[Fic] HP/SPN Crossover - Subtle Shining Sorceries - Chapter Seven
Title: Subtle Shining Sorceries
Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: Boys don’t belong to me, I promise I’ll clean them up and put them back where I found them when I’m done playing.
Author’s Notes: All right! Here comes the action, I actually kinda like this chapter, I hope you guys do as well. Harry’s a bit of a whiny bitch in it for a couple minutes but he makes up for it later. Dean was way too much fun in this chapter and I wanted to jump Draco he was so awesome and Sam decided he wanted to cooperate as well which was great. There’s a nice healthy mix of all four boys in this. Hopefully you like the characterization, I apologize in advance for Harry’s moment and his terrible euphemism. I swear it was his fault entirely.
Please see Master Post for Warnings and Ratings.
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Chapter Seven - Wherein now we get to the plot… and in which Dean likes hyphenated words way too much…
Dean still didn’t fully trust the wizards and didn’t want to mislead anybody to thinking that he did. When it came right down to it, it was mostly a case of survival. He rather have them with him than against him. After all he already had enough mega-powered supernatural badassess on his tail without the added inconvenience of two more. So yeah, he didn’t fully trust them but he didn’t want to make enemies of them either.
Dean was waiting impatiently. It wasn’t until after he stormed off and felt the frisson of electricity dance over his skin as he approached the Impala that he remembered the stupid wizard had kept his baby out of the barrier he had erected. Dean fortunately though did have to wait very long. He was soon joined by the others after what was sure to have been a droopy-mouthed, glassy-eyed explanation from his bleeding-heart-little-brother about why they had to hide from angels. Dean was pissed as hell that Sam decided to put their personal skeletons on display like that but he did understand why. If the wizards were going to stalk them around for however long this damn cult took to gank then they better fucking well be prepared. After all, without fail, trouble always found the Winchester brothers even if they were trying their damnedest to avoid it.
It only took seconds for Harry to open the barrier long enough for them all to pile though. Getting the blond loudmouth in the car was a whole other adventure that Dean had not seen coming. It took no less than twenty minutes for Sam to practically manhandle the blond wizard into the Impala and another half-hour for Potter to assure Malfoy that: no, the metal contraption had absolutely no intention nor desire to squish and eat him. Yes it was noisy and smelled a little, but it was the fastest way to get around without giving the muggles another whirlwind head-trip.
Dean resented both the noisy and smelly comment but gritted his teeth and let it lie at Sam’s pursed-lip prompting.
When finally the eldest Winchester was allowed to start the car and drive he watched Malfoy with combined amusement and embarrassment-to-be-seen-with-a-moron through the rear view mirror, as the blond had a not-so-minor freak-out the majority of the fifteen minute drive into town… and Dean wasn’t even driving fast.
As it turned out when all was said and done, what would normally have been a ten minute trip took them well over an hour. Needless to say when Dean pulled up against a meter, it was with no little relief.
“Aw Dude,” Sam commented pulling a face when Malfoy finally scrambled free from the car. “You sweat all over my shirt.”
Malfoy straightened, but, scruffy and shaken, it wasn’t the impressive feat it normally would have been, “Malfoy’s do not sweat. They perspire.”
“Whatever man, a rose by any other name…” Sam shrugged.
Dean saw Malfoy looked shocked and heard Harry let out an amused snort. Dean looked between the three men and shrugged. Sometimes he felt like he lived in a different world.
After a moment, Dean spoke, “All right, now that the chuckle-fest is over… Potter, you get the first shift of baby-sitting Clueless here. Sammy and I are going to the bar.” Dean nodded towards it.
Sam looked edgy for a second, but only Dean was able to pick up on the expression change.
His brother said, “Ah Dean, shouldn’t we stick together?” So we can keep an eye on them… was implied by the look his little brother shot him.
“Nah, they’ll be fine,” Dean replied casually. I got it covered, Sammy his eyes answered back.
