Nightmares in Dakota Part 16/18 - SPN/HP

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Title: Nightmares In Dakota
Author:  youaredriving  (aka Scarletsptember)
Fandom: Harry Potter/ Supernatural
Rating: R
Warning: Language, WIP, Slash, HP/DW
Disclaimer: The only thing that's mine are the ideas, the characters and anything associated belong to their respective owners.
Summary: South Dakota wasn't anything special but it was the perfect place for Harry and Teddy to start over at. Nothing was going to get them there
Warning: Mature scenes, Language, Violence


Harry slipped from Dean's tight hold with a yawn and headed straight for the kitchen planning to start a pot of coffee and some semblance of breakfast. He stopped at the sight of Bobby sitting at his kitchen table surrounded by a mountain of books and scribbling away at a yellow notepad. "How long have you been here, Bobby?"

"Since Sam, Charlie and I finished patching up my place. So about three o'clock this morning." Bobby wiped a hand over his mouth and scooted away from the table, heading for the coffee. "Charlie let me and Sam in. He said you wouldn't mind us staying over."

"No," Harry shook his head. "I just wish I would have known. I could have done something for you guys."

"Charlie gave up his bed for me. Sam got the couch and Charlie took the floor." Bobby nodded towards the living room where Harry completely missed their sleeping forms. "My house is a bit uninhabitable at the moment."

"Sorry about that." Harry sighed and sat down across from Bobby.

"It was more the demons fault than yours, kid." Bobby leveled Harry with a stony look. "While we're the only ones awake, I've got something I need to ask you about."

Harry shifted in his seat and picked at invisible lint on his sleep pants. "That look isn't a good look, Bobby. It's one that tells me to grab Teddy up and run for the hills."

"There ain't anything to be afraid of as long as you haven't been lying to me or putting us in danger." Bobby leaned back in his chair and watched Harry before he spoke. "We need to talk about this where the runt ain't going to overhear and get upset. Go get dressed, leave a note and grab your phone where your boy doesn't throw a fit once he sees that you're gone."

"Bobby," Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Fine, just give me a few minutes to put some clothes on."

Harry was dressed, had a note penned out and stuck to the counter with in five minutes. He and Bobby were in his truck and headed towards no where when Bobby started talking again. "Is there something you and Charlie haven't told us? Something that you know more about then what you're letting on?"

"Where is this coming from?" Harry asked with wide eyes.

"Things around here have been different since Charlie has come around and since Taggart let his secret out. You don't want to tell us everything and I get that. We all have our secrets but have you thought that maybe there might be some kind of connection that we aren't making because you refuse to see it."

Harry jerked the truck to a harsh stop on the side of the road. He set the truck to a rocking park as he gripped the steering wheel hard. He stared out the windshield avoiding Bobby's gaze for a few moments before finally looking over at man with a callous glare. "Just because I left everything behind, Bobby it doesn't mean I just forgot who or what I am. I didn't forget my education or what I learned in war. I didn't forget what it cost me or any of the people who died. So whatever you're thinking or want to ask would you just spit it out? It's starting to sound like you don't trust me, Bobby."

"I trust you kid." Bobby looked out the window, his eyes focusing on the dying blades of grass and the litter along the shoulder of the road. "I trusted you to run my garage and around my house when I was gone with the Winchesters."

"Then what is this about? What's with all the suspicion?"

"I trust you, Harry. It's Charlie that I just can't seem to trust. " Bobby pulled at his hat before readjusting it on his head and waiting for the inevitable explosion to come from Harry. When it came, it came hard and fast. A hand slammed against the middle of the steering wheel, sending the horn blaring before Harry tore out of the truck. Bobby slipped from his side and moved around to the back of the truck where Harry was fuming. "You have to look at it from my point of view. He just showed up out of nowhere. When Charlie showed up what happened, kid? Everything! Everything went off like a ticking time bomb. Like everything was waiting for the right person to push the button."

Harry folded his arms over his chest and looked down the road as he spoke, "He's my family, Bobby. He wouldn't do this. He wouldn't kill innocent people."

"People change."

"I can't believe that, Bobby." Harry wiped a hand over his lips. "Where's your proof? Why are you all of a sudden bringing this up? Did something happen in your house with the demons when I wasn't there?"

Bobby kicked at the dirt and shoved his hands deep in his pockets. Harry watched the doubt creep over the elder hunter's face and Harry could have hit Bobby for that.

