Sticky Sweet - HP/SPN - Part 02/?

[youaredriving]

Title: Sticky Sweet
Author: youaredriving  aka Scarletsptember
Fandom(s), Characters: Harry Potter, Supernatural - Harry Potter/Gabriel with Sam, Dean, Castiel and others...yeah.
Rating: R
Warning: Slash, Language, lovely use of chocolate
Summary: Gabriel walked out of Harry's life without much of an explanation. Now that everything is done and over with Gabriel needs help and Harry's the quickest route to recovery. They always were an explosive combination.

Part one


Past

Harry was lazily setting the dishes to clean themselves as he worked on a new chocolate covered toffee candy in his kitchen at home. It had been weeks since Gabriel had left and it was easier to work until he was bone tired rather than flutter around the place wondering if his Trickster was ever going to come home or not.

"I always though there was more to you than what you told me." Gabriel's voice cut off Harry's concentration and all the dishes that had been cleaning themselves in the sink clattered to the bottom and Harry spun around with shock painted across his face. Gabriel slipped into the kitchen and plucked up a candy off the wax paper Harry had it sitting on with a grin before he let his fingers dance along Harry's arm."There was always some underlying zing of something that I could feel when I touched you. Something that just made me want to ask what you were. Now I know."

"You know what?" Harry asked ignoring the little sparks that flew from Gabriel's fingertips to his skin.

"That you're a witch."

"Wizard," Harry automatically corrected.

"My bad, gender right?" Gabriel grinned, obviously teasing Harry, "So you're a wizard and you're a damn fine chocolatier but we had already established that fact."

"And that doesn't bother you." Harry quirked a brow, "Me being a wizard and you being a Trickster? Our kind doesn't typically get along. The whole jealousy feud over power we've got going on."

"I'm not your conventional Trickster, Harry," Gabriel crowded Harry against the counter his breath teasing along Harry's parted lips, "And I'd say we get along just fine."

"I think you're right." Harry pressed his lips against Gabriel's already melting against into his hold.

Present

"What's the story between you two?" Sam asked as soon as they were in the Impala and headed towards wherever Dean deemed appropriate.

"There is no story, Sam." Gabriel rested his head on the back of the seat, closing his eyes with a loud sigh.

"Then why is he even bothering to hear you out? He seemed pretty pissed off at you when you first showed up. He didn't seem too confident in your abilities either." Dean scratched at the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Does he even know what you are?"

"He has reason to be angry with me. He has a lot of reasons to be angry with me." Gabriel rubbed his palms on the top of his jeans. "He knew me as a Trickster but he doesn't know me as an Archangel, yet. He doesn't know all of what the world went through but if he says he knows something was happening. He knows."

"He is not human." Castiel bluntly stated.

"Little brother, we've got to work on your secret keeping skills." Gabriel rolled his eyes.

"What is he? Exactly?" Sam pulled open the glove box and started digging through it mindlessly listening to Gabriel.

"He's a magic user but not in the sense you would think. Harry comes from a world that hides from people like hunters because they fear the persecution and the ways people would use them if they were discovered."

"So what would we call him?"

"A wizard," Gabriel answered automatically after all the times Harry had corrected him. "He's powerful for his kind, so don't underestimate him. He may appear nonthreatening but he holds his own even against me."

"That should serve as a warning to both of you," Castiel patted Dean on the shoulder before looking straight out the windshield.

~*~

Harry had just about finished cleaning the production area when the door sounded the early arrival of Gabriel and his companions. Harry pushed open the door and gestured them through. "I just have to wipe the tables down and the inside of the cooler down then I'll be ready to head out. It shouldn't take but a few more minutes."

"It's bigger then it was." Gabriel took in the extra tables and knife racks.

Harry rang out a rag of sanitizing solution before scrubbing the tables. "I've expanded my business since you left. Don't lean on the tables, it'll bleach out your clothes."

"Thanks for the warning."

"Uh huh," Harry nodded before wetting the rag down and heading towards the cooler. "So am I going to get names?"

"That's Sam and Dean Winchester and that's Castiel." Gabriel pointed out each of the respective hunters as Gabriel followed Harry into the cooler and watched the methodical process Harry used as he wiped down each shelf.

"I'm assuming they played a big part in the apocalypse?" Harry asked wiping his brow on his shoulder.

"Ah, even saying they played a major role would kind of be an understatement."

"Okay, I can understand that." Harry nodded.

"I had a feeling you would understand." Gabriel's words were spoken soft and full of understanding.

"Yeah, yeah." Harry swiped another shelf clean as the cooler latched shut and he turned to Gabriel. "What happened to you? It's like you're missing what makes you who you are. It's not right."

