Hi guys! I know I took way too long to publish this one, sorry for that.

Oh, the tittle is a line that Dean said on the show, and I think it was pretty cool.

Nothing more to say, enjoy!

Chapter 16

MIDDLE OF A DEATH STAR.

There was silence for a couple of seconds, while they assimilated the super awkward and complicated situation. Gold was trying to find balance, since seeing the man who seemed to be his son almost dropped him to the ground.

"Bae," said Rumple with a grin. John nodded yes dryly. While they all exchanged looks, Gold didn't move his eyes an inch from the joy of seeing his son. Gold moved slowly towards him still with that ridiculous smile on his face. "You came back for me," he said, with hope coming out from every pore.

"No," said John with his eyebrows wrinkled. "I came to make sure you didn't hurt them… I've seen what you do to people who brake deals." Dean and Emma stood as if they were being scolded, their faces were apple red and facing down at their feet.

"Please, Bea, just let me talk," Gold's face shifted from happiness to sadness in the fraction of a second, and of course begging was his only option.

"I have no interest in talking to you. You can go," said John, extending his arm and pointing at the door.

"I'm not going anywhere," said Gold, with his eyes filling up with tears.

"Get out of my apartment!" John demanded, and lifted his arm pointing at the door once again. The scream made Dean and Swan jump startled and stand straight as if they were from the military, since this was the same voice he had used on them so many times.

"John…" Emma took half a step forward to try to calm him down.

"Swan, I got this," John extended his arm to stop her from getting any closer.

"You two know each other," said Gold indignant. The three of them exchanged ashamed looks. "You THREE know each other. How!?" he said, raising his voice.

"You sent us chasing after him!" said Dean.

"No, no, no. Stop it! You're lying… How do you three know each other?!" he screamed. They all exchanged looks one more time.

"Mom? Wh—what's going on?" asked Henry as he came in the room. Emma held both of Henry's arms and kneeled to level her face to his.

"Who's this?" asked John.

"My son…" said Emma.

"What?!"

"Is that Baelfire?" asked Henry, taking a good look at him.

" I need you to stay in the other room for a little while longer, okay? Come on," Emma pushed him gently towards the room behind him.

"Wait. H—how old are you?" asked John, eagerly waiting for the answer.

Dean came closer to him and put his hand against his dad's chest to stop him from giving another step. "I'll tell you about it later…" he mumbled.

"How old are you, kid!?" he screamed.

"Eleven!" Henry screamed back as he turned around to face the man. "Now why is everyone yelling?" he looked around to take a look at the four people's faces.

"He's eleven? He's Sam's…?" said John tearing up.

"Dad, please… we can talk about this later," Dean mumbled again to his dad.

"Did you— Di—you," Gold stuttered shocked. "Did you j—just c—call him dad?"

"Shit!" said Dean to himself and turned to face Gold.

"Mom… what's happening?"

"Winchester?" said Gold. "You… you're the one that arranged Henry's adoption? I told you… I never forget a name," Gold had his teeth tightened and his nose wrinkled.

"YOU WHAT!?" Dean snapped. Emma closed her eyes tightly and bit her lip hard. Her last and only secret was out. "Please tell me that Sam knows about this," said Dean as he rubbed his forehead, leaving red marks on it.

"Wait… I— I thought you were dead," said Henry, looking up at John.

"Dad, did you know about this?!" Dean snapped again. "Who you gave him to?"

"Swan, I swear to you… I have no idea about anything that Dean is talking about. All I knew was her name. I just recommended the agency to give him to her, that was all. I promise," he said as he gave a couple of steps until he was face to face with Emma.

"I— I believe you. You would have never…"

"Why didn't I know about this? Why doesn't Sam? What the hell is wrong with you, Swan?" yelled Dean at the two of them.

"STOP!" Henry screamed. "This is not going to change anything! You all gave me up! And there's nothing that can make up for that… It's okay. I— I forgive you," Henry gave two steps forward and hugged John's torso.

John's eyes finally let out the tears he'd been holding in. He bent over a little to hug Henry back.

In those five minutes full of crazy information, Gold stood silent and watched them scream at each other. He was still digesting the fact that his son was Dean and Sam's father, which made him Henry's great grandfather.

"Come on," John jerked his head towards the window and pulled Henry's hand softly to take him to the fire escape to talk.

They took a few steps and… "Baelfire, wait. Please. Please," he stopped them. John turned furious to face his dad. "All I want is a chance to be heard," he explained.

