Nightmares in Dakota Part 17/18 - 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 took quiet steps out of the training room and stopped right at the edge of the edge of the hallway and the living room. He stood watching silently watching as Teddy chattered back and forth between Sam and Charlie. All of them were oblivious as to what was going on. All three of them left unaware of what he had just figured out.

Harry gripped the molding where the walls met and he felt everything break inside him. Everything was telling him that it couldn't be Charlie who was a part of this, but now? With the threat so close to home, with all the doubt and fear creeping in? He couldn't be sure. He couldn't be sure of anything except for one thing and that was his absolute need to protect Teddy over everything else.

Teddy lifted his head up and looked around the room and Harry knew he had been caught when the runt made a move to scoot away from the table and search the negative emotions he was feeling out. Harry popped out from around the corner and into the kitchen, swallowing down his guilt from ignoring Teddy's confusion as he made quick work cleaning the bowl out and setting it to dry.

He ground he teeth together, trying his best to calm the turmoil pulsing beneath his skin. He let the soft tones of Sam speaking with Teddy and the sound of the music they had turned on take his mind off of everything. When a warm hand landed on his shoulder he flinched. The reaction was immediate, a switch had been flipped in his mind and he needed to protect those he loved.

Dean's wrist was pinned tight and harsh against his back, Harry backed off of Dean with wide eyes after he realized what he had done. Harry looked around the room and closed his eyes against the shocked eyes staring at him.

"Merlin," Harry whispered, "I'm sorry."

"I'm fine." Dean rolled his shoulders and rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly. "I was actually coming to talk to you."

Harry shifted on his feet before his eyes darted towards the backdoor, "Just give me a second. Teddy, can you come with me?"

Teddy moved with Harry and they went out onto the back porch. They were sitting on the steps side by side. Harry had an arm wound tight around Teddy's shoulders breathing in the scent of the outdoors and for a second before he rested his face on his knees facing Teddy.

"What's wrong?" Teddy asked quietly.

"I'm just worried," Harry reached out a hand to run his fingers through Teddy's auburn locks. "You know how I am and how I get sometimes."

"I'll be eight soon." Teddy said looking out across the yard.

"I know." Harry followed Teddy's line of sight. "How could I forget your birthday, Squirt?"

"Why does it feel like there's something really bad about to happen?" Teddy's fingers traced out that stains across the planks of the wood. "Like it doesn't matter that I'm about to turn eight?"

Harry let out a gasp before pulling Teddy onto his lap and burying his nose in the soft locks as Teddy wrapped his arms around Harry's back. "It matters the world to me."

Dean turned around in the kitchen and looked at the three grown men in the kitchen before he let out a strangled sigh. "What was that?"

Bobby looked straight towards Charlie waiting for some kind of answer and Charlie looked straight out the window towards Harry, ignoring the curious gazes of the hunters. The white knuckled fist, his watery eyes and his tense muscles had each of them turning to look where he was.

Harry and Teddy huddled close together talking softly, about only god knows what but the look on Teddy's face when he looked up at Harry was heart wrenching. Almost as if he knew something bad were coming and none of them were going to be able to stop it.

"I wish I knew what to do." Charlie whispered, "I wish I could stop this."

Dean curled his fingers into his palm so tight they bit into his skin, making moon shaped cuts from his fingernails, "What do you mean, Charlie? What do you mean that you wish you could stop this?"

"I should be able to do more than sit back and watch." Charlie snorted. "Harry and I have both gone through a war you can't even come close to imagining how horrible it was and I don't know what to do. I'm not trained against demons. I don't know what is going on or what has all of you so scared. So what am I supposed to do? What can I do? They're my family and I don't know how to protect them!"

Dean looked at Bobby from the corner of his eye, trying to figure out if Charlie was being honest or not. Bobby had tugged his hat down over his eyes and was rubbing at his chin. Sam cast a quick look between Bobby and Dean, trying to figure out what he had missed and it was like all the cards shuffled into place.

They needed to get what Harry found out in the open and it would scare what ever Charlie was hiding out into the open. He'd run if it was him behind all of this. Sam pulled out a chair at the table and nudged out one next to him as a general indicator for the rest of them to follow suit and he waited for them to sit.

