”
“Can I see him?”
“We’re running some tests. When that’s done you can sit with him for a while.”
Caleb nodded and flicked open his phone, wandering toward the doors out to the parking lot. He got Allen’s voice mail and looked at his watch, it was two-thirty in the morning. “Shit. Allen. It’s Caleb. We’re in Foster City, Wyoming. Gabe…he’s hurt. He’s going to kill me for calling you. Call me when you get this.”
Gabe felt floaty as he woke up. Floaty and a little nauseous. Drugs…heavy drugs. His tongue was thick. There was a weird beeping noise somewhere near his head. He tried opening his eyes, but the blur of light and color was way too much input for the current capacity of his brain.
He swallowed and realized there was a tube down his throat. That wasn’t good. He breathed through the panic and took inventory. The last thing he remembered was firing at what they had thought was an angry spirit. Only instead of the electricity dissipating the thing, it had exploded it, made it bigger. Then Gabe was flying through the air.
Now he had a tube down his throat and machines beeping at him. He figured that meant hospital. He tried for opening his eyes again, blinking rapidly to try to keep the discomfort to a minimum.
Hospital, most definitely. That wasn’t Caleb’s head near his hand though. Gabe moved the hand enough to touch his father’s cheek. Almost immediately, Allen sat up, relief flooding his face.
“Easy, Gabe.” Allen murmured, grabbing Gabe’s hand before it could start exploring the extent of his injuries. Gabe pulled to get it free. It was the only way he had to communicate, since his other hand was encased in plaster from his knuckles nearly to his shoulder.
He pointed at the tube.
Allen nodded. “Nearly lost you.”
Gabe didn’t understand that. His confusion must have shown on his face, because Allen took a deep breath. “You got thrown out a second story window, Gabe.”
He sort of remembered that. He remembered the spirit turned black, exploded, lifting him off his feet. Everything went hazy after that until he’d heard Caleb’s voice. Gabe’s eyes opened wide and he looked around the room, then back to his father.
“I sent him to get some sleep. He hasn’t left your side in three days.”
Three days. He shifted on the bed, trying to place all the injury. There was the obvious, his arm and his right leg was weighed down too. His chest hurt, his head, his stomach….Three days.
The door opened and a doctor came in, smiling at Gabe. “Well, that’s a good sign.”
“He just woke up.”
“I told you he would, Mr. Barris. It just takes time.” The doctor moved closer to the bed, his eyes kind and filled with concern. “We had to go in and repair some internal damage, young man. Your lung was perforated and there was damage to other organs as well. Your fall broke a few ribs. Not to mention your ankle, and the three breaks in your arm. Wrenched knee, pulled groin, dislocated shoulder, and the head injury.”
“Well Gabe never was a half way kind of kid.” Allen said, brushing a hand over Gabe’s face.
Gabe’s head was swimming. All of that from a simple fall? Even from a second story? He’d had worse falls that he’d walked away from. Then there was the matter of the ghost that wasn’t a ghost.
His father squeezed his hand and Gabe tried to convey that he was okay…well, as okay as he could be. Until he figured it all out.
Caleb hung up his phone and exhaled. All over the country something was brewing. Hunters everywhere reported simple hunts going spectacularly wrong, minor possessions going Linda Blair, black dogs hunting in packs, an upswing in vampire and werewolf activity. Signs and portents off the scale.
Whatever it was, it was going to be big. He swallowed down the last of his coffee and turned to look up at the hospital. Gabe was better, but not ready for big. Not ready for much more arduous than Allen lecturing him over using unproven tech in the field.
But the lecture made Caleb feel better. It meant that Gabe was better, that Allen wasn’t scared any more. That Caleb didn’t have to do it. Their relationship was strange enough without that. Gabe was supposed to be learning from Caleb, though Caleb was learning just as much from Gabe. The kid had good instincts, and a logic that was so different from other hunters. It never ceased to amaze Caleb.
He tossed his coffee cup and headed inside. Gabe smiled as he entered the room. “There you are.” His voice was still a little scratchy, and it gave Caleb shivers.
Allen looked up, putting the book he’d been reading down. “I’m going to go get some sleep and a shower. I’ll be back for dinner.”
“I spoke to Sam. You were right.” Caleb said, his eyes meeting Allen’s.
Allen nodded tightly, glancing aside at Gabe. “Plans?”
“He said he’d call us back, but to be ready to move. I have the impression he knows more than he’s saying.”