"Get out," said John, still holding Henry's hand.

"Look, you came back to protect your son, and he was helping Emma to show that she had lived up to her end of her bargain with me," said Gold.

"And now they both have done what they came here to do. You can go," he said once again. Emma took Henry's hand and softly took him out of the fire escape to leave them alone. Dean followed.

"No. Our deal was for her to get you to talk to me… if you truly want her deal to be fulfilled… You have but one choice. You have to talk to me," Gold said gently, almost breaking into tears.

"You got three minutes," said John with a perfect poker face. John took Gold to his room to talk. "Clock's ticking," he said once inside.

Henry was sitting on the stairs looking up at Emma and Dean. "I thought he was dead," said Henry curiously.

"He was…" said Dean, with his hands in his pockets and his head still going around the craziness that surrounded his family. He was worried about Sam though, and about his dad… specifically their relationship after the big secret came out. Even Dean couldn't believe it was him who had secretly arranged his nephew's adoption. He wondered what he had felt when he handed over his own grandchild. Was he sad? Was it the right thing to do? Because Emma had told them that she had done it by herself while she was still in prison. He was the only one who had gotten the chance of holding Henry when he was a baby… at least by his real family. What was Emma thinking? Should he be mad at them?

As for Emma, she was scared. She didn't want Henry and Dean to start asking questions about her decision, and why it was John who she wanted to be helped by. Back then, John was the only adult she knew, the only responsible person she actually trusted. Dean was only twenty one, and she barely knew him anyway. And Sam… he was eighteen, he was as naïve as Emma was at that time. She had no one, and John was her only option. What would Sam say about it? He was going to get super pissed at her and John. She was sure.

"How did he come back?" asked Henry. "Did you make a deal!?" he jumped up.

"What? No! Of course not," said Dean, and eyed slowly at Emma.

"Don't look at me like that, it was not me," she assured.

"So, I… John Winchester have a grandchild, huh?," said John as he came through the window.

"That's our cue…" said Emma, and went inside. Dean followed.

"Guess so," said Henry with a grin. "So… you got rid of me, huh grandpa?"

John laughed and growled in pain. "Wow… that was harsh. Can tell you have been spending time with the Winchesters," he mocked. "Hey… what's your name again?"

"Henry… Mills... Swan... Winchester," he said. "I'm Henry," he laughed confused of his own name.

"Good name," said John.

"Thanks… so, how did you come back?" asked Henry.

"What do you mean? When did I leave?" he mocked.

"You know… from the dead."

"From the what?" asked John with his eyes wide open and shocked.

"It's a long story. But I knew you were dead. I'll tell you all about it when you come with us to Storybrook,"

"Come with you where?"

"Storybrook… that's where we live. You're coming, right?"

"Come on…" John jerked his head and Henry followed him into the apartment. "So… who wants pizza?" said John.

A while later, they were all walking through the streets of New York on the way to get pizza. Henry was walking with John, behind them, Swan and Dean, and finally… there was Gold, walking all alone, being completely ignored by the Winchester family.

As Swan, Dean and Gold waited for John and Henry outside of the pizza place, Dean noticed that there were people looking at him in a weird way. Some stared for a couple of seconds and some looked at him but sneaked away quickly. "Shit!" he said to himself. "They are recognizing me," he said to Emma softly. "They think I'm a killer. This is exactly why I drive every where, Swan. I better stay put if I don't wanna get arrested for this nonsense," said Dean as he tried to avoid any eye contact.

Emma nodded in agreement with Dean. "Yeah, let's head back."

"Head back? Why?" said John as he came out of the pizza place along with Henry and pizzas in their hands.

"Yeah, dad… People sort of think I'm a dead serial killer," said Dean.

"Come again?" said Gold, overhearing the strange conversation. "What are you people into?"

"I'm sorry… are you part of this family? I don't think so. Please mind your own business," said John, looking dryly at his dad. Gold backed up and let them go back to their conversation. What were they talking about anyway? And in front of Henry? "What the hell is wrong with them?" Gold wondered.

"Yeah… I dreamt about it. But it wasn't them, don't worry," said Henry, he took a bite of his slide of pizza.

"You what!?" John looked down at Henry.

"It's a long story," said Swan, a little untrusting.

"Well, I've got time…" said John.

"It's not the right time. I'll tell you later," Swan insisted.