"So what did you find out?"

Dean passed over the maps and Sam lined them up and took in the burnt splotches of paper. His eyes tracked the marks. Where he and Dean first took the case and messed up because they weren't thorough enough, then where he and Dean were taken hostage and tortured. The burn marks jumped to where they holed up to heal up and finally the worst of the damage to the map surrounded Sioux Falls.

"What does this mean?" Sam asked without taking his eyes from the map, still trying to understand what he was seeing.

"Harry says it means that they've always been here." Bobby answered and Charlie hovered over Sam's shoulder to get a look at it for the first time. He let out a startled gasp and turned away from the table.

"And none of us knew." Charlie bit into his lip before he rubbed at his forehead, "They were probably watching the entire time."

"Funny, both you and Harry said the same exact thing."

"Similar pasts," Charlie murmured, "Similar career choices, well at least before he left home and came here."

"Huh," Dean looked over towards Sam and rolled his lips together in thought. He mulled over Charlie's words, similar career choices. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he and Sam were on the same page. Dragons and fighting bad guys were no where near similar career choices. One of the two wizards were lying about what they did before making their way over to the states.

"What's going on?" Harry asked as he and Teddy made their way back into the house tucked in tight against each other. "Even I can feel like there is something going on in here."

"We can't do this," Bobby said and nodded towards Charlie as he spoke, "Not with him hanging around like he is."

"Me?" Charlie looked around and stepped back looking around the room. "No, you've got to be kidding. You think I'm involved in this?"

A blanket of silence wrapped around the room and Harry watched the fire grow in Charlie's eyes. The slow burn which had been there since everything started happening grew wild and uncontainable as the red head tore through the house and towards the room he had been staying in.

Harry looked towards Dean, "Watch Teddy," before he was chasing after Charlie ignoring Bobby and Sam's warnings not to follow. Harry headed into the spare room and Charlie was already throwing his clothes into a bag and not caring how they landed. Harry took the clothes right back out and Charlie let out an angry growl.

"Leave it Harry before I use magic and make them stay."

"I don't think it's you, Charlie." Harry reached out to reassure the furious wizard but he jerked away.

"Really? Because it feels like it! It's felt like something was up since Taggart died. Hell since I showed up but I just thought it was because we hadn't seen each other in forever but now? Now that I know you think I'm part of this? No, I'm not taking it and I'm not staying here if there is any doubt that I could do such a thing."

"I never thought you would!" Harry yelled. "I even told Bobby that and he thinks I'm stupid for believing that. Damn it Charlie would you just stop for two seconds and look at me!"

"You are stupid, Harry." Charlie grabbed Harry's shoulders, his fingers digging into Harry's skin hard enough to bruise. Charlie lost all the anger and all the frustration to have it replaced with fear, desperation, and hopelessness. "You are so stupid it hurts every time I see you with Teddy and that you're so in love with Dean. You are so stupid to believe you were safe here."

"Charlie," Harry's voice went flat and even, tone that had Charlie loosening his grip on Harry's shoulders and stepping away from him. "What are you saying?"

Charlie gathered all the clothes Harry had taken out of his bag and dropped them back in. He moved across the room and picked up a battered looking pendant and gave a sad smile before he answered Harry, "What I'm saying is that I am sorry. I should have never come here, Harry. I never should have risked seeing you, even if you were the last of my family."

Harry watched as the portkey took Charlie away and he nodded to himself. He immediately thought back to what he would have done while searching out enemy property. He dug through the nightstand and found it empty as if Charlie had never used it. Harry felt the sides of the mattress for cuts and found nothing and he flipped it off the box spring and nothing was there and he went for the closet. Shoes, clothes but nothing incriminating. Harry let a wild fist hit the wall before he moved around the room trying to focus. The battered pendant, Charlie grabbed it off the shelf.

Harry moved across the room and he was plucking books off the bottom of the shelf flipping through the pages and finding nothing and as he moved up to where the pendant laid he let his fingers trace over the one thing that probably gave him a little bit of hope that Charlie might not be who they thought he was.

