Sticky Sweet - HP/SPN - 04/?
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.
Author's Notes: Still a little angsty but we're heading into happier territory folks!
Past
Harry woke up with sheets tangled around his legs and his house entirely too quiet to handle. The silence became something he had come to not trust. When it got this quiet across every room it made it feel like it was starting all over again. His heart was crumbling in his chest. Rubbing a hand across the steady ache of his heart, Harry let out a strangled sigh. There wasn’t a point in wallowing. Not when he knew what he should expect. It was best to get it over with. Read the note that held empty promises of Gabriel’s return and maybe this time he could move on. It’s all he could do.
Stepping into the kitchen Harry closed his eyes tightly. His fingertips curled tightly into his palms. There it was in black and white propped against a tepid mug of hot chocolate. It was just more words that meant nothing to Gabriel as he strung them along on loose leaf paper and disappeared without a word. Harry picked up the paper, his eyes watering and his fist crushing the paper as he read the note. He knew it was coming, so why did it hurt so much?
Letting out a harsh yell, Harry grabbed the mug and hurled it at the wall. The murky liquid dribbling down the wall as Harry went after everything else he could get his hands on. Plates that were left over from dinner last night, wine glasses that cost a small fortune. He destroyed everything he could get his hands on. Nothing he did made the hurt go away. It just made it worse with every shard that joined the rest on the floor.
Harry fell heavy against the fridge and the floor staring at the mess he made. He leaned his head back on the fridge and focused on the picture of him and Gabe, smiles and laughter in their eyes. It was a reminder of what he’d probably never have again. Grabbing half of a coffee cup, Harry chucked it at the picture knocking it off the wall, giving up on the one person who ever made him feel whole.
Present
It was quiet. It was the kind of quiet that Harry had come to expect with Gabriel. Something good would finally happen and then the angel would disappear. He was almost afraid to get out of bed and to walk to few steps it would take to make it into the kitchen. Harry curled his fingers into the comforter and pulled it over his head, trying to hide from the day just a little bit longer. It didn’t matter anymore. He’d figure out how to fix the archangel and get Gabriel and his merry band of hunters out of his hair. He’d be able to go back to some semblance of a normal life.
The sound of whistling broke through his thoughts. It was soft enough to sound like it was coming from the kitchen right before something clattered to the floor followed by loud cursing. Harry threw the covers back and slipped down the hallway to see what was actually happening in his kitchen. He stopped just around the corner listening to Gabriel grumbling, “Don’t know how he always did this. If I could just snap these into existence I’d be down but no, can’t do that. I’ve burnt myself how many times trying to make a bread substance for breakfast? I’m an archangel, I can do this.”
Harry snorted at the pep talk that was happening in his kitchen over pancakes. Wiping a hand over his face Harry slid of from his hiding place and padded around the corner and into the kitchen. He grinned at the sight Gabriel presented. He had flour on his cheek along with every surface he could manage to get it on in the kitchen. He was staring at Harry’s recipe looking so lost Harry had to interrupt before he gave in and actually snapped the pancakes into existence.
“You want some help?”
“No,” Gabriel growled out. “I’m determined to make these. One way or another they will be made.”
“If you let me help they’ll be made a lot faster and then you can get to the sugary goodness known as syrup quicker.” Harry offered. Gabriel’s eyes lit up and then narrowed as if he knew Harry was bribing him.
“Fine, you can help but I have to learn how to do this stuff somehow.” Gabriel pointed out as Harry stepped around the counter grinning at the flour that dotted the floor. “I mean, I gotta take care of us both.”
Harry looked down at his hands before he looked over at Gabriel grinning, “Yeah, you kind of do until I figure out how to fix you, you defect archangel.”
“Hey!” Gabriel poked Harry in the shoulder, “Alright, now teach me oh wise one.”
“It’s really easy,” Harry magicked the mess Gabriel made off the floor and counters before starting over. He grinned when he noticed the flour still dotting the archangel’s face. “You’re just making it more difficult than it really needs to be.”
“I’ve heard the best things in life are the most difficult to get back but they’re worth it,” Gabriel bit into his lip before focusing on what Harry was showing him. He did an internal fist pump at the wave of happiness that felt distinctly of Harry.
Harry and Gabriel sat next to each other munching on their pancakes quietly before Harry broke the silence, “Where are Sam and Dean at today?”
“Went out for the day. They had some errands to run, items to restock on while they’re taking a vacation.” Gabriel air quoted the word vacation as he answered Harry swirling a slice of pancake in the pond of syrup on his plate, “I figured it would be better for them to be out of your place for now. You were giving so serious jealousy vibes every time Dean got near me.”
Harry choked and reached for his glass of juice to clear his throat refusing to meet Gabriel’s eyes. “I did not.”