"No, it's not." Gabriel agreed. "And I'm freezing and you're tempting me with all this chocolate you've got stored in here, are you done?"

"Yeah, let me drain the sinks and head back to my place."

"Lead the way." They watched as Harry rolled a sleeve up as far as he could before letting the water out of the sinks and rinsing them clean.

"You know the way. I haven't moved since you left. I'll see you all there in a few minutes."

"We can give you a ride." Sam offered.

"I'll be there before you show up." Harry grinned. "See you in a few."

"What does he mean by that?" Dean asked as they were ushered out the building and the door locked with a sharp click behind them. Harry shut off all the lights before apparating into his house and carefully tracking down any reminder of Gabriel to hide it from view. First was the Twizzler and hot chocolate combo that was sitting on the counter. It was trashed immediately. A habit Harry would have never taken up if it weren't for Gabriel.

Next to disappear from view was the one picture Lane snuck of them together a few years back at the coffee shop. The best he could do was flip the frame down off the wall and onto the counter before the door bell rang and Harry was answering the door.

Everyone filed into the room like ducks and Gabriel made his way straight for the den and sat down on the couch, sprawling out with a sigh before his eyes landed on an old hoodie lying over the back of a recliner. "I thought you would have burned that, or shred it to tiny pieces at the very least."

Harry eyed Gabriel's old sweater. "I thought about it, several times but it's comfortable. Do you want anything to eat or drink before you start explaining everything to me, because I'm waiting for an explanation as to what happened to you and where you've been, Gabriel."

"You still stock the place to the brim with hot chocolate and licorice?"

Harry headed into the kitchen and started making two cups of heaven before looking up at the others standing awkwardly in the living room. "What about you three? I've got soft drinks, water, tea or hot chocolate. That's it."

"Coke?" Dean asked, pulling out a bar stool watching Harry.

"Yeah, ice?"

"Sure."

"I'll take the same." Sam echoed as he sat next to Dean.

"What about you, Castiel?" Harry asked as he popped the tops to the cans and slid the fizzing cups over to the waiting brothers.

"I am fine, thank you."

"Just let me know either way." Harry murmured topped off two mugs before begrudgingly going over to the cabinet and Dean sputtered at the amount of licorice Harry had stored next to blocks of chocolate.

"How many Twizzlers do you need, man?"

"A lot." Gabriel smirked as he moved to check out the stash. "Picked up a tasty habit I see."

Harry slammed the cabinet shut with a growl. "You might want to start explaining or I will make you leave."

"I've been all over, taking care of these three." Gabriel started. "But I suppose I should start at the beginning."

"That would be the best idea."

"I'm not a Trickster." Gabriel began and Harry snorted. "I'm an Archangel. I didn't like the way it was in Heaven. I didn't like the rules and regulations, so I left and made a new home for myself. Something not to unlike what you did for yourself here."

"What did you do?" Dean interrupted with a question aimed towards Harry.

"Not necessary for you to know right now." Harry waved Dean's question off and looked back at Gabriel. "So you're still supposed to be all powerful like you were when you called yourself a Trickster, correct?"

"Yes."

"Okay, so you just didn't tell me the whole truth. I can't really say anything because I did the same thing to you when we first met." Harry gave an amused grin as he shook his head. "Go on, how did you end up becoming like you are now?"

"I got wind that these three were in for a world of trouble, fighting off the apocalypse and everything. They weren't doing so well so I volunteered my services after I made their lives a living hell."

"You could say that again." Sam grunted out.

"Anyways, Lucifer decided that it would be a great time to use Sam as his vessel and brother Michael wanted to use Dean as his. That was a big no-no because if that happened, the world would have ended. So in order to keep the world as you know it safe, me and Cas here came up with one of the greatest plans in the universe to get rid of Lucifer and to take care of the apocalypse once and for all."

"Except it was great for everyone but Gabriel here," Dean pointed out.

"He has lost most, if not all of his grace." Castiel added into the conversation.

"What does that mean for you?"

"It's just really going to blow." Gabriel shrugged. "But it'll come back. Hopefully."

"So what can I do?"

Dean shared a quick look with Sam. "What is it between you two? One second I think you hate each other's guts and now you're willing to help Gabriel without knowing what it's going to take."

"It's complicated. And you're even lucky I know more than just the general healing spells I learned during the war." Harry set his mug down on the counter and moved towards Gabriel.

"I don't like that look in your eyes."

"You shouldn't." Harry rubbed his hands together. "I need to run a diagnostic to see what damage has been done to you and to see if I can do anything to actually help you."