"Bobby, we both know that demons lie. The pull at every insecurity and any little thing that can isolate you from the people you care about. Charlie isn't whatever you're thinking he is." Harry clenched his jaw. "If I knew anything I would tell you. If I had any idea I would figure something out to stop all this because it's not just me dealing with this. There's too much at risk to hide something from you. I've got Teddy and Dean to worry about. Then there's you and Sam right there in my mind too. I just can't risk not telling you everything I know, Bobby."

Bobby nodded before looking down at the ground. "I just had to be sure."

"I appreciate the thought but you just have to give me some space after this." Harry headed for the driver's side door not waiting for Bobby.

When Harry and Bobby made it back to the house, Harry separated from Bobby as quickly as he could. He went straight for his room and Bobby went towards the kitchen. Dean and Teddy were eating bowls of cereal while Sam and Charlie were flipping through a couple of the books that were left out on the table.

Dean eyed Bobby curiously before nudging the messy note towards Bobby, "So what happened to just talking and why's Harry avoiding everyone?"

"What did you do to him?" Teddy asked Bobby with narrowed eyes. "He feels angry."

"I didn't do a thing." Bobby growled out as he filled a cup of coffee and headed out the backdoor and sat on a rocking chair.

"He feels upset." Teddy watched Bobby as he spooned up another bit of cereal and Sam snorted at the obviousness of Teddy's statement.

Dean looked over towards Sam with wide eyes, "Yeah cause that was nothing. That is worse than you on your most emo days."

Sam smacked Dean hard over the back of his head. "You want to handle Harry and I'll talk with Bobby?"

"Uh, no." Dean answered. It took one look from Teddy and Dean was abandoning his cereal and heading down the hallway after Harry. "I don't see why we can't just let them stew and let them figure it out themselves."

Dean rolled his eyes and rapt his knuckles on the bathroom door when he heard the shower running. "Harry? You okay?"

Harry pulled the door open a crack and went back to finishing his shower before answering Dean, "Just dandy."

Dean snorted as he shut the door and leaned against the sink. "Sounds and looks like you're just dandy from the hissy fit you're throwing right now."

"I'm not throwing a hissy fit, Winchester." Harry growled out. "I'm thinking and if it comes off that way then you can just shove it."

Dean's eyes widened at the harsh tones that came rolling off of Harry's lips. Dean waited a second before he went ahead and asked what he wanted to know, risking Harry's temper. "So, what did you and Bobby talk about?"

"Nothing important," Harry turned the shower off and yanked a towel off the rack and wrapped it around his waist. He slipped passed Dean without a thought and moved into their room. "Just leave it, okay? Bobby and I both have a lot to think about and just fuck all if he's right."

Dean raised a brow at Harry's cursing and followed Harry out of the bathroom, "What might he be right about?" He watched as Harry pulled fresh clothes out of the dresser and tossed them onto their bed. "Are you going to tell me anything or am I going to have to start guessing?"

"Dean," Harry stood up with a sigh, "what happened when I wasn't there? Did Bobby talk to the demons? Did they mess with him or something?"

"What did he say to you?" Dean grabbed Harry around the waist, his hands slip sliding along Harry's still moist skin. "Why's he got you so rattled?"

"Would you all stop avoiding my questions?" Harry shoved at Dean to get away from the man but Dean proved to be quicker than he was and he kept his hold on Harry.

"Yes he did talk to the demons. He was trying to figure out what they were after. I can't tell you what exactly they said. You'd have to ask Sam. Why's he got you rattled?"

"He doesn't have me rattled, Dean! He's got me pissed off. To even suggest that I would hold back any kind of information that could ultimately hurt Teddy, or you." Harry ran his fingers through his hair as Dean tugged him down onto the bed. Harry kneeling on either side of Dean's thigh and his towel pulling taunt. "It just makes me so mad he would even think that."

Dean raised a brow and ran his hands up Harry's sides and back down. Dean rested his hands at Harry's hips, his thumbs rubbing circles along the jut of the bone there. "What did he say to you?"

"He didn't say anything, Dean." Harry bit into his lip and let his arms rest on Dean's shoulders. "Just focus on what's really important right now."

"Yeah?" Dean traced his fingers along the edges of Harry's towel with a smirk, "Like you in nothing but this towel, sitting on my lap? Because that is what is looking really important to me at the moment."

Harry rolled his eyes before he tightened his arms around Dean and sealed his lips over Dean's. His tongue pressing against the seam of Dean's lips before Dean was scooting back on the bed and pinning Harry beneath him.

