Timestamp to Bottle Caps and Shotgun Shells - Supernatural/ Harry Potter
Title:Bottle Caps and Shotgun Shells (Timestamp)
Author(s): youaredriving
Artist: surevesta
Crossover: Supernatural/Harry Potter
Disclaimer: These brilliant universes were created by their respective owners and I'm just playing in the sandbox. No harm intended.
Type: Slash
Word Count: ~2,500 this bit
Characters/Pairings:Sam Winchester/Harry Potter, Dean Winchester, OFC (Rita, I really couldn't leave her out)
Warnings: Language, Slash
Spoilers: If you didn't read the main story, you might wonder who the hell Rita is and you might have a few huh? moments but never fear, I'll link you to it right after the summary if you're feeling that adventurous.
Summary: So after everything Sam goes back to hunting and Harry still works at the bar but that didn't but a damper on what they had established.
Link to the rest of the story is Here
Link to the originial beautiful art is Here
Author's Notes: So you remember that time stamp I mention to a few people like a year ago? Well here it is! So as mentioned this is a timestamp to the lovely little universe I created and I decided to gift you with a present for my birthday which is on Monday. I know it's kind of backwards (and early but I'm impatient). Anyways, I wanted something happy and fun when I've been bubbling and swirling in a world of angsty shit and this was the perfect excuse! Also, you livejournal folks get a little dirtier version *grin*
Oh PS, this takes place a bit after the last chapter...mhm...
Harry tapped his fingers along the bar top. Sam had been gone for two weeks this time and it was driving him nuts. It had barely been a two months before Dean was dragging Sam halfway across the country yammering on about a werewolf in North Carolina. Once he saw how excited Sam was about the prospect of an actual physical hunt there was no way in hell Harry was going to be the one to say no to Sam going along.
“Sam ain’t back yet?” Rita asked twirling her drink around.
“Nope,” Harry answered as he settled across the bar from her. “It’s driving me insane. I kind of feel bad about it but I want him back home.”
Rita grinned before shaking her head, “Harry I think that you’re just feeling what every couple feels who are so in love that you’re kind of lost when they’re apart.”
“No, I just miss him Rita.” Harry shook his head. “Sam and I haven’t known each other that long.”
“Doesn’t matter how long you’ve known him. It’s written all over your face.” Rita shrugged. “How’s he doing by the way?”
“Sam?” Harry asked and she nodded. “He’s good, enjoying doing more than research for once, he likes being back in the field.”
“He probably enjoys you more.” Rita chuckled and Harry gaped at her suggestion. Harry felt his face heat up before he turned away from her.
“You need to shut up before I kick you out of here.”
“Uh huh, see now we both know it’s the truth.” Rita laughed long and loud when Harry shoved at her arm and knocked her off balance for a second before heading down to the other end of the bar.
Harry was ready to crash by the time he had washed the bar down and cleaned the floors. It was always better getting everything down before heading home even if he were exhausted because going home to an empty bed wasn’t high on his to do list. It had just gotten harder to sleep without Sam in the bed sprawled out all over the place.
Humming to himself Harry let himself into his house and stopped at the sight of a duffle bag sitting on the floor and the shower running in the bathroom down the hallway. Harry smiled to himself as he headed into the kitchen and found a cup of still steaming coffee waiting for him. He leaned against the counter and sipped on it waiting for Sam to show up.
Harry was rinsing the coffee cup out and setting it in the sink when Sam padded into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and nuzzled along his neck, “Missed you.”
Harry pressed back into Sam with a sigh, “Why didn’t you call to let me know you were coming home? I would have hurried home.”
“Wasn’t one hundred percent I’d be coming home and I didn’t want to disappoint if we didn’t make it back tonight.” Sam tightened his hold for a second before letting Harry go, “You should shower. You stink of bar.”
Harry lightly elbowed Sam in the gut, “Thanks a lot, see how I treat you later.”
“You could have joined me.” Sam shrugged before tugged Harry back to him and pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “I wouldn’t have minded.”
“You look exhausted Sam,” Harry looked up into the sleepy eyes and backed away from Sam’s long outreached hand. “Go lay down, I’ll be there in a minute.” Harry brushed a hand through Sam’s wet locks before he took off down the hallway towards the bathroom to rinse off the stench of the bar.
Harry was towel drying his hair when he stepped into his room and he smiled at the sight of Sam stretched out across his sheets lightly breathing and curled up on his side. Harry tossed the towel on the floor and slid in between the sheets.
