Chapter: Cheap Façade.

A/N I am so excited for this sequel to play out. I've had ideas stirring in my head for this since the first chapter of Year 1!

Dean kept Harry's hand tight in his own as they traversed the airport. They were running out of time before the Polyjuice ran out. Dean grinned down at Harry, brown eyes sparkling with mirth. Harry rolled his own brown eyes in return, trying to pick up the pace. Sam was grumbling behind them, not liking that he was a teenager with Bieber hair. The woman at the check-in smiled at the family as she checked their passports. Normally, Dean would have flirted with her to possibly get their bags checked for free, but he was still tangled about his feelings for Cas. He quickly thanked her, gaining a raised eyebrow from Sam. The Notice Me Not Charms worked just as Severus had promised, and the Polyjuice flasks were not detected by the airport scanners. Harry stared in amazement as he saw the large lounges in the airport. He gave a startled exclamation as Dean scooped him up, throwing the small boy over his shoulder, running towards their terminal.

"Dea-I mean Derek, shouldn't we stop to use the bathroom?" Sam stressed, pushing his annoying bangs out of the way. Dean grabbed Sam's wrist and dragged him along as well. The rush of dodging and ducking around people was exhilarating and exactly what Dean needed in the moment. "Derek. Dean!" Sam tried to protest, but he was forced to jump over a child's suitcase when Dean pushed him away to avoid a large man wandering by. Their eyes met, and twin grins reached their faces. "I'll make it first!" he called taking off.

"Oh-ho-ho, no you won't." Dean called after him. "Ready Harry?" Harry mimed putting on a helmet.

"Let's do this." He responded in the deepest voice he could muster. Dean took off, Harry waving at the people they bumped into, his temporary chubby face having the mothers waving it off with a smile. Sam and Dean were neck in neck, bantering back and forth with each other, not watching where they were going. Harry pushed on Deans back and turned his head to see if they were almost there. "Dad, look out!" Sam and Dean both snapped their eyes to the front, but it was too late. They crashed in the trolley that was driving past with luggage. The three of them tipped into the bin. The driver stopped, glaring back at them. The Winchesters popped out with sheepish smiles.

"Flight F319 will be departing in 5 minutes." Came over the overhead. Dean pushed a dollar bill into the driver's shirt pocket before grabbing Harry's hand and rushing to the gate a few feet away. He showed their tickets, Sam nervously tugging on his coat. Dean turned to look at him as the woman worked on the scanner.

"What?" but he didn't need to ask, he could see. Sam's hair was starting to grow back to its normal length. He looked to Harry, seeing blue starting to invade his brown eyes. He pulled up Harry's hood, and motioned Sam to get a little closer to the door with him. The woman held out their tickets, still typing away at her screen.

"Looks like you are the last few we were waiting for." She stated as Dean took the tickets. Sam was frantically whispering to Harry as she finally turned to look at Dean. He gave her a winning smile and she screamed, the man before her now completely different than what she had seen a minute ago.

"Yup, gotta go." He pulled Sam and Harry through the door, barring it shut behind them. The woman reached for her radio, but all it was giving her was static. Dean watched several guards come to her aid through the small window. He gave them a wink and boarded the plane with his family. They rushed to the last few empty seats, pulling up their hoods and placing on their sunglasses. The pilot introduced himself and just a few moments later they were taking off. Harry clutched the armrests, the sensation in his stomach from takeoff feeling very different than when riding on a broom. "You okay, kid?" Dean asked, despite his own fear.

"Yeah, just a bit different is all." Dean ruffled the short black hair, settling in to his seat for the long ride. The armrests gave way under his tight grip. "You think Grandpa Bobby is there already?" he asked. Dean was grateful for the distraction. Bobby had left before the end of term so that he would not be connected to them. Adam and Danny had agreed to fill in the positions at Spinner's End, which Harry suspected Severus was secretly glad at.

"Oh yeah, he's probably going to have a whole load of cases for us when we land." Dean assured him, even though Bobby had not called like he had promised. Dean figured the man thought it too risky to do so. After all, Bobby was an experienced Hunter. He was the man always calling the shots, the Original. Harry nodded thoughtfully, leaning his head against the seat to look out the window. Dean looked at the head rest in front of him, eyes zeroed in with concentration as he tried to think of anything besides the fact that they were in a pressurized tin can soaring through the air.

