Harry Winchester by Magster1102

Chapter 2

Harry sat up quickly, his heart pounding so loudly in his ears, that he wouldn't have been surprised if it jumped out of his chest.

He looked around wildly, trying to find the beefy, red face that was his uncle's. When he didn't see anything, he put his head in his hands and breathed deeply.

Was that another nightmare? Or was it just a long forgotten memory? He sighed and looked up, remembering suddenly that he wasn't at the Dursley's anymore. He was at Ellen's roadhouse. He was safe.

"He pushed himself off the bed and quickly made it, not sure of the expectations of living in this room until his father came for him. He picked his backpack off the floor and grabbed some clothes and a toothbrush.

He didn't even bother brushing out his hair; it wouldn't do anything other then mess it up even more. He snorted and wondered if John had hair like his.

He opened his door and made his way to the bar, which wasn't easy since the bar was so packed today. Luckily, he spotted an empty barstool and sat down on it, bringing his backpack around and setting it in his lap.

Harry looked around for Ellen, but before he could see her, he felt hands on his shoulders. He jumped and swung around, one of his hands in his pocket where his wand was.

There was a lady in front of him with blonde hair and bright eyes. She had a friendly smile and a soft grip so he knew she meant no harm, especially when he heard what she had to say.

"Hey there, I'm Ellen's daughter Jo. She told me that your Harry right?" She put out a hand for him to shake and Harry quickly obliged.

"Er, it's nice to meet you." Harry said, not really knowing what else to say, but apparently his stomach did because to his embarrassment, it growled. Jo laughed and went behind the bar to grab a small orange juice for Harry.

"You hungry, Harry? I can make you a sandwich if you want." Jo offered.

"Really? Thanks! Do you need me to help with anything?" Harry asked, relieved that he wouldn't be hungry for the first time since he had gotten back from second year.

"Ya, I'll be right back." Jo said, making her way to the back counter, but bumped into someone. A tall, broad chest someone that she would know anywhere.

"Dean?" She asked, looking up at him.

Harry sat at the bar, swinging his legs a little as he waited for Jo or Ellen to come find him. He spotted, a little while later, Jo coming at him with a tall man that had short black hair and green/hazel eyes. He briefly wondered if he was somehow related to the man, before pushing that thought away. It was probably just one of people that Ellen called, right?

"Harry, I'd like you to meet, Dean, a friend of your dad's." Dean nodded at Harry, but didn't extend a hand for Harry to shake. It was fine with him because (though he wouldn't admit it out loud) the guy kind of scared him.

"Hello," Harry said politely, trying to make a conversation, "Are you one of John Winchester's friends?"

"You could say that," Dean replied back, his voice almost having taken a growling tone, "Who are you to ask?" Harry was taken a back by his tone and Jo punched Dean's arm.

"I already explained everything to you, Dean, remember?" Was it just Harry or did Jo kind of stress the word 'everything'?

"So you're his son?" Dean asked, his voice a little gentler, though his eyes had a hard look to them.

"Well, I guess so. I mean, my mum told me in a letter." Harry shrugged, getting a little discouraged. What if the letter had been a fake? He quickly scolded himself; he had seen his mum's writing before and the writing in the letter was the same as her's.

"Well look, kid. John Winchester died in a car accident a year ago." Dean said tiredly, pinching the bridge of his nose tightly as Harry's eyes filled with tears, "but if you're who you say you are then could you come with me to the back room? I just need to ask you some questions." Tears dropped from Harry's face as he was led to the back room. Why did this happen? How could everyone in the world that was suppose to love and care for him have to die?

Dean let the kid go in before himself, trying to remember what Ellen and Jo had told him. How could Harry be thirteen? He looked barely ten and that could have been pushing it! Ellen also said that she had seen bruises on his arms, but she had jumped to conclusions right away. He could have just fell right? It doesn't point to abuse straight away.

Harry actually did look a lot like their father, having the same hair, and weirdly enough, having the same eyes as Dean's mother.

Dean didn't really know what to believe anymore. How could their father have done this to them? Have another kid with another woman after Dean's mother had died? Sure, it had been a couple years since Dean and Sam where both so much older then Harry, but why? Why would Dean's dad do a sin that great?

Dean kind of felt bad for the kid. He grew up with no parents (according to Ellen) and to discover that he had a family member only to get news that he died? That's harsh, but at least he had himself and Sam to look out for the kid. Unless, Sam and him decided differently. Besides, why would they bring an innocent kid into this kind of life?

Dean knew that Harry wasn't a shape shifter or a demon, so the only option was for him to be lying, but Dean knew deep down in his heart the Harry wasn't. He looked so much like his dad, Sam and probably himself too. There wasn't really any other choice but to believe him.

And Dean would never agree to a blood test. Having the kid realize that there actually wasn't anyone out there for him? That would break the kid's heart in half. Harry's heart probably already broke from hearing about John, he could see the way Harry tried to control his sobs.

Sam would be better with this; he would know what to do.

Harry finally broke out of his depressing thoughts when Dean pushed him into the room. He looked around trying to take the room in as he wiped at his eyes.

It seemed this was a storage room, filled to the brim with boxes except for the art where there was a freakishly tall man with kind of long hair and hazel eyes with Ellen in the room too. Not counting himself, Dean and Jo.

"What's, what's going on?" Harry asked, trying to keep the tremor out of his voice. They weren't going to kill him were they?

"We just need you to take a few tests," the tall man said, "My name is Sam, I'm Dean's brother and we just have to know if you're really you."

"What do you mean?" Harry exclaimed, freaking out now, trying to back up except now there were hands on his shoulders.

"Christo!" Dean shouted and Harry looked at him confusedly.

"Um, bless you?" He said, puzzled. Jo giggled a little and Sam laughed out right.

Dean pulled out a knife and took Harry's arm. "What the hell are you doing?" Harry screamed, trying to get away from the crazy people, but Dean was too strong. He brought the knife down to Harry's arm and gently cut it a little to draw some blood. When it came out red, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Dean let go of Harry's arm and wiped the knife on his shirt.

Harry put some of his shirt onto the small wound, "Ok, you are telling me what is going on right now, or I swear I will call the police."

Sam stepped forward, but hesitated when Harry flinched, "Do you believe in the Supernatural?"