Fic: We're Not in Kansas Anymore (6/6)
We’re Not in Kansas Anymore a gift for heidi8
Author: gestaltrose
Title: We’re Not in Kansas Anymore 6/6 (complete)
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Jack/Harry/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,000 or so this part 19,000 or so total
Beta: My lovely 'biza, britpicked by quill_lumos and kuhekabir
Spoilers: Season One and Two of Supernatural then AU, Part of Season One of Torchwood then AU, AU Harry Potter but some spoilers I guess, oh and Season Two of the latest incarnation of Dr Who.
Warnings: Slash, Incest, Crossover: Supernatural, Harry Potter, and Torchwood.
Disclaimer: This is just a story it came out of my own head. Sam and Dean belong to Kripke, Harry Potter and Company belong to Rowling, and Jack and the Torchwood crew belong to Russell T Davies and the BBC. No money is being made from this story... who would buy it?
Summary: *deep breath* Sam and Dean from my Don’t Touch story (which you don’t have to read to understand this one) find themselves in Wales and neck deep in trouble, like usual.
Notes: This was written as a pitch-hit for spn_holidays. heidi8 I hope you like it, this is the end.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five
Waking up, Sam took inventory of the situation and himself. He and Dean hadn’t come to any kind of compromise concerning the Demon, Dean just said no, over and over. But for Sam there wasn’t any question about it. If he had a chance to save Dean he would take it. They had finally fallen asleep after some desperate lovemaking, neither one giving in.
A knot settled in his stomach. He knew what he had to do. He wanted Dean there but if Dean didn’t want to be, that was fine with him. Getting up, he padded to the bathroom and, after using the facilities, he went back into the room and got dressed quietly. Dean didn’t wake up and Sam walked out of the room. Shutting the door behind him, Jack was there with coffee.
“Thanks.”
“Made a decision?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, but Dean . . .” Sam let his voice trail off. “He’s just worried, I can feel it.”
Jack nodded at him and sat down. “What is your decision?”
Sam looked up at Jack through his shaggy hair and opened his mouth.
“He’s going to deal with the thing,” Dean said as he walked into the room. “I don’t think it’s worth the risk, but Sam does. And,” Dean swallowed visibly and Sam could feel the nervous energy radiating off of him, “I go where he goes. So I guess we both get to fight that thing.”
Jack nodded like he hadn’t been expecting anything different. “We’ll need to discuss options, then.”
“Options?” Sam didn’t like the way Dean’s voice turned the word into a threat.
Watching Ianto walk into the room, Sam could see the man observe everyone and quickly come to a conclusion.
“Sam, you want to come help me feed the Pteranodon?”
“A Pterodactyl? You have a Pterodactyl?” Sam was amazed.
“A gift of the rift, that we haven’t been able to send back,” Ianto said.
“Sure.” Sam was on his feet in a moment. He knew that Jack wanted to talk with Dean without him around but a Pterodactyl, how cool was that. Giving Dean a small smile and a squeeze on his shoulder, Sam followed Ianto down a staircase.
Knowing that Jack and Dean needed to plan without him there made it easier to leave. If he knew what they had planned then the Demon would too, once it possessed him. So he concentrated on what Ianto was telling him. Myfanwy, was what they called her and Sam asked how Ianto knew it was a girl and Ianto stopped and looked at him, shook his head and continued on to where they had a small refrigerator.
Throwing a little meat out, Sam watched the Pteranodon fly around. Ianto squirted something from a bottle on it and Myfanwy landed in moments and was tearing into the food. Ianto squirted a little on a slab of meat and handed it to Sam. “Toss it.”
Sam tossed it. Myfanwy snatched it out of the air. Then Ianto handed him another piece and as he tossed it he slung some of the stuff from the bottle on himself.
“Oh shit.”
Sam thought that it would take a lot to make Ianto curse. “Sam, take the shirt off and try not to get any of that protein sauce on you. Fuck!”
