Another Tale

Summary: Harry is the younger brother of Sam and Dean Winchester; the youngest son of John Winchester. He is the most protected person in America, barring the President [and maybe Oprah] himself. This would be yet another move for the seventeen year old, and he would be staying for an entire year. His life, while unusual is about to get pretty complicated when he moves into the small town of Forks, Washington.

Pairing: Harry/Edward; Sam/Jacob, Dean/anything with a skirt, and the usual pairings of course.

Warnings! SLASH! Mating! Imprinting! Some graphic sex scenes! AU! Crossover between Supernatural/harry potter/Twilight! Some Bella-Bashing!

A/N: I have already written a tri[?]-Crossover before with these fandoms; this will be different then the last story and is not from the same verse. Also, sorry for anyone who wants Dean paired with someone. I love wincest but I feel that with this story, I shouldn't use it. Harry will be taken, so I can't pair them together. As I couldn't decide, I chose this route. But you most likely not read anything about these one night stands, except for when he comes home the morning after or when he brags to his brothers.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Supernatural, Twilight, and Harry Potter. It might be a dream of mine, but it's true, I own none of them! Pout.

This is a Chapter in Harry's POV

I shifted in the back seat of the Impala, leaning against Sam, one of my older brothers. It was routine, Sammy and I, the youngest, sat in the back; and Dean and Dad sat in the front. The only times Dean sat back here really was when one of us was sick. The one would take the passenger seat, while Dean comforted the other. Dean was very protective of Sam and I, always taking care of us, sometimes better than our own father. Sam, even though being a year older, was also very protective of me, and when Dean and Dad were not around, he took care of me. Most would say that I was lucky for having three people who love me so much, and it is true, but at the same time suffocating. The last 5 boyfriends I had were scared off and after that I kind of quit trying to date anyone.

Sometimes I wish that I was straight, because than Sam and Dean would lighten up a bit, but unfortunately I wasn't, and I refused to pretend that I am. So I will probably stay a virgin till the day I die, because I knew Sam and Dean were never leaving me. Being a hunter, maybe it will be soon.

The car came to a stop, jarring me from my thoughts. I quickly got up, pulling Sam's arm away from where it rested around my waist.

"We're here," Dad said, as he opened the driver side door and stepped out. The rest of us slowly got out our selves, trying to stretch out all of the cramps from the hours of driving with no stops. I blinked out the sleep from my eyes; said eyes trying to adjust to all of the green. We were in Forks, Washington. It was a small town, not too far from Seattle, and was named after an eating utensil. I raised an eyebrow, as Dean wrapped his arm around my waist to guide me towards this cottage. It was cute, but slightly run down. Sam and I would spend the majority of our stay here trying to fix and straighten everything up.

"It's nicer than the last place we stayed, "I said, trying to lighten the mood. I knew Sam would be moody, he hated moving more than the rest of us. He was the brains, and he loved academics and the norm. Dean lived for four things: hunting, food, girls, and most importantly, his family [I include the impala as part of the family]. Harry knew, though, that there was a small part of him that wanted that piece of normal too, but he would never acknowledge it. John lived for only two things, the hunt and his boys. There was nothing else. And myself? Well I would say I am a little of this and that. Family, as to any other Winchester, was main priority; I enjoy a hunt or two, but like Sam, I didn't want to do it forever, and unlike Sam, I was content and not bitter about the lifestyle we lived. I would say I was the calm-cool one; Sam was the one that was quick to anger; Dean was our adrenaline junkie, and Dad was tense-like all the time.

"Well, than be glad," Dad started, "Because we will be staying here for a year this time. I enrolled you and Sammy in the local high school." I grinned at Sam; no moving for a year. "Bobby has a guy that owes him for saving his life, so he made a call and I will be getting a new truck, I will take that to do hunts. Dean, you have the Impala, and you will be taking Sam and Harry to and from school."

"OK, so what will I be doing while the kids are at school and you are on the hunt?" As Dean still was holding on to me, it was easy to punch him in the side for calling me a kid. He flinched and held his side with his other arm, but he did take the time to smirk at me, trying to rile me up, but I was the calm one, remember? I just rolled my eyes.

"Well I looked up local jobs and there is an opening at a mechanic shop about 15 minutes away. I called already and you will work part time Mondays, Tuesdays, and Fridays- 10am to 6pm. On those days the boys will have to walk home." At this point, Dad gave a pointed stare at Sam, "You will come home straight away and won't leave until after your brother gets home. You will take care of Harry and protect him." It seemed I would not stop rolling my eyes today. It was like this chain- Dad was protected of all of us; Dean who was crazy over protective of Sam and I, protected us and Sam protected me. I, well I kept myself sane, so that it would make protecting me easier on the three elder men.