~*~

"He's gone." Harry muttered as he moved through the house and into the kitchen. He ignored the incredulous gazes that he was getting from around the room as he sunk into the couch and he tossed Charlie's wand onto the coffee table. Emerald eyes stared at up at the ceiling before he felt the light weight of Teddy settling next to him.

"Gone?" Bobby bit out and Harry nodded. "How'd he just leave? No, how did you just let him leave?"

"I didn't let him." Harry looked down at the carpet, "He knew he was going to have to leave. He portkeyed out of here. He apologized and he left, leaving behind the one thing that would save himself if he ever saw any of us again."

Harry stood up and grabbed Teddy's hand, "Come on Squirt, we need to get you cleaned up some dinner in that rumbling belly of yours and into bed. You look like you're about to fall over cause you're so tired." Teddy gave a sleepy yawn before disappearing with Harry down the hallway.

Dean looked at the harmless piece of wood lying on the coffee table before meeting Sam's wide eyes and Sam was the first person in the room to say anything. "He said us, Dean."

"I heard that, Sam." Dean nodded and caught Bobby's eye, "I don't think he really believes that Charlie is part of whatever is going on here."

"But he'll do whatever he has to in order to keep you and that kid safe." Bobby sighed before scooping up the wand. "I'll keep it tucked somewhere safe somewhere no one will ever think to find it."

Dean nodded and watched as Bobby disappeared from the house and Sam fixed him with one of those sad smiles that said he wasn't quite sure what to say or do that would make everything better. That he wasn't quite sure how to fix this.

"We should make dinner or try to do something for once." Dean suggested. "Let Harry figure his shit out."

"What about you, Dean?" Sam asked.

"I was fine, Sam. I was actually more than fine." Dean snorted. "For once I was happy and well I guess what they say is true. When it rains it pours."

Sam swallowed and nodded, "The story of our life, man."

Dean shuffled around the cabinets and the fridge before he pulled out frozen pizzas and fiddled with the oven, "I just don't like seeing him that way."

"You really care about him, don't you?"

Cautious eyes met Sam and Dean gave a slow nod before he sat down at the kitchen table. "I just wish that this all was over with. That we could settle down and take a deep breath without having to look over our shoulders for the next monster out there."

~*~

Harry let the scalding water pour over his shoulders and down his back, taking deep breaths of steam into his lungs. He could hear Charlie's words echoing in his head. You are so stupid it hurts every time I see you with Teddy and that you're so in love with Dean. Harry sighed. You are so stupid to believe you were safe here. He was safe here. He and Teddy were still safe here and they would be safe here as long as they had the Winchesters and Bobby by their side.

You are so stupid it hurts every time I see you with Teddy and that you're so in love with Dean. Harry let out a worn out sigh and turned off the shower. He grabbed the towel and patted his skin dry before wrapping it around his waist and padding into his bedroom.

Dean was curled up on his side, his nose buried in the side of Harry's pillow. His eyes barely open but tracking Harry's movements around the room. He watched Harry get ready for bed. Harry slid between the sheets his hand immediately sliding over Dean's skin as he moved closer.

"Hey," Dean whispered and Harry took that as his cue to move even closer. "You okay?"

Harry stayed quiet as he let his fingers dance along the sides of Dean's face. He traced along the soft bow of Dean's lips with his thumbs and let his fingers fan out across his cheeks. Dean's lips parted against Harry's soft touches, warm breath fanning over Harry's fingers as Harry's hands slid to cradle Dean's face.

Harry pressed in closer, his lips pressing warm against Dean's. Dean took a deep breath through his nose before he was gripping Harry tight and pinning Harry beneath him. Wide eyes looked down at Harry's bottle green eyes and Dean could feel everything that Harry was feeling. He let his hands smooth out the worry at the corner of Harry's eyes before he placed ginger kisses at closed lids and he feel the body wracking relief that flowed through Harry from the action.

"Harry, look at me?" Dean asked and he waited until Harry's eyes fluttered open. "It's going to be okay."

Harry licked his lips and focused on the way Dean made him feel; safe, protected, real, alive. He made it feel like it really was going to be okay no matter what happened, no matter what they had gone through everything would be okay. Harry nodded and Dean carded his fingers through Harry's locks bringing their lips together in a slow burning kiss.

