*waves* hey guys! I'm so sorry for leaving you hanging for so long. It's been crazy stressful. I'm planning to go back to college to get my Master's Degree and I was so busy trying to get everything in before I go on vacation. So as a reward for making you guys wait instead of 3 chapters here's 5 chapters
Chapter 15
Harmone opened her eyes, frowning. She wasn't sure what had woken her up. She looked at her cell and saw that it was three in the morning. She sighed and stretched, having learned long ago that she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. She stood and went on poking her head in each room checking on the occupants. Much like how she did to her mother for several years. She smiled as she stood in her father's door watching him sleep. She couldn't believe that she had finally found her father after all these years. She may have lost one parent, but in exchange she gained another. She continued checking in the rooms and frowned when John's was empty. She descended the stairs and saw why.
"Going somewhere John?" she asked quietly.
John spun around, frowning at Harmone, "Yeah. I gotta go."
Harmone cocked her head, "Why?"
John sighed, "Another hunter called seeking my help with his hunt."
"Liar."
John shook his head, "Fine. I don't belong here. And its time I finally get that through my head. Those boys don't need me."
Harmone chuckled, "Yes they do John, but what they need is a father, not a drill sergeant. Sam needs someone who loves him and treats him like a kid despite his disability. He has Dean but it's not enough. He lost his mother at a very young age. Never knew her. And now you're going to make him lose his other parent too? Dean, while he's tough and very protective, he still needs his dad. He needs someone to help him when he gets stuck. Or to help him with Sam."
Harmone swallowed and ran a hand through her hair, "They're still young and they will always need you. Just not in the way that you think they need you. They don't need you to shove orders down their throat. Tell me something, when was the last time you gave either one of them a hug? Not like a hug saying good job on beheading that vamp kinda hug. A hug to say I love you. Have you ever told them that? They need to hear it you know."
John shook his head, "That's what Bobby's for. I…I can't. Not until I find and get rid of Mary's killer."
Harmone shook her head, "Then I feel sorry for you. At least, you should tell them you're leaving and why. They deserve that much."
"They'll be fine," John said opening the front door.
Harmone sighed, shaking her head. Her inner ear twitched and she smiled sadly, "How long have you been there?"
Bobby walked down the stairs, "Since I heard you come down."
Harmone turned and looked at her father, "What do we do?"
Bobby sighed, "We tell those boys the truth. They deserve nothing less. Now, why are you awake this early?"
Harmone averted her eyes and shrugged, "I don't know. Just couldn't sleep I guess."
Bobby eyed her and put a hand on her shoulder, "I think you do know. Something tells me this isn't the first time it's happened."
Harmone shrugged out from under his touch, "What does it matter?"
"It matters because I want to help you."
Harmone scoffed, "Oh that's rich. Where were you all those years I needed you? Huh?!" She shouted, eyes filling with tears.
Bobby pulled her into his arms, "I'm sorry. I didn't know. I'm here now," he just kept whispering these words over and over again as Harmone broke down and sobbed.
After what felt like forever, but really was probably only ten minutes, Harmone lifted her head, "I'm sorry."
Bobby smiled, "Don't be. Sometimes we all need a good cry and something tells me you've needed that for a long time."
Harmone blushed slightly.
~~~ADTH~~~~
When Sam and Dean woke the next morning they found Harmone and Bobby in the kitchen laughing and cooking breakfast.
Good morning sleepy heads. You're just in time for breakfast.
Sam smiled. Well this certainly isn't something you see every day. Bobby? Smiling? I thought for sure he'd remain one of the grumpy old men forever.
Bobby narrowed his eyes. Watch it boy. I ain't above beating your ass.
Sam laughed. Dean smiled and went to pour himself a cup of coffee as they all sat down. It was then that Sam noticed his father wasn't there.
Where's dad?
Both Harmone and Bobby sighed. Dean frowned.
"What is it?"
"I'm sorry. I tried to make him stay," Harmone spoke softly and slowly.
Sam slumped. Bobby reached over and put a hand on his shoulder, "Sam."
Sam looked up at him with tears in his eyes. He left because of me.
"Oh Sam," Harmone sighed. "I wish I could say that he didn't. He just felt that his quest for your mother's killer was more important…"
"Than his sons," Dean finished.
"He's a damn idjit is what he is."
Sam put his head down and appeared to be crying. Dean put a hand on Sam's shoulder, "Hey," he said, tapping Sam's cheek.
Sam shook his head and refused to look at Dean. Dean sighed and lifted his brother's face, "Hey. It's okay. You know why?"
Sam shook his head after a minute. Dean smiled, "What have I always told you? It's you and me against the world. Dad doesn't feel we're good enough for him, that's his problem."
Sam shook his head. He doesn't think I'm good enough. He knows that if I wasn't around, you'd easily be the son he wants. But he also knows that you won't leave me. That's why he left. I mean nothing to him. You mean everything.
Sam pushed himself away from the table and headed up to his room. Dean went to follow but Bobby stopped him, "Give him some space."
Dean sighed, "I could just kill dad. It's not fair the way he treats Sam."
Bobby nodded, "I know son."
Dean shook his head, "He already lost mom. I mean he barely knew mom. If it wasn't for pictures, he wouldn't know what she looked like. Now he has to lose his father because of something stupid?"
"He still has you," Harmone smiled.
"Yeah but it shouldn't be all he has. It's not enough."
"Well you have to make it enough. Something tells me John won't get that stick out his ass anytime soon. Besides, while yes, he needs a father and it would be good for him to have a father figure in his life, you, Dean are the most important person in his life. That boy looks up to you like no other. You've raised that kid and he doesn't take anything you told him or taught him for granted," Bobby sipped his coffee.
Dean scratched his head. It was something he did when he was nervous or blushing or insecure, "Really?"
Bobby nodded, "Really."
Dean thought about that for a moment before heading upstairs to the room he and Sam shared. He found Sam cross legged in the middle of his bed looking at a book. Sam lifted his head and gave him some half smile. Dean chuckled and sat next to him and pointed to the book.
Sam lifted it and showed him the book. It was The Catcher and the Rye. Dean laughed.
"Only you would be reading a pansy book like that."
Sam pouted. It's not pansy.
Dean chuckled, "Okay, fine. Hey Sam?"
Sam shook his head, "I'm fine."
Dean just looked pointedly at him. Sam sighed. Fine. I'm not okay, but I will be. I mean I just have to learn to accept that no matter what I do or did it was never good enough for dad. And I just have to be okay with that. Besides, I have you. You're my everything Dean. Not dad.
Dean flushed. Something not many people have seen him do, "I love you Sam. You're my…world. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't in it. And if Dad had dumped you somewhere and dragged me to stay with him I'd be the most miserable person ever."
Sam chuckled. Dean grinned, "It's true. Because without you I'm nothing."
Sam grinned wide as he read Dean's lips and hugged him tight. Dean hugged him back.
We done being women now?
Sam cracked up and nodded. So what now?
Dean sighed, shaking his head. He had no idea, but whatever they chose they would do it together.
TBC...
