My Angel, Harry/Castiel, An HP/SPN Fic
Title: My Angel
Author: fallingemerald
Fandom: Crossover (Supernatural/Harry Potter)
Rating: PG-13
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Ellen, Dean, Sam, Ash, and Castiel/Harry
Warning(s): Slash, Kissing, Innuendo, Implied Character Death
Spoiler(s): None for Harry Potter, Fourth Season of Supernatural
Prompt(s): None
Word Count: 2,235
Beta Reader:Nope
Rants: Okay so I've had this fic in my folder for a long time, probably since November. Lately I just haven't had the urge to write. A lot of stuff's been happening at home; lots of fighting with the rents, so I haven't really had time or the urge to write.
But yeah,
Hope you Guys enjoy.
Summary: Harry meets Castiel after a year.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Supernatural; I also do not make money off of either.
My Angel
“Harry.” Castiel’s voice is just as rough and low as it was a year ago.
Harry looks up quickly, almost slamming his head against the bottom of the bar’s open cabinets. “Castiel.” He can’t help but blush, his eyes widening, and his lips parting. He sets down the two beers Ellen had asked him to get against the bar top.
“How are you?” Castiel tilts his head and rubs a palm over one hand.
The wizard smiles a little, he doesn’t think the last time he saw Castiel the man was this human, “I’m alright, this is a surprise.” Harry leans against the counter and pushes away the urge to kiss Castiel at the sight of him. The angel may have watched him once but he didn’t have a clue about how the wizard felt about him.
“Yes, my new charge needed something from Ash.” Castiel frowns, glances at two bloody giants, and turns back to Harry.
“Huh,” Harry admits, at least to himself, he looks them up, but only for a second. He looks at Castiel to find him hunched over. “Cas?” He frowns.
“Yes, Harry?” Castiel pulls one of the beers closer.
Harry snatches the beer back, “When did you start to drink?” He shakes his head, “Can an-” He pauses, glances around and lowers his voice, “Can angels even get drunk?”
Castiel nods, looking longingly at the beer in Harry’s hand. “Yes, it would need most of your alcohol but I could become intoxicated.”
The twenty-three year old gives up after a moment of watching the angel pout. “Here, tell Ellen I gave you this and I’ll have to hurt you.” Harry doubts Castiel actually understands, but the wizard gives him a beer and takes two colder beers to Ellen.
Ellen hands them to the two giants and starts to introduce Harry, but Harry’s already walking back to Castiel. The only man he’s interested in is the angel.
Harry starts chattering to Castiel about inane things, how his life is going.
Castiel has his nose slightly scrunched up, as if in concentration, and his brows lowered.
Harry wants to think something of it, wants to think that when the angel licks his lips that it means more. Then the angel sips his beer and Harry mentally rolls his eyes at himself. Don’t be stupid.
The wizard continues talking, it’s mostly a one-sided conversation, but it’s okay. Harry knows he’s starting to babble but Castiel doesn’t say anything, or rebuke him.
The angel just sits there, beer forgotten in his hands after twenty minutes of the other man’s chatter. His blue eyes staring at Harry, Castiel’s lips turn up slightly. “Harry,”
The emerald-eyed man pauses, blinking at Castiel, “Yeah, Cas?” Harry catches his smile and can’t help his lips turning upward as well.
“You are a very handsome man.” Castiel smile turns up a notch, and he leans forward.
Harry feels like his face is on fire. He’s pretty sure the angel doesn’t even know what he’s implying, unless those two charges of his helped him learn a lot about humanity. The wizard felt his stomach knot at the thought of other people getting to spend more time with Castiel then he ever did.
“I’m sorry, did I offend you?” Castiel leans back a little, his eyes losing their mirth.
Harry doubts his face is any less red, and he didn’t actually mean to get so distracted by his thoughts, “No, no, I, I think your pretty handsome too, Cas.” He slides his elbows forward, and if they happen to touch Castiel’s it’s all the better. “Do, you think your charges will be okay without you for a night?” He knows it’s selfish and stupid to ask but he wants Castiel, wants to spend some time with him. His charges could stay one night by themselves, they were hunters.