Fingers slipped beneath Harry's shirt and with slow, teasing touches Dean slipped it up and over Harry's head leaving open mouthed kisses in its wake. Harry wrapped his arms around Dean's neck pulling him in for another kiss. Their noses brushing, breaths gasping and twisting together as Harry's hips bucked upwards against Dean's and Dean let out a strangled groan.

Harry's hands slid down along the bare contours of muscle of Dean's back, his fingers dipping below the elastic of the sleep pants the hunter was wearing pushing them down just enough to tease. The pads of his fingers pressing along the sensitive skin just below Dean's naval and Harry's lips curved upwards at Dean's breathy moan, the widening of his pupils from the promise and anticipation of Harry's touch.

They shed the last of their clothes with glazed focus and fleeting touches. The need for skin, for more was over coming any sense of taking it slow. Reassuring touches became bruising and warm open mouth kisses became claiming.

~*~

Harry lay on his side next to Dean, his hand pressed over Dean's heart. The soft gentle rhythm slowly pulled him from sleep. Sitting up, Harry glanced down at the marks he left on Dean's skin and he felt a satisfied hum pull from his chest before he could stop himself. Harry shook his head and pressed a kiss along the Dean's temple before he gathered up clothes for the day and showered quickly.

The house was quiet as he made his way through the kitchen and Harry sighed, six AM. He hated mornings like this. It was too early to drag anyone else from bed but he had so much nervous energy he didn't know what to do with himself. It was as if he could feel that today was the day that something bad was going to happen and there was nothing to be done to stop it.

"You're up early." Sam's voice had Harry spinning around with a hand pressed to his chest.

"Yeah, just anxious I guess." Harry shrugged and he moved to start coffee. "Why are you up so early?"

"Probably the same reason you are." Sam answered as he leaned against the counter next to Harry, both of them waiting for the coffee to brew. "Today feels wrong. You can't just sleep through that feeling no matter how hard you try."

"I know," Harry nodded. "I'm going to make another run out to Dell Rapids before everyone wakes up. Think you can watch out for Teddy and Dean while I'm gone?"

"Please," Sam rolled his eyes but the tension that riddled his posture as soon as Harry mentioned the magical community had Harry worried. Both of them knew exactly what this meant, what Harry was going to try and do today. "Be careful out there."

"Always am." Harry gave a half smile and tapped Sam on the shoulder with a closed fist. "I might not be able to answer my cell because of the reception is a bit of a mess and tends to fry electronics but I'll call as soon as I head in and as soon as I head out."

"Okay," Sam nodded. "Just don't take long."

"I won't." Harry gave a sad smile as he looked around the house in a long sweeping glance and he swiped his keys up and with deliberate forced steps he left.

~*~

Harry was in and out of Dell Rapids as quick as he could be. All the ingredients he needed and he just needed to pick up two more maps then he'd be on his way back. He stopped at the petrol station and as soon as he picked up two copies of the maps he felt all the hairs on the back of his neck raise on end.

Setting the maps back in the white wired racks Harry looked up and met the wide grin of another could be customer and he shook his head. He snatched the maps up and headed for the register when a hand shot out and wrapped around his wrist. "You are a very surprising person to find in these parts, Lord Potter."

Harry could feel the power crackling down his arm and through his chest. He looked up and met the inky eyes of a blonde haired woman. "It's just Harry."

"Well just Harry, what's even more surprising is the company you keep." She tilted her head, taking Harry in all at once. "They are known for killing our kind and yet you still associate with them. It is baffling."

"We aren't the same."

"Oh but we are." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was almost as if she had tasted something so satisfying she felt the need to share with everyone around her. "We've both killed, spilled the blood of innocents to get what we wanted."

Harry felt the bile in his stomach roil at her words before he tried to calm himself. "I fought in a war. They made a choice to fight. It was not my fault they died. What are you doing besides killing for your own gain?"

"Keep telling yourself that it was all in the name of war. We both know there's a part of you that you keep hidden deep down inside that relished every kill you racked up, every soul you tore from those lifeless bodies." She grinned and looked over Harry's shoulder and gave a slight nod of her head, "As for what I'm doing, think bigger picture. This is going to be bigger than what anyone ever imagined. We won't ever have to hide, there won't have to be any more secrets about who we are."

