I do not own these characters. They belong to the WB television series "Supernatural". This is a story that I have had floating in my head for the past two seasons of the show, which I love by the way. I am a Dean girl, which I am sure you will be able to tell. I hope you like it and please be honest with me. I want to do the Characters justice.

Sometime Goodbye Is a Second Chance

Chapter 1 – Gone, but Never Forgotten

Sammy's phone rang, and I turned down the Metallica that had been keeping me awake. We were searching for our next job, and I was hoping that this was a lead.

"Hey Bobby." Sam looked over at me and shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, we can get there by morning. What's going on?" He was still looking at me and I could tell he was lost by what Bobby was telling him. "Who's personal business? Mine or Dean's?" There was another pause and Sam handed me the phone. "It's for you."

Great. I didn't have many secrets from Sam, but those I did I wanted to stay that way. I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed the phone.

"Hey Bobby. What are you being all cryptic about?" There was a pause and then he let out a sign.

"I just got a call from Bo Terlou."

My heart stopped beating for a minute, and I fought to keep control of the car.

"I thought he said he'd never call you or me again. Is she ok?" I could see Sam out of the corner of my eye and I knew that he was getting frustrated by his lack of knowledge.

"No son she's not ok. This whole damn situation is not ok and it hasn't been okay for eight years." He was frustrated, but I really didn't know why. What went down happened a long time ago and he was one of the farthest people removed from it.

"What is going on?" My stomach was in my throat and panic was starting to set in.

"There is so much you don't know Dean. I had promised not to tell you. I didn't agree, but I promised your dad and Harry that I wouldn't say anything. Now, well they are gone, the shit has hit the fan and damn it you have a right to know." I heard him hit something, and my best guess is it was his desk.

"Bobby you are literally killing me here." I took a sharp left that took me in direction to his house and hit the accelerator.

"I ain't gonna get into this on the phone with you, but get your ass here ASAP and on the drive I want you to promise yourself you won't kill the messenger." He hung up and I just stared at the phone before closing it.

I silently handed the phone back to Sam and pushed the Impala even harder. Sam waited a few minutes and then his curiosity got the better of him.

"Okay, I'll bite. What the hell was that all about?" He waited for a few beats and when I didn't say anything he continued. "Are you okay? What aren't you telling me?"

I looked at him quickly, but my mind was suddenly somewhere else. I didn't really want to get into it, especially while driving. I was a captive witness and Sam wanted to be a lawyer at one time. I didn't want to fold under his cross examination.

"It is about a girl I knew a long time ago. Her brother called Bobby and apparently there is some trouble. That is all I know." I turned the music up and tried to block old memories, good and bad, out of my head.

Sam reached over and turned the radio down. "What's the name?"

Crap, I knew that he wouldn't let me just drive in peace. "Terlou. Bo and Rebecca Terlou."

Sam reached into the glove box and pulled out our Dad's journal. "Are they any relation to Harry Terlou?"

I sighed. "Yeah, Harry was their Grandfather." Just talking about them made my chest hurt.

"Dad wrote a lot about Harry in his journal. He apparently came from a long line of hunters." Sam was too curious, and I was afraid of the way he was going to take the questioning. "So what did you do, break Rebecca's heart?"

When he said her name, I couldn't keep the image out of my head I had tried so hard to block for the past eight years. Becca standing in front of my car, the breeze from the inlet blowing her black curls around her face. Her blue eyes begging me to stay as her mouth was yelling at me to leave and never come back. And then the image of her bent over as I looked into my rear view mirror and Harry coming behind her and leading her into the house.

"No brother, kind of the other way around." I turned the radio up again and we remained silent until we got to Bobby's.

Sam knocked on the door and Bobby flung it open and gave a less friendly greeting than usual.

"Get your asses in here."

I took a deep breath and followed Sam into the house. We went into Bobby's living room/ office and set down in two chairs by his desk. He flopped down in his desk chair.

"You want a drink?" He had poured three glasses of Jack before we could answer.

Sam and I looked at each other and then Sam's eyes got wide as Bobby drank down his glass and poured another.

"It's a little early don't you think Bobby." Sam kind of laughed the words out.

"It ain't early if you haven't been to bed yet." He then moved one of the glasses directly in front of me. "You are really going to want to drink that."

I had a feeling he was probably right, so I downed it quickly and he poured me another before he spoke again.

"How much does the boy scout here know?" Sam looked offended and shot down the whiskey just to prove him wrong.

"Not much. He knows names and that's about it."

"Well try to keep up Sam and save all you questions until I'm finished." Bobby reached behind him and pulled a file off the top of his filing cabinet behind him.

"I have to start at the beginning, because there is shit that happened in this one's life that he has no fucking idea about." He pointed at me and my eyes narrowed. "While you were away at school Sam, your Dad, Dean and I did a lot of jobs together. I had been friends with Harry Terlou for years and one day I got a call from Harry that he had a job he needed help with. So I decide to bring John and Dean down to Savannah with me. Like an idiot, I forgot all about Becca, Harry's granddaughter, living there with him. If I would have remembered, I would have told his horny ass to stay home."

I sighed again and ran my hand over my face. So far I've learned nothing new from this walk down memory lane, but Bobby continued.

