Confessions of a Male Escort

[meh_forget_it]

Chapter Nine B

Harry walked behind Dean, as they both walked through the hallways of the high school, and then literally walked into the back of Dean, when the taller man stopped and looked at the hundreds of masks, hanging on the walls. Harry shuddered at the creepy looking masks and then looked at Dean inc concern, nudging him sharply when Sam caught up with them, making Dean jerk, whilst Sam remained oblivious and smiled at his older brother.

"Bring back memories?" Sam asked and Dean blinked and looked at Sam in horror. Harry coughed, making Sam shift his attention to him, and smiled widely.

"Whoo, you two had some crazy Halloween's if these creepy-ass masks bring back memories." Harry exclaimed, ignoring the cautiously thankful look, Dean was sending him.

"No, I was referring to all the angst that came with being a teenager." Sam told Harry, who stared at him and then shrugged.

"Huh. Okay. Yeah, I was pretty angst ridden as a teen. Of course, I did have a mad megalomaniac trying to kill me and also was living in a bloody fantasy novel. So… I feel I was allowed to feel a little angst. You know, because the world really was out to get me." Harry explained as he looked at the masks on the wall a little closer, thus missing the strange looks Sam and Dean were sending him.

"And I thought our childhoods were fucked up." Dean muttered after having gaped at Harry for a minute or two, shaking his head and moving to look around the room and seeing a student of the class placing a bong shaped object into the kiln. Dean smirked and nodded his head to it. "Now that brings back memories."

"Dude, I need a bigger kiln." The student complained, and Harry tilted his head to look at the object he had made, whilst the teacher walked over to the three standing in the entrance.

"You gentlemen wanna talk to me?" The teacher asked them and Sam stepped forward and nodded his head.

"Ah, Mr Harding."

"Oh, please, Don." Mr Harding told them, reaching to shake Sam's hand and then smiling at the other two.

"Okay, Don." Sam agreed, smiling at him and looking over at Dean, who had moved to shake Don's hand next, whilst Harry moved to Sam's other side, in the hopes of not having to shake the enthusiastic teacher's hand.

"Even my students call me Don." Don told them cheerfully, faltering slightly hen Harry just raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the man's outstretched hand, before he let it drop to his side and his smile returned back, full-force.

"Yeah, we get it, Don." Dean told the man, a forced smile on his face, whilst Sam just looked upwards at the two stubborn, unsociable men on either side of him.

"I'm Agent Geddy, this is Agent's Lee and Rush." Dean told the man, whilst Harry rolled his eyes at the names. "We just had a few questions about uh, Tracy Davis."

"Uh, yeah, Tracy. Er… bright kid, loads of talent, it's a shame she got suspended." Don told them, sounding genuinely upset about the fact and making Harry have to force himself not to sneer at the man.

"You two had a… uh… violent altercation." Dean said, looking at him in question and Don sighed, but nodded.

"Yeah, she exploded, if Principal Murrow hadn't walked by when he did, Tracy would have clawed my eyes out." Don told them and Dean nodded in understand, whilst Harry frowned and Sam bit his lip in indecision.

"Why?" Sam asked him, getting Don's attention to him.

"I… you know… I was only trying to rap her about her work; it had gotten inappropriate." Don told them with a frown on his face and Harry glanced up at the masks at the same time Dean did and frowned.

"More disturbing than all those?" Harry asked, still not taking his eyes off of the masks.

"She would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols." Don explained, making Harry snap his eyes to look at the man in front of them. "Then there were the drawings."

"Drawings?" Sam questioned him, whilst Harry glanced to the side and caught Dean's eye, getting the other man to shrug at him, then turning his attention back to Don, to hear his response.

"Detailed images of killings, gory, primitive, and she would depict herself in the middle of them, participating." Don told them and Harry frowned in confusion and wondered if Sam or Dean were thinking the same thing as himself.

"Symbols? What kind of symbols? Er… anything like this?" Sam asked, holding out a small, clear plastic bag that had the silver Celtic coin in it.

"Yeah, yeah, I think that might have been one of them." Don said, looking at the coin and nodding his head.

"You know where Tracy is now?" Dean asked Don, and Don nodded his head and looked away from the coin, which Sam quickly put in his back pocket.

"I would imagine her apartment."

"Her apartment?" Harry and Dean both asked at the same time.

"Yeah, she got here about a year ago, alone, as I understood it, as an emancipated teen. God only knows what her parents were like."

Harry pushed off the side of the motel wall when he saw Dean pull up in the Impala, and walked over to the passenger side and waited for Dean to get out.

"So? And where's Sam?" Dean asked when he noticed the lack of the younger Winchester anywhere near Harry.

"He said he was going to check something else out and told me to come tell you what we have already found. Which is jack shit, by the way. We couldn't find her anywhere. Any luck with her friends?" Harry asked, watching Dean as he closed the car door and walked around to stand next to Harry, sighing and shaking his head.

"Nah, luck is not our style, her friends don't know where she is, it's like the bitch popped a broomstick." Dean muttered as he and Harry started to make their way back to the motel room Dean and Sam shared.

"Huh, I wonder what make she has. I had a Firebolt. Was the best broomstick at the time, doubt it is now." Harry muttered, looking at Dean with wide eyes when he noticed Dean was gaping at him.

"Seriously? You rode a broom?"

"Er… yeah." Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck and blushing, then glancing past Dean to a tubby child dressed as an astronaut walking towards them.

"That is… you flew on them?"

"No… we swept the bloody floor. Of course we bloody flew on them, moron." Harry sneered at Dean and then turned his attention back to the widely grinning child. "Er… you see the midget astronaut too, right?"

"Yeah… this is why I fucking hate Halloween." Dean muttered, also warily eyeing the child. The child stopped in front of them and thrust out a bucket full of candy at them.