"And you plan on doing this by using Blood magic and Unforgivables? By killing humans with ritual sacrifices?" Harry asked in a harsh whisper as he saw the people enclosing in around them.

"The blood of family, the blood of the bonded will serve as the gateway of eternity." She said serenely. "He shall walk upon us."

Harry's eyes widened and she grinned, "So you do know what is going to happen when I find just the right pair."

"Don't do this." Harry whispered. "If you allow him to walk, he will destroy our kind even if it were you who brought him here."

"I found them," She leaned in towards Harry with a wicked smile on her face. "It's odd how it worked out. His brother wasn't good enough but you, oh you are perfect dear. Just the right combination of my magic and their bond is needed to open up the gateway."

"You're going to kill us all." Harry took a step back and felt the charge and burn against his skin before he could react.

~*~

Sam eyed the clock, his brows etched with worry. Harry should have been back by now, soon everyone else would be waking up and he would have some explaining to do. He should have told Harry to wait. Not to go so early or he should have went with him in the first place. Two people were always better than one, back up.

"Damn it!" Sam growled out as he hung up his cell phone again, he knew better. They all knew better. He looked up when Dean shuffled into the kitchen with a content sleepy smile and his heart broke a little bit for his brother.

"Morning, Sam." Dean went straight for the new batch of coffee and looked around the kitchen and living room. "Where's Harry?"

Sam hesitated and Dean set his cup of coffee down before he was moving across the space separating him and Sam, repeating the question that Sam couldn't answer, "Where is he, Sam?"

"He should be back by now." Sam whispered out, his eyes darting out towards the driveway. "He should have been back by now. I should have gone with him. I don't know why I let him go by himself."

"Where'd he go, Sam?" Dean asked through gritted teeth, the muscles in his shoulders jumping.

"Dell Rapids."

"Why'd he go there?"

"Because he needed to get more ingredients for that spell," Sam threw out an arm gesturing at nothing. "Today feels all wrong, Dean! Every last second of it feels wrong. Whatever was going to happen? It's going to happen today. He and I both knew it and he wanted to figure out where we had to go but he hasn't come back yet and I can't get in touch with him."

Dean nodded and took a deep breath, "How long as he been gone, Sam?"

"Since six."

"Six?" Dean's eyes widened as he looked at the clock on the wall. "It's nine, Sam. It didn't cross your mind to wake me up?"

"He called when he got there, around six thirty. He said he would call when he was leaving and he hasn't." Sam explained. "It took Charlie about two hours and damn it Dean, I should have went with him."

Both Sam and Dean stood staring at each other for a few moments before Dean left the kitchen. Sam let out a long sigh and sat at the table slouched over and pale. Dean came back in and set the maps Harry had made yesterday on the table in front of Sam, he tapped a finger on a charred area, "What's that say?"

"It's right in between Dell Rapids and here." Sam looked up at Dean, a bit of hope flaring in his chest.

"I have a feeling someone with red hair ratted us out and they took Harry there. We're gearing up and heading out there. Eat something and get ready, we're leaving in thirty minutes Sam. I'm going to get Bobby and he's going to watch Teddy and have him at the ready here."

~*~

When Harry came to he was tied to a table just like the one he had seen in Sam's mind. The bindings were the same. Even the smell of the place was the same smoke and iron filled smell of Sam's memory. Except this time he could taste it in the back of his throat, a slow trickle of blood and pain.

Harry knew as soon as he looked over across the room he'd see the same thing, and what to expect. Tilting his head to the side he took in the pentagram and noticed how much of it was finished and wondered how long he had actually been here for them to have gotten so much of it done. The thick lines and sharp points all meeting up together.

Harry closed his eyes tight and he tested the restraints. There wasn't anything magically holding him to the table now, just rope and someone who understood how to use it. Harry opened his eyes when he heard footsteps and he counted the people who walked into the room. Three witches, two wizards. Swallowing down the anger and the revulsion at where he was Harry concentrated on what he needed to do to get out of here without gathering the attention of the people who caught him.