"No, Swan… tell me now! This is my son and grandson we're talking about. How heartless do you think I am to let this go just like that?"

"Wow… what did you say?" said Dean.

"How… heartless do you think… oh come on! You heard what I said!" said John. Dean, Swan, Gold, and Henry exchanged looks, realizing what was really happening to Sam.

"Cora!" said Swan. "She has his heart!" they all said at the same time.

"His what?!" asked John feeling completely lost.

"Cora is Henry's mom's mother," said Emma barely organizing the words. "… and well, she has magic. She takes people's hearts out of their chests to—"

"Yeah… I get it. I know how it works. The dark one used to do that to people in front of me," said John.

"We hadn't even though about that until you said heartless! We have to go back!" said Dean.

"Carl?" said Emma with her phone against her ear. "I need you to kidnap him or something! Just keep him still until we get there, okay?"

"I'll try!" said Carl with a quite agitated voice from the other side of the line.

"What the hell is going on over there?" asked Emma.

"Your giant friend is sort of causing problems!" Carl screamed again.

"What?! What the hell is he doing there?"

"Cora…"

"Why did I even ask? Just please keep an eye on him, we'll be back as soon as we can, okay?" she hung up the phone.

"What in the hell is going on over there?" asked Dean.

"Giant problems," said Emma as she went back to the conversation.

"Is Sam okay?" asked John.

"I hope so," said Emma.

"Henry… I need you to do me a favor. Please go with Mr. Gold to take a walk. There are some things that I need to discuss with your mom and uncle," said John.

"What!? I am not going anywhere! I know everything. About you and the -demons-" mumbled Henry, carefully so Gold wouldn't hear him.

"Yeah… and we still need to talk about that," John stood up and shot another poker face to Emma and Dean. "But… I wasn't asking. If you know about all of this, that means that you know and understand that it is dangerous, and I am not going anywhere if you're with me," said John, slowly.

"And I said I wasn't gonna go with Gold anywhere. I want to stay here. If you go on a case… I'll stay in the car. I promise,"

"Alright. You will not get out of the car, you understand me?" Henry noded yes. "For now… let's go to the apartment, there's something we need to talk about," John took Henry's hand and turned to walk towards his place.

"Bae, please! What is all of this about?" said Gold, pulling John's arm.

"What's going on right now, is your fault! Everything that ever happened to me was your fault. You got me here! You are the reason that my wife died, and the reason that my sons have suffered what they've suffered. I didn't choose this life for me or them! I didn't want this for my family. All of our suffering is on you. So… you wanna know what's really going on? Fine! Come on! I'll show you how I've spent all of my years here. You are not leaving my side, you hear me?!" John's face was apple red, Gold was pouring tears, Dean was embarrassed, Emma was feeling a little sorry for Gold, and Henry was kind of enjoying the show because he knew this would be his first case, even if he had to stay in the car.

When they arrived to the apartment, windows were foggy and the place was super cold. As soon as they realized that it could be a ghost, the first thing that Emma and Dean did was put Henry behind them to protect him. Gold still had no idea what the hell was going on.

"Wow, wow, wow…" said John. "It's okay!" he tried to calm them down.

"Yeah. It's okay," said the ghost when it appeared in front of them. Dean and Emma's eyes filled up with tears and walked towards the ghost.

"Bobby?!" said Dean. "How… why? You? Why?"

"Believe it or not…" said Bobby with a smile. "Emma," his smile got bigger. "How you doing, blondy?"

"Really? Not even in death can find a better nickname?" she got close to him with her arms open to give him a hug. "Please… just let me try," her cheeks were already wet from the tears.

Bobby extended his hand towards Emma for her to have her closure. She drove her hand to his but there was nothing there but heavy cold air. Emma closed her eyes hardly and threw away a few more tears.

"Man I've missed you!" said Emma sadly.

"I know blondy… I've missed you, too," he smiled sadly too.

Bobby and Swan had spent a lot of time together, they would talk everyday to make sure they were both alright. She cared a lot about him, he was her confidant, sometimes even more than John ever was. He was really the only one who knew her whole life story, and of course her secret about Henry.

"Is this him?" he asked.

"Wait… you knew the whole time?!" said Dean indignantly.

"Yes…" said Emma. She took Henry by his shoulders and softly pulled him towards her to take him to Bobby.

"There he is! You've grown, buddy. It's great to finally meet cha. Too sad I had to die first," Bobby's face had the biggest smile that they had never seen before.

