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John Winchester's death had been sudden and unexpected.
One moment ago, he was perfectly fine.
The next one, he collapsed to the ground and died of a sudden heart attack.
Dean sighed, running a hand over his forehead, trying to wipe away the sweat.
He had never told his brother that he could remember the time he was in a coma. He remembered when he was trying to reassure Sam, and that his brother hadn't given up on him, never .
That Sam cared about Dean as much as Dean cared about Sam.
He hadn't believed that until that moment.
“Boy, are you okay?”
Dean sighed, turning to see Bobby advancing towards him, two cans of beer in hand, one of which was brought to Dean.
“This car is junk, Dean,” Bobby grimaced at Baby, “there's nothing that can be saved.”
"Do not say that." Dean pointed at it. “No one scraps Baby!”
Bobby snorted. “Sam said the exact same thing. I need to talk to you, do you have a moment?”
Dean nodded, taking a sip of beer, before following Bobby into the house, where Sam was clearly waiting for them.
“What's going on, Bobby?” Sam asked once Dean sat down next to him.
“Well,” Bobby sighed, “there's something your father confessed to me.”
“Okay?” Dean asked, hoping neither of them caught the spark of hope, anger and impatience that had gripped him the moment the words ' your father ' left Bobby's mouth.
“You see, a few years ago,” Bobby said, “your father agreed to go to Las Vegas to keep tabs on some strange witches.”
“In Las Vegas?” Dean felt himself smile. “Are there witches who know fun ? Shocking."
Sam gave him a dry look, but Dean continued to smile.
“He didn't kill them, they were a different kind of witches.” Bobby short cut. “However, I got him to tell me more about them, and I also kept an eye on their situation, including this witch who spent a few days with your father.”
“Did our father have an affair with a witch ?” Sam asked, blinking, as surprised as Dean felt.
Had his father told him to save (or kill) Sam, because he might become a creature, and had he been intimate with a witch ?
“With her and her husband.” Bobby snorted. "That's not the point. I found out that they are dead, but their son is still alive.”
“Dad's lover's son?” Dean asked, incredulous. “Why should we care about this little baby?”
Bobby snorted, before passing a piece of paper to the boys.
Sam and Dean took it, before widening their eyes.
“That's Harry James Potter.” Bobby said. “And he is your brother.”