Chapter 4
When Harry stepped off the plane he took a deep breath happy to be back in America again.
Harry found his bike and settled his things into the saddlebags.
He headed to a dive motel his mind bringing up memories of him and his brothers being left in one of these places by John for days at a time.
Flashback
thirteen year old Harry stood in the kitchenette of yet another dive motel.
His hands on his hips and a frown on his face his green eyes were narrowed as they looked into the similar wide and pleading green eyes of his little brother Dean.
"Dean you can't have the Ca'tain Crunch you know it makes you way too hyper and you're going to bed soon anyway."
"But, Harry I want it, I dont want hot dogs and beans." Dean pouted.
Harry turned away for a moment and sighed.
"Please Daddy." Deans high sweet piping voice pleaded.
"What did you call me?" Harry asked turning back.
"i called you Daddy 'cause you are, you take care of Sammy and me like a daddy does." Harry bit his lip he wanted to cry but didnt.
"Thanks Buddy, but you're still not getting the cereal now come eat so you can get washed up for bed."
Little Dean sighed and nodded walking over to the table.
"Ok, Daddy." He answered and Harry leaned over Dean and kissed his hair.
"I Love you Buddy, eat while i check on Sammy."
End Flashback
Harry sat on the bed and pulled over the room phone he still remembered Bobby's number.
"Who's this?"
"Bobby? It's me Harry."
"Harry who." Came the guarded answer.
"Harry Winchester, Bobby I need your help I…"
"Harry Winchester died when he was fifteen Dont call me again you sick bastard."
"Wait Bobby...Bob…" The dial tone was his only answer.
Harry groaned and shoved the phone away from him.
"I'll just have to go to his house. Damn you John Winchester do you really hate me that much?" Harry thought to himself.
Harry rationalized that John had told everyone that he Harry was dead simply because when Harry left he became dead to the older man.
The next morning Harry was on the road again.
he rode all day stopping once to sit down and eat and after that only when he really needed gas.
Finally Harry arrived at Bobby's place it had taken four days of nearly non stop riding but he had made it.
Wearily he climbed the steps and knocked on the door, he could hear Bobby grumbling inside.
"What." Bobby snapped and stopped staring at Harry.
"Hey Bobby can i come in?" Bobby moved back letting Harry in. Harry crossed the salt line easily proving he wasnt a demon or ghost.
Bobby turned and tried to attack him with a silver knife Harry quickly disarmed Bobby taking the knife.
"Bobby I'm not a shape shifter." Harry said as he calmly cut his arm with a silver knife.
Bobby promptly threw holy water into Harry's face leaving the younger man sputtering in annoyance.
"It really is you Boy, it's good to see you." Bobby whispered gruffly as he pulled Harry into his arms.
Harry collapsed into his arms exhaustion and emotion over coming him.
Bobby swung the younger and slighter man over his shoulder in a firemans carry as gently as he could and got him to the couch.
The next morning Harry woke slowly for the moment feeling comfortable where he was.
"Get up Boy we've got a lot to talk about." Bobby said from the kitchen and Harry got to his feet to clean up and change before breakfast.
"When Harry sat down he noticed his plate of bacon and eggs was bigger than bobby's
"Bobby i dont need all this." Bobby looked up.
"Eat Boy you're too thin I'm not having you waste away on me."
Harry looked down at his plate.
"Thanks Dad." Bobby looked at his own plate his eyes taking on a suspicious sheen.
"You're welcome Son."
When they finished eating Bobby pushed his plate away.
"Ok, tell me everything." Bobby said.
Harry started with John kicking him out, going to England and being found and adopted by James and Lily and going to Hogwarts into the fifth year after taking his placement tests.
Going through the murders of James and Lily Voldemort falling due to Lily's sell to protect him and being labeled a "savior".
Taking out Voldemort for good had felt good he had liked Lily and James and had hated Voldemort for killing them.
"So that Voldemort character is gone for good?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah i wasted him the problem now might be Dumbledore but i put a bullet in his knee so he'll be wary for a while."
Bobby felt a swell of pride in his chest this boy no this man had done everything he could to get back to his family and he thanked Lily and James for keeping him on the path to be a good man.
"Good man, alright son lets go find your boys."
Somewhere in Arizona.
Dean looked at his little brother worry that shouldnt have shown on a face so young was etched into the twelve year old brow.
The hacking cough from the bed was what worried the twelve year old.
"Dean?" The weak rasp came from Sam Deans eight year old brother.
"You should try to sleep i'll go see if i can get you some medicine."
"I want Daddy." The little boy whimpered.
"He's on a hunting trip." Dean automatically responded.
"Not John, Daddy." Dean froze they hadnt spoken about Harry since the older boy had left.
"I…" Dean bit his lip and turned from the feverish gaze, tears filling his eyes. Truth be told he wanted Harry back too he just never said it.
"I'm gonna go get you some medicine." Dean said finally and made sure there was some water by the bed before leaving and carefully locking the door.
Dean made his way to the nearest convenience store buying the medicine with what little money he had and stealing some fruit and other things to eat. Dean hated stealing Harry no his Dad had made it a point to try to never steal, but after he had left and John went on longer and longer Hunts Dean had started to get desperate, Dean had always told Sam that he won the money whether playing games with other kids he'd found or even betting with an adult a few times.
Dean never wanted to give his baby brother the impression that stealing was a good thing, something he hoped his Dad would be proud of wherever he was.
Dean and Sam had never believed John when he said that Harry didnt want to be with them anymore that Harry had left because he had gotten tired of them.
Dean often called Harry's cell hoping to get the other man to answer, he never did, but that didnt stop Dean from trying.
When Dean got bak to the room he saw Sam was asleep going to the phone he was about to call a familiar nimber but his hand stopped hovering over the reciever. Remembered dissapointment made stop but the twelve year old took a breath and picked up the phone and dialed.
"Hello." Dean froze gasping he hadnt heard that voice in five years.
"Hello I dont have time for your games." Dean could tell hewas about to hang up and quickly stuttered out.
"Dad.. Dad wait it's me Dean."
Dean? Dean Buddy are you ok where are you?"
Dean let out a soft sob.
"Dad Sammy is sick really bad sick and John is gone he hasnt checked in it's been two weeks already and...and…" Dean couldnt overcome the sobs he never cried in front of John but Harry had always said crying was ok.
"Dont worry Buddy me and Bobby will be there soon just tell me where you are."
"Sammy and i are at the Sunset Motel." Dean rattled off the address and they hung up.
Dean closed his eyes and felt a weight come off his shoulders.
He went over to Sammy and felt his little brothers forehead frowning at how hot the smaller boy was, going to the bathroom he wet a rag. Placing the cool cloth on Sammy's forehead like Harry had taught him.
Dean settled down on the other bed.
"Dont worry Sammy Dad's coming for us."