“I am not ‘clueless’ and a do not require baby-sitting,” Draco huffed, very much himself once more.
“Well, regardless if that’s true or not, I’m not leaving you alone with muggles at your mercy. Let’s go Malfoy,” Potter said quite sternly. Malfoy looked about to argue for a moment before he opted to consent and gestured haughtily for Potter to lead on. Potter did with no hesitation, completely ignoring the sarcasm in the movement.
As they watched the wizards disappear into the store, Sam and Dean realized the same thing: they were left alone for the first time in days and without speaking Dean knew that his brother and he were thinking the same thing as well. Do we take this opportunity to run or do we stay?
They shared a brief look.
“The job’s not done, Dean,” Sam said needlessly. “But this is our chance…”
“I know, I know,” Dean said gruffly as his mind propelled into overdrive analysing and weighing each scenario that was now presented. Would it be in their best interest to stay or go? Did they really want to leave a couple of wizards unmonitored and running loose in Salem? Did they want to make some very powerful enemies to add to their already overlong list of very powerful enemies?
Maybe. No. Absolutely not.
Sam characteristically put into words what Dean had been thinking, “We can still use them... I mean the book Malfoy gave me… I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“I know and they’d certainly come in handy in a fight,” Dean offered and Sam nodded.
“Besides,” Sam said darkly, “if they aren’t who they say they are then at least we’ll be nearby to put them down.”
Though the words gave Dean a twisting in his gut, (after all he was actually beginning to like the guys) he couldn’t help but agree.
Dean knew Sam was waiting for his final word, as he always did, (when he wasn’t a demon-blood-drinking-soulless-sociopath that is) and eventually Dean nodded.
“All right, we wait this one out. We’ll still play nice. I much rather have them where we can see them then where we can’t. They have been decent so far, we’ll see if the trend holds,” Dean made his final call and Sam nodded his agreement.
Earlier, Dean had given both wizards two of their spare phones to borrow with the excuse that it was the easiest way to get in touch of the need ever came up while on this case. Dean was just grateful that they were such luddites that they had no idea what GPS stood for let alone what it was used for. Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped on the GPS tracker app he had downloaded. Sam had finally convinced his brother to get a smart phone after six years of basic and now Dean found himself embarrassingly addicted to downloading apps.
Dean tucked the cell back in his pocket and grinned, slapping Sam on the back, “Let’s go Sammy, booze and women await.” Dean saw Sam roll his eyes, but he also caught the little smile quirk his lips. Dean took a moment to relish in them just being brothers again. He took a moment to enjoy the nearing of the end of the very long journey that it took them to get back to this point.
“Bitch,” Dean said.
Sam grinned fully now, “Jerk.”
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It was very nearly nine o’clock when Malfoy and Potter finally arrived. Malfoy was looking like a self-satisfied prick and Potter was looking faintly traumatized… At least Malfoy didn’t make Potter carry his bags.
“Was it a success then?” Sam asked the two men.
“Yes, quite, though it is nearly impossible to find trousers in my length… I find that absurd. Muggles must be obscenely short,” Malfoy commented airily.
“Yeah, know what you mean,” Sam flashed a grin. Dean looked at the two men and rolled his eyes, sure he was no slouch but still, Sasquatch and the great white there had to cool it. Dean glanced over at Potter who seemed to be pouting.
“Are wizards all really tall?” Dean asked curiously.
“Most,” Harry said with what was definitely a pout now that Dean saw it better. “My best mate Ron is about your height and he’s the second shortest of his brothers.”
“So er… why are you so…” Dean knew it wasn’t very tactful but damn the guy was small.
For the first time he saw coldness creep into Potter’s face as his eyes darkened and his features stilted over, “Not really your concern.”
“All right, Dude. Sorry,” Dean held his hands up in surrender and felt eyes boring into the side of his head. He looked over to see Malfoy glaring ice at him. Jeeze, protective much? What were these guys anyway?