Looking up, Sam saw what Ianto was cursing about. He had a fucking Pteranodon stalking toward him. Sam held his hand up. “Stop.” The thing slowed and cocked it’s head one way then another, like it was trying to see Sam with both of its eyes. “Stop.” Sam put everything in his being into the word. If there was ever a time for magic to be real, this was it.
He succeeded much better than he imagined. Ianto couldn’t move, neither could Tosh or Owen who had just came upstairs from the medical room. Sam was beginning to panic just as Gwen walked in with Harry. Taking in the scene with a glance, Gwen cast some sort of cleaning spell at him, the ‘sauce’ was gone anyway and Harry muttered finite something and then everyone could move again.
“Report,” Jack’s voice snapped out.
“Accidental Magic, everyone’s fine,” Gwen said.
“Speak for yourself,” Owen snapped and turned and went back downstairs.
“I’m sorry, Sam,” Ianto said. “I should have made it clear what the protein sauce was.”
“It’s okay, Ianto. Thanks Gwen, Harry.”
“Gwen, Harry, Sam to the conference room. Everyone else, battle stations.”
Ianto got them into the conference room and then hurried off to do whatever he was going to do. Walking in, Sam noticed the tension between Dean and Jack right away. Looking between the two men, he could tell that they had both had to make compromises that neither was happy with. Sam didn’t care what agreement that they came to as long as they would ‘take care’ of him if he lost this battle, then he could do it.
“If you still want to do this, Sam,” Jack asked him and he nodded. “Then we’re as ready as we’re going to be.”
Sam took a deep breath. He could do this. He could beat this thing for Dean, for himself, for what everyone would lose if he lost. Dean walked up and laced his fingers through Sam’s. Dean believed, Sam could feel it.
“Harry?” Gwen asked and Harry nodded. He cast some spells on Dean, Sam didn’t know what, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to. Together, they walked out the door, neither of them concentrating on the fact that it might be the last time.
Getting down to the cells, Jack’s voice came over the intercom. “Remember, Dean.”
Dean gave a curt nod and then Sam walked up to where the Demon was imprisoned. Getting out a piece of chalk, Dean drew a Devil’s Trap around Sam. The Demon watched Dean closely, watching for any mistakes or breaks. Knowing his brother as well as he did, he knew that there weren’t any. Finishing up, Dean stood and looked at Sam, fear clear in his eyes. Sam closed his for a moment then nodded at Dean, who opened the door that contained the Demon and its host.
The Darkness that was the Demon swirled out of the girl and toward Sam, hesitating at the edge of the trap but then moving in to possess Sam. Sam lost control of his body almost immediately and was almost pushed out of himself entirely, but he kept a hold on himself, barely. Sam sensed Dean getting the girl out of there.
Feeling the Demon rifle through his memories, it paid close attention to when Jack and Dean were talking and then it moved on to deeper memories.
“Dean, Dean, Dean,” the Demon purred his brother’s name.
Dean didn’t respond, just stood watching, waiting for something.
“You’ve always held Sammy back and you know it. Even when you were both little you could see how smart he was and you were jealous. You knew your dad loved Sam best when you had tried so hard to do what you were told.” The Demon walked to the edge of the trap. “Tried to be a good soldier, that’s what he told you right? You were his good soldier? But Sammy here, Sammy was his favorite and he didn’t even try. That must have made you so mad.”
Dean stood there, his jaw clenching.
“But then Sammy always got everything, didn’t he? He got to go to college, he got to have the girlfriend, the life that didn’t include hunting. You must have been so jealous you couldn’t spit. What did you get? Huh Dean? What do you owe Sam? He’s the one who owes you. Why are you here?”
A tear ran down Dean’s face and Sam struggled against the Demon, who appeared to weaken for a moment. Sam was reaching out to his brother, his lover.
“No, Dean, it’s not . . .”
Then Sam was pushed or pulled under again. Hope bloomed in Dean’s eyes for a moment and he almost took a step forward, into the trap. Sam mentally sighed with relief when Dean noticed that Sam wasn’t ‘there’ anymore and stopped himself. He could feel the Demon’s frustration and it made him happy.
