Harry was sitting on the bed, watching me pace.
"Maybe you should go," he said again, his voice gentle. "You're bothered about it right? The only way to stop worrying is to find out things for yourself,".
I stopped in my tracks and turned to face him. "Are you serious, Harry? You think I should go meet up with a complete stranger who claims to be my mother? This is insane. I'm not doing it,".
Harry stood up and walked over to me, placing a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "I get it. It's crazy, and it's probably the last thing you ever expected. But what if it's true? What if this woman really is your mother? This could be the answer you've been seeking. Something that would help you reclaim your title as the real Winchester heir. She might have all the answers you're looking for,".
