"Damnit Sam!"
"Minus a few choice words, that would have been my reaction," Dean shrugged, leaning back in the impala.
"How could he let this happen?!"
"Your guess is as good as mine Bobby. But like I said, they did abort it."
"When?" Bobby demanded.
"Few weeks ago. I don't know exactly when it was conceived. Chances are, they probably don't either."
"This could be very dangerous for you boys," Bobby sighed, "who knows what that kid could have become? Heaven forbid either the demons or angels find out, pun not intended."
"I'm not sure they know. Ran into Cass a while ago and he didn't mention it. At lest, I don't think he did..."
"What did he say?"
"That there were 'unforseen forces' at work among us, and not everythin was as it seemed," Dean pulled a face, "whatever that means."
"What else?"
"Nothing that's it. He came in just in time for me to not get french fried, and disappered just as fast."
"He must have left the battlefield on an order to save you," Bobby suggested thoughtfully.
"I don't know, maybe. We haven't seen or heard from him since."
"Dean?"
"Hmm?"
"Be careful. And watch out for your brother."
"When don't I?" Dean smirked.
"Keep me updated. I'll try and do some resarch on demon spawn."
"That's how I know you care, Bobby," Dean mused.
"Yeah," Bobby said gruffly, "call you later."