“Forgive Dean, Harry,” Sam gave the winning disarming smile of his that Dean had always been jealous of when they were kids. “He suffers from foot-in-mouth disease.”
“You’re a riot,” Dean said, rolling his eyes. “Let get outta here.”
General consent all round had the four men standing and moving to exit the bar. Dean took a moment to admire one particularly Aphroditesque female saunter by in sinfully short shorts that showed leg for miles. The rack on her certainly helped draw his eye as well. She flashed a smile at him, lowering her smoky eyes and turning up red painted lips. Dean stuttered in his step for a moment seriously considering tossing Sammy the keys and getting a bit of stress relief before the big show-down but then messy brown hair, a ridiculous trench-coat and striking blue eyes flashed through his mind and Dean felt sick - all thoughts of milky, firm breasts and sweet curves shoved to the back of his mind. Sam sent him a concerned look which Dean shrugged off, grinning and swinging his keys around his index finger.
“Sure you don’t want to stay..?” Sam gave him an out, nodding to the sexy brunette who was sitting at the bar, that Sam too had undoubtedly admired in his much more discreet way.
“Nah, I’m cool,” Dean said.
Malfoy turned and gave him a look, “Seriously Winchester, you’re passing that up? Muggles are imbeciles.”
“Fine you go after her then,” Dean glared.
Malfoy actually looked considering for a moment but Harry moved up behind him and began pushing him towards the door.
“Malfoy you will not be flashing your Slytherin Snake about under my watch. Merlin knows you’ll be completely inept at muggle contraceptives and father an American half-blood bastard. Won’t Scorpius love that little present from the colonies? And what would your father say?” If Dean didn’t know any better he’d swear that Harry sounded jealous… And who the hell was Scorpius? What kind of stupid name was that? Wait… wasn’t Malfoy gay? Dean mentally shrugged, to each their own, God knows he of all people couldn’t judge.
“Oh sweet Morgana, Potter,” Malfoy shuddered. “Did you have to mention my father and contraceptives in the same sentence?”
Dean saw Potter grin up at Malfoy a wicked glint in his eye, “Better than a cold shower…”
Dean couldn’t help but smile despite himself, it was good being around guys who were just guys again -No chick-flick emotional shit, and no dewy eyed confessions. No bitchy angels or lying skanky demons- Even if they were wizards…
The eldest Winchester took pause for a moment. Dean hadn’t noticed when they got onto the street but he did quickly notice how eerily quiet it had become and how a menacing tingle danced over his skin and made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. For a brief-terrifyingly-hopeful moment he thought it was Cas and his stomach dropped but that was gone in an instant as his warning signals went on high alert and the distinct sound of evenly tapping dress shoes echoed along the empty street.
His eyes shot up as the street lights flickered and a car horn began going off in the not-so-far distance. Instinctively he found Sam’s side and Sam gravitated towards him. They stood close enough so they could feel each other’s heat but far enough to move freely without risking injury. Dean watched in approval as Potter and Malfoy moved next to each other as well, Potter’s shoulder nudged tight against Malfoy’s back as the smaller man’s hand flexed and closed. A long dark brown stick had seemingly materialized in Malfoy’s hand, his wand.
“Might I suggest you step up your game, Potter? Though it makes my non-existent lady bits all tingly when you cast wandless, I think a little extra assistance will undoubtedly be beneficial,” Malfoy said seemingly casual but Dean heard the dark hard edge to his voice that told him that under all the flare and flamboyance Draco Malfoy was one badass-mother-fucker. Potter nodded almost imperceptibly but unfortunately didn’t get the chance to comply.
“Oh my, whatever do we have here?” a smooth soft voice commented as the owner of the tapping shoes appeared under the only streetlight to remain shining. “Why sweet Draco, it isn’t even my birthday and you brought me a gift. Is he to add to my collection? A nineth son of a nineth son: Harry James Potter, 31. Lives at number 12 Grimmauld Place, London, England. With sons James and Albus and sweet little Lily. You shouldn’t have. He’s just what I wanted.”