"It's great to meet you too. I'm really sorry. Hope your head doesn't hurt anymore," said Henry.

"Little buddy knows how I died? Why the hell would you tell him that?" Bobby looked at Emma. He was shocked. An eleven year old talking to his mom about his shot in the head old friend.

"She didn't. I knew — Sam did, " lied Henry nervously, since he didn't tell them that he had seen it in his dreams.

"Who's that?" Asked Bobby, pointing to Gold, who was super freaked out outside of the apartment. "Know what? You can tell me later… I need to talk to you about something really important. I've spent months following Dick's tracks, and I think I might have found —" suddenly he disappeared.

"Found what!?" said Dean.

"Give it a second," said John.

"Damn it! It's hard to stay focused," Bobby reappeared in a totally different place. "I'm still kind of worn out.

"Yeah, you've been pretty busy for a dead guy," John mocked. Henry giggled a little.

"Alright… I don't know how long before my next ghost nap, so let's just skip to the skinny— Those numbers I gave you…$

"-The empty lot in Cheeseville?-" asked Dean.

"Yeah, well, it ain't gonna be empty for long," said Bobby.

"What numbers? What are you talking about?" asked Emma confused.

"Sam and I didn't want to distract you, so we didn't say anything. We had some friends look into that," said Dean.

"Oh yeah! 45489!" realized Henry. They all looked at him with surprised looks, specially Dean, since he hadn't said a word about it to him or Carl, but he thought maybe Sam should have said something. Henry closed his eyes hardly as he noticed that he -again- had said too much.

"I got a gander at Dick's big plan, right before he Lincolned me. They're braking ground — what month is this?" asked Bobby.

"Uh… April," said Emma.

"Ground's broke. They're building as we're yammering. Check it out yourself… It's alright. I mean, you guys missed it because you've been kind of busy parenting the past few months," said Bobby understandably. Dean and John walked over to the desk on the side of the room and opened John's laptop to look into what Bobby was talking about. "But Dick is about to get into the Soylent Green business. That site'll show you they're building a biotech lab, right? Biotech my ass! That sucker is a state-of-the-art slaughter house. And we're the beef."

"Don't you think that's a little bold, even for Dick?" asked Dean as he leaned on the chair that John was sitting on.

"I bet you no one will even notice, 'cause first, he's gonna dumb us all down with turducken-style munchies. Make us docile."

"We haven't been to Biggerson's since we had that whole fiasco," Dean added as he crossed his arms.

"Biggerson's? He's bought a list of joints ten pages long. Next, he's gonna cure us."

"Cure us of what?" asked Emma, who was now behind John, also checking the computer. All the biggies — cancer, AIDS, heart disease. Let's just say they got an affinity for stem-cell research."

"The, uh, Leviathan real-estate mooks building that cancer center," Dean said as he took a chair that was near him and sat down.

"They're not hunting anymore. They're engineering the perfect herd. Now… we're going up against plenty — liked to eat a few folks in the woods. This ain't that. This is about knocking us off the top of the food chain. This is about them Levis living here forever, one-percenter style, while we march our dopey, fat asses down to the shiny new death camps at every corner," Bobby finally finished, and at that exact moment John received an email, and it appeared on the screen at once.

"It's from Frank," said John. "I got this laptop from him a few weeks ago, but honestly, I thought he was dead… because I went back last week and his place was completely trashed, and there was blood everywhere, I just assumed they…"

"That jackass, always steeling my thunder," said Bobby. Henry giggled softly, because apparently they had forgotten that he was there and he didn't want them to realize it because they'd make him leave with Gold. Gold was outside of the apartment pacing back and forth the hall, the hit of his cane on he floor was like an annoying ticking clock.

After reading Frank's email, they followed the map that showed where the hard drive was, since Frank had put a tracking device in it, and the person who had been hacking on his hard drive, which contained fresh important information about all of their aliases, hangouts, and more.

There was a big fight about Emma leaving for Storybrook before the rest of them but they settled on doing everything together and going back to Storybrook right after they were done with this. Gold was still completely excluded and ordered to stay in the apartment with Henry until they went back.

John, Dean, and Swan got in John's truck and drove towards Frank's hard drive, which was located in New York.

"Follow that truck," said Gold as he got comfortable on the back seat of the cab he'd just stopped with Henry by his side, since he was refusing to let them go and just stay behind to babysit Henry.