“It’s because you’re worthless, isn’t it? You couldn’t save yourself and your Daddy had to make a deal. He went to hell for you, didn’t he? We had a whole bunch of fun with him before he got out. Your Daddy’s a good fuck. You know that, Dean?”
The thing was trying to goad Dean into crossing the line this time and Sam was afraid it might work. Dean pulled out Dad’s journal and began to read the incantation for exorcism.
“Alone, Dean. You were so scared of being alone here and you sold your soul just to have your brother with you. What kind of loser does that?” The Demon finally made someone mad but it wasn’t Dean. Sam surged outward, his soul, his love, like a small light in the darkness but that light grew and grew. Pouring everything he had into it, all the magic, all the empathy, all the love he had for his brother, Sam made the light brighter and brighter. Finally the Demon released itself from Sam’s body and Darkness swirled around and around.
“Now!” Dean yelled and Sam was suddenly drenched in water and Dean hurriedly finished the exorcism and sent Put Santanchia back to Hell.
Sam collapsed in a heap and Dean rushed in to him. Sobbing, Sam was babbling, trying to apologize and tell Dean that he loved him but it all came out as a muddled “’msorryloveyou’msorryloveyou,” over and over again.
“Shhh, Sammy. I know,” Dean said as he rocked Sam back and forth. “I’m sorry, too. If I were stronger, I could have let you go.”
Sam finally realized what had happened. He had defeated the Demon. He had defeated the Demon! “I defeated him,” he said out loud. Then he started laughing and crying at the same time. “I defeated him! Dean, I defeated him!”
“Yeah, Sammy, and I sent him back to Hell.”
“No, Dean. I. Defeated. Him. I won.” Sam stood and pulled Dean to his feet. “You’re free. Your soul is your own again, no debt.”
“You won.” This time Dean’s voice was full of awe. “Sammy.” He stopped, unable to complete his sentence.
“You’re welcome, Dean.”
“Come on, everyone is waiting to close those rifts. Right, Jack?” Dean asked.
“Right,” Jack’s voice came over the intercom. “Glad you’re still with us, Sam.”
“So am I.”
Later, after a few beers, the whole crew -- including Sam, Dean and Harry -- sat around a magically enlarged table talking about magic and what it could do. Gwen got a determine look in her eye. She came over and sat next to Harry, which put her between Sam and Dean.
“I want my cover back,” she said as she ran her hand up Harry’s sleeve. “I’m still needed here and,” she looked around at Ianto, Owen, Tosh and Jack discussing what was ‘magical’ and what was ‘from the rift’. “This is not the time, Harry.”
Harry looked so forlorn that Sam touched his hand. This time he was ready for the emotions he got from the lonely man and he put his feelings of friendship and pushed them. He wasn’t sure it could work that way until Harry turned and gave Sam a smile that made Sam’s knees go a little weak.
“When?”
“I would like to go home to Rhys and tell him honestly that I have no idea why I called him Charlie when we made love.”
Harry laughed. “You didn’t.”
“I did, and it’s not funny,” Gwen chided him and then smiled. “Well, maybe a little.”
Jack was at their sides, like magic itself. “I need to have a word with all of our boys here, if you don’t mind?” Jack asked Gwen, who looked at the three of them. Even Harry was probably a boy compared to Jack. She moved to the other side of the room and watched as Jack asked Harry something.
Harry erected some kind of barrier in-between them and the rest of the room.
“Video?”
“Taken care of.”
“Audio?”
“Taken care of.”
“Ianto?”
Harry waved his hand and the barrier became opaque. “Taken care of. Now what did you want to talk about?”
“First I have a question,” Jack said.
“Have you noticed yourself aging at all since you died?” He was looking at Harry, who looked confused.
“Wizards age slower,” he started to say.
“Slower is one thing. Gwen looks about twenty six or so. You look eighteen. Have you noticed any signs of ageing since you died?”