"Trick or treat!"

"This is a motel." Dean pointed out and the kid glared at him, whilst Harry sighed and silently prayed for patience.

"So?" The kid said and Harry glared at the child.

"How do you know we won't poison the tuffies? And put razor blades in the apples? And generally just make it so that this is the last Halloween you will ever see? Huh? Didn't your mother ever tell you to not take sweets from a stranger? This a motel! Any fucker will be staying here. Half the sweets in there could be laced with anything, and you won't know until you realise that you're being chased down the street by a rabid purple rabbit wearing a thong." Harry told him, the kid's eyes getting wider and wider as Harry continued on his speech. In fact, Dean was looking at him with wide eyes as well.

"You've poisoned my candy?"

"Not yours, is it? We ain't given you any, have we? We don't have any, either. Now fuck off or we'll show you how to unload a gun of its bullets in the fastest time possible. Into your head. Your little helmet won't help you either." Harry told him with a sneer, and then chuckled when the kid burst into tears and ran off, dropping his bucket of sweets on the way. "Hey! More candy!"

"Er… what if it's poisoned?"

"You are kidding me, right?" Harry asked Dean incredulously, picking up the spilt sweeties.

"No…"

"You really are a moron. No one has poisoned the tuffies, Dean."

"What's a tuffie?"

"A sweet. No one has poisoned them." Harry told Dean, stuffing the last of the sweets into the bucket and then standing up and walking to the motel room.

"You can promise me that that candy doesn't have any poison in it, or razor blades?" Dean asked him dubiously as he unlocked the door to the motel room.

"Er… not really. Look, you don't wanna eat it? That's fine with me, more sweets for me!" Harry told him with a wide smile, walking into the room when Dean shoved the door open for him, and then stopping dead, wincing when Dean walked into his back.

"Wha- Oh." Dean muttered, as he caught sight of the three angels standing in the room. "Er… I only know one."

"I know two." Harry whispered, narrowing his eyes at the angel standing in the middle, to the right of Yebemiah. "You're breaking our deal, Uriel."

"Our deal was to not show myself before Samuel Winchester. The younger Winchester is not here, therefore our deal still holds, Whore." The angel, Uriel said with a sneer, making Dean straighten up and stand behind Harry, glaring at the angel.

"Yebemiah? Why are you here?" Harry asked, ignoring the dark glare being aimed at him by Uriel and looking at the red headed angel instead, eyes shifting to eye the other being in the room, who had short, curly brown hair and dark brown, almost black, eyes, before he turned his attention back to the one angel he knew and liked in the room.

"We have come to warn you. Ardifiel is warning you to leave this town, Harry. There is a seal that is about to be opened, and we cannot allow that to happen. Myself, Uriel and Arragon are here to eliminate the danger." Yebemiah informed him, his soft Scottish accent actually soothing Harry a little, despite the words spoken. Dean, on the other hand, was not soothed and inhaled sharply whilst Harry nodded his head in acceptance.

"Fuck, you're going to destroy a whole town?" Dean exclaimed angrily and Yebemiah just looked at him with emotionless eyes.

"Yes." Yebemiah agreed with a short nod of his head.

"No! Give us time, we can stop this!" Dean said and Uriel scoffed, whilst Arragon looked at them and then looked away, as though bored of the conversation.

"You no longer have time. The witch knows who you are. We found this in the walls of this room. There was another in the walls of the room you are staying in, Harry." Yebemiah told them, holding up a hex bag and making Harry wince.

"Ah. Yeb -"

"Enough of this." Uriel stated sharply, making Harry sneer at him in distaste, whilst Dean tensed behind Harry and placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "You either leave this town or stay, but whichever you choose, this town will be destroyed. You have no day in the matter."

"Oh shut it, Uriel. You know what Cas and Ardy would doo to you if you killed myself and Dean." Harry snapped, holding back a wince when Dean's grip on his shoulder tightened slightly before he relaxed his hand a little.

"Who are you to threaten me? I could kill you where you stand, Whore!"

"But you will not, Uriel. Harry is correct, Ardifiel would not be impressed should you harm his charge in anyway. I, too, will be displeased. Now, Harry, you and the Winchester's must leave this town now." Yebemiah told him and Harry turned slightly to look at Dean, who frowned and then shook his head.

"No. No, we won't be leaving." Harry said, mentally wincing and screaming that this was a bad idea, but doing as Dean said anyway.

"I understand this is regrettable-" Yebemiah started before Dean interrupted him with a scoff and stepped around Harry.

"Regrettable?" Dean asked, incredulously.

"We have to hold the line; too many seals have broken already." Yebemiah told him with a small frown on his face and Harry sighed and glared at the back of Dean's head.

"So you screw the pooch on some seals and this town has to pay the price?" Dean demanded and Harry prodded Dean in the back sharply.

"Don't piss off the two angels on either side of the walking, talking dildo." Harry hissed to Dean, noticing that Arragon's lips twitched in amusement at Harry's description of Uriel.

"What?" Dean asked, jerking to look over his shoulder at Harry, confusion littering his face.

"Yebemiah and Arragon? Kick ass angels. Uriel's like… a skivvy and those two are his… masters." Harry hissed, ignoring the indignant look Uriel sent him, whilst Arragon coughed to cover his chuckle.

"Huh, okay. Fine. Look, I don't mean to be disrespectful, but I can't just sit back and let you kill this town and all the people in it. I can't." Dean said, vice sounding almost pleading and making Yebemiah tilt his head to the side and look at him in confusion.

"I am sorry, Dean, Harry, but we have out orders. We cannot allow Lucifer to rise." Yebemiah told them, actually sounding like he really was sorry.