“Who are you? How do you know me?” Malfoy demanded as he took in the young American man. Light blond hair, sharp features and sparkling light eyes. Dean noticed that the shock only lasted a fraction of a second before Malfoy was stepping bodily in front of Potter and raising his wand.
“That doesn’t matter,” the young man raised his own wand that had not been in his hand a moment before and his sparkling eyes hardened, the smile remaining but so dark Dean shuddered to look at it. The man said something that Dean didn’t quite catch but clearly Malfoy did because he said something a split second after and slashed his wand. Dean noted faintly that they must be spells of some sort.
The stranger’s eyes narrowed and he took a menacing step forward saying something that sounded definitely pissed off. Malfoy flinched but clearly what had hit only grazed him before he redoubled his own efforts. Whatever he had done had the younger man crying out and stumbling back with a hand held to his suddenly bleeding cheek.
“You bastard,” the man snarled. “Drawing my precious blood?”
The man took one large messy swing that despite or perhaps because of the anger sent Draco careening away and into a parked car. Dean winced but raised his gun at the same time; he fired off a shot and heard Sam do the same next to him.
The man turned laughing and Dean and Sam found themselves in a position they were all too familiar with - pinned - with an unforgiving brick wall at their backs. Dean strained against the wall, trying uselessly to rip himself free.
“Enough,” Harry said coldly. The wind began to pick up around the five men and the nerves under Dean’s skin went haywire as magic danced like electricity in the air. Dean felt his head spin from the force of it and knew Sam wasn’t doing much better as he let out a little groan but still kept up his desperate though wasted struggle. But Winchesters were stubborn and took nothing lying down (or pinned against walls as they case may be) and they certainly didn’t go down without a fight. Despite that though, Dean and Sam could only watch helplessly, and Dean hated it.
Harry raised a hand…
…The man grinned.
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Author: Stolen Childe
Disclaimer: Boys don’t belong to me, I promise I’ll clean them up and put them back where I found them when I’m done playing.
Author’s Notes: All right! Here comes the action, I actually kinda like this chapter, I hope you guys do as well. Harry’s a bit of a whiny bitch in it for a couple minutes but he makes up for it later. Dean was way too much fun in this chapter and I wanted to jump Draco he was so awesome and Sam decided he wanted to cooperate as well which was great. There’s a nice healthy mix of all four boys in this. Hopefully you like the characterization, I apologize in advance for Harry’s moment and his terrible euphemism. I swear it was his fault entirely.
Please see Master Post for Warnings and Ratings.
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Chapter Seven - Wherein now we get to the plot… and in which Dean likes hyphenated words way too much…
Dean still didn’t fully trust the wizards and didn’t want to mislead anybody to thinking that he did. When it came right down to it, it was mostly a case of survival. He rather have them with him than against him. After all he already had enough mega-powered supernatural badassess on his tail without the added inconvenience of two more. So yeah, he didn’t fully trust them but he didn’t want to make enemies of them either.
Dean was waiting impatiently. It wasn’t until after he stormed off and felt the frisson of electricity dance over his skin as he approached the Impala that he remembered the stupid wizard had kept his baby out of the barrier he had erected. Dean fortunately though did have to wait very long. He was soon joined by the others after what was sure to have been a droopy-mouthed, glassy-eyed explanation from his bleeding-heart-little-brother about why they had to hide from angels. Dean was pissed as hell that Sam decided to put their personal skeletons on display like that but he did understand why. If the wizards were going to stalk them around for however long this damn cult took to gank then they better fucking well be prepared. After all, without fail, trouble always found the Winchester brothers even if they were trying their damnedest to avoid it.