He sat up and let his fingers run over Sam’s abdomen taking quick inventory for injuries and let a breath of relief escape his chest when he found none. Harry laid back and curled into Sam’s side resting his face in the crook of Sam’s neck and placing a hand over Sam’s heart.
“You could have asked,” Sam’s sleep soft voice caused Harry to flinch and resettle against Sam.
"Asked what?”
“If I was hurt or not, I would have told you.” Sam answered as he twined his fingers with Harry’s and brushing his thumb along the top of Harry’s hand. “You didn’t have to check me over while you thought I was sleeping.”
“I care about you, Sam.” Harry muttered against Sam’s chest. “I just worry.”
Sam wound his fingers of his free hand through Harry’s hair and sighed, “What have you been doing the past few weeks?”
“Working at the bar,” Harry tapped his fingers against Sam’s chest. “Missing you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Harry pressed a kiss to Sam’s bare chest, “How about you? Everything went okay?”
“As well as it could go,” Sam nodded. “You want details?”
“Not really, just wanted to make sure you came back whole.” Harry traced small pattern eights across Sam’s skin. “Just wanted you back home.”
“You’re such a sap.” Sam let his fingernails scratch at the back of Harry’s neck and he dragged them up and along Harry’s scalp. He chuckled when Harry stretched into his ministrations. Sam let out a wide yawn, “No let me correct that, you’re such a tease.”
“And you’re exhausted.” Harry moved up and pressed a warm kiss to Sam’s lips. “Sleep now, fun in the morning.”
“Are you sure it’s not you that is the one who is exhausted?” Sam brushed at the circles around Harry’s eyes and pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s lips.
“Maybe,” Harry snuggled into Sam’s body heat with a content sigh. “Did work all day and night.”
Sam hummed at the back of his throat dozing off with Harry plastered against him.
Sam blinked sleep from his eyes and slid a hand across the bed hoping to find Harry. He frowned when he found it empty. He rubbed his face and sat up for a minute trying to wake up all the way when he heard noises in the kitchen that he immediately associated with Harry and cooking.
Harry was standing in front of the stove humming lightly to himself as he made an omelet. Sam inhaled the aromas and smiled watching as Harry added a few vegetables and shredded cheese over the top of it and let it slide onto a plate and pushed the plate in Sam’s general direction. He turned the stove off and turned around to face Sam with a fork and knife in hand, “Sleep well?”
Sam nodded as he crossed the space separating he and Harry. He grabbed the silverware out of Harry’s grasp and he set it down on the countertop before crowding against Harry, “Morning.”
“Morning, Sam.” Harry smiled up at Sam letting the hunter angle his head up and press a warm kiss against his lips. It took less than a few seconds before it grew more heated and Harry was winding a hand into the back of Sam’s hair and the other hand gripping Sam’s waist to balance himself as Sam nibbled and licked his way across Harry’s lips.
“Should have stayed in bed,” Sam muttered against Harry’s lips before he stepped back, “But this looks and smells delicious.”
“It does,” Harry licked at his kiss swollen lips before grabbing up the plate and the silverware and heading towards the table, “That’s why we’re sharing.”
Sam watched as Harry methodically cut into the omelet and held a piece up to his lips to eat and Sam made a show of wrapping his lips around the fork and pulling the egg and vegetable off the fork before licking his lips clean. He smirked at the way Harry let the fork dangle in mid air watching him the entire time with darkened eyes. “You should eat. You’re going to need the energy.”
“You, yeah, right.” Harry stumbled over his words before he stabbed a piece of the omelet for himself and hurriedly ate a piece before serving up another for Sam. They made it halfway through breakfast before Harry was setting the fork down on the table and straddling Sam’s lap, slanting his lips over Sam’s muttering, “You aren’t right.”
“No?” Sam questioned as he pulled Harry closer with one hand on the small of Harry’s back and the other along his jaw as his tongue fucked up into Harry’s mouth sliding against the velvet heat of Harry’s tongue. Sam let out a growl from the way Harry’s hands held his face in place and his hips ground down against his.
Sam grasped Harry’s hair and tugged his head back so their eyes could meet as his voice came out in a husky tone as he stood up and Harry slithered down to stand on the floor, “Bedroom, now.”
Harry shuffled backwards with his fingers hooked in Sam’s sleep pants as they headed towards the bedroom. He huffed out a breath of surprised when Sam knocked him against wall. His arms bracketed Harry in as he nosed along the milky smooth skin of Harry’s neck.