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Dean shivered as he once again returned to his normal appearance after taking Polyjuice right before landing. Harry did not awake from his slumber in the backseat, covered in Sam's jacket. Sam simply gave a sigh, stretching out in the car they had rented. The radio station went to commercial break and so Sam reached over, switching the channel. There was nothing but static for a few moments as he searched.

"…were seen boarding a plane with an unidentified child. Be advised that both Sam and Dean Winchester are still on the Most Wanted list and…" Sam rolled his eyes as he changed the station. "…the convent in Ilchester…come away to the water"

"Change it back one." Dean ordered. Sam gave him a questioning side glance but did as he was told.

"Saying it's very unlikely an abandoned convent would be a target for terrorists, either foreign or homegrown. There had been no further activity since the supposed explosion three days ago. Local police claim that they could find no source to account for the gaping hole in the convent floor, or the devastating noise it emitted upon cracking. At this time, they are suggesting a localized earthquake that perhaps tore apart water pipes resulting in the noise. If you have any information, please call…" Dean shut off the radio. Sam looked between his brother and the radio.

"Ilchester, is where the angels wanted to send me to stop Lilith." Dean explained to him. His grip tightened on the wheel when he thought of how they had broken Cas. He hoped his angel was waiting for him with Chuck, or at the very least with Bobby, guiding him not to call or text any of them yet.

"So, you think that Lucifer escaped in Ilchester?" Sam asked, bringing up the possibility. He had thought about it when he had been preparing for the end of term Feast. It just seemed odd to him that Lucifer would have access to Ravenclaw Caverns. "But Lilith died in the cavern." He said aloud, knowing his brother would piece together his thoughts.

"They never said where the last seal had to be busted open, just that it had to be." Dean retorted, having thought the same thing as his brother. "And from the sound of it no one is the wiser." Dean hit the steering wheel in frustration. He wanted to pray that Cas was still at Chuck's, but he didn't know who was left to pray to. He adjusted the mirror, so he could watch Harry in the backseat. For a long moment he simply watched the rise and fall of the boy's chest, grateful that he was alive. He was still curious about how the boy now had permanent blue eyes, as well as his skin being a tinge paler.

"It wasn't his fault." Sam said softly. They were going to have to do their best to make sure Harry didn't blame himself for what had happened. The young boy already had so much on his shoulders. He felt bad for the kid, knowing that he had hated the hunting life as a kid. Harry might be enamored with the idea at the moment, but as he grew, as he grew attached, he would see. He would see that it was no life for someone with a soul like him.

"I know that." Dean snapped. He glared at Sam, feeling offended that Sam would even consider he thought that about his son. "I'm just worried. That Golden Warrior was freaking powerful. We need to keep him away from the angels, other Hunters, and Lucifer." Dean gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles were white. He was failing Harry and he knew it. Not for the first time he thought about just taking them all away somewhere in the wizarding world and hiding until Harry was grown. He knew Severus would tell them where to go, but he didn't know if he quite accepted Severus in their family as much as the others did. It was Winchesters against the world.

"Dean, I want to say that I'm sorry for choosing Sev-" Sam started, as if he were reading his thoughts.

"It's fine." Dean interrupted. He didn't care for Sam's guilt. They were back together now, and while they might not have been in the Impala, they were finally home. Just the three of them, the way it was meant to be. Sam let his shoulders sag when he saw the contemplative mood that Dean had entered. He sighed, looking in the mirror to watch Harry. Eventually, he fell off to sleep, dreams filled with a tangle of thoughts. Dean let his eyes glance at his sleeping brother only once. He had a destination in mind. It was nearly noon and while his stomach was growling at him, he dared not stop. He was so close to Chuck's house. A few hours later he was shaking the other two awake. Harry blinked wearily, climbing out of the car to join Dean in the front lawn.

"Where are we?" he yawned. Dean was watching the house, looking for movement in the windows.

"Chuck's. He's a prophet and this is the last place I saw Cas. Hopefully he's here." He said shortly, moving towards the front door. The other two followed quickly, wary when Dean pulled his gun upon finding the front door unlocked. Sam pushed forward as well. There was blood splattered in a large circle near the kitchen, making Harry uneasy. Sam turned as he heard a war cry, getting hit in the head with a plunger.