It only took seconds for Harry to open the barrier long enough for them all to pile though. Getting the blond loudmouth in the car was a whole other adventure that Dean had not seen coming. It took no less than twenty minutes for Sam to practically manhandle the blond wizard into the Impala and another half-hour for Potter to assure Malfoy that: no, the metal contraption had absolutely no intention nor desire to squish and eat him. Yes it was noisy and smelled a little, but it was the fastest way to get around without giving the muggles another whirlwind head-trip.
Dean resented both the noisy and smelly comment but gritted his teeth and let it lie at Sam’s pursed-lip prompting.
When finally the eldest Winchester was allowed to start the car and drive he watched Malfoy with combined amusement and embarrassment-to-be-seen-with-a-moron through the rear view mirror, as the blond had a not-so-minor freak-out the majority of the fifteen minute drive into town… and Dean wasn’t even driving fast.
As it turned out when all was said and done, what would normally have been a ten minute trip took them well over an hour. Needless to say when Dean pulled up against a meter, it was with no little relief.
“Aw Dude,” Sam commented pulling a face when Malfoy finally scrambled free from the car. “You sweat all over my shirt.”
Malfoy straightened, but, scruffy and shaken, it wasn’t the impressive feat it normally would have been, “Malfoy’s do not sweat. They perspire.”
“Whatever man, a rose by any other name…” Sam shrugged.
Dean saw Malfoy looked shocked and heard Harry let out an amused snort. Dean looked between the three men and shrugged. Sometimes he felt like he lived in a different world.
After a moment, Dean spoke, “All right, now that the chuckle-fest is over… Potter, you get the first shift of baby-sitting Clueless here. Sammy and I are going to the bar.” Dean nodded towards it.
Sam looked edgy for a second, but only Dean was able to pick up on the expression change.
His brother said, “Ah Dean, shouldn’t we stick together?” So we can keep an eye on them… was implied by the look his little brother shot him.
“Nah, they’ll be fine,” Dean replied casually. I got it covered, Sammy his eyes answered back.
“I am not ‘clueless’ and a do not require baby-sitting,” Draco huffed, very much himself once more.
“Well, regardless if that’s true or not, I’m not leaving you alone with muggles at your mercy. Let’s go Malfoy,” Potter said quite sternly. Malfoy looked about to argue for a moment before he opted to consent and gestured haughtily for Potter to lead on. Potter did with no hesitation, completely ignoring the sarcasm in the movement.
As they watched the wizards disappear into the store, Sam and Dean realized the same thing: they were left alone for the first time in days and without speaking Dean knew that his brother and he were thinking the same thing as well. Do we take this opportunity to run or do we stay?
They shared a brief look.
“The job’s not done, Dean,” Sam said needlessly. “But this is our chance…”
“I know, I know,” Dean said gruffly as his mind propelled into overdrive analysing and weighing each scenario that was now presented. Would it be in their best interest to stay or go? Did they really want to leave a couple of wizards unmonitored and running loose in Salem? Did they want to make some very powerful enemies to add to their already overlong list of very powerful enemies?
Maybe. No. Absolutely not.
Sam characteristically put into words what Dean had been thinking, “We can still use them... I mean the book Malfoy gave me… I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“I know and they’d certainly come in handy in a fight,” Dean offered and Sam nodded.
“Besides,” Sam said darkly, “if they aren’t who they say they are then at least we’ll be nearby to put them down.”
Though the words gave Dean a twisting in his gut, (after all he was actually beginning to like the guys) he couldn’t help but agree.
Dean knew Sam was waiting for his final word, as he always did, (when he wasn’t a demon-blood-drinking-soulless-sociopath that is) and eventually Dean nodded.
“All right, we wait this one out. We’ll still play nice. I much rather have them where we can see them then where we can’t. They have been decent so far, we’ll see if the trend holds,” Dean made his final call and Sam nodded his agreement.