“With Sam these days, that’s an understatement.” Allen said. “I’ll see you tonight.” He kissed Gabe’s forehead and left.
Caleb sighed and made sure the door was closed, then pulled the privacy curtain around the bed.
Gabe raised an eyebrow when Caleb sat in the chair Allen had just vacated. “You going to tell me what’s going on?”
Caleb grinned and shook his head. “Nope.”
The other eyebrow joined the first. “Rules.” Caleb said.
“Rules?” Gabe rolled his eyes.
Gabe was in charge when it came to sex, the bedroom, anything like that. Caleb, on the other hand, was in charge of the hunt, of the basics of where they went and how they got there. So far it had worked well.
Gabe pouted at him, but Caleb held his tongue. “Fine.” Gabe looked like he wanted to cross his arms in a huff, but with the one still encased in plaster and held by metal rods, he could only move the other and that didn’t have the same effect.
“So…since we’re not talking about that, and you and I both know you don’t want me to read to you…” Caleb’s words trailed off and he waited. It took a second for his tone, and ever so slight suggestion to eat past Gabe’s frustration. “We are alone. And we have a half hour or so before your next visit from the nurse…”
His hands reached for the blanket covering Gabe to the waist and gently folded it down. “I figured I should make sure the rest of you is still working.”
It was obvious the rest of him was working just fine, because just the barest implication of Caleb’s intention had the boy hard.
“You sure no one will come in?” Gabe asked breathlessly, shifting as Caleb pulled the thin pants down over his erection.
“No one. Just you and me here.” Caleb closed his hand around Gabe’s cock and he smiled. He’d always thought his cock was perfect, the right size and shape and Caleb loved the way he tasted. He stood and moved so that he could reach, licking over the tip lightly. He looked up at Gabe, at eyes glassed over with lust and lips already plumping up from the way Gabe was biting at them.
“But if you make too much noise, someone will hear you.”
Gabe nodded and swallowed. “Quiet. Got it.” He flicked his tongue over his lower lip and Caleb leaned in to kiss him, sucking that tongue into his mouth briefly.
He moved back to Gabe’s cock and whispered “Quiet,” over it before licking it again. Gabe shifted under him and Caleb waited until he was still before blowing cool air over the spit-slick tip.
“Caleb!” It was an urgent groan, not loud, but filled with need and Caleb chuckled at how quickly Gabe could go from not even thinking about sex to full blown need. He licked down, swirling around slowly until he reached the base, then lapped at Gabe’s balls and quickly up the underside before opening his mouth and taking all of Gabe into him. He sucked and released, sucked and released, then was sliding up to the tip, his tongue dancing around the head, over it, under it, then he was sliding back down.
Gabe’s hips moved, like he wanted to thrust up. Caleb’s hands moved to his hips, holding him down as Caleb moved up onto the bed, straddling Gabe’s legs. He bobbed up and down over him, taking him deeper with each pass until Gabe’s hand was on the back of his head. Caleb opened the back of his throat and let Gabe guide him.
He hummed lightly as Gabe’s hand tightened, and swallowed quickly as Gabe came, holding his cock deep in Caleb’s mouth. When his hand loosened and fell away, Caleb looked up, grinning.
“God, Caleb.” Gabe was shaking his head.
Caleb chuckled as he got off the bed and tucked Gabe back inside his pants, then pulled the thin blankets back up to his waist. His kiss was light. “Been wanting to do that for days.” Caleb whispered to him. “Just couldn’t get your dad to leave us alone.”
“I thought I was the horny teenager.” Gabe said softly.
“Maybe you’re a bad influence on me.” Caleb responded, sinking into the chair.
Gabe snorted. “Right. I’m the bad influence.”
“Completely.” Caleb responded, settling back in the chair. “I once was the guy with morals up to here.” Caleb held his hand at eye level. “Then I met you.”
They were quiet for a few minutes. Then Gabe turned to him. “You really aren’t going to tell me what’s going on?”
Caleb shook his head. “Your job is to get back on your feet. Let me and Allen worry about the job.”
Gabe looked worried. “You’re not thinking about going back after that thing are you?”
Caleb leaned forward, kissing over the back of Gabe’s hand. “Not now. Okay? Promise.”
“Okay.” Gabe pulled their joined hands to his mouth and kissed Caleb’s fingers. Caleb sighed and laid his head on Gabe’s hip.
Something big was coming. But for the moment this was all Caleb could think about.