"But, this is just one seal! There are hundreds of them! Even if you do stop this one being broken, who's to say you'll manage to stop any more of them from being broken?" Dean demanded and Harry flinched, unseen, behind him. Well aware that it was his responsibility to make sure the final seal wasn't broken.

"You believe that you can stop this seal from being broken?" Arragon finally asked, making both Dean and Harry turn to gape at him, deep, southern accent shocking them.

"Yeah. Just… give us a chance. We can stop this! Sammy is out there right now, searching for the witch!" Dean exclaimed and Harry cringed and looked away, his head snapping back to look over Dean's shoulder when Uriel scoffed.

"Samuel Winchester is not out there looking for clues." Uriel stated darkly and Harry narrowed his eyes at the angel and moved to stand next to Dean.

"Shut up." Harry hissed, at the same time Dean looked at the angel in confusion and asked what he meant.

"Your brother is with a demon." Uriel told Dean, and Harry flinched and paled, getting the attention of Uriel. "You know it is against God, what you let his brother do to you, do you not?"

"Didn't feel against God when Ardifiel did the same thing." Harry sneered, still a little pale and refusing to look over at Dean, who had just been told his brother had slept with a male prostitute.

"I meant sleeping with someone with demon blood in their veins." Uriel told him with a mean look on his face, then he smirked. "Your little pet project has escaped your grasp and is now sleeping with a demon. You were replaced by a demon, what use are you to us now?"

"What do you mean? Sam never slept with Harry." Dean said, shaking his head, whilst Harry looked down at the floor, wrapping his arms around his stomach.

"Your brother has been sleeping with Harry since they met. In fact, Samuel hired Harry." Uriel informed Dean, who shook his head and then looked at Harry, who looked up and locked eyes with Yebemiah.

"Stop him. Stop him before he says something that will break our deal." Harry pleaded with the angel, and Yebemiah nodded. However, Harry was shocked when is wasn't Yebemiah who did something, but Arragon.

"Uriel. You are acting above your station. Ardifiel will not be pleased to learn that you upset his charge and Castiel will not be impressed to learn that you have possibly ruined the fragile friendship and trust between his charge and Ardifiel's. I believe you should leave here, Yebemiah and I will deal with things here." Arragon informed the other angel in a cold, icy voice. Uriel looked at him and sneered, before dipping his head and disappearing from the room.

"You will stop the witch, and I encourage you to kill the demon Ruby, Harry." Yebemiah told them, then glanced over at Arragon before the two angels also left the room.

Harry glanced over at Dean and flinched at the hurt and betrayed look on the older mans face, he reached out to place a hand on Dean's shoulder, but thought better of it and retracted his hand quickly, deciding, instead, to walk over and sit on a bed.

He picked at the cover under him for a few seconds, before the silence got to him and he looked up, wincing when he saw that Dean was still standing where he had always been since Uriel had dragged Sam out of the closet. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again with a snap and turned back to looking at his hands, not entirely sure what he could say.

"He hired you." Harry jerked to look up at Dean in shock, when the other man spoke in a dull voice. Dean still hadn't moved from his spot by the door, but was now looking at him with a blank face.

"Yeah…" Harry admitted in a quiet voice, shrugging and looking away from Dean, preferring not the see the inevitable bullet heading his way. Dean was going to want to hurt him for corrupting his little brother.

"And have you… have you and Sam…" Dean trailed off and sighed, then Harry glanced to the side when he heard the other man move and sit on the other bed, head in his hands.

"We were sleeping together regularly until you came back. Then… then Sam… I'd say broke up with me…" Harry said with a dry laugh and then shook his head and sighed. "But I'm a whore, right? We don't have relationships. So… I guess, he just stopped needing me for anything."

"He… why?" Dean asked, and Harry could feel his eyes burning into the side of his head, but he refused to look up from watching his hands pick at the blanket.

"Why what? Why sleep with him? Why did he stop it? Why did he do it in the first place?" Harry asked, keeping his voice as emotion free as possible.

"The second one. Why did he stop it?" Dean asked him and Harry shrugged once more, the only answer he could give would go two ways with Dean and he wasn't sure if he should lie or be honest.

"I don't know… He got bored with me? Was ashamed of what he was doing? I don't know." Harry said, deciding on a partial truth, looking out the corner of his eyes to see that Dean was looking at him with a frown on his face.

"He was ashamed? Yet he's happy screwing a demon?" Dean asked him incredulously and Harry sighed and finally plucked up the courage to look at Dean, hoping that the pain he was feeling at having been replaced with a demon wasn't showing on his face. Given the way Dean's own face softened when he looked at Harry, Harry wasn't feeling all too hopeful that his feelings were hidden.

"I'm a male whore. You've got two stigmas all rolled into one person there. He was ashamed of being gay and embarrassed that he was sleeping with a rent boy. I honestly think quite a lot of people out there would think better of him for the demon. At least Ruby is a female." Harry told him in a tired voice, sighing once again and rolling his shoulders to try and loosen the muscles in them.

"That's… that's bullshit." Dean spat, making Harry look at him in shock. "You didn't… you didn't have a choice! Those demons, they chose to become what they are! Sammy…"

"Sam was scared of what you would think of him. It is easier to hide the fact that the hot woman on his arm isn't human, than to hide the fact that I'm a guy." Harry admitted with a shrug and Dean shook his head angrily.

"He's fucking a demon! He… Sammy's…" Dean trailed off and shook his head, moving it back to his hands.

"We don't know for sure that he's actually sleeping with Ruby, Dean. Uriel hates me, he's never hidden that. He might have just said it to get a reaction from me. To hurt me. He thinks I'm the lowest of the low."

"Why would he say that though?" Dean asked him and Harry sighed and nibbled on his lip before he straightened his back to answer Dean.