Castiel glances at the giants again before looking back, “I…what are you asking?” The angel frowns and eyes squint at Harry.
“I want to spend the night with you.” The wizard isn’t sure if it’s to forward or not but he’s learned that it’s easier to tell the angel straight out what he wants.
“Oh,” Castiel mouth is slightly open and his blue eyes widen.
Harry is tempted to push his mouth close, and do a whole lot of other things that would get him at least a chewing out by Ellen, if not kicked out. He likes his job here, though, so he presses a finger against Castiel’s chin, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” The wizard isn’t upset or anything, but he’s pretty sure Hermione would yell at him for lying to himself (If she were still alive).
“No, I, let me just tell my charges I will be unavailable tonight.” Castiel smiles.
Harry swears that Castiel is ten times more beautiful when he smiles like that. The wizard nods, and leans back. He doesn’t get to speak to Castiel afterward because it starts getting busy. Hunters always seem to pop up in the later hours; Harry figures its hunts always going on at night that keeps them at odd hours. He normally doesn’t mind the work, and actually exhilarates in it, it keeps thoughts away. Today though all Harry wants to do is tell the hunters to bugger off and find another way to drown their sorrow, maybe pick up an actual hobby. He scolds himself after he thinks that thought but he still can’t help hoping to see Castiel come and sit back down at the bar.
The wizard is placing one more beer down for a willowy woman who smiles wickedly at him before he’s tapped on the shoulder. Harry turns quickly and is surprised to see Ellen looking slightly annoyed.
“Harry, what’s this about you inviting Castiel to your house?” Ellen has this way of feeling like an overwhelming force when she wants to be. Her brown eyes glint in the low light, and if Harry hadn’t checked for magical disguises the first time he’d entered this bar, he would swear she used magic to give her that scary look.
“I wanted to spend time with an old friend.” Harry winces because it sounds more confrontational then he meant it too. He adores Ellen, not like a mother but still he likes her like an Aunt or older sister; he’s lost two mothers already he doesn’t need another if something ever happens-Merlin forbid.
“Oh, and you know Castiel?” There’s suspicion right under Ellen’s innocent question.
Harry can tell, he wasn’t in a war without recognizing things, and people’s tones were definitely on that list, “Yeah, I knew him. He was the one who helped me here.” The wizard hopes he hasn’t said too much, but he thinks the giants would tell Ellen about the angel.
Ellen looks shocked, before her cheeks flush, “Oh! I’m sorry, dear.” She’s always trying to avoid anything that might bring up his past.
Harry isn’t sure if she thinks he’s still not over it or that she tries not to remember how bad he looked when Castiel helped him to the Roadhouse. “Its fine, Ellen,” He cracks a grin, “It’s been a long time since then. Castiel’s a nice person to talk too.”
“Right, honey if you want to go home early and talk,” Ellen has that suspicious tone to her voice again, as if she doesn’t really believe Harry wants to just talk. She waves a hand at Harry. “I can handle the bar alone.”
Harry snorts and shakes his head, “I’m not leaving you here alone Ellen.” The wizard glances at the busy bar, “You think you could handle all these hunters by yourself? They might burn something down.” He’s sure it’s possible too, an idiot had almost lit the place on fire last month, Harry was sure it was just his dumb luck that helped him stop it.
The brunette lets out her own snort and runs a hand through her hair. “I’d say something about Ash helping me but that man doesn’t know how to run a bar if the “how-to’s” became a desktop wallpaper.” Ellen stares at Harry for a moment before she waves her hand. “Fine, back to work, but I’ll make sure those Winchesters’ stay a bit longer.”
The wizard smiles and mumbles a quick ‘thank you’. Harry spends the rest of his shift trying to figure out what he wants to talk about with the angel. He has so many thoughts spinning in his head he doesn’t realize until Ash is calling him that he had cleaned the entire floor twice with the mop.