"Can we go in now? I am getting cold?" I asked, shivering. I got cold easily and most of Summer, I still wore long sleeves. Sam and Dean constantly made fun of me for that, as if it never got old.

"OK, baby, come on, I will warm you up. Sammy, get the bags!" Dean called out. I didn't turn around as I walked inside but I did hear grumblings. Dean was a flirt, a constant one. He rarely used it on Sam and never on Dad, but myself and thousands of girls across the nation all had the privilege. It was weird that he used it on me, but that might be do to the fact that I was small statured and more feminine than I would have liked. Oh and the fact that I was adopted so there was no blood relation.

When I walked inside the house[?] I was pleasantly surprised at how large it was. The living room was nice enough, we at least had a couch that only had two or three holes in it, and there was a TV that looked workable. You could see into the kitchen that had a small round table and two chairs, one had a leg missing. There was a fridge, a stove and a microwave. To the right there were three doors. One ended up leading to a bathroom and the other to two bedrooms. Sad as it is, Dad, when he was here, will take the one room for himself [the one with only one bed] and Dean, Sam and I would have to share the other. Dean, would of course, get the other room when John went out for hunts. Luckily, we were used to this situation and have a schedule for when we have to double up on a bed. One night I will have a bed to myself and the next I will have to share.

I quickly went to one of the beds and plopped down on it. I didn't care if I had to share or not, as long as I slept. Tomorrow, Dad would have us up at 4am to do some exercising, and then after Sam and I had school. I haven't really done much on hunts. As the youngest, and the smallest of the family, it was hard for Dad and Dean to let me do anything that was dangerous. Especially since the times I have been on hunts [usually routine hunts that turned bad], I seemed to be the bad guys target. I am serious. Literally every hunt I have been on has ended me up on the hospital. It wasn't that I was a bad hunter, but there was something about me that brought bad luck. So now, Dean and Dad have decided, since Sam hates hunting, and they have forbidden me from any hunts in the near future, Sam would watch out for me whenever they went on hunts. Most of the time, Dad went by himself, so that Dean was there. Even though I was not hunting anytime soon, Dad never stopped training, because we still needed to defend ourselves when the moment arises.

Dean went and helped Sam and Dad unpack everything and salt all of the doors and windows. Dad went to work on making the sigils that would ward off most evil creatures. Sam came to bed not long after, and took the bed next to mine. It was my night for the bed alone, so Dean, when he was done, flopped onto the bed with Sam.

"Night"

The next morning after training, we fought to be the first in the shower-Sam won. We got our things together, knowing what to take. This was familiar, being the new kid, while always uncomfortable, was familiar. They all-excluding Dad- got into the Impala, Sam in the front with Dean and I in the back. Dean gunned the engine, backed out of the drive way, and sped off. It took us less than five minutes to get to the school. Forks High was made of different buildings, all lettered. As Dean pulled up and parked in a parking spot, the car's loud motor still rumbling, this caused all heads to turn. Forks was a small community so most everyone knew each other and no doubt gossiped whenever they could. New people were big news to this small town. Today was going to be fun-insert rolling of eyes.

"OK guys, have fun!" Dean smirked, glad that he didn't have to go anymore, "I am scheduling my break today for when you get out so that I can pick you up. But after this, expect to walk home on the days I work, like Dad said. You both have your protection?" We nodded, Sam had his dagger in the sleeve of his coat, and I had mine strapped to my thigh under my pants. "OK, good luck," he sing-songed. Sam and I made a point of glaring at him before getting out. Sam got out first, having his stuff in hand already, but it took me a minute longer as I dropped a notebook. I grabbed it, and then looked up to see Dean smiling at me through the rearview mirror, I smiled back before finally getting out.

Every part of me felt the stares, and they were everywhere. I mean in all directions, Sam and I got these stares. I knew next, there would be whispers. Gossip and rumors would spread like wildfire, with no sympathy nor remorse. We walked by the gazes and ignored them as much as possible as we went towards the office building to pick up our schedule.

Because literally everyone was starring, we didn't feel the gaze of one boy-well he wasn't a 'boy' per say. We didn't notice that his gaze was focused on me; a strange glint in his eye.