"Ow!" he said, affronted. Dean stepped forward, clutching Chuck by the front of his robes. The gun immediately went under the Prophet's chin. He was not in the mood for round about answers, or pleading. He did not notice Harry backing away, memories dancing in his eyes.

"Where is he?" he asked. Chuck didn't need to ask who the man was looking for. He knew those who were Fated the moment he laid eyes on them. He began to gasp for words, not sure how to explain exactly what had happened. "Well?!"

"They blew him up." He managed to squeak out. Harry teared up, looking around at the blood. Flashes of Privet Drive overlapped the current scene and he gave a whine, covering his eyes with his hands. This broke Dean's focus and he looked over to see his son the verge of a panic attack. Dean motioned for Sam to take Harry out of the house. Sam obeyed, but only because he could not stand to see Harry distressed. Dean looked back to Chuck, green eyes dangerous.

"What do you mean, they blew him up?"

"The Archangel who came to try and get Cas to take him to Luna. Cas put up a good fight, sure but that's an archangel! In the end another angel came and told 'Raphael' I believe that was his name, that a new Archangel had been made, and Raphael got pissed and like, blam!" Dean blinked in surprise of the loud sound effect. "splattered Cas all over my house. I found a molar in my hair; did you know that? A molar!" Dean let go of Chuck, taking a step back in thought.

"Another Archangel was made?" Dean asked. "Isn't that some god level shit?" Chuck gave an uneasy shrug, trying to avoid Dean's eyes. Dean was correct, but Chuck had nothing to do with it, which is what made the feat even more amazing.

"I mean it could be, but I mean…maybe not?" Chuck tried to lead. He couldn't come right out and tell Dean what was happening, it would blow his cover.

"Why, what does it say?" Dean asked heading towards the computer. The screen was black, blood caking the entire thing. Chuck sighed, grabbing a chair from nearby and straddling it.

"Look, I know you saw it. I mean you were there." Chuck stressed, extending his arms to emphasize his point. "Harry's temperature reached seven hundred. His heartbeat was a constant thrum. I know you saw the golden eyes. But the wings, my goodness the wings!" Chuck exclaimed, remembering how difficult it had been to explain the beautiful vision he had seen. "Not to say that they will get all the more beautiful!"

"What the heck are you blabbering about?" Dean demanded. He had seen no wings on Harry, but he had felt the brushing of one.

"Harry reached Archangel status in that cavern, because he needed to. Luna needed an Archangel to save her, and so Harry became one. Crazy what wish magic does. I have no idea if this is permanent, but the wings…the wings make me think so." He trailed off at the end, looking for a piece of paper. He began to sketch on it and Dean leaned over his shoulder to watch. "So, according to the Catholic religion there is Seven Archangels. This is true but not true."

"Yeah, I thought there was four. Mike, Raph, Gabe and Luci…" Chuck gave Dean a weird look about the nicknames but continued on with his drawing.

"Again, yes, but no. Saint Michael, Saint Raphael, Saint Gabriel and Lucifer are the four original Archangels. They have Six wings, although the main two are usually the only ones visible. The other four kind of fold and blend in when not using them. Now, each Archangel had a prodigy assigned to them, who gained the status of Archangels by humans, but not by angels. They are simply the highest of normal angels. These are Uriel, Chamuel, Jophiel, and Zadkiel. Each studied underneath an Archangel, ready to join them in status if deemed worthy. Uriel is the one who has come closest. Michael holds him in real high regard. Not to mention the other ones have kind of fallen off the map after the fall of Lucifer." Chuck explained. Although Dean could not see, there was a distance to Chuck's eyes, as if he were remembering something from long ago. Dean gestured to the second row of angels.

"So, which of these chumps had Lucifer as their Mr. Miyagi?"

"Chamuel. He was the one who should have been turned to an Archangel in Lucifer's absence…his wings changed to pink to take up the mantle! Do you know how much change an angel has to go through to do that? But he was driven away from his brothers for bearing the wings of the traitor and is somewhere deep in Heaven, in a state of sleep, dreaming about his dual assignments." Chuck blinked a few times to get the tears from his eyes. "He was a good angel, and Lucifer was a good teacher."