Harry looked thoughtful then a little scared as he shook his head. Jack turned to Sam and Dean. “It’s too early to tell with you. I suppose I could try to kill you and see if you die.”
Dean stood and his hand found his gun at his back.
“But,” Jack continued as if he hadn’t noticed Dean’s reaction, “that’s a little extreme. But I would guess that you two are in the same boat as me and Harry.”
“And what boat would that be?”
“The boat where you can’t die, don’t age or age very, very slowly. I think the Doctor figured it out as one a year for every hundred.”
“Great, we’re undead.”
“No.” Harry shook his head. “Draco noticed, he had a theory that I came back for a reason. Whether the reason was defeating Voldemort or something else, he didn’t know. But he guessed I would live as long as I needed to.”
“Sounds pretty smart to me,” Sam said.
“I wanted to die when he did, I . . . kept on living. I guess he was right.” Harry gave Jack a small smile.
“So, I guess I’m telling you so that you are prepared.” Jack looked at both Dean and him.
“Everything changes, but you both will probably live though it all. If your government gets their hands on either one of you and find out . . .” Jack let the threat linger in the air. Sam could imagine what the US would do if they found someone that they couldn’t kill... guinea pig suddenly had a whole new meaning.
“The magical community can help you,” Harry said.
“But we’re not wizards,” Dean said.
“You’re not trained in magic but that doesn’t mean you’re not wizards.”
“We’ll take help, wherever it’s offered,” Sam finished the discussion.
Harry nodded and turned to Jack. “I . . .” He took a deep breath. “I wish I didn’t have to do this.” He lifted his wand and held it to Jack’s temple. “It’ll just be the memories of magic and everything relating to it.”
“We’ve got forever, Harry. What’s a few more years?” Jack seemed to know exactly why this was bothering him. Sam understood then. Harry had found someone to be with, after all those years, and now he was going to have to take every memory of himself from that man’s mind.
Harry smiled, blinking back his tears. Lowering the barrier, he said a spell that put everyone to sleep except Sam and Dean. He spent some time on the computer system and then he pulled long silvery strands from everyone’s head, bottling each in their own container. He spent longer with Ianto and Jack and it had Sam wondering just what had gone on between the three men.
Finishing, Harry grabbed onto Sam and Dean and it felt like his stomach turned inside out, then he was retching on the floor of some garage.
“Sorry, but warning about it never helps,” Harry said. “They are waking up now, so we need to be going.” He opened the door of the Impala. That’s where he had taken them, to the garage holding the Impala. Dean noticed at the same time Sam did. He was on his feet and climbing into his car, seating himself behind the steering wheel. Sam got up and got in the car and was followed by Harry. They were all in the front seat but they weren’t squished, except for Sam’s knees, but since Dean wasn’t actually driving, it wasn’t an issue.
“I closed all of the rifts on Earth, so it’ll be a while before any new Daemons show up. But the ones here . . .”
“The ones here still need to be banished.”
“That’s a lot of work, maybe a lifetime, maybe more than one,” Harry said. “Kansas,” he said as he grabbed the dashboard.
The car and its occupants showed up in an empty field.
“What the hell?” Dean asked.
“You made the Impala a Portkey?” Sam asked.
Harry shrugged. “I didn’t want to lose it.”
Dean ran his hand over the steering wheel muttering about his baby and how she was fine and Sam rolled his eyes.
“Your motel is right down that road.” Harry pointed to a roadway not far from them. Holding up his wand, he looked at Sam and Dean seriously. “I’m not going to take your memories because I want to let you know who to go to for help. If you want to learn how to use your magic, they can help.”
Sam trusted Harry and he nodded, Dean a moment behind him. Suddenly his brain was filled with images and names and words but before he could register even one, they were gone.
“When you need to, remember.” It was a command that sunk into their brains, following the memories to wherever they went. Then he disappeared without a sound.
Pulling out onto the road, Dean looked at Sam. “You want to go hunting?”
“Yeah but first I want to fuck you into the mattress at our hotel.”
“Sounds good to me,” Dean said and drove off into the sunset.