"Because he's a twat and he knows how much it would hurt me if I thought Sam had replaced me with a demon. A pretty, female demon." Harry added, giving a hard laugh and then shaking his head.

"So Sam… he might not be with Ruby now?"

"Oh no, Uriel wasn't lying about that. I told you that I had suspicions that Sam was contacting her. Uriel just confirmed that." Harry stated and then shifted and moved to lie on his back on the bed.

"What do we say to Sam? Do we confront him? Ask him what the hell he is doing? What?" Dean asked him and Harry moved on to his side to look at Dean.

"We leave it. We can't afford for you and Sam to fall out and possibly split up. I'll step up my game to kill Ruby, then Sam won't have any choice in the matter. And… we don't mention it to Cas or Ardy. Just put it to the back of your mind and act like you don't know anything when Sam gets back. Please."

"What about you? What about what he's done to you? You're just going to ignore it? Ignore that he hurt you?" Dean asked him, frowning and clenching his hands.

"I don't matter in the grand scheme of things, Dean. This? This is all about you and Sam. I'm just… I'm a prop. Once this is over, I'll be taken back to London and I'll return to my job." Harry told him, moving back to lie on his back, looking up at the ceiling and ignoring the pang in his heart at his own words.

"You… you're going to go back to prostitution? Why?"

"I enjoyed my job, Dean. I'm only here because I owed God a favour and he called in on it. Once this is over, however it ends, I can safely say you won't see me again." Harry told him in a resigned tone, refusing to look over to see what Dean's reaction to that would be.

"For what it's worth. I think you would have been good for Sammy. He was a dick to let that slip through his grasp, just for Ruby." Dean admitted with a sigh and Harry lay in stunned silence, staring up at the ceiling in shock.

"Too late for that now." Harry finally whispered and Dean just sighed loudly and moved to lie on his back on his own bed.

An hour later, Harry and Dean were sitting in the car, waiting for Sam to come back and join them, so that they could head out to where they thought Tracy could be. Harry was sitting sideways in the passenger seat and was tapping a random tune out on his knees, staring blankly out the window past Dean's head.

"So you can't actually drive?" Dean finally asked to break the silence, which was slowly becoming oppressive. Harry stopped his tapping and shifted his eyes to look at Dean, who was now looking at him.

"Nope." Harry said, popping the P and shrugging his shoulders. "You don't need to drive in London. You just need your Oyster card and use the tube to get everywhere. You drive, you have to pay the damned congestion charge. Just wasn't worth it. Plus, it's expensive to drive. I had to but other things with that money."

"Huh. You know… me and Sammy… we learnt to drive in this car." Dean told him, looking straight ahead, out of the windscreen of the car, and therefore not seeing the confused look, Harry was sending him.

"That is… wonderful. You're telling me this, why?" Harry asked and Dean shrugged and looked uncomfortable. He rubbed the back of his neck, and shifted in his seat, then sighed and looked at Harry briefly before facing forwards once more.

"You… I find myself liking you, as much as I don't want to. You're amusing, and you think like me on most things…" Dean muttered and Harry gaped at him and then snapped his mouth shut and shook his head with a frown.

"Why… I'm lost here, Dean. Why are you saying all this to me? I mean, I'm kinda happy that you like me and all, but… surely there is a reason for you to be acting so out of sorts. You haven't eaten a bad pie, have you?"

"There's no such thing as a bad pie, heathen." Dean snapped, and then sighed and dragged his hand down his face. "I'm just… look, you had my back, back at the High School. You distracted Sam and allowed me to pull myself together. I've only ever had Sam to watch my back and now he's… I dunno, I just… it was nice, okay? Nice to know that someone had my back, even if I didn't know anyone did, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess I could understand that… not that I've ever actually had anyone to watch my back… what I don't understand, however, is why you started all this with a brief history of Sam and Dean." Harry pointed out and Dean chuckled and then shook his head.

"You wanna learn how to drive? I'll teach you." Dean finally said, rubbing the back of his neck and then looking over at Harry, who was just gaping at him.

"You… you want to teach me to drive? In Prescilla? Your baby!" Harry asked him incredulously, and Dean shot him a frustrated look.

"Yes! In my car, do you want to learn to drive, or not?" Dean asked him in frustration and Harry grinned at him.

"Yeah, I'd love to learn to drive. When d'you wanna start, Chickie? I'll be golden, won't put one dink on your sweetheart! Scouts honour! Not that I was ever a scout mind…" Harry added absently, and then glanced over at Dean, who was just looking a little bemused.

"I'm pretty sure that you speak English… but half the time, I have no idea what you are saying." Dean admitted and Harry was about to answer when the back door was opened and Sam slid in, smiling when they both turned to look at him. "Where've you been?"

"I was looking for clues. Why? Find anything?" Sam asked them, whilst Dean and Harry exchanged a look, where Harry minutely shook his head and then turned to look back at Sam.

"Yeah, I was right, Yebemiah was here to destroy the town. We were visited by some angels, who told us to skip town. Dean, here, refused, so we have to kill the witch before the seal is broken." Harry explained grumpily, scowling at Sam, and nudging Dean's thigh with his foot when Dean looked like he was about to say something else.

"Seal? There's a seal being broken?"

"Oh yes, did I forget to mention that part? The rising of Samhain is also a seal. So… let's be truthful here, we're going to fail, and either we, and this town, will be blown sky high, or Lucifer will be one step closer to freedom. Either way, we're fucked. I mean, Lucifer? He's gotta be fucking scary, right? Thankfully, should he get out, I won't be around to witness it." Harry muttered with a shudder, making Dean, who had started the car during Harry's rant, glance at him with a frown, whilst Sam just gaped at him.