"You can. That is why we came to you. Your abilities are the quickest route to recovery for Gabriel."

"I'm going to shove a wad of dirty socks in your mouth, Cas. Because what you just said, isn't helping my case any."

"Something really is wrong with you, because you're normally a lot more amusing than this." Harry mumbled as he pushed Gabriel over to the couch.

"I'm wounded."

"Sit." Harry placed a hand on top of Gabriel's head and let his fingers tangle into the loose strands of hair before he corrected the movement. "Focus on your Grace because I need to know what I'm looking for."

"Okay, I can do that."

"You better be able to. I may not be happy with you at the moment but I don't want you dead." Harry murmured. His words were warm on Gabriel's cheek.

Harry watched as Gabriel took a deep breath that surfaced through his chest and eased the tension out of his body before his eyes slipped shut. Harry cast a sideways glance and watched as everyone was raptly focused on them. Harry moistened his lips before closing his eyes and letting his magic reach deep within Gabriel.

Harry followed the faint blue white lights of Gabriel's Grace, noticing how it faded in and out. How it stopped completely when it reached Gabriel's heart, like it wasn't even a part of Gabriel's core any longer. A small miniscule thread was barely holding everything together, keeping his grace in his body. It was miraculous that Gabriel still managed to walk around.

Harry felt his hand slipping from Gabriel's hair to his cheek and the low vibration and soft surge of light emitted before Harry felt the raw emotion that Gabriel kept so tightly hidden beneath surface and it shocked him that most of the soft hues morphed and molded towards his magic. It reacted and moved with his touch.

Harry opened his eyes and met dark chocolate eyes before pulling his hand away from the warm skin. "You have no physical damage for me to heal, Gabe."

"We could have told you that." Dean smacked a hand on his thigh breaking the moment.

"But all I can offer to do for you at the moment is to try a few things out and to monitor what they do. Once I see an improvement I can go from there."

"How long will it take?" Castiel moved right to the hard questions.

"Honestly, I'm not sure but it's amazing that you're managing to walk around. I can do something that will ensure that you don't lose what you have until I figure out how to fix this for you."

"What does that consist of?" Sam asked. His curiosity already piqued.

"I can link my magic to Gabriel's core, which if I'm correct is what anchors your Grace to your vessel. That is what this body is right? Angels, demons and the like use vessels to walk to earth?"

"I created mine, but yes that's the general concept." Gabriel answered, half wondering what else Harry knew about the supernatural world besides what he knew of his magical world that he never bothered revealing.

"Okay then it'll be like an energy transfer. If Gabriel doesn't have enough to keep his Grace, my magic will react to make sure he keeps what he has until I find the right solution."

"If you can not find a solution quick enough there are other options that we can seek out. Options that will move far more quickly than you will."

"I can find a solution!" Harry snapped at Castiel. "It requires brewing potions, and spell weaving that can not be messed up or rushed. If the dosages are too weak I have to start over with the potions to make them stronger. It is a precise method that takes planning."

"This was a waste of a day." Dean rolled his eyes.

"He's the only one I trust not to try and kill me on sight for the things I've done." Gabriel sighed.

"I was half tempted to slice you open when I first saw you." Harry grinned. "But I wouldn't kill you. Now Dean, he's starting to get on my last nerve."

"Hey!"

"Are you going to stay in town or are you leaving?" Harry asked. "I won't link my magic to you if you're leaving before I try and do anything for you."

"We're staying." Gabriel made the decision before anyone else had the chance to say anything.

"Okay then," Dean grinned.

"Have you eaten anything?" Harry questioned as he headed back into the kitchen, setting pans on the stove.

"You plan on cooking for me?" Gabriel's eyes widened in mouth watering anticipation at seeing Harry the stove and the mention of food.

"All of you," Harry nodded as he pulled out chicken from the fridge and set about cooking it. "It would be rude to just cook for two."

"What are you making?" Gabriel situated himself at the bar and watched as Harry moved around the kitchen, setting pasta in boiling water and seasoning the chicken. "It already smells delicious."

"Chicken Alfredo," Harry moved to lean against the counter top and faced Gabriel with his arms across his chest.

"One of my favorites," Gabriel's lips quirked and Harry snorted. "I know, you were already planning on making it and eating leftovers throughout the week with how much chicken you had in the fridge, but too much of a coincidence."

"I never believed in coincidences, Gabe." Harry turned back to the stove top and stirred the sauce and checked the pasta. "How many people did you go to before me?"

Harry listened to the tap tap tap of Gabriel's fingers against the counter top and the soft murmurs of conversation in the living room for a few seconds before he turned around to meet embarrassed eyes. "I'm the first person you came to."