"What'd he teach him, 1,000 ways to smite?" Dean asked, not understanding the sadness in Chuck's voice. Chuck was glad Sam was not around, because the younger brother would be able to see through his ruse. He turned to Dean, eyes puffy.

"No, heavens no. Lucifer was the Angel of Unconditional Love." Dean looked affronted at the thought. He turned away from Chuck, his mind swimming with the implications that had been brought to him.

"So, lemme guess. Uriel is Michael's?" Chuck nodded. "That fucker." Dean studied the blood at his feet, thinking of Castiel. If anyone deserved to be in charge of Heaven, it was Cas. Cas actually cared about humans, he loved them like God had told him to. Dean pursed his lips as he thought on it some more. Cas truly believed that God was still out there. So, he got onto his knees, no matter the fact that blood was still able to soak through his jeans. He closed his eyes, not noticing the faint glow of the blood or Chuck.

The Righteous Man so did clasp his right hand in his left, bowing his head to submit to the Heavens above. And Lo' did his prayers reach the ears of God and he called them out in a voice that was burdened by grief. "God!" he called to his Heavenly Father. "Why do you forsake me so?" he questioned. "Your angel has proven to love humanity, and I have learned of myself to love him in return." He expressed. "You leave me to raise the Archangel Heimrich alone. In a world infested by darkness, you ask me to raise the light. I implore you, do not have me lift this light alone, for only with the help of Castiel may this light reach Heaven and bring about the awakening of the highest Seven. Dark times are upon us, do not let me stumble in the blackness." Dean shook his head slightly at the strange tingling he felt all over his body. "And if you don't help me out you son of a bitch, I swear to well you I guess that the Winchesters will leave you to sort out your own mess!" he finished. He released a breath, feeling oddly cleansed. Chuck helped him to his feet.

"Is that true? Do you really love Cas?" Chuck asked, being able to decipher the cryptic language that had overtaken Dean as a moment that would be recorded in scriptures future, was recorded by the walls of the Kingdom of Heaven itself. He could tell it was an important moment that would be written down for future generations. Dean seemed to struggle with admitting his love again, but in the end he conceded.

"Yeah. But he's splattered all over the floor right now, so…" he did not get to find the end of his thought as Harry and Sam burst in. "Sammy what the hell."

"We thought we'd find you here." Zachariah said with a smirk as he sauntered in. There were two other angels behind him, dressed in black suits. Dean pulled Harry behind him, glaring at the angels. "That's enough playing around. Let's go." He said as if Dean would willingly come to him.

"What the hell makes you think I'd go with you?" Dean asked heatedly. The last thing he wanted to see was the fluffy winged pricks in front of him. The angels were supposed to be good guys.

"You're upset?" Zachariah guessed, confused why Dean was acting out. Dean narrowed his eyes. He hated the angel in front of him with every fiber of his being. He had put everyone Dean loved in danger, and that was unforgivable.

"You kept me away from my family and jump started the apocalypse without me around to protect them!" he shouted, Sam restraining Dean with a hand on his older brother's wrist. Zachariah clasped his hands together, a slight chuckle escaping closed lips.

"Well, we let it happen, but we didn't start it. Right Sammy?" Zachariah said with a wink. Unbeknownst to them Chuck was struggling deeply behind them, not one to run away when someone truly needed his help. Sam looked surprised for a second, but quickly played along, knowing it would allow them to keep Harry a secret a bit longer. Dean stood taller, feeling empowered. He felt like God had actually heard his prayer and it gave him confidence.

"You leave my brother out of this." He told them. The other two angels looked away nervously. Zachariah merely smiled.

"Fine. But we are all on the same team now. So, let's drop the hostility." The senior angel responded.

"Oh, is that so?" Dean asked sarcastically. "I don't want anything to do with you."

"You want to kill the devil, don't you?" Zachariah asked, eyebrow raised. "We want you to kill him! Lovely how that works out. You need to move now. While he is still weak and searching for his vessel." Dean internally smirked. Cas had already told him that Sam was Lucifer's vessel. He knew his brother would say no. "When he touches down it's gonna be Four Horsemen, red oceans, fiery skies. You can stop him Dean, but you need our help."