"No, we'll stop it! I got a… well I figured something out whilst I was gone. The charred bo-Wait, what do you mean you won't be around to witness it? Where would you be?" Sam asked him and Harry rolled his eyes and then huffed in irritation.

"I'd be dead. I'm… er… the final seal, it's… I'm apparently the guardian or something of it. I don't really…well, I'm not all too sure what it is, but apparently I can stop it. So… if the final seal is broken, then I'm dead." Harry explained, praying that Sam bought what he had said and didn't question it.

"Look, we can talk about this later, first we need to make sure this seal isn't broken. So you want to share what you have found out?" Dean asked before Sam could say anything else and possibly make Harry snap or something. Dean wasn't entirely sure what Harry's reaction would be to Sam's incessant questioning, and he was certain he didn't want to know.

"Er… yeah, of course. I was thinking about the bones, you know, the ones used in the hex bags?" Sam said and both Dean and Harry nodded, not entirely sure of where Sam was going with this.

"Well, do you know how much heat it take to char a bone like those?" Sam asked them and they both shook their heads.

"Nope." Harry said, glancing at Dean to see if he knew where Sam was going with this, judging by the look on his face, however, he was as clueless as Harry was.

"A lot, I mean, more than a fire or some kitchen oven." Sam told them and Harry shrugged, still not seeing where Sam was going.

"Okay, Betty Crocker, what does that mean?" Dean asked, turning to look at Sam, who just scowled at him for the nickname.

"It means we make a stop." Sam told them and Dean sighed and looked over at Harry questioningly.

"Don't look at me! He's your brother! I have no idea what he's got going on in his head." Harry told him, making Sam look at him, a little insulted. Sam then frowned and looked over at Dean, before looking back at Harry.

"How come you two are so friendly now?" Sam asked then suspiciously, making Harry and Dean glance at one another once more, before Harry turned back and smiled at him.

"We had a small talk and decided that it would be within everyone's best interests if we tried to get on. Dean has even agreed to give me driving lessons! We don't have to steal the Impala behind his back anymore!" Harry said cheerfully, then yelped when Dean slammed on the breaks of the car, sending Harry to the side and to fall off the seat.

"What?"

"Er… oops?"

Harry, Dean and Sam all walked into Don Harding's classroom once they arrived at the High School and Harry followed Dean to look in the kiln, whilst Sam split from them, choosing to look in Don's desk instead.

"So Tracy used the kiln to char the bone, what's the big deal?" Dean asked as he looked in the kiln and Harry just nibbled on his lip and looked around the room, feeling a little useless, with not an awful lot he could do.

"Dean, you said that those hex bags turned up in our rooms, not after we talk to Tracy-"

"After we talked to the teacher." Harry concluded grimly, and Sam nodded before something caught his attention on the desk and he crouched down with a frown on his face.

"Hey-" Harry and Dean wandered over to see what had grabbed Sam's attention and noticed him looking at a locked drawer. Dean grabbed a hammer off the table he was next to and handed it over to Sam, who proceeded to hit the lock until it broke free. Placing the hammer down on the ground next to him, Sam pulled the drawer open and grimaced at all the small bones, one of which was charred.

"Those… they're all from children, aren't they?" Harry asked, looking at the bones, and then up at Sam, who had stood up and was looking disgusted.

"Yeah…"

"And I'm guessing he's not saving them for the dog." Dean muttered darkly and Harry shook his head and wrinkled his nose in distaste.

Harry nibbled on his lower lip as he and the Winchester's drove towards Don's house, looking out the window at the many children all dressed up in a multitude of different characters, happily unaware of what was possibly about to come about.

"Can we… never mind." Harry muttered, glancing at his bag and patting it, then looking up and noticing that Dean was looking at him with a concerned frown on his face, whilst Sam glanced at him in the rear-view mirror.

"You okay, Harry?"

"Not really. Come on, let's get to the witch's house and hope that we aren't too late." Harry told them and Sam nodded, and sped up a touch, driving them to Don's house, swerving to a stop in front of the house, which made Harry shudder from the amount of sickly magic it was giving off.

The three got out of the car and hurried up the porch steps, Sam unlocking the door and then all quietly, and quickly, hurrying into the house. Harry stopped, making Sam and Dean stop also and turn to look at him questioningly.

"He's below us. The basement?" Harry asked, taking deep breaths as he tried not to dispel all the candy he had consumed earlier that day, the magic leaving a slimy film on his skin and tongue.

"The basement? How'd you know?" Dean asked him in a whisper, though all three made their way to the door that would lead them into the basement.

"I can feel it." Harry whispered back, and then followed Sam and Dean into the basement, clutching at his knife in his hand, and feeling comforted by the gun he could feel at his back.

They stepped into the basement, almost silently, to hear Don starting an incantation that made all the hairs on the back of Harry's neck rise, and could see that it had a similar affect on the two brothers. They watched silently as Don moved from the altar he had been standing at, a knife and a chalice in his hands, and walked over to where Tracy was tied up and had a rag wrapped around her mouth. He ran the tip of the knife down her neck, not drawing blood as he looked at her. He then raised the knife above his head and Harry's eyes widened and he turned to look at Dean, who nodded, and fired his gun three times in Don's back before he could lower the knife.

Harry moved from his place and moved over to Tracy, still trying to ignore the oily feeling of the magic in the room, trying to choke him and tempt him to use it, whilst Sam and Dean moved over to Don's body. Harry cut Tracy down and she yanked the gag off and glared at the body.

"Thank you, he was gonna kill me! Ugh, that sick son of a bitch. I mean, did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was." Tracy exclaimed, making Harry look at her with wide eyes, whilst Sam and Dean both jerked to look up from Don's body. "My brother-" Tracy cut off and glared at Harry, who had just been about to stab her with his knife, and waved her hand, making him crash into the wall, and then slump to the ground, unconscious.