“Damn Harry, you’ve never been this out of it.” The man flicks his hair and leans back against to the pool table. “Anyway your angel-dude is waiting for you outside with Sam and Dean.” Ash has a bottle of whiskey in one hand and already starts opening it.
Harry is tempted to tell Ash that Ellen won’t approve of him stealing a whole bottle of her alcohol but decides to take the proffered advice and leave. He doesn’t realize until he’s put away the mop and is out the door that Ash has called Castiel his. The wizard is still blushing when he walks up to the two tall hunters and his--Castiel. “Hey.”
Castiel smiles at him and nods at the giants, “This is Sam and Dean Winchester, my charges.” He looks stifled, a little more formal than he was back at the bar.
The wizard smiles, feeling uncertain, “Hey, I’m Harry.” He hates using his whole name and even though he was a continent away it still rackled him. Hunters didn’t even know about the other magical communities outside of America; the witches who sold their souls to demons weren’t that kind to other magic users.
“Hey.” The brothers said it almost simultaneously, and the shorter one eyed him as if he could read his soul.
“So,” Harry isn’t sure if he’s ever been out of words before, at least after the war began. He always had to say something, cheer someone up, or help someone get through aftershocks of their first kill. The black-haired man shakes his head.
“I will go with Harry now; I will see you two tomorrow.” Castiel smiles at Harry and the wizard figures it’s supposed to be reassuring.
“Uh, yeah sure, Cas.” Sam, the taller one looks like a Sam, turns towards his brother, “Right, Dean?”
Dean frowns at Harry then Castiel and sighs, “Whatever, Cas, just don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He grins suddenly, leering at Harry and then turns to the Impala behind them.
Harry blushes, and turns away quickly. He walks to his car, a small Honda that probably has seen better days. He just likes that it takes him places, it’s not like he needs the car for more than work and groceries.
“You do not have your powers anymore?” Castiel’s voice sounds from right behind Harry.
The wizard yelps and glares at Castiel, “I do but most muggles, especially hunters, don’t need to see them being used.” Harry waved at the car, “It’s easier to explain then popping up randomly.”
Castiel nods, pulls Harry closer suddenly, and places a hand on the hood of the car, “Think of your home.” He whispers against Harry’s ear.
Harry blinks up at Castiel; He really does have pretty eyes, and tries to focus on the parking lot in front of his house. It was small, barely anything, and the next moment when he opened them they were there.
“This is not a wizarding manor.” The angel lets go of the car and Harry. Castiel’s eyes are intent on the house.
Harry sighs, he misses the warmth already. “Yeah, I know. I don’t really like them.” He hates the empty-cold state of all the magical houses he owns. If most weren’t bound to him by blood he would have sold them off by now. The emerald-eyed man leads Castiel into the house closing the door and turning on the lights. “Do you eat? I’ve got some casserole in the fridge from yesterday.” He put down his keys on a moderately thin, high, table and sets about the kitchen near the door in practiced motions.
“My vessel does not need nourishment.” Castiel shrugs and leans against the doorframe.
The wizard glances back at Castiel and pauses. He looks so human. Harry smiles a little.
Castiel smiles in return, and walks up to him, “I thought you wanted me here for a reason. Unless like Dean said once, I read the signals wrong.”
Harry blushes, and feels a surge of surprise, “I, yeah,” He isn’t sure what to do, Castiel’s an angel, and he doubts he’s implying what Harry thinks the angel is implying.
Castiel gently pushes Harry’s face up with a knuckle and kisses him.
Harry can tell it’s more than inexperienced and he feels warm anyway. He kisses back hungrily, and grabs a hold of the man’s trenchcoat. “Castiel,” He moans, backing off because he wants to ravish the angel right there and then.
“That was…okay?” Castiel looks so uncertain and nervous. His hand wraps around Harry’s.
“That was amazing.” Harry goes in for another kiss.
Castiel pushes him into the fridge door, closing it.
Harry doesn’t remember the casserole until they go to bed, but by then he’s too hungry for Castiel to go and eat now.
~Fin