"Listen up you two faced douche. I don't want shit from you." Dean declared. He felt Harry bury his face in the small of his back. "We don't need you."

"No, you listen boy…" Time seemed to slow, and Dean could hear his heartbeat in his ears. He felt as if the air was pressing down on him as Harry's magical core filled the air with static. He was pushed out of the way and Harry sent a blue blast towards the angels. They disappeared in a flash of white. Harry took huffing breaths as his eyes dimmed down from baby blue to their new ocean blue. Chuck smiled at the impressive skills that Harry was showing. He closed his eyes however, and modified Zachariah's memory to be that Dean had banished them with a sigil.

"This sucks ass." Chuck commented, sitting in a nearby chair. "What are you guys gonna do next?"

"You're the prophet, shouldn't you be telling us?" Sam asked. Chuck shakily got up from his chair.

"Right! You're…right. Uhm, well let me think about it. You should…go stop Lucifer?" he said questioning himself. Dean let out a groan of impatience and headed towards the door.

"Thanks for nothing Chuck." He threw over his shoulder as he held the door open for Sam and Harry. The door shut with a loud slam. It was then that the blood on the floor began to sparkle. At first it was just bits and pieces, but soon it was the entire thing. It would grow bright and dim again like a heartbeat. Chuck stood off to the side, arms raised at his sides as he looked skyward. With a loud shout he brought his hands together, the sound echoing through the house. In a single blink Cas was once again in front of him, looking down at his body in confusion. His blue eyes met Chuck's cheerful ones.

"Welcome back Castiel!" he gushed with pride in his voice. He swept the angel into a hug, laughing merrily. Cas looked at the man in confusion when he pulled away. "Sorry I had to blow you up, but you see Dean has finally done it! He loves you!" Cas felt heat rise to his cheeks and touched one with his hand. "Ah- ha ha! Look at you! You are perfect Castiel, don't let the other angels tell you otherwise. You are my most prized son!"

"Father?" Cas said at last. He was feeling so much that he had never felt before. "Did you…do this to me?" he asked, pointing to his chest where feelings threatened to overwhelm him.

"No, Castiel…you did that all yourself. All I did was make you able to walk among the humans." Chuck responded. Cas gave a huff of a laugh. "This body is yours." He turned the angel to face the nearby mirror. "This is Castiel, Guardian of Humans." He spun him back around to face him. Chuck smiled brightly, feeling better than he had in many years. At last an angel had listened to him. At last all would be as it should be. "I need you to remember this in your heart." He told him softly, poking at the chest lightly. "Because I can't keep it in your brain." He kissed Castiel's forehead, sending his son away. He sat down, tears of joy slowly rolling down his cheeks. He couldn't contain himself though. He jumped up, organizing his home. He rushed upstairs, pulling on clothes and grabbing his shoes. He hustled to get them on as he picked up his phone. He stepped outside of his house, the first time in months. The sun fell on his face, warming him. A light breeze rustled the leaves. An elderly neighbor passed by waving at him. He rushed down the steps, grabbing her grocery bag and starting a conversation with her as they made way to her home.

"You seem to be in a good mood." Margret told him. He looked at the number above her head and with the quirk of an eyebrow added a few years.

"My son came to visit and reminded me of the man I was." He told her.

"That's wonderful dearie! I've been praying for you to get better, you know. Glad to know God is listening." She tutted as she unlocked her door. Chuck stepped into her house to set her groceries down, seeing various religious items around her home.

"Yeah." He said softly. "It is…"

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Harry looked around the room warily as he heard creaks and groans from the walls. The light above him barely worked, and so Dean had pulled the thick curtains away from the window. He jumped when he heard Dean slam the chamber shut on his gun. Dean didn't notice and continued to inventory their bags. He tossed away the charms that had worn out. He held onto the extras that Severus had packed however. Harry wandered past him, in search of the bathroom. Sam entered the room, tossing a bag at Dean. Dean inspected it for a second but did not recognize it.

"What's this?" he asked. Sam rubbed his hands on his pants, trying to remove the rest of the residue.

"Hex bags. Keeps demons and angels away." Sam said proudly. Dean gave a begrudging face of congratulations.