He focused on getting back to Teddy, back to Dean and he could feel the tendrils of magic licking down his skin. He watched each of the people in the room to see if they noticed anything, if he gave anything away. Harry could feel the bindings loosen around his wrists before twin sets of charcoal eyes latched onto him.

The blonde haired witch walked over towards Harry, her hips swaying and her feet bare against the bloody floor. "You're awake, Lord Potter. A testament to how powerful you really are, to what a perfect match this will be. How pleased he will be."

"It's Harry." Harry ground out, "I haven't been Lord Potter for years."

"They're coming for you, did you know?" She leaned down, her hair falling over Harry's face, "They have the misguided notion and they need to save their newest family member."

"Then you should be worried." Harry warned before a hand jerked his head back and a vial was thrust in his mouth, liquid gushing into his mouth. He started choking and met gleeful eyes. A bright light fluttered up above and the effects of the spell and potion twining together had Harry arching up against his restraints. The ropes burned his skin as he thrashed against the white hot burn flowing through his veins and across his skin.

"You are the one who should be worried, Harry," She trailed a cool finger across his cheek as she spoke, "We increased the toxins threefold just for you and your bonded. It shouldn't take long for you to go under."

Harry felt the tears welling up involuntarily as they spilled over. His fingers curled up to bite into his palms until he flattened them against the table to stop from hurting himself anymore. His teeth bit into the insides of his cheek, trying to hold in agonizing screams.

He needed to concentrate on his core, he needed to find that pull to fight and get out of the ropes holding him to the table. If he could move he could focus on something other than the pain. Charlie's words filtered through his mind again: You are so stupid it hurts every time I see you with Teddy and that you're so in love with Dean. You're so in love with Dean. Every time I see you with Teddy.

Teddy.

Harry felt the tendrils of his magic fighting against the spell and the potion working together as the bindings loosened along his wrists and ankles. Harry fought against the urge to curl into himself and he watched the happy movements of his captors.

~*~

Sam and Dean were jogging out to the Impala but stopped at the sight of a red head leaning against the black car. Dean immediately went for his gun and Charlie gave a sad smile. "You can shoot me but I don't think that would be a good idea."

"Give me one reason!" Dean growled out as he rushed the wizard. "They have him! They have Harry!"

"I know where they have him and I have back up." Charlie nodded over his shoulder and a few people in colorful robes crept out from the middle of nowhere. "I'm not who you think I am, Dean. I'm not the bad guy and I don't really have time to explain if we want to get to Harry in time."

Dean bit down on his lip and ignored everything that was telling him not to trust Charlie, "I will find you if you disappear on us and if anything is wrong with Harry."

Charlie nodded, "I wouldn't expect anything less of you."

With quick pops the handful of men that were on the street vanished from view. They were in the car and Dean was driving only focusing on getting to Harry. The Impala took careening turnings and slid on the wet roads.

"It's just ahead." Charlie pointed towards a rundown house and Dean slammed on the brakes so hard they all braced themselves with a hand to whatever was in front of them. "It's not going to be pretty."

"We know," Sam voice cracked as they slid from the car and towards the building, "If we had time we'd want to know how you knew."

"You don't remember, do you?" Charlie asked with wide eyes as they stopped right next to the door. Charlie gestured towards invisible figures and the Winchesters watched as they appeared and moved in closer towards the house. "Later, right now Harry. We go in low."

As soon as they tried to move closer to the open the door a flock of demons poured out of the trees and towards them. Both Sam and Dean made a snap decision. Dean pressed a flask of holy water to Charlie's chest, "Use this and be sure to get their skin."

Sam looked over towards Charlie, "We've got salt rounds, we'll cover you if it comes down to it but don't let it."

"I know the rules and I've got magic on my side." Charlie nodded and he stepped back to let the Winchesters move into their element in a flurry of movement. They were latching onto the demons and clouds of black dust raced upwards towards the sky. It didn't take long for Charlie's men to catch on to what was going on they were acting just as effectively, conjuring up salt and holy water. Anything that could disable the demons long enough for them to get into the house.

Dean felt something knock him hard on the side of the face bringing him down to his knees with a gasp before Charlie was tugging him back to his feet and a with a wild arch of holy water a line of demon slid back.

"Thanks," Dean muttered.