"You're the first person I thought when they asked who I thought would help. So we came here. Then when we got outside of town, I thought you would rather kick me out on my ass then help." Gabriel toyed with the edge of the down turned picture frame before he flipped it over and he replaced it on the wall from where Harry took it down. "Guess I was wrong."

"You've been known to be wrong about a lot of things."

"Figured you would have shacked up with some guy by now."

Harry turned away from Gabriel's heated eyes and drained the pasta before mixing the sauce and chicken in with it. "Never found anyone interesting enough, but enough about that. Dinner is ready and you need to eat and eat like a human. Especially after I link my magic to you, otherwise you can end up hurting me."

"What else do I need to do?" Gabriel asked his tone was serious and Harry could almost see the invisible notepad at his fingertips.

"Stick close with your protectors." Harry shrugged and grinned at the incredulous look Gabriel gave him. "That's the role they've taken with you and they'll keep you safe."

"Of course they will. After all the shit I've put up with for them? They better." Gabriel grabbed the dish from Harry's hands and set it on the bar.

"You should eat." Harry wiped his hands clean and opened a cabinet nodding towards the plates before he pulled a drawer open full of cutlery. "I need to make a phone call to one of the girls to see if they can open the shop for me in the morning."

Gabriel wrapped his fingers around Harry's wrist, "You don't have to rearrange your entire life for me. I can wait."

"No," Harry shook his head before he looked up to meet the curious gazes of the hunters and another angel and he finished speaking. "This really can't wait Gabe. We need to do this as soon as possible. Eat, I'll be right back."

Gabriel watched as Harry disappeared down the hallways, soft tones drifting up the hallway as he got everyone to start eating without protest. They were eating quietly when Sam picked up the picture and shook his head.

Dean broke the silence with a snort, "So where you always gay or was the whole womanizer thing a front?"

"Womanizer?" Harry asked with a raised brow as he slipped back into the room. "Do tell."

"If you value your manhood, you will keep your trap shut." Gabriel warned and Dean smirked at the archangel.

"He always had some fake bimbo on his arm, like he was something special." Dean kept talking and Harry rolled his eyes along side Sam.

"Oh like you have room to talk, Dean." Sam pointed with his fork. "You were just as bad and you still are. You can't go into a bar without picking up the trashiest girl you can find."

"Well, the thing is, I can't figure out is if it was all a front or if he was in to that sort of thing."

"I am here you know. In the flesh, just so you know." Gabriel flicked Dean in the forehead before going back to eating.

"Well I'm sure Harry would like to know if he's going to be linking his magic or whatever it is to your STD infested ass." Dean shrugged as he cleared his plate and leaned back on the stool with a satisfied sigh.

"Actually, I don't want to know." Harry grimaced. "It's not really any of my business what Gabriel did while he was off saving the world with you three. The dishwasher is empty, I need to make a few more calls to make sure the store runs smoothly while I'm not there tomorrow and then we can get started after I shower."

"Shower?" Sam asked.

"Unless you're going to volunteer to help me after I'm finished, I need to shower before I link my magic to Gabriel's core." Harry replied cheekily.

"He'll be exhausted, Sam." Castiel explained as Harry moved through the house again, leaving stunned faces in his wake. Gabriel tapped his fingers on the counter top and sighed.

"This is a bad idea." Gabriel whispered to Castiel as Sam and Dean headed towards the living room. Sam booting up his laptop searching for another hunt they could go on while Dean harped on about why they couldn't just take a break for once.

"It will help." Castiel said firmly. "He was the one who suggested it in the first place, not you and not anyone else. We will do this because it's your only option."

"If it hurts him," Gabriel swallowed down the guilt and fear before he met deep blue eyes, "You do whatever it takes."

"It won't hurt him, Gabriel." Castiel's lips quirked upwards momentarily. "There is something here. Don't you feel it?"

"I felt it the first time I saw him, Cas." Gabriel gave a sad grin. "And my world kept taking me away from him. Like it keeps doing."

"Maybe this time it's different." Castiel's eyes rolled towards where Harry was toweling his hair dry and a collective sigh went around the room when he entered the room.

"That sounded lovely. I'm not going to kill him, I promise." Harry grinned. He moved towards a bookcase and grabbed a slim wooden box and set it carefully onto the coffee table. He pulled the lid off and let his fingers trail over what lay inside momentarily. "Right, are you ready for this Gabe?"

"For the magic touch?" Gabriel gave the first real smile Harry had seen since he had waltzed right back in his life. "You bet."