“Sam,” Harry let out a breathy whimper and gasped when Sam dragged his teeth along his neck and lightly biting him and sucking at Harry’s skin.
“Can’t help it,” Sam said against Harry’s skin, “You taste so good.”
“I could say the same about you.” Harry nudged at Sam to get them moving towards the bedroom again. He started moving them towards the bedroom with stolen kisses and warm touches.
Sam pushed through the bedroom and nudged Harry onto the bed. He crawled over Harry and grinned down at the lithe form lying beneath him. He let his fingers brush along Harry’s lips before trailing down along Harry’s chin and along his sternum and down to his naval. He put pressure in all the right pressure and his lips curved upwards at the way Harry arched up into his hand.
Harry let out a muffled moan when Sam slipped his pants down over his arousal and down his legs before tossing them onto the floor. As soon as Sam had Harry’s clothes off he stripped out of his, watching the way Harry’s eyes never left his and he knew right then that Harry was something special and he wasn’t ever going to let go of him.
Harry patted the bed and Sam was leaning over him brushing feather light, teasing kisses over Harry’s lips, face and moved to his neck. He could feel the smaller man melting underneath his touches.
“Sam,” Harry tugged Sam back up to his lips and let out a wanton moan when Sam ground against him. “Stop teasing.”
“Not teasing.” Sam chuckled as he nudged Harry’s legs open wider and made a grab for the nightstand where they kept their supplies. “Gotta make you feel good.”
“You too,” Harry tangled his hands in Sam’s hair and gasped against Sam’s cheek from the initial intrusion. His eye lashes brushed Sam’s cheek before he closed his eyes and they fanned across flushed skin. Sam worked him open and waited until Harry opened his eyes and let him know that it was okay to do more.
Bright green emerald orbs focusing in on hazel had Sam moving and Harry biting into lip and rolling his hips to meet Sam’s thrusts. Harry’s fingers digging deeper into Sam’s shoulders with each thrust. Harry tossed his head to the side and Sam pressed a hot kiss along the juncture of Harry’s shoulder and neck as euphoria rolled over them.
They were in the shower when they heard Dean’s voice, “Sam! Harry! You in here?”
Sam placed a finger to Harry’s smiling lips to quiet his laughter as he reached out of the shower for a towel and slipped out of the bathroom and headed for Dean sopping wet. “What’s up?”
“Dude! You’ve been missing since we got back, not even answering your cell phone.” Dean’s eyes widened and he groaned as he looked Sam over, “Man, couldn’t you have put some clothes on before finding me up here?”
“At least I grabbed a towel.” Sam shrugged. “What’s so important?”
“Bobby,” Dean placed a hand over his eyes but looked back up at Sam through shielded fingers, “He um, he’s got some books for you and he wanted to talk to you about something. He wouldn’t tell me what before you ask.”
“Okay, is it really important?” Sam asked and looked over his shoulder at the sound of Harry padding through the hallway and into the living room dressed in a fresh set of jeans and a loose tee-shirt.
“I don’t know, Sam.” Dean whined. “He just said find Sam so here I am finding you.”
“Hey Dean,” Harry plucked at Sam’s towel, “You should go get dressed.”
“Oh god,” Dean’s face heated up. “This, I just didn’t see this. I’m going to pretend that Harry does not have wet hair and you are not in a towel and he doesn’t have a ring of love bites around his neck, Sam.”
Sam rolled his eyes as he headed down the hallway to grab a fresh pair of clothes, “You were the one rooting for me to get my act together. Plus I’ve seen worse from you remember that Dean.”
Harry grinned at the quick game of push and shove between Sam and Dean before Sam went stumbling down the hallway grasping at his towel laughing.
“Thank god,” Dean grumbled, “I thought I’d have to put him out of his misery myself. I couldn’t take his moping much longer.”
“Moping?”
“He’s hopeless without you man,” Dean rolled his eyes. “It’s quite pathetic. Just don’t keep him locked up in this love shack of yours. Bobby really did want to talk to him about something.”
“Right because I could keep Sam locked up,” Harry rolled his eyes and grinned when an arm wrapped around his shoulders and Sam pressed a kiss to the side of his neck. “Okay maybe I could.”
“You could what?” Sam asked as he stood side by side with Harry.
“You don’t want to know,” Dean snorted and he tapped Sam on shoulder. “I’ll see you two later. And please, for all that is holy out there do not forget that Bobby wanted to see you. I don’t want to have to come and find you later. There are some things I shouldn’t have to see.”