Charlie nodded and kept moving, avoiding Dean and Sam's gun shots. Something was going on inside this house if the demons were getting more vicious outside. Dean dodged a blow to the face to get one straight to the gut. There wasn't going to be any time for exorcisms. All they had time for was to disable the vessels and get inside. They needed to get to Harry.

"Fuck," Dean swiped a hand over his face and it came away bloody and dirty. "Come on, you've got to be kidding and army of demons and all I want is to get to Harry."

A loud crack of Sam's sawed off had him refocusing and moving in closer towards the house. Charlie had made a wide gesture and they were all moving in closer towards the house. Both he and Sam had taken a beating form the demons as they tried to open the door but it was a no go.

One of Charlie's men ended up spelling the door open and both Dean and Sam choked on the smell that assaulted their nose. Dean immediately saw the shock on several people's faces and it was a blur of movement. He needed to find Harry. Both he and Sam were ducking from beams of light and loud shouts of Latin as they moved.

They both froze when they saw the blood covering the floor, they knew what it meant. It was like a switch had flipped inside of them when they heard the strangled groans and the thrashing of someone bound. Cool metal fit easily in the palm of their hands, Charlie caught their eyes and he gave a swift nod and suddenly the building was over run by a cacophony of sound, lights, men, and smell.

Dean had one goal in mind as he moved through the dank gutted house and that was to find Harry. He wasn't on the tables and the ropes were tangled up on the floor. Harry was gone and Dean was about to lose it. Sam grabbed Dean's shoulder and pointed towards the floor and the both tracked the trail of blood droplets and the shuffled fighting shoe marks.

The hallway was dark and quiet compared to the main room and they could hear panting breaths, "You see it's going to work out. No matter who comes to save you, it will always work out. You can feel it can't you?"

There was a muffled groan then a bright jade light that had both Dean and Sam running around the corner, Harry was curled into himself looking up at the blonde haired woman. "I told you we were just the same, Harry. You want me to hurt just as much as I wanted this to happen."

"There's a difference between us." Harry growled out. "I want you dead for what you're doing. I want you and every one of your followers gone from this world."

She bent down low and grinned, "They might kill me, and they might stop us but I'll take you with me to hell for this. That potion and that spell, they are killing you. Every minute it ruins through your veins it damages your body. You think you're strong but you're just as weak as the rest of us."

Harry surprised each of them by shakily getting to his feet and grabbing her arm in a bruising grip, his face lined with pain as he spoke, "I am not weak."

"I knew you were the perfect sacrifice." She gave a serene smile, "His time will come."

Harry ducked his head down to his chest before he took a deep breath, "You will die before that ever happens."

"You have no power." She grinned down at Harry before she pried his hand off her arms and Harry shot a defiant glare at her.

"Are you sure about that?" Harry asked. "It doesn't take much strength for this."

Both Dean and Sam were moving across the threshold as the bright sliver of green dug into her chest just as a knife would have. Inky eyes slide to a soft grey and a stuttered breath escaped her chest. Harry swayed on his feet and crumpled against the broken blonde vessel, pain taking hold.

"Fuck this really hurts." Harry bit out as he rolled onto his side.

"Harry," Dean slid to his knees and gathered Harry's face in his hands. "Harry."

"You're hurt," Harry reached up a shaky hand and brushed at the drying blood beneath the cut on Dean's face.

"I'm not the only one," Dean whispered as he noticed the way Harry's muscles were still jumping from the effects of the potion and the spell work. He checked Harry's pupils and looked up at Sam hoping for some kind of answer.

"It stopped when we killed them, Dean. It stopped before then for us." Sam struggled to find an explanation for what was going on and Dean gave a small shake of his head and gathered Harry close, rubbing a hand down Harry's spine. He grimaced at the way Harry's fingers curled into his jacket in a white knuckled grip and his breathing became labored.

Charlie slid passed the doorframe along with a robed man and they both flew into the room and stopped next to Dean and Harry.

"Henish, we need the potions, now." Charlie directed and the robed man started handing over vials of potions and Charlie was already maneuvering Harry around on Dean's lap and shoving the concoctions down Harry's throat.