Author: gestaltrose
Title: We’re Not in Kansas Anymore 6/6 (complete)
Pairing: Sam/Dean, Jack/Harry/Ianto
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 3,000 or so this part 19,000 or so total
Beta: My lovely 'biza, britpicked by quill_lumos and kuhekabir
Spoilers: Season One and Two of Supernatural then AU, Part of Season One of Torchwood then AU, AU Harry Potter but some spoilers I guess, oh and Season Two of the latest incarnation of Dr Who.
Warnings: Slash, Incest, Crossover: Supernatural, Harry Potter, and Torchwood.
Disclaimer: This is just a story it came out of my own head. Sam and Dean belong to Kripke, Harry Potter and Company belong to Rowling, and Jack and the Torchwood crew belong to Russell T Davies and the BBC. No money is being made from this story... who would buy it?
Summary: *deep breath* Sam and Dean from my Don’t Touch story (which you don’t have to read to understand this one) find themselves in Wales and neck deep in trouble, like usual.
Notes: This was written as a pitch-hit for spn_holidays. heidi8 I hope you like it, this is the end.
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five
Waking up, Sam took inventory of the situation and himself. He and Dean hadn’t come to any kind of compromise concerning the Demon, Dean just said no, over and over. But for Sam there wasn’t any question about it. If he had a chance to save Dean he would take it. They had finally fallen asleep after some desperate lovemaking, neither one giving in.
A knot settled in his stomach. He knew what he had to do. He wanted Dean there but if Dean didn’t want to be, that was fine with him. Getting up, he padded to the bathroom and, after using the facilities, he went back into the room and got dressed quietly. Dean didn’t wake up and Sam walked out of the room. Shutting the door behind him, Jack was there with coffee.
“Thanks.”
“Made a decision?” Jack asked.
“Yeah, but Dean . . .” Sam let his voice trail off. “He’s just worried, I can feel it.”
Jack nodded at him and sat down. “What is your decision?”
Sam looked up at Jack through his shaggy hair and opened his mouth.
“He’s going to deal with the thing,” Dean said as he walked into the room. “I don’t think it’s worth the risk, but Sam does. And,” Dean swallowed visibly and Sam could feel the nervous energy radiating off of him, “I go where he goes. So I guess we both get to fight that thing.”
Jack nodded like he hadn’t been expecting anything different. “We’ll need to discuss options, then.”
“Options?” Sam didn’t like the way Dean’s voice turned the word into a threat.
Watching Ianto walk into the room, Sam could see the man observe everyone and quickly come to a conclusion.
“Sam, you want to come help me feed the Pteranodon?”
“A Pterodactyl? You have a Pterodactyl?” Sam was amazed.
“A gift of the rift, that we haven’t been able to send back,” Ianto said.
“Sure.” Sam was on his feet in a moment. He knew that Jack wanted to talk with Dean without him around but a Pterodactyl, how cool was that. Giving Dean a small smile and a squeeze on his shoulder, Sam followed Ianto down a staircase.
Knowing that Jack and Dean needed to plan without him there made it easier to leave. If he knew what they had planned then the Demon would too, once it possessed him. So he concentrated on what Ianto was telling him. Myfanwy, was what they called her and Sam asked how Ianto knew it was a girl and Ianto stopped and looked at him, shook his head and continued on to where they had a small refrigerator.
Throwing a little meat out, Sam watched the Pteranodon fly around. Ianto squirted something from a bottle on it and Myfanwy landed in moments and was tearing into the food. Ianto squirted a little on a slab of meat and handed it to Sam. “Toss it.”
Sam tossed it. Myfanwy snatched it out of the air. Then Ianto handed him another piece and as he tossed it he slung some of the stuff from the bottle on himself.
“Oh shit.”
Sam thought that it would take a lot to make Ianto curse. “Sam, take the shirt off and try not to get any of that protein sauce on you. Fuck!”