"Well we get down there, and the six of us, Me, John, Harry, Dean, Bo and Becca take out this huge vampire nest. We were all really proud of ourselves. Well during the prep for the take down and after, us three old guys failed to notice that Dean and Becca were spending a lot of time together. Next thing we know, we see them making out on the front porch and your big brother starts talking about settling down."

I looked at the floor, and then over to Sam who had a slight smile on his face. When he saw the pain that the retelling of this story was causing me, the smile was gone. Bobby took another drink and then continued.

"This here is the part you don't know. Remember when you decided to stay and your Dad and I headed up to North Carolina to work on the whole phantom ship deal." I nodded my head. How could I forget? It was the best two weeks of my life. "Well as we were finishing up the case we got a call from Eloise, the psychic in New Orleans. She tells us that she had a vision that any merger between the Winchesters and the Terlous would end in your death." He looked over to Sam. "And yours too."

I could feel anger start to bubble up inside me. "Why didn't you and Dad tell me this?" Bobby held up his hand.

"From what Eloise said, there was a big bad on the demon scale that would do anything to prevent the two families combining. She said that there was a prophecy that a child born of the two families would be the end of Rael, that was the demon's name. She said to save your lives, we needed to keep you two apart." He took another drink and I grabbed the bottle, because I didn't want him to be too drunk to tell me the rest. "Well we got back to Savannah and told Harry about it. Unfortunately Becca over heard the conversation. She barged in and demanded to know everything and we told her. Right then and there, she told us she was going to tell you to leave. That she was going to say and do anything to keep you safe. So she orchestrated the whole scene of telling you she was in love with the old boyfriend and that you could never be what she needed. She got Bo in on it too. And you bought it hook line and sinker. I went down to check on things a month later and I think that is what killed her the most. That you believed her."

My heart felt like it was breaking. And then I was pissed. "Why Bobby? Why did you all let her go through with that and why didn't you tell me?"

A tear formed in his eye and he opened the file folder. "Well son, there is more and this is the part that is so hard for me to tell you. John and I went down three months later to check on things. You were off on one of your solo mission. When we got there, Harry met us at the door and told us to leave. We heard Becca in the house yell at him to let us in and stop being stupid. We came in and she greeted both of us with a hug and as she did, there was something pretty obvious." He looked at me, pleading me with his eyes to understand.

"What are you talking about?" I was frustrated, hurt and angry. Now was not the time for him to start expecting me to play twenty questions.

"Son, she was pregnant." I heard Sam gasp right before a ringing took over my ears.

"What?"

"She was pregnant. She wanted to tell you, but Harry and John decided that it was safer for everyone involved it we kept things the way they were. I didn't agree, but I was outnumbered."

Bobby then slid over a picture of a little baby wrapped in a blue blanket.

"That is your son. Jackson Dean Winchester."

I felt a tear run down my cheek. I looked up at him as Sam took the picture from me.

"Your Dad used to go and check on them a lot, and after he died, I headed down when I could. Becca wanted to tell you. But by the time Harry died, so much time had passed, she didn't know how." He handed me more pictures. One of my Dad holding Jackson as a baby. The next when he was about two. He looked just like me. Finally there was one of Becca and Jackson with a school bus behind them. She was just as beautiful as the day I met her, but there was sadness in her eyes even though she was smiling.

"So you are telling me that I have a seven year old son." I was trying to stay calm, but I wanted to break everything in the room. "Does he even know anything about me?"

Bobby smiled. "In his room, there is a picture of you and Becca together. When anyone asks him where his Dad is he tells them what Becca has told him since he could walk, 'My Daddy is fighting to keep Mommy and me safe.'"

I looked over at Sam and he was looking at the pictures as the shook in his hands.

"So why are you telling me this now?" Being around them must still be a danger. What had changed?

"I got a call from Bo yesterday; something has been coming after Becca. It not going after Jackson for the time being. Becca has traps, precautions all over the house. But the damn thing is invisible and it keeps attacking her. Night before last she was coming back to the house from the dock with Jackson and she got hit from behind. She got a cut on her back that required forty five stitches. Bo can't protect her, and Becca made him promise, made all of us promise, that if anything ever happened to her, that Jackson would go to you. Bo and I have finally had enough. We thought for all three of your sakes, you should know your son, and hopefully we can find a way to keep Becca safe in the process."

"Does she know he called?" I already knew the answer, but I wanted confirmation anyway.

"She'll probably kill him when she finds out." Bobby laughed. He looked at Sam, "Those two were the most suited for people I had seen. And I guess it all depends on how you look at it, but their son inherited both of his parents, stubbornness, zest for life."

I stood then, and grabbed all the pictures. "You got your car packed?" Bobby nodded his head. "Sam you drive Bobby in his car. Follow me."

"You okay Dean?" Sam stood in front of me with both of his hands on my shoulders.

I looked up at him, "No, Sammy, I'm pretty far from okay. The woman I love more than I've ever loved anyone before or since, sacrificed her own happiness and future to keep us safe. I have a son I have never even seen because, once again we are freaks of nature and have evils sons of bitches out to kill us. Now to top it all off, she is being attacked for no apparent reason. So once again, I am not okay." I walked towards the door and looked back at them. "Now get in the fucking car and lets go."