"Severus show you how to make this?" he asked as he turned to place it into the inventory pile. He turned back with a raised eyebrow when Sam didn't immediately answer. His younger brother pulled a hand through his hair nervously.

"No, uh Ruby did actually." Dean made an overexaggerated face to show he wasn't judging. He needed to keep his family together, there was no need to sow disagreement between them.

"Oh- well yeah okay. More power to ya. You were always the guy with something up his sleeve." Dean said with a big smile that stopped below the eyes. Sam expelled a breath, face scrunching as he felt the tension around him. "But uh, speaking of that…" Dean spread his arms out, pulling a face to express that he felt like a sitcom overbearing brother. "How you feeling? Need another shot of bitch blood?"

"Uh, well…no actually. Whatever got us out of that cavern, it cleaned me up." Sam admitted.

"Good!" Dean exclaimed, repacking their bags. Sam watched his brother for a moment. Dean was trying his best to hold it together, but Sam knew it wasn't healthy. He wanted to share the burden for once. He was no longer a young child who needed Dean to watch out for him. Dean needed someone to look out for him for once in his life. Sam sat at the kitchen counter, opening back up the potion book that Severus had given him. Dean had had someone to look after him for the past months, and it was taken away. It was no wonder his brother was acting so strange about family.

"Dean-" he started, concern coloring his voice.

"Sam!" Dean replied cheerfully. When Sam continued to look at him with puppy eyes, his own face became stern. "Look, don't even say anything."

"Well I'm worried- "

"Don't be."

"It's just that you were finally…" Sam saw the tenseness in Dean's shoulders. "I just don't want you to be too hard on yourself."

"Then why do you keep bringing it up?!" Dean snapped. He was well aware of everything he had lost. He was aware that his family was barely holding it together. He was aware that Bobby still hadn't replied to the text about their location. He was aware that the wizarding world wanted to keep Harry in their clutches. He knew his life was falling apart, but he didn't want to think about it. There were more important things to take care of. He would mourn when convenient, or not at all. "This is just another hunt, what do we do first?"

"Find the thing we're hunting?" Harry said quietly from behind Dean. He had heard his Dad's shout as he had walked back, and he had to admit that it scared him. But then suddenly Dean was kneeling in front of him giving him a smile.

"Absolutely right. Sammy, get to work, Harry and I are gonna find a place to order grub from." Dean said taking Harry's hand and leading him towards the door. Sam didn't even complain, knowing it would do them both well.

"Bring me a salad!"

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Nick was an average man with an average job that paid for his average house. He slowly trudged along the sidewalk, looking worse for wear. Bags were heavy under his eyes, and there was a tremble in his hand as he pushed open the gate to his home. It swung shut behind him, but a sudden gust of wind had it rattling. He looked back at it, but in the end merely hung his head, heading back to the house. If the killer was back to finish the job, he would welcome it. Nick rested his head against the door, tears burning at his eyes. He didn't want to go into an empty house. The wind picked up even more, and he let himself in, not bothering to turn on any lights. If a man was waiting in the shadows, he would give him a clear shot. Working on the same rut he had been for the past months he made his way to his own liquor cabinet pouring himself a stiff drink. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and flung the glass away. He tore at his clothes, feeling like they were suffocating him. In the end he slid down the wall, crying to himself.

"Why? Why not me?" he wailed. He stayed sobbing on the floor until he fell asleep. When he awoke again, he was in bed. He sat up in a panic, not knowing how it had happened. He ran a hand down his face, feeling something warm. Hand shaking, he brought it into the moonlight, gasping when he saw blood. Nick tore at the bedsheets, finding more and more blood. There was a racket as he stumbled towards the bedside lamp, clicking it on. Warm yellow light flooded the room, not a drop of blood in sight. "Alright, hold it together." He told himself. The slight hallucination led him to the conclusion that he had pulled himself to bed in a drunken stupor. He took a calming breath and laid back down, staring at the ceiling. Nick thought of his wife, of how she would push back his hair and tell him to count to ten. He turned on his side, shock overtaking him as he took in the sight. His wife laid next to him, a single drop of blood on her cheek.

"You are chosen." Nick screwed his eyes shut, counting to ten. When he opened them again, he was alone.

