HP/SPN: Touched by an Angel (Harry/Castiel)
Title: Touched by an Angel (XXI)
Author: nilitara
Fandom: HP, SPN
Rating: PG
Charaters: Harry, Castiel
Summary: Harry dreams about two brothers and looks for answers.
For: crossovers100
Prompt: 097. Dream.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of their respective creator. I own nothing.
Touched by an Angel - Main entry
097. Dreams.
Harry realized he was dreaming. It was unexpected. He usually could never tell when he was in dreamland that what he was seeing wasn’t real, but it seemed so clear this time around. He seemed to be only a spectator to the events that were unfolding before him and the ethereal feel of the place could only be real in his sleep, not in the waken world.
At the beginning, he wasn’t all that sure what it was he was dreaming about. There were people, mainly two young people. Well, they were older than him, he would have put them in their late twenties. He had never seen them real but they seemed to be real people, not the way some characters you dreamed up sounded. It was as if he could watch over them while they lived their real life.
And what a life it was. From what he could him from the conversation they had and see what was around, like the weapons and holy water, things that made him think they both knew all about the supernatural but not in the same way the wizarding world did, it seemed that they lived as far as possible from a normal life.
But who were they exactly? And why the hell was he dreaming about them?
Unfortunately, the dream ended up abruptly when he was woken up by his friends who had decided to spend the day with him. He was still in touch with Hermione and Ron, even though the war and school had ended, their friendship never would. She was now on the way to becoming Mrs. Hermione Weasley and Harry couldn’t have been happier for his two friends.
When he found himself alone with Hermione, he told her about the dream the way he now told her about everything. She didn’t have an explanation at the moment but promised to research it. She was good at that. She would try to find something about the phenomenon but also about the two men and what they were doing with their arsenal.
The days that followed were punctuated by dreams, the same ones. Well, not exactly. The same kind of dreams, about them: Sam and Dean. He had heard their first names here and there but never their last. They didn’t use it. They were brother and he discovered that they went after supernatural beasts and creatures, mostly to kill them. Harry understood though. They always went after them after reading about suspect deaths in the papers so they only did chase the ones who hurt people. A good thing, otherwise Harry would have had to stop them and he really didn’t want to have to.
Harry and Hermione didn’t find anything about these two guys in particular but what they found was about hunters in general. To say they were stunned was a gross understatement. They were so used to anyone in the non-magical world to resolutely ignore everything about the supernatural that finding out some muggles took upon them to chase after the worst scum the supernatural world had to offer surprised them.
It also scared them because who knew if some innocents creatures had been hunted and killed because of that? Sam and Dean seemed to only chase after those who killed but nothing indicated that it was the same for everyone and Harry couldn’t help feeling uneasy. The magical world was already prejudiced against creatures they knew all about but for those who saw them as only existing in their nightmares, who had no idea of the wonders of the magical world, what could they see?
Yet that wasn’t the most important at the time. Harry still couldn’t understand why he was having those dreams. Or, maybe, he should talk about visions? Because they weren’t only fantasy he had dreamed up, of that he was sure. Deep inside him, he knew Dean and Sam existed. He knew that what he had seen up to that point was only the truth. Yet, all the vision he had ever had in the past had always concerned Voldemort so why was he having those?
It couldn’t be Voldemort returning. There was no chance of that. He had done everything to ensure it would never be possible.
The answer came to him a few days later, after quite a few more dreams during which he had to worry about the brothers’ safety. He couldn’t understand why he would be worried about people he didn’t even know but he had followed so much of their life during his sleep he felt as if he actually knew them and had gotten attached. His heart would lose him one day, he knew it.
However, that night, everything became clear. Everything became obvious because he saw one more person in his dreams. One person he had longed for years to see again, one person he had never thought he would see again: Castiel.
From that moment on, what Harry had to do with his life became clear: he would follow the path of a hunter.
Author: nilitara
Fandom: HP, SPN
Rating: PG
Charaters: Harry, Castiel
Summary: Harry dreams about two brothers and looks for answers.
For: crossovers100
Prompt: 097. Dream.
Disclaimer: The characters are the property of their respective creator. I own nothing.
Touched by an Angel - Main entry
097. Dreams.
Harry realized he was dreaming. It was unexpected. He usually could never tell when he was in dreamland that what he was seeing wasn’t real, but it seemed so clear this time around. He seemed to be only a spectator to the events that were unfolding before him and the ethereal feel of the place could only be real in his sleep, not in the waken world.
At the beginning, he wasn’t all that sure what it was he was dreaming about. There were people, mainly two young people. Well, they were older than him, he would have put them in their late twenties. He had never seen them real but they seemed to be real people, not the way some characters you dreamed up sounded. It was as if he could watch over them while they lived their real life.
And what a life it was. From what he could him from the conversation they had and see what was around, like the weapons and holy water, things that made him think they both knew all about the supernatural but not in the same way the wizarding world did, it seemed that they lived as far as possible from a normal life.
But who were they exactly? And why the hell was he dreaming about them?
Unfortunately, the dream ended up abruptly when he was woken up by his friends who had decided to spend the day with him. He was still in touch with Hermione and Ron, even though the war and school had ended, their friendship never would. She was now on the way to becoming Mrs. Hermione Weasley and Harry couldn’t have been happier for his two friends.
When he found himself alone with Hermione, he told her about the dream the way he now told her about everything. She didn’t have an explanation at the moment but promised to research it. She was good at that. She would try to find something about the phenomenon but also about the two men and what they were doing with their arsenal.
The days that followed were punctuated by dreams, the same ones. Well, not exactly. The same kind of dreams, about them: Sam and Dean. He had heard their first names here and there but never their last. They didn’t use it. They were brother and he discovered that they went after supernatural beasts and creatures, mostly to kill them. Harry understood though. They always went after them after reading about suspect deaths in the papers so they only did chase the ones who hurt people. A good thing, otherwise Harry would have had to stop them and he really didn’t want to have to.
Harry and Hermione didn’t find anything about these two guys in particular but what they found was about hunters in general. To say they were stunned was a gross understatement. They were so used to anyone in the non-magical world to resolutely ignore everything about the supernatural that finding out some muggles took upon them to chase after the worst scum the supernatural world had to offer surprised them.
It also scared them because who knew if some innocents creatures had been hunted and killed because of that? Sam and Dean seemed to only chase after those who killed but nothing indicated that it was the same for everyone and Harry couldn’t help feeling uneasy. The magical world was already prejudiced against creatures they knew all about but for those who saw them as only existing in their nightmares, who had no idea of the wonders of the magical world, what could they see?
Yet that wasn’t the most important at the time. Harry still couldn’t understand why he was having those dreams. Or, maybe, he should talk about visions? Because they weren’t only fantasy he had dreamed up, of that he was sure. Deep inside him, he knew Dean and Sam existed. He knew that what he had seen up to that point was only the truth. Yet, all the vision he had ever had in the past had always concerned Voldemort so why was he having those?
It couldn’t be Voldemort returning. There was no chance of that. He had done everything to ensure it would never be possible.
The answer came to him a few days later, after quite a few more dreams during which he had to worry about the brothers’ safety. He couldn’t understand why he would be worried about people he didn’t even know but he had followed so much of their life during his sleep he felt as if he actually knew them and had gotten attached. His heart would lose him one day, he knew it.
However, that night, everything became clear. Everything became obvious because he saw one more person in his dreams. One person he had longed for years to see again, one person he had never thought he would see again: Castiel.
From that moment on, what Harry had to do with his life became clear: he would follow the path of a hunter.