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Title: Misconceptions or All My Dreams and Future
Summary: Sometimes, even the strongest people break. They give up after fighting for years and yet, others don't. They keep on fighting... How, Harry didn't know. Maybe he would have to ask Dean when he got the chance.
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR S6! Not sure how many but there will be some things. OOC...(mentions of) Mpreg, and other stuff that I can't think of.
Word Count:634
Beta:Chrystel Malfoy-Potter. Thank you!
A/N: Here it is... What you guys have been waiting for. Well, enjoy!

"The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned." ~William Somerset Maugham

"Really?" Green eyes lit up, a smile bloomed quickly.

"Yeah, they wanna spend the week with you. That is, if you don't mind."

"Not a problem." Harry laughed, "Have they had enough of their "grandpa Bobby"?"

"Watch it boy, they love it here,…but they miss you. Ever since that day I was brought back and you ran off to have your kid, they've wanted to see you. I gave you your space. You got your life together, now you need to be a family with those two boys." Bobby's voice slowly hardened and Harry could tell anger was simmering under the surface. He wouldn't deny that running off hadn't been the smartest idea. In fact, he was just now realizing how stupid it was and he couldn't quite imagine the impact it had on the twins. "I'm getting old… I can't take care of two eight year olds anymore. I've taught them everything I know about the supernatural and they can defend themselves. Now it's time for you to come back home and let me meet the little one. You hear me?"

"Yeah, Bobby, I hear you. I'll be back at your place within the week. Have you heard from…?" Harry left the question hanging, silently berating himself for asking. Each week he asked and each week it was the same answer.

"No, but I did hear that him and Lisa didn't work out. Something about bringing home too much paranoia."

Harry raised an eyebrow mind racing over the possibilities. Lisa and Dean didn't work out? The girl Dean had been pining for months? Well, that was definitely not expected. "Huh, okay, but I'll be seeing you soon, Bobby. Probably sometime on Thursday."

"Hurry, something's going down and I know I should have told you sooner but… Well, you don't need the stress, that I am about to dump on you."

Harry let out a suffering sigh and mentally prepared himself for what Bobby could possibly say. If Harry had an inkling about the bombshell Bobby was going to drop, he would have asked to be left out of the loop. This was a whole can of worms he didn't want to open up. Not now while it was still raw and red.

"Sam's back." The young boy, now newly turned 'mother', would have laughed if Bobby wasn't always serious. He wanted to laugh now, not the good, straight from the soul laughter, but the god damned, hysterical 'what-the-fuck' kind.

"Well," he said, voice choked, "what do you expect? He's a Winchester."

Winchester. Of course a Winchester didn't know how to stay dead. They excelled in staying alive —no matter how tough things got.

Harry rubbed his forehead briefly, a headache was coming on and he was sure it wasn't going to be getting better any time soon. "Actually, scratch my ETA, I'll be there by tomorrow."

Adjusting the squirming bundle on his hip, Harry grabbed his duffle and the baby bag and headed out to his car, his vacation was over and it was time he got to Bobby's. After all, with Samuel Winchester alive, Harry was almost a hundred percent sure his older brother didn't know, and he wanted to see the fireworks.

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Glancing around the parking lot, Harry pulled the keys from his pocket before stopping. In front of him was a shiny, black '67 Chevy Impala with a certain Winchester in the drivers seat.

'This day just gets better and better...' Harry grimaced before heading towards the car. Dean Winchesters self satisfied smirk mocked him every step of the way.

"Fancy seeing you here."

A/n: There you go, please review? Hey, and in the review tell me whether it should be called: Misconceptions or All My Dreams And Future.