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Becky sat at her computer, glad to have the day to herself to write. In the background several posters about Supernatural the book series adorned her walls. The only thing that competed for the space were several pennants of her old school Ilvermorny. Normally, it would be hard to explain away such banners, but Becky rarely had people over, and when she did, it was merely her Supernatural Book club and they cared more about her other posters. Her lavish lifestyle was funded by her parents, who despite not approving of her living as a No-Maj, did not wish for her to suffer. The ministry held onto her wand for her, until the day she decided to marry a No-Maj or rejoin them and gain it back. Becky felt she may always remain without her wand, since she had not been very good when she had it to begin with. She was pulled from her thoughts when a skype call began to alert her on her screen. Her eyes widened a bit when she recognized the name as her favorite author. She hurriedly clicked the accept button, squealing when Chuck appeared on her screen, smiling at her.

"Oh my god! You're you!" she exclaimed. He gave a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Hi Becky." He said meekly. His eyes wandered to her room, letting out a sigh of relief that he had finally found a magical fan. "I'm so glad I got a hold of you, you can help me." He looked upwards worriedly, but quickly looked back at Becky. Becky quickly zeroed in on the strange occurrence.

"Are you alright?" she typed in the chat. Chuck commented on her posters as he typed a reply. He was taking a big gamble with this, but the next few steps in his plan were crucial, especially when all his subjects were terrible at being predictable.

"I am being watched." It read. "So, you think you can help me?" he said aloud, giving what he hoped was a winning smile.

"OH, of course! What do you need?" She hoped it was something that would put her into the spotlight. She did wonder who could be watching Carver however. She mentally gasped, perhaps someone was trying to steal his ideas for books! That would never do. The last book had ended on a bit of a cliffhanger.

"I need you to get a message to Sam and Dean." Becky glared. She had been made fun of enough in her school days to last a life time. Just because Carver was her favorite author did not mean that she was going to let anyone walk all over her again.

"I don't appreciate being mocked. I know Sam and Dean aren't real." She replied with crossed arms. Chuck raised a finger before ruffling around to stacks of paper. He pulled the one he wanted and looked at her with a smile.

"How about a sneak peek of the next book? Just tell me if it is okay?" he told her. Becky squealed with joy.

"Oh my gosh! Do you know how long we have been waiting? And that tricky little tease at the end. Sam and Dean go international!" She recited dramatically, arching her hand through the air. His level gaze had her zipping her lips and sitting excitedly. Chuck cleared his throat, shifting through to find the passage that he wanted.

"'The Leaky Cauldron' Harry asked, reading from the sign only he could see. 'That would be the one. If you will excuse us.' Petunia opened the door and led her son out. The two walked away from the Impala not sparing it a second glance and catching a cab not too far away." Chuck read to her.

"Did…did you say Leaky Cauldron. Like in London?" she slammed her hands on either side of her keyboard and leaned in real close to the computer screen. "Are you a freaking wizard?"

"No. I…I just see the things that Sam and Dean do…" Chuck was quick to explain, though when he stopped to consider it. He shook his head, getting off topic. "The next sixteen books are Sam and Dean dealing with the wizarding world. They go to Hogwarts and everything. They have clearance to know about magic."

"Oh my god it is real! I knew it!" she celebrated, throwing her hands up in the air.

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Sam was still bent over the journal when Harry and Dean returned with bags of food. Harry happily brought Sam his salad, earning a smile. Dean let himself drop onto the bed, munching on a burger. He flipped on the television, switching through channels, looking for something suitable. Harry took his chicken tenders and sat next to Dean. He was very meticulous in opening his ketchup cups, making sure not to spill at all. A cartoon flashed by on the screen.

"Oh, go back!" Harry pleaded. Dean gave him a side glance but agreed, watching the antics of a boy and three gem aliens. He internally groaned when the tv announced it was just beginning the marathon of the show. He tossed the remote next to Harry and went to sit with Sam. They studied in silence together for a few hours, when there was a knock at the door. Dean quickly checked his phone, but there was still no response from Bobby. He wondered if it was too much to assume the airline had lost the man's bag. Dean took out his gun, him and Sam falling into their usual open and check pattern. Harry had crouched behind the nearby sofa, watchful, but charged up just in case. Sam opened the door, revealing a blond woman with a gleeful face.

"Uh…can I help you lady?" Sam asked politely.