Looking up, Sam saw what Ianto was cursing about. He had a fucking Pteranodon stalking toward him. Sam held his hand up. “Stop.” The thing slowed and cocked it’s head one way then another, like it was trying to see Sam with both of its eyes. “Stop.” Sam put everything in his being into the word. If there was ever a time for magic to be real, this was it.
He succeeded much better than he imagined. Ianto couldn’t move, neither could Tosh or Owen who had just came upstairs from the medical room. Sam was beginning to panic just as Gwen walked in with Harry. Taking in the scene with a glance, Gwen cast some sort of cleaning spell at him, the ‘sauce’ was gone anyway and Harry muttered finite something and then everyone could move again.
“Report,” Jack’s voice snapped out.
“Accidental Magic, everyone’s fine,” Gwen said.
“Speak for yourself,” Owen snapped and turned and went back downstairs.
“I’m sorry, Sam,” Ianto said. “I should have made it clear what the protein sauce was.”
“It’s okay, Ianto. Thanks Gwen, Harry.”
“Gwen, Harry, Sam to the conference room. Everyone else, battle stations.”
Ianto got them into the conference room and then hurried off to do whatever he was going to do. Walking in, Sam noticed the tension between Dean and Jack right away. Looking between the two men, he could tell that they had both had to make compromises that neither was happy with. Sam didn’t care what agreement that they came to as long as they would ‘take care’ of him if he lost this battle, then he could do it.
“If you still want to do this, Sam,” Jack asked him and he nodded. “Then we’re as ready as we’re going to be.”
Sam took a deep breath. He could do this. He could beat this thing for Dean, for himself, for what everyone would lose if he lost. Dean walked up and laced his fingers through Sam’s. Dean believed, Sam could feel it.
“Harry?” Gwen asked and Harry nodded. He cast some spells on Dean, Sam didn’t know what, and he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to. Together, they walked out the door, neither of them concentrating on the fact that it might be the last time.
Getting down to the cells, Jack’s voice came over the intercom. “Remember, Dean.”
Dean gave a curt nod and then Sam walked up to where the Demon was imprisoned. Getting out a piece of chalk, Dean drew a Devil’s Trap around Sam. The Demon watched Dean closely, watching for any mistakes or breaks. Knowing his brother as well as he did, he knew that there weren’t any. Finishing up, Dean stood and looked at Sam, fear clear in his eyes. Sam closed his for a moment then nodded at Dean, who opened the door that contained the Demon and its host.
The Darkness that was the Demon swirled out of the girl and toward Sam, hesitating at the edge of the trap but then moving in to possess Sam. Sam lost control of his body almost immediately and was almost pushed out of himself entirely, but he kept a hold on himself, barely. Sam sensed Dean getting the girl out of there.
Feeling the Demon rifle through his memories, it paid close attention to when Jack and Dean were talking and then it moved on to deeper memories.
“Dean, Dean, Dean,” the Demon purred his brother’s name.
Dean didn’t respond, just stood watching, waiting for something.
“You’ve always held Sammy back and you know it. Even when you were both little you could see how smart he was and you were jealous. You knew your dad loved Sam best when you had tried so hard to do what you were told.” The Demon walked to the edge of the trap. “Tried to be a good soldier, that’s what he told you right? You were his good soldier? But Sammy here, Sammy was his favorite and he didn’t even try. That must have made you so mad.”
Dean stood there, his jaw clenching.
“But then Sammy always got everything, didn’t he? He got to go to college, he got to have the girlfriend, the life that didn’t include hunting. You must have been so jealous you couldn’t spit. What did you get? Huh Dean? What do you owe Sam? He’s the one who owes you. Why are you here?”
A tear ran down Dean’s face and Sam struggled against the Demon, who appeared to weaken for a moment. Sam was reaching out to his brother, his lover.
“No, Dean, it’s not . . .”
Then Sam was pushed or pulled under again. Hope bloomed in Dean’s eyes for a moment and he almost took a step forward, into the trap. Sam mentally sighed with relief when Dean noticed that Sam wasn’t ‘there’ anymore and stopped himself. He could feel the Demon’s frustration and it made him happy.