Harry arched up against Dean's weight and exposed a long line of throat to Dean's biting kisses. "Dean."

The vibrating response of, "what?" was pressed against the hollow of Harry's throat as Dean moved down Harry's chest.

"Don't start what you can't finish." Harry breathed out as he tugged on Dean's spiked hair and brought the chapped lips to his own.

"I intended to finish," Dean muttered as he rolled to the side looked over at Harry. "Just might have taken me a little while."

Harry snorted and tangled his fingers with Dean's before pressing their joined hands to his chest. "I'm ready for this to be over. I'm ready for it to just be," Harry shook his head and stood up and started pulling his clothes on. He ignored Dean's curious eyes as he slipped his belt through his jeans and pulled his shirt over his head.

"Ready to be?"

"Nothing, just lets get out there before the shit hits the fan and we all have to hide out in here."

~*~

It took a couple days of everyone camping out at Harry's before they had anything. They started with what the demons told Bobby and then they compared it with what Harry got out of Dean's mind. Harry tapped his pen against the paper, glancing up at the clock trying to figure out how much time he'd have before he'd have before he would have to pick up Teddy from school when it hit him.

He was tearing through the house and grabbing his war books from the training room shelves and tossing them on the kitchen table. "Bobby, the demon told you that when they were in the Devil's Trap they weren't controlled?"

"Compelled," The gruff correction come and Harry snorted as he kept flipping through one of the books. "What do you have there?"

"We kept a log of some of the spell work we used during the war. We used a lot of new techniques and combined old with new. So we logged it and it turns out we broke a few laws in the process."

Charlie grinned as he rounded the table and his eyes widened. "You didn't do that."

"No, you're brother did." Harry shut the book and moved on to the next. "The spell that was compelling the dark creatures? What does that sound like to you, Charlie?"

"It sounds like an Unforgivable." Charlie filled in for the hunters around the table while answering Harry.

"Yeah, it sounds exactly like an Unforgivable." Harry looked up.

"You created a spell that would track the use of Unforgivables," Charlie's eyes widened in awe.

"The location," Harry nodded. "So if the demon was really telling the truth while in that Devil's Trap, Bobby, I can get us a location as to where these people are."

"I don't see why you two are getting excited over there." Bobby broke in. "Anyone could be using those spells around the world right now."

Harry and Charlie shared a look, one that said who gets to break the news? Harry sighed and moved back to the training room coming back with a thin leather bound journal. He set it back on the table. "In about one hundred years of Unforgivable spell use, including two Wizarding Wars there were only a few wizards that were capable of casting an Unforgivable or having an Unforgivable cast on them. People aren't able to use those spells just like Charlie and I were able to use the spells we did at Bobby's. You lose a piece of your soul in order to use those spells. There's something so inherently dark about them, you have to have so much hatred contained in your soul."

Harry shook his head and trailed off when Sam picked up the journal. He grimaced at the state of it as he flipped through it. "It's not even a quarter of the way full."

"You see why it'll be easy to find them." Harry tapped his fingers on the table. "I might pick up a few dark wizards in England which is doubtful because I'm almost positive all of them are dead and the spell wasn't meant for such distance but I'll find them here."

Sam closed the journal softly and held it in his hands before he handed it back over to Harry. "It's our best option, Harry. Do it." Sam said. "How ever you can find them you should do it. We need to stop them before more people die, before more demons show up and destroy another home."

"I need to get a few things," Harry rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "I don't have them on hand here. The closest place that'll have them is a shop over in Dell Rapids."

"Write us out a list and someone will head over to get it." Dean shrugged. "It's what twenty, twenty five minutes from here?"

"It'll have to be Charlie or me who goes." Harry rolled his eyes up towards the ceiling. "It's a magical community and they aren't going to let you any of you into that shop without me or him."

"Awesome." Dean snorted. "Well, I can pick up Teddy if you want to go pick up everything?"

"No," Charlie waved the suggestion off. "As long as you have an exact list I can get it for you. If I run into any problems I'll head out of the community and call then head back in because you know how cell phones are in magical areas."

"Yeah, they tend to spark and fizzle up." Harry grinned as he tugged at a piece of paper and he started listing out what he needed for the mixture of the spell work and potion compound to mark the map. "When you leave pick up two maps."

"Two?" Sam and Charlie both asked.