"Sam…is it really you?" she asked breathlessly. She stumbled forward, touching his chest. Sam captured her wrists and pulled her off him. Harry had come out of his hiding space, giving the woman a sour look.

"Do I know you?" Sam stared down at her bewildered. Dean had put away his gun, smirking at Sam's misfortune.

"No, but I know you. You're Sam Winchester." She beamed. She looked at Dean, pulling a face. "I pictured you different." Her eyes landed on Harry. "Oh no Castiel! They shrunk you!" Dean had enough and pulled Becky towards the door.

"That's not Cas." Becky dug her heels into the carpet, refusing to be pushed out. She managed to turn, grappling with Dean. Dean huffed, slightly surprised at how strong she was. When it looked like she might win, he stepped away letting her fall. "Fine. What the hell do you want? And how do you know who we are?" He did not fear it being an angel, because she had mistaken Harry for Cas. His eyes glanced at Harry from the corner of his eyes, and he had to admit at a quick glance he did look like a small Cas. If she was a demon faking it though, he knew Sam and him could take her.

"I've read every one of your books." She said with a giggle. "Well, not all. The last cliffhanger was when Castiel pulled you from Hell. Riveting. Mr. Edmund told me that you guys went to London though. Hogwarts!" Harry looked shocked. "Oh, don't worry. I'm a witch too." She said with a beaming smile. "Oh, he had a message for you!"

"Hopefully it wasn't time sensitive." Harry mumbled. He did not like her over exuberant attitude.

"The Michael Sword is on Earth. The angels lost it." She said. "Angels, nice change up. I was getting tired of the demon stuff."

"Does Chuck know where it is?" Sam asked. The Michael Sword was supposed to be powerful. It had cast Lucifer out of Heaven, he was sure if they could use it, they would be able to ban Lucifer from Earth too.

"Yes, in a castle, on a hill made of 42 dogs." She replied. Becky was met with blank stares. "I don't know what it means either. That's just what he said. I memorized every word…for you…" she swooned into Sam's arms. Dean jumped when his phone made a sudden beep. He looked at it, seeing a text from Bobby. Dean gave a sigh of relief. Without remorse he grabbed Becky by her wrist dragging her to the door.

"Well it's been nice, but we're expecting company." He tossed her out the door. "Oh, and Sam has a boyfriend so stuff it." He slammed the door in her face. Dean grinned at Sam, miming dusting off his hands. Sam gave a weak half smile, appreciating the gesture. When he thought more on it though, he wasn't sure if was allowed to call Severus his boyfriend. Nothing had happened after the man had declared his love. Sam hadn't said anything back, and he felt terrible about it. "Bobby's going to be here soon, Harry." Dean told his son. Harry simply nodded, still wondering about the American witch that had come to them.

"I'm going to go get ice." Sam said, grabbing the bin. He wanted to make sure the woman had left, but if she hadn't ask her some questions about the American wizarding school. Dean merely nodded, flopping back on the bed with Harry. Harry was eating mechanically, eyes distant as he fell deep into thought.

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Albus stared at the top of the Ravenclaw's point counter, where the blue gem rested tauntingly. He had no idea how Ms. Lovegood had been able to get it up there, but luckily not too many students had noticed it at the End of Term feast. Lifting his wand, he did a complicated swish, intending on sending the gem back to the caverns. Nothing of the sort occurred however. The gem merely shone brighter for a moment before fading back to normal. Albus glared, trying again, but with the same result. He turned his back on it, exiting the Great Hall. It was not as if all four gems were back in the castle. Rowena on her own was no threat, her diadem corrupted long ago. He stalked to his office, not noticing all the eyes of the portraits following him as he passed, blossoming into whispers of what he had tried to do the Founder's gem.

"Marshy Malkos." Albus said, the golden statue moving out of his way so he may enter. His eyes became pensive as he sat in his chair. It seemed that Harry Potter was alive, but who could he possibly be learning from? He doubted it was a Death Eater family, for the boy had destroyed the shadow of the Dark Lord. Any Light alliance would have immediately told him of having the boy, even if he did not want to be found out. He wearily pinched the bridge of his nose, thinking of who could have the boy. It was obvious he was not hiding out in a separate country, as he had been in time to save the Stone. Albