"It was my failure as a father. I neglected you both too much. I'm sorry!"
The apology came from the bottom of his heart, heavy beyond measure.
Seeing the vulnerability and guilt his father had never shown before, Dean's nose stung.
He shook his head. "No, Dad. I'm the one who should be sorry. At the hospital, I shouldn't have said those bastard things to provoke you. I know. I know you've always wanted to avenge Mom, and you were doing it to protect us too."
"Even Sam's girlfriend, Jessica Moore, was killed by Azazel. The Winchester Family is destined to never escape this fate. An ordinary, peaceful life was always an impossible dream for us."
"I was too anxious back then, too afraid of losing Sam, and I just blurted things out. I should be the one apologizing. You've been under more pressure than either of us!"
At that moment, all the barriers, misunderstandings, and grievances between father and son finally vanished completely, at the edge of life and death, beneath the cold night sky, with a car full of vampire captives before them.
They hugged each other tightly, both able to feel the other's trembling body and the deep familial love they had never easily spoken of.
Wu Heng quietly watched the scene from the side. Only after their emotions had calmed somewhat did he speak at the right moment, his tone flat yet seemingly able to see through people's hearts. "Now that you're done talking about your feelings, let's discuss something practical."
He looked at John. "Outside the hospital just now, were you planning to make a deal with a demon—if I didn't intervene—and trade your soul for Sam's life?"
John stiffened. After a moment of silence, he nodded with difficulty.
"That's very much the Winchester Family