~*~

Two Weeks Later

Harry stretched against the warmth surrounding him, the hand resting against the steady beat of his heart. He turned to face the still bruised face of Dean. He rested his face beneath Dean's chin and breathed in the hunters scent, reassuring himself of Dean's presence. He felt Dean's hold tighten around his waist and Harry couldn't help the small quirk of his lips from that action.

"You awake in there?" Dean asked with a rough voice.

"Barely," Harry answered tilting his head back to look up into Dean's sleepy eyes.

"Barely is good enough," Dean answered before pressing a gentle kiss along Harry's lips and letting it deepen just enough for Harry to grow out of breath. "You look good enough to eat."

Harry grinned and pressed another kiss to Dean's lips, "You always think that, lets get out of bed before we get distracted. Teddy should be here soon."

"It's a good thing I love him, little man is always interrupting," Dean sighed and Harry let out a loud laugh. "Of course you too."

"I'd say so." Harry pressed another kiss to Dean's waiting lips and slid from the bed smoothing out his shirt and pants. "You know, I love you too. Right?"

Dean gave Harry a soft smile before he stood up and rounded the bed wrapping his arms around Harry, "Kind of hard to miss but as girly as it's going to sound, it's good hearing it out loud."

"Come on let's get out of here before we get distracted." Harry grinned up at Dean and headed towards the kitchen with Dean's arms around his waist and his chin tucked at Harry's shoulder.

They came around the corner to see Bobby and Charlie sitting across from each other tense at the table, Dean pulled Harry back so they could listen in.

"I guess I owe you an apology," Bobby muttered as he sat next to Charlie sipping on a cup of coffee.

"You were protecting your family," Charlie eyed the gruff hunter and shrugged. "I would have thought the same thing."

"You saved those boys," Bobby muttered. "All of them."

"I was stupid and lucky to have found Sam and Dean. I went in without back up and loosened ropes. They did all the hard work and ended up with weeks of recuperation for my lousy work. That wasn't saving them."

"They are still alive." Bobby silenced Charlie. "Teddy still has his father. You saved them."

"That was Dean who saved Harry," Charlie grinned but his grin faltered. "If Dean wouldn't have been there keeping Harry awake during the time it took us to figure out that Harry's potions were tripled he would have died. I wish I could have told someone, I was put under an oath and every time I went to speak about it, it was an electric shock to the system."

"It's over right?"

"Yeah," Charlie nodded. "Paper work has been filed and Dean's face still looks like road kill."

Dean went to say something but Harry smacked a hand over Dean's mouth with a wide grin and couldn't help but chuckle when Bobby smacked Charlie over the back of the head, "We should figure out dinner before they wake up."

"Oh, meaning Harry and Dean?" Charlie rolled his eyes. "He's okay, right?"

"Harry?" Bobby asked. "He's doing okay. Still flinches like a wild animal whenever someone gets too close other than us. He's quiet but that's how he is."

It was Dean's turn to put a hand over Harry's mouth to keep the man quiet, to let the two work out their problems and find a common ground. Harry glared at Dean but kept his mouth shut.

"Has he smiled?" Charlie asked and he ignored the odd look he got from Bobby. "My mom used to talk about how he never smiled after the war but when I got here I've never seen him so happy. If that was ruined because the world he left behind couldn't contain its evil I don't know what I'd do."

"I'll let you be the judge of that." Bobby shrugged as he moved towards the fridge and growled. "Edible sound good? Cause if that's the case I ain't cooking."

"That's always a good idea." Charlie nodded and grinned when Bobby snatched up his keys and headed out the door. As soon as Bobby was out the door both Harry and Dean rounded the corner and Charlie sighed. "So did you listen to the entire conversation or just part of it?"

"My face does not look like road kill, dude."

"And I don't flinch like a wild animal."

"Have you looked in a mirror?" Charlie asked Dean and the red head just looked at Harry before he smacked down a hand on the table and Harry jumped. "Right, so I'll take Bobby's word over you two any day of the week. I like him, he's a keeper."

"Right, when's Squirt getting home?" Harry asked, "He's always on my team."

"Sam's bringing him to pick out some more books after he picked him up from school, it could be hours." Dean pointed out and Harry groaned as he buried his face in Dean's neck. "We're doomed."