“It’s because you’re worthless, isn’t it? You couldn’t save yourself and your Daddy had to make a deal. He went to hell for you, didn’t he? We had a whole bunch of fun with him before he got out. Your Daddy’s a good fuck. You know that, Dean?”
The thing was trying to goad Dean into crossing the line this time and Sam was afraid it might work. Dean pulled out Dad’s journal and began to read the incantation for exorcism.
“Alone, Dean. You were so scared of being alone here and you sold your soul just to have your brother with you. What kind of loser does that?” The Demon finally made someone mad but it wasn’t Dean. Sam surged outward, his soul, his love, like a small light in the darkness but that light grew and grew. Pouring everything he had into it, all the magic, all the empathy, all the love he had for his brother, Sam made the light brighter and brighter. Finally the Demon released itself from Sam’s body and Darkness swirled around and around.
“Now!” Dean yelled and Sam was suddenly drenched in water and Dean hurriedly finished the exorcism and sent Put Santanchia back to Hell.
Sam collapsed in a heap and Dean rushed in to him. Sobbing, Sam was babbling, trying to apologize and tell Dean that he loved him but it all came out as a muddled “’msorryloveyou’msorryloveyou,” over and over again.
“Shhh, Sammy. I know,” Dean said as he rocked Sam back and forth. “I’m sorry, too. If I were stronger, I could have let you go.”
Sam finally realized what had happened. He had defeated the Demon. He had defeated the Demon! “I defeated him,” he said out loud. Then he started laughing and crying at the same time. “I defeated him! Dean, I defeated him!”
“Yeah, Sammy, and I sent him back to Hell.”
“No, Dean. I. Defeated. Him. I won.” Sam stood and pulled Dean to his feet. “You’re free. Your soul is your own again, no debt.”
“You won.” This time Dean’s voice was full of awe. “Sammy.” He stopped, unable to complete his sentence.
“You’re welcome, Dean.”
“Come on, everyone is waiting to close those rifts. Right, Jack?” Dean asked.
“Right,” Jack’s voice came over the intercom. “Glad you’re still with us, Sam.”
“So am I.”
Later, after a few beers, the whole crew -- including Sam, Dean and Harry -- sat around a magically enlarged table talking about magic and what it could do. Gwen got a determine look in her eye. She came over and sat next to Harry, which put her between Sam and Dean.
“I want my cover back,” she said as she ran her hand up Harry’s sleeve. “I’m still needed here and,” she looked around at Ianto, Owen, Tosh and Jack discussing what was ‘magical’ and what was ‘from the rift’. “This is not the time, Harry.”
Harry looked so forlorn that Sam touched his hand. This time he was ready for the emotions he got from the lonely man and he put his feelings of friendship and pushed them. He wasn’t sure it could work that way until Harry turned and gave Sam a smile that made Sam’s knees go a little weak.
“When?”
“I would like to go home to Rhys and tell him honestly that I have no idea why I called him Charlie when we made love.”
Harry laughed. “You didn’t.”
“I did, and it’s not funny,” Gwen chided him and then smiled. “Well, maybe a little.”
Jack was at their sides, like magic itself. “I need to have a word with all of our boys here, if you don’t mind?” Jack asked Gwen, who looked at the three of them. Even Harry was probably a boy compared to Jack. She moved to the other side of the room and watched as Jack asked Harry something.
Harry erected some kind of barrier in-between them and the rest of the room.
“Video?”
“Taken care of.”
“Audio?”
“Taken care of.”
“Ianto?”
Harry waved his hand and the barrier became opaque. “Taken care of. Now what did you want to talk about?”
“First I have a question,” Jack said.
“Have you noticed yourself aging at all since you died?” He was looking at Harry, who looked confused.
“Wizards age slower,” he started to say.
“Slower is one thing. Gwen looks about twenty six or so. You look eighteen. Have you noticed any signs of ageing since you died?”