She then threw up her hand in the direction of Sam and Dean, who had both drawn their guns, and shouted out an incantation, making both men fly back and hit the ground near Harry, writhing in pain.

"He was gonna make me the final sacrifice, his idea, but now, that honour goes to him. Our master's return? The spellwork's a two man job you understand, so for six hundred years I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning, preparing, unbearable." Tracy told them, then walked over and knelt by Don's corpse to pick up the knife and chalice. "The whole time I wanted to rip his face off."

Tracy began to dig the knife into the bullet wounds of Don's back and then moved the chalice to catch the blood flow. She then looked over her shoulder to see that Dean and Sam were both still writhing in pain on the floor, clutching their stomachs, and Harry was still lying on the floor by the wall, eyes shut and a small pool of blood coming from his head.

"And you get him with a gun, uh… love that." Tracy said in amusement, before she stood back up and walked over to the altar on the table. "You know, back in the day this was the one day you kept your children inside. Well tonight, you'll see what Halloween really is."

Tracy began another incantation and didn't notice Harry's eye open and glance at her, before he grabbed his bag and quietly crawled over to Sam and Dean, pressing his finger to his lips, then opening his bag and pulling out a tube of black oil paint that he had grabbed at the school. He unscrewed the lid and the pressed some of the greasy paint onto his fingers and smeared it over Sam's forehead and cheeks, nibbling his lip and looking over at Tracy, before he pushed some of his own magic into Sam to stop some of the pain. He then moved over to Dean, and repeated the process with the rest of the paint in the tube, pushing more magic into the older man to end his own pain.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked him quietly, and Harry pressed his finger to his lips once more and shook his head, looking back over to Tracy, who seemed to be finished the end of the incantation. Harry closed his eyes and then moved his blacked fingers to the wound on the back of his head and dragged the mixture of blood and paint over his own face before he moved and lay down near to Dean.

"Follow my lead and we should get out of this alive. I hope." Harry whispered finally and then let his head fall back to the ground and closed his eyes, Sam and Dean glanced at one another, then did as Harry said and closed their own eyes. Just as they did, Tracy finished her incantation and the ground cracked, black smoking billowing from it, and into the body of Don.

Harry bit on lip and tasted blood in his mouth, as Samhain rose and another seal was broken. Harry cracked his eyes open a little and looked through his lashes as Don's possessed body rose to stand before and elated looking Tracy, who hadn't noticed that Harry had moved from where he had previously fallen. Samhain kissed Tracy and then looked at her, making the witch beam at him.

"My love."

"You've aged."

"This face… I can't fool you." Tracy said, sounding upset about the fact and Harry shuddered as a wave of slimy magic washed over him, making his want to retch.

"Your beauty is beyond time." Samhain told her, and Harry watched as he leant in and pressed their foreheads together, before he suddenly snapped her neck and let the body fall to the floor. "Whore."

Harry clenched his eyes shut as a brief moment of hysteria rose up in him, making him clamp his mouth shut to prevent the giggles from escaping. He sensed Samhain moving towards them, then pause near the bodies, making Harry begin to pray that his ancestors hadn't been wrong in their practices. He let his body relax slightly when Samhain carried on walking past them seconds later and left, shutting the door behind him.

"What the hell was that?" Dean asked in a whisper, a few minutes later, and Harry opened his eyes and sat up, trying t ignore the dizzy feeling he was getting and looked at Dean, lips twitching at the smeared black paint on the hunters face.

"I told you back at the motel, people used to wear masks to hide from Samhain, so I figured we didn't have anything to lose by giving it a shot." Harry admitted with a shrug, blushing at the appraising look Sam was sending him, whilst Dean just gaped at him.

"You gave it a shot!" Dean hissed at him incredulously, and Harry shrugged again and slowly stood up, managing to hide the wince of pain from the two brothers.

"That was a genius idea, Harry." Sam whispered to him and Harry smiled at him, then bent to grab his bag, placing it on his shoulders.

"Sure, but it didn't prevent another seal from being broken. Come on, it may be too late to stop the seal, but we can still stop Samhain from throwing the party to end all parties." Harry told them, dragging his bag around to root through it and then making a triumphant noise.

"What the hell did you cover my face in?" Dean asked and Harry looked over at him and snorted when he saw the mess Dean was getting into, having tried to remove the paint.

"Oil paint, I'd stop what you're doing, you're only making it worse. Here, have a wet one." Harry said, making Dean stop what he was doing, just to look at him as though he was crazy.

"A what?"

"A wet wipe, It'll get the paint off better than flannel." Harry told him with a wide smile, holding out a thin white cloth. Dean took it cautiously, and Harry pulled another out of the pack and handed it to Sam.

"Thanks. Why oil paints though?" Sam asked him, as he began to wipe off as much of the paint as he could, Harry using another wipe for his own hands and then a fresh one for his face.

"First paint I could find. You two were getting antsy, and I knew what Dean's reaction would be to my plan, so I just grabbed the nearest paint and hurried to catch up with you. Just be thankful it wasn't purple." Harry told them with a shudder, making Sam chuckle and shake his head, whilst Dean was still cussing and now had black paint smeared all over his face and neck. "Christ, you're like a child."

"You gave me demon paint." Dean muttered darkly, somehow managing to smear more paint across the back of his hand and scowling at it.

"Here, take the damned pack, you're gonna need it. I used the same amount of paint on you, as I did on Sam and he's pretty much clean. How is it you've made the paint spread?" Harry asked him incredulously, handing the rest of the wet wipes to Dean and then looking over at Sam, who was looking at Dean with barely concealed amusement.

"We should go and stop Samhain then, before he actually manages to raise something." Sam told them grimly, and Harry nodded and followed Sam out of the basement. Dean, muttering oaths under his breath, followed behind the two as he scrubbed at his face.