“You did too,” Gabriel grinned. “Every time Dean touched me after you linked us up you’d go all Hulk Smash. I can’t say I’d blame you, I am pretty irresistible.”
“Uh huh, whatever you say.” Harry shoved at Gabriel’s shoulder.
“Uh,” Gabriel rubbed at his arm, “So why was that?”
Harry looked everywhere but at Gabriel before he sent the archangel a small smile, “I’m going to go grab some books from my workroom so I can get started on figuring out how to get you all healed up.”
Gabriel watched as Harry disappeared from the kitchen and he looked at the dishes that were left on the counter just waiting for someone to wash them. He frowned at them before standing up, “I guess I’ll just clean up while you save my life. Sounds like an awesome trade off. Right.”
Gabriel turned the tap on and hummed to himself as he began to clean the dishes. There wasn’t much he could do to entertain himself without his powers. Lately the little things started to call to him and soap suds caught his attention. He let his fingers dip into them before flicking some up in the air. He snorted in amusement when the bubbles stopped in midair and began to dance. He looked over his shoulder to see Harry with books tucked under his arm and amusement dancing in his eyes.
“You miss it,” Harry asked as he let the bubbles fall onto Gabriel’s face, “Being able to do small things like that.”
“I lived most of my life down on earth as a Trickster and then with you,” Gabriel shrugged turning back towards the dirty dished. “Of course I miss it.”
Harry set his books down on the counter and I didn’t realize it was that bad. “I mean I guess I did realize it. I saw it, when I linked us together but you’re so bored here. Not being able to do the things you were able to.”
“It’s not so bad,” Gabriel shrugged, “I’m here.”
Harry sat down where they had just eaten and started setting up his work space. He had his notebooks, pens and other books to search through. He was flipping through the index of an older tomb when he spoke to Gabriel’s back. “He’s been protecting you this whole time, hasn’t he?”
“Who?” Gabriel turned around confused.
“Dean. Well all of them but Dean’s been the most protective of you, more so than Sam or even Castiel. This happened because you were trying to protect him from something.”
“You knew that already.”
“No,” Harry shook his head. “What I meant was you were protecting him specifically and now he’s doing everything he can to do the same for you. That’s why he’s they way he is.”
Gabriel shrugged not really understanding what Harry was trying to say or ask. Instead of messing up again he just changed the subject hoping it was be relatively safer to tread there, “So what’s in these books that seem to hold all the answers to fixing me?”
“I’m hoping to that find out,” Harry gave Gabriel a hopeful smile. He already had a few ideas but the thought of going through each of them to come up with empty results wasn’t something he was entirely read for.
There was the distinct possibility that he wouldn’t actually find anything to help Gabriel. After all the research, spell work and potions it was be for nothing. They Harry had forever linked himself to an archangel leaving himself to depend on Gabriel at every turn to remember that he was still human and would need the simplest of things to survive.
“Well I’ll just leave you to it,” Gabriel stood up and ran his fingers along Harry’s shoulders as he started to move towards the living room. Harry grabbed his wrist and pushed a book towards him. “If you don’t have anything important to do you can help me with this. If you want to but you don’t have to.”
Gabriel took the offering for what it is. A way to get closer to Harry. He settled back down across the counter from Harry and opened the book thumbing through the pages. “Where should I start?”
“Depleted cores,” Harry flipped to the back of the book. “There’s got to be a correlation between the ways your core reacted to mine. So that’s where I’m starting. There are a couple of places that topic can be in the book you have. If you read something that isn’t under healing in that book, it’s going to be defense spells. It may not look useful but read over it anyways. It could potentially point us in the right direction. If you’re not sure just make a note of it and I’ll look over it later.”
Gabriel nodded before tearing a piece of paper from Harry’s notebook and one of Harry’s pens. He studied the script in front of him. His fingers trailed beneath the words as he read. Healing a drained magical core was extensive. It took Healers weeks to accomplish it. Timed spell work that was specialized to every patient. Potions were added to aide and speed up the process. There were written in side notations stating that Healers usually worked in teams of two or more in case they started to exhaust themselves in the process of healing the patient.
Gabriel swallowed down the enormity of what Harry was doing for him and reality finally sunk in. He glanced across the counter and looked at the wizard intently taking notes and flipping through the books next to him. He rubbed at his eyes and found himself staring at the wall holding the picture of Harry and himself. Why he deserved another chance or Harry’s forgiveness didn’t make sense. This time he wasn’t going to waste the time he had with the wizard.
Author's notes: So there were a few purposes for this mini-chapter. It was a bit of a filler but there is some information that you get to learn about. It also served as that bridge for the happier chapters in the future. Eh, hopefully that was a shoddy update.