Earlier, Dean had given both wizards two of their spare phones to borrow with the excuse that it was the easiest way to get in touch of the need ever came up while on this case. Dean was just grateful that they were such luddites that they had no idea what GPS stood for let alone what it was used for. Dean pulled his phone out of his pocket and flipped on the GPS tracker app he had downloaded. Sam had finally convinced his brother to get a smart phone after six years of basic and now Dean found himself embarrassingly addicted to downloading apps.
Dean tucked the cell back in his pocket and grinned, slapping Sam on the back, “Let’s go Sammy, booze and women await.” Dean saw Sam roll his eyes, but he also caught the little smile quirk his lips. Dean took a moment to relish in them just being brothers again. He took a moment to enjoy the nearing of the end of the very long journey that it took them to get back to this point.
“Bitch,” Dean said.
Sam grinned fully now, “Jerk.”
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It was very nearly nine o’clock when Malfoy and Potter finally arrived. Malfoy was looking like a self-satisfied prick and Potter was looking faintly traumatized… At least Malfoy didn’t make Potter carry his bags.
“Was it a success then?” Sam asked the two men.
“Yes, quite, though it is nearly impossible to find trousers in my length… I find that absurd. Muggles must be obscenely short,” Malfoy commented airily.
“Yeah, know what you mean,” Sam flashed a grin. Dean looked at the two men and rolled his eyes, sure he was no slouch but still, Sasquatch and the great white there had to cool it. Dean glanced over at Potter who seemed to be pouting.
“Are wizards all really tall?” Dean asked curiously.
“Most,” Harry said with what was definitely a pout now that Dean saw it better. “My best mate Ron is about your height and he’s the second shortest of his brothers.”
“So er… why are you so…” Dean knew it wasn’t very tactful but damn the guy was small.
For the first time he saw coldness creep into Potter’s face as his eyes darkened and his features stilted over, “Not really your concern.”
“All right, Dude. Sorry,” Dean held his hands up in surrender and felt eyes boring into the side of his head. He looked over to see Malfoy glaring ice at him. Jeeze, protective much? What were these guys anyway?
“Forgive Dean, Harry,” Sam gave the winning disarming smile of his that Dean had always been jealous of when they were kids. “He suffers from foot-in-mouth disease.”
“You’re a riot,” Dean said, rolling his eyes. “Let get outta here.”
General consent all round had the four men standing and moving to exit the bar. Dean took a moment to admire one particularly Aphroditesque female saunter by in sinfully short shorts that showed leg for miles. The rack on her certainly helped draw his eye as well. She flashed a smile at him, lowering her smoky eyes and turning up red painted lips. Dean stuttered in his step for a moment seriously considering tossing Sammy the keys and getting a bit of stress relief before the big show-down but then messy brown hair, a ridiculous trench-coat and striking blue eyes flashed through his mind and Dean felt sick - all thoughts of milky, firm breasts and sweet curves shoved to the back of his mind. Sam sent him a concerned look which Dean shrugged off, grinning and swinging his keys around his index finger.
“Sure you don’t want to stay..?” Sam gave him an out, nodding to the sexy brunette who was sitting at the bar, that Sam too had undoubtedly admired in his much more discreet way.
“Nah, I’m cool,” Dean said.
Malfoy turned and gave him a look, “Seriously Winchester, you’re passing that up? Muggles are imbeciles.”
“Fine you go after her then,” Dean glared.
Malfoy actually looked considering for a moment but Harry moved up behind him and began pushing him towards the door.
“Malfoy you will not be flashing your Slytherin Snake about under my watch. Merlin knows you’ll be completely inept at muggle contraceptives and father an American half-blood bastard. Won’t Scorpius love that little present from the colonies? And what would your father say?” If Dean didn’t know any better he’d swear that Harry sounded jealous… And who the hell was Scorpius? What kind of stupid name was that? Wait… wasn’t Malfoy gay? Dean mentally shrugged, to each their own, God knows he of all people couldn’t judge.
“Oh sweet Morgana, Potter,” Malfoy shuddered. “Did you have to mention my father and contraceptives in the same sentence?”