"Where the hell are we gonna find this mook?" Dean asked as they exited the house and walked to the Impala, finally managing to wipe most of the paint off his face, and Harry certainly wasn't going to tell him that he still had black ears.

"Where would you go to raise other dark forces of the night?"

"The Death Star?" Harry inputted cheerfully, making Dean snort in amusement, whilst Sam just looked at him, not at all impressed.

"The cemetery." Dean said before Sam could lay into Harry.

"Yeah." Sam agreed, and they all got into the Impala and drove off, Harry absently wondering how the hell they were going to stop a demon of Samhain's calibre.

They arrived at the cemetery, after making a quick stop at the motel on Sam's request, and quickly headed straight for the mausoleum where they could head music coming from, and also screams and shouts of terror.

They ran down the stairs to see a room full of teenagers trying to open the locked gates, whilst animated corpses were dragging themselves out of the crypts, attacking the teenager nearest to them. Dean, Harry and Sam all looked at one another, and Sam turned to Dean and Harry.

"Help them." Sam told them and Dean looked at him incredulously.

"Dude, you're not going off alone." Dean told him and Harry narrowed his eyes at Sam suspiciously, and moved nearer to the tall hunter.

"I'll go with him, help them get out, then come find us." Harry told Dean, who nodded his head, and Harry turned to run off in the direction that he could feel Samhain in, before Sam could protest.

"You should have stayed with Dean." Sam grouched to him as they slowed down to quietly walk to where Samhain was.

"And let you try out whatever stupid plan that demon has put into your head?" Harry spat at him, making Sam stiffen as he walked beside Harry, turning to look at him with wide, hurt eyes. "Don't try the kicked puppy look with me, Samuel. I know about Ruby. But… you know what? Who am I to talk about damning their souls to Hell? I'm a whore, right? Lowest of the low. So… I guess I'll just save you a warm spot in Hell. Now, let's go stop Samhain."

"Harry…"

"Don't. I don't care." Harry said in a tired voice and then paused by the entrance t the room, looking at Samhain, who had his back to them, facing the far wall. Harry glanced at Sam and then entered the room silently, narrowing his eyes at the back of the demon, tightening his grip on the knife that Dean had handed him as he passed to go with Sam. Harry suddenly gasped when Samhain spun around and threw up his arm, making Harry cry out in pain as he felt like his blood was boiling. His grip on the knife loosened and he let it drop to the floor as he flew back into the wall behind him, grunting in pain, and watching with wide eyes as Samhain slowly walked towards him, head tilted to the side.

"Your kind followed me once. Why are you showing your face? Have the old ways been stopped?" Samhain asked him, stopping to stand just in front of him, only a hair breadth between them. Harry whimpered and wondered where the hell Sam was, and if Sam was just waiting for Samhain to kill him, so that Harry didn't tell Ardifiel about Ruby. "Answer me."

Harry cried out as more pain cursed through his veins, and looked up at Samhain. "I… I wiped it off. I didn't… I came here to stop you… the mask wouldn't have helped me."

"I see." Samhain said slowly, moving his hand to trail it down the side of Harry's face, making him cringe away from it, and trying not to gape when he noticed Sam entered the room behind Samhain, face covered in something that Harry decided he didn't want to know what. "And you thought you could defeat me alone, little wizard?"

"M'not a wizard anymore." Harry muttered, trying to keep Samhain's attention on him and not on Sam.

"Oh but you are, I can feel it. You have so much magic coursing through your body. You would be perfect at my side." Samhain whispered to him, making Sam falter behind him, just as Dean came running round the corner and making Samhain move to look at him, seeing Sam behind him and hissing.

Harry swallowed heavily and then grabbed Samhain's face, closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the demons. He cringed as he felt the demon's magic clash with his own, before Samhain yanked his head back and glared at him. Harry screamed as fire ran through his blood and the dropped to the floor with Samhain, when both Sam and Dean stabbed the demon.

Harry gasped as the pain slowly faded from his body, just leaving a bone deep ache, and slowly pushed himself up, seeing Dean holding the bloodied knife, whilst Sam was clutching the sword Ardifiel had given to him.

"Well that went well. Hope I didn't just seal a deal with Samhain. Because that would suck." Harry muttered, groaning when Sam and Dean helped him to stand.

"Seal a deal? You made a deal with that thing?" Dean demanded and Harry shrugged and then shook his head.

"No. My magic didn't accept his magic. I'm fine… I think." Harry added quietly, following behind the brothers as they left the mausoleum. "So… Dawn of the Dead got it all wrong. That was… disappointing."

"Tell me about it." Dean grouched, holding the door open for Harry and Sam, throwing a glare past them at the smoking bodies littering the floor of the crypt.

1st November, 2008. Montpelier, ID

Harry sat on his bed in his motel room, soft shudders still running through his body from whatever Samhain has done to him, as he diligently sorted through his clothing, folding the ones that were clean and bunching the ones that needed to be cleaned and shoving them to the bottom of his bag.

He had left the two brothers to do whatever the hell they were doing, he needed to be away from them both for a few minutes. He couldn't take seeing Sam's face for another minute, without wanting to punch him.

He sighed and clenched his fists as another wave of pain cursed through his body, making him close his eyes and bite his cheek to stop crying out in pain.

"Why did you not tell someone that your magic was still fighting the deal that Samhain tried to force on you?' Harry flinched and then turned, opening his eyes to see Castiel standing in the corner of his room.

"Castiel… Are you okay? Ardy alright?" Harry asked, not answering the question the angel has posed.

"Ardifiel and I are fine. You are in pain, however." Castiel said, walking across the room and standing in front of Harry, frowning at him slightly.