"Yeah, two maps preferably larger and of the entire country." Harry nodded as he handed the paper over to a baffled Charlie. "There's going to be a hole burned in the map, it would be good to know where exactly we're going."

"Good point." Charlie grinned as he read the list over and grabbed a pen to add the two maps to it before he folded the paper up and tucked it into his wallet. "It would be really bad to forget one of the most essential parts of the plan."

"Yeah it would." Bobby bit out.

~*~

Harry sat in the passenger seat while Dean drove his truck to pick up Teddy. His feet tucked underneath him as his he looked out the window.

"What's the plan when we find them?"

"It sounds bad but we're going to have to kill them, Harry."

"I've done worse, Dean." Harry rubbed a hand over his eyes. "What if they've summoned whatever this thing is that they're trying to summon? What if everything goes wrong?"

"Hopefully it won't come to that but we do what we have to." Dean answered softly. They let the cab of the truck filter into a soft silence before Harry flicked on the radio and Dean smirked at the radio station choice. His fingertips started dancing in rhythm on the armrest next to Harry's arm. Harry shook his head at how relaxed Dean became from the rough sounds of the guitar and the loud vocals. It was the same thing with Teddy. A good song always seemed to calm both of them down, made them forget about what was going on no matter the situation was.

"What's going on in that brain of yours over there?" Dean asked, running his fingers across Harry's arm.

Harry grinned. "Nothing I'm just glad to have Teddy back and to spend a few minutes alone with you two."

"You are such a sap. You know that?" Dean teased as he pulled into the school and they both laughed with Teddy stood up in the line of kids waiting as he spotted the truck.

"You love me anyways." Harry teased back as he got out of the truck to help Teddy get settled in.

"There's no denying that." Dean grinned. Harry looked up with a raised brow, his hands frozen on his seat belt. Dean reached across the seats and pulled the seat belt across Harry's lap and clicked the seat belt in. "Not that I mind playing this game with you, I don't think Teddy wants to see all this."

"Dad," Teddy tapped Harry's shoulder. "Did you have a good day?"

"What? Why?" Harry blinked the cobwebs away.

"You're happy." Teddy shrugged and Dean grinned. "Anyways, today sucked for me."

"Teddy." Harry scolded. "Why wasn't today good?"

"Why else?" Teddy folded his arms over his chest and kicked at his backpack. "Math, it's always math."

Harry settled back against the seat and listened to Teddy chatter on about school while he watched Dean out the corner of his eye. The hunter grinned and laughed at Teddy's antics along with Harry. The mood lightening immensely from what it was earlier. Harry closed his eyes reveling at the sound of Teddy's laughter mixed in with Dean's. His heart beat fast in his chest at the thought of what they were going to do later and the threat that was coming. The threat that they were facing.

~*~

Sam and Charlie had Teddy in the kitchen, trying to keep him occupied and away from Harry in the training room. As soon as Charlie had gotten back to the house with the list of ingredients and the maps Harry, Bobby, and Dean slipped into the training room.

Harry spread one of the maps out on the tiled part of the floor and the combined ingredients appeared almost gel like in the bowl he had it in. He over to where Dean and Bobby were standing, "It might take a few minutes but it'll tell us where any one has used an Unforgivable or any type of Blood Magic in the past few weeks."

Dean listened to the soft Latin pour from Harry's lips and the way he dipped his hand into the dark green gel before spreading it across the map with deft fingers. They waited for a few minutes before the gel started to move and smoke formed before it burst into fire. Dean and Bobby jumped and moved towards Harry but Harry held out a hand to stop them from coming closer. "Just let it run its course."

As soon as the flame fizzled out Harry shook the ash off the paper and set it over the extra map. His eyes traced over the deep cracks in the paper and his finger pressed over the black inky name of the city. Sioux Falls.

The top layer of the first map made Harry's eyes water. The burnt edges where the Unforgiveable spells were used were large. Harry traced over the edge and watched the paper break beneath his skin and he shook his head. "Damn it. You've been here the whole time haven't you? Watching them, watching us, to make sure we weren't doing anything to get to close to you. The moment we did you attacked."

"Well," Bobby prompted when Harry started whispering furiously to himself.

Harry closed his eyes before he looked up and focused on Dean with a sad smile on his face, "They're here." He handed the set of maps over to Dean as he stood up and grabbed up the bowl to clean up the mess. Harry stopped by the door on his way out towards the kitchen and he looked over his shoulder with a defeated sigh. "It looks like they've always been here."

To Part Seventeen ...