Harry looked thoughtful then a little scared as he shook his head. Jack turned to Sam and Dean. “It’s too early to tell with you. I suppose I could try to kill you and see if you die.”
Dean stood and his hand found his gun at his back.
“But,” Jack continued as if he hadn’t noticed Dean’s reaction, “that’s a little extreme. But I would guess that you two are in the same boat as me and Harry.”
“And what boat would that be?”
“The boat where you can’t die, don’t age or age very, very slowly. I think the Doctor figured it out as one a year for every hundred.”
“Great, we’re undead.”
“No.” Harry shook his head. “Draco noticed, he had a theory that I came back for a reason. Whether the reason was defeating Voldemort or something else, he didn’t know. But he guessed I would live as long as I needed to.”
“Sounds pretty smart to me,” Sam said.
“I wanted to die when he did, I . . . kept on living. I guess he was right.” Harry gave Jack a small smile.
“So, I guess I’m telling you so that you are prepared.” Jack looked at both Dean and him.
“Everything changes, but you both will probably live though it all. If your government gets their hands on either one of you and find out . . .” Jack let the threat linger in the air. Sam could imagine what the US would do if they found someone that they couldn’t kill... guinea pig suddenly had a whole new meaning.
“The magical community can help you,” Harry said.
“But we’re not wizards,” Dean said.
“You’re not trained in magic but that doesn’t mean you’re not wizards.”
“We’ll take help, wherever it’s offered,” Sam finished the discussion.
Harry nodded and turned to Jack. “I . . .” He took a deep breath. “I wish I didn’t have to do this.” He lifted his wand and held it to Jack’s temple. “It’ll just be the memories of magic and everything relating to it.”
“We’ve got forever, Harry. What’s a few more years?” Jack seemed to know exactly why this was bothering him. Sam understood then. Harry had found someone to be with, after all those years, and now he was going to have to take every memory of himself from that man’s mind.
Harry smiled, blinking back his tears. Lowering the barrier, he said a spell that put everyone to sleep except Sam and Dean. He spent some time on the computer system and then he pulled long silvery strands from everyone’s head, bottling each in their own container. He spent longer with Ianto and Jack and it had Sam wondering just what had gone on between the three men.
Finishing, Harry grabbed onto Sam and Dean and it felt like his stomach turned inside out, then he was retching on the floor of some garage.
“Sorry, but warning about it never helps,” Harry said. “They are waking up now, so we need to be going.” He opened the door of the Impala. That’s where he had taken them, to the garage holding the Impala. Dean noticed at the same time Sam did. He was on his feet and climbing into his car, seating himself behind the steering wheel. Sam got up and got in the car and was followed by Harry. They were all in the front seat but they weren’t squished, except for Sam’s knees, but since Dean wasn’t actually driving, it wasn’t an issue.
“I closed all of the rifts on Earth, so it’ll be a while before any new Daemons show up. But the ones here . . .”
“The ones here still need to be banished.”
“That’s a lot of work, maybe a lifetime, maybe more than one,” Harry said. “Kansas,” he said as he grabbed the dashboard.
The car and its occupants showed up in an empty field.
“What the hell?” Dean asked.
“You made the Impala a Portkey?” Sam asked.
Harry shrugged. “I didn’t want to lose it.”
Dean ran his hand over the steering wheel muttering about his baby and how she was fine and Sam rolled his eyes.
“Your motel is right down that road.” Harry pointed to a roadway not far from them. Holding up his wand, he looked at Sam and Dean seriously. “I’m not going to take your memories because I want to let you know who to go to for help. If you want to learn how to use your magic, they can help.”
Sam trusted Harry and he nodded, Dean a moment behind him. Suddenly his brain was filled with images and names and words but before he could register even one, they were gone.
“When you need to, remember.” It was a command that sunk into their brains, following the memories to wherever they went. Then he disappeared without a sound.
Pulling out onto the road, Dean looked at Sam. “You want to go hunting?”
“Yeah but first I want to fuck you into the mattress at our hotel.”
“Sounds good to me,” Dean said and drove off into the sunset.