I meant to write this right after watching "Jump the Shark," but I got so busy I forgot about it! So here it is. It's a one-shot involving a phone call from Dean to Bobby. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Darn it all. Dean isn't mine because life ain't fair. Neither is Bobby, which sucks cuz Bobby rocks! And Supernatural isn't mind. They all belong to the creators of Supernatural!
Dean waited until he was sure Sam had fallen asleep. He grabbed his cell phone and quietly went outside of the motel room, gently closing the door behind him. He then flipped open the phone and dialed the familiar number. He hit Send and raised it to his ear. He stared out at the deserted motel parking lot. It was 2 o'clock in the morning and the only other noise he could hear besides the ringing on the other end of his phone was the occasional traffic going down the highway off in the distance. Suddenly, he heard someone answer the phone.
"Hello?" Bobby's familiar voice came on the line. Dean could tell by Bobby's voice that even though it was late, the older hunter hadn't been woken up.
"Bobby. It's Dean."
"Well hi, Dean. Everything OK?"
Dean paused for a minute. Was everything OK? He felt a lump begin to form in his throat. He tried to clear it with a cough.
"I… I dunno…"
Bobby's voice filled with concern. "What's wrong? Something happen to Sam?"
"No! No, Sam's fine. I mean… he got cut up pretty bad during our last case… but he's fine…"
"OK then. So you want to me what's wrong? I know you have a good reason for calling me at 2 am and it ain't just to say hi!"
Dean closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "I… uh… I need to ask you question. About Dad."
There was a pause on the other end of the phone. "OK, Dean."
"And I need you to be honest with me, Bobby. I mean it."
"You know I won't bullshit you, Dean. I'll tell you like it is."
Dean nodded, even though he knew Bobby couldn't see him.
"I… I know…"
"So what's your question, Dean?"
Dean took a deep breath and plunged in.
"When Dad would go away for all those weeks at a time… were they all for hunting trips?"
There was silence on the other end of the phone.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
Dean could feel his heart sink.
"So… you knew, huh? You knew about his other kid, didn't you?"
He heard Bobby let out a sigh.
"Shit, Dean. You found out? What happened?"
"You knew about Adam?"
"Yes, Dean, I knew."
"And you decided that information wasn't important enough to tell me?"
"Damn it, Dean, I wanted to! I told John every day from the day he told me he needed to tell you boys about him. But he was such a stubborn jackass he wouldn't. And he made me swear to never tell you. And believe me, Dean; I considered telling you every day. I should have to. Damn it."
Dean tried to swallow down the every growing lump in his throat.
"It's too late now. The kid's dead. So is his mom."
Bobby gasped. "Shit, Dean, what happened?"
Dean could only force out one word. "Ghouls."
"Shit. Dean. I'm sorry. I really am sorry. I should have told you."
Dean closed his eyes.
"Don't worry about it, Bobby. Nothing we can do about it now."
There was a pause. "Are you going to be OK?"
"Yeah, Bobby. Fine. Hey, I gotta run. Sorry to bother ya so late."
Dean hung up his cell phone before Bobby had a chance to respond. He leaned up against the building and covered his face. He let himself cry for the brother he had lost. The one he had never known he had.