"I'll be fine, Cas." Harry reassured the angel, then flinched back when Cas straightened up and glared at the wall, the air around the angel crackling with his anger. "Er… Cas?"

"What has Samuel Winchester done?" Cas hissed, narrowing his eyes as he looked at a startled Harry, who swallowed heavily and looked up at the infuriated angel.

"Nothing! He's… he's done nothing, Castiel! What makes you think this has anything to do with Sam?" Harry asked, standing up from his bed to look at the angel in front of him.

"You are hurting."

"So? You said it yourself, my magic is fighting Samhain's. I'll be fine by the end of the day." Harry said, frowning in confusion when Castiel scowled and then placed a hand on Harry's chest.

"You are hurting emotionally. Something has happened. And I am thinking it is Samuel's fault." Castiel told him bluntly and Harry sighed and sat back down on the bed.

"It's nothing Sam has done, I'm just an idiot. My pain is my own fault, Castiel." Harry told him in a tired voice, looking shocked when Castiel crouched in front of him to look up at him with wide blue eyes. "Your eyes are very pretty."

"Thank you. They are my vessels eyes though. I'm sure he would be pleased to know his eyes are… pretty. Harry, what has Sam done? You need to tell me so that I can help you."

"Cas… there's nothing to help. Sam has just chosen another over me. You can't change someone's mind. You know that. Feelings don't work that way." Harry told him with a weak smile, placing his hands on Castiel's face. "Thank you for trying though."

"Who did he choose? Dean?"

"Er… Dean's his brother, Cas. That would be illegal. No… it was no one important." Harry told him with a shrug, letting his hands drop from the angel's face and shifting to finish putting his clothes back in his bag.

"The demon?" Castiel asked, making Harry flinch and then close his eyes, knowing that Castiel would have seen his reaction. "It is?"

"No! Castiel! Don't… just… don't, alright? He's made his choice, I've told him what it means for him, now he has to make his own decision about it. There is nothing you can do about it."

"I could drag him down to perdition! If he continues on this course, someone will do it soon enough anyway. I am guessing, given that he still exists, Ardifiel has not found out." Castiel said carefully and Harry shook his head and nibbled his lip.

"Castiel. He knows what he is doing will lead him downwards. Nothing anyone tells him will change his mind." Harry told the fuming angel in a resigned voice.

"Not even the fact that he would be dragging you down with him? Ardifiel may have declared that he will not allow you to go to Hell, but he cannot go against God's wishes. If he does, he will be going to Hell with you." Castiel told him and Harry looked at him in alarm.

"I don't want that! But Cas, there's nothing I can do! He has to make up his own mind! It's that damned free will clause your beloved bloody father gave us humans! No one has the right to tell another human what to do!"

"No… but you can sway them. Put ideas into their heads. Make it seem like it is their own choice."

"Cas! That's hardly the words of a bloody angel, is it?" Harry scolded, making Castiel look at him with an unimpressed expression on his face.

"Samuel Winchester needs to be put into his place! He is not needed in this fight. Only you and Dean are needed. No one will mourn him should he be disposed of." Castiel told Harry, who blinked and then glared at Castiel.

"No one? What about me and Dean? You think we would just shrug our bloody shoulders and carry on our merry fecking way? Are you insane?" Harry spat, then sighed and scrubbed at his face with his hands. "This is ridiculous. Just… leave Sam to me, Cas. Don't tell Ardy, please. Let me and Dean handle Sam."

"Dean knows?"

"Yeah, your delightful friend Uriel let the cat out the bag." Harry said, spitting out Uriel's name and making Castiel raise an eyebrow at him.

"That would explain why Uriel has been forbidden to make contact with any of you three again. Apparently Arragon said he had not been professional. No one knew what he had done however." Castiel said and Harry laughed mirthlessly and shook his head.

"I knew angel's gossiped. Look, Cas, I've got it all under control, okay? I'll talk to Sam, get him to see the error of his ways. And… well I'm gonna kill Ruby anyway, so it's really not an issue."

"It would become an issue if he drinks her blood." Castiel pointed out and Harry sighed and looked away.

"True. Look, just… leave it! I'm not even your fucking charge! Why do you care?" Harry shouted in anger, growling when Castiel just looked at him, not at all affected by Harry's anger.

"I told you… I have found that I… care for you." Castiel told him and Harry gaped at him, and then blushed and shook his head.

"Well… I care for you too, Cas, but… you've gotta let me fight my own battles. I've always had to before, now is no different." Harry told him and Castiel looked at him with a piercing look, that made Harry feel like he was looking at his soul… and to be fair, he possibly was.

"You are no longer alone in this world, Harry Potter. You only need to call for me, and I shall come if I can. I know of three other angels who think the same thing. I will allow you to deal with Sam. However, should I find out that he is considering tasting that demon's blood, I will smite him myself. Ardifiel will not hear of Sam's activities from me, but I am not the angel you should be worried about." Castiel told him and Harry sighed and hung his head.

"I know. Thank you anyway, Cas." Harry said, then looked up when Castiel moved to stand in front of him and placed his fingertips to Harry's forehead.

"You are in pain because you distracted Samhain from harming my charge. Thank you." Castiel told him, making Harry gasped as a wave of soothing magic flwoed through him, caressing his own magic and erasing every last bit of Samhain's form his system.

"Thank you, Castiel."

"Remember, you only need to call my name." Castiel told him and then disappeared from Harry's room seconds later. Harry sighed and fell back onto his bed.

"Sam, you're more fucking trouble than you're bloody worth, sometimes." Harry groaned, then yelped when someone banged on his door.

"Harry! Come on! We need to head out of town!" Dean's voice filtered through the door and Harry sighed, dragging himself off the bed and grabbing his bag.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming, hold your horses!"

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