Dean saw Potter grin up at Malfoy a wicked glint in his eye, “Better than a cold shower…”
Dean couldn’t help but smile despite himself, it was good being around guys who were just guys again -No chick-flick emotional shit, and no dewy eyed confessions. No bitchy angels or lying skanky demons- Even if they were wizards…
The eldest Winchester took pause for a moment. Dean hadn’t noticed when they got onto the street but he did quickly notice how eerily quiet it had become and how a menacing tingle danced over his skin and made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. For a brief-terrifyingly-hopeful moment he thought it was Cas and his stomach dropped but that was gone in an instant as his warning signals went on high alert and the distinct sound of evenly tapping dress shoes echoed along the empty street.
His eyes shot up as the street lights flickered and a car horn began going off in the not-so-far distance. Instinctively he found Sam’s side and Sam gravitated towards him. They stood close enough so they could feel each other’s heat but far enough to move freely without risking injury. Dean watched in approval as Potter and Malfoy moved next to each other as well, Potter’s shoulder nudged tight against Malfoy’s back as the smaller man’s hand flexed and closed. A long dark brown stick had seemingly materialized in Malfoy’s hand, his wand.
“Might I suggest you step up your game, Potter? Though it makes my non-existent lady bits all tingly when you cast wandless, I think a little extra assistance will undoubtedly be beneficial,” Malfoy said seemingly casual but Dean heard the dark hard edge to his voice that told him that under all the flare and flamboyance Draco Malfoy was one badass-mother-fucker. Potter nodded almost imperceptibly but unfortunately didn’t get the chance to comply.
“Oh my, whatever do we have here?” a smooth soft voice commented as the owner of the tapping shoes appeared under the only streetlight to remain shining. “Why sweet Draco, it isn’t even my birthday and you brought me a gift. Is he to add to my collection? A nineth son of a nineth son: Harry James Potter, 31. Lives at number 12 Grimmauld Place, London, England. With sons James and Albus and sweet little Lily. You shouldn’t have. He’s just what I wanted.”
“Who are you? How do you know me?” Malfoy demanded as he took in the young American man. Light blond hair, sharp features and sparkling light eyes. Dean noticed that the shock only lasted a fraction of a second before Malfoy was stepping bodily in front of Potter and raising his wand.
“That doesn’t matter,” the young man raised his own wand that had not been in his hand a moment before and his sparkling eyes hardened, the smile remaining but so dark Dean shuddered to look at it. The man said something that Dean didn’t quite catch but clearly Malfoy did because he said something a split second after and slashed his wand. Dean noted faintly that they must be spells of some sort.
The stranger’s eyes narrowed and he took a menacing step forward saying something that sounded definitely pissed off. Malfoy flinched but clearly what had hit only grazed him before he redoubled his own efforts. Whatever he had done had the younger man crying out and stumbling back with a hand held to his suddenly bleeding cheek.
“You bastard,” the man snarled. “Drawing my precious blood?”
The man took one large messy swing that despite or perhaps because of the anger sent Draco careening away and into a parked car. Dean winced but raised his gun at the same time; he fired off a shot and heard Sam do the same next to him.
The man turned laughing and Dean and Sam found themselves in a position they were all too familiar with - pinned - with an unforgiving brick wall at their backs. Dean strained against the wall, trying uselessly to rip himself free.
“Enough,” Harry said coldly. The wind began to pick up around the five men and the nerves under Dean’s skin went haywire as magic danced like electricity in the air. Dean felt his head spin from the force of it and knew Sam wasn’t doing much better as he let out a little groan but still kept up his desperate though wasted struggle. But Winchesters were stubborn and took nothing lying down (or pinned against walls as they case may be) and they certainly didn’t go down without a fight. Despite that though, Dean and Sam could only watch helplessly, and Dean hated it.
Harry raised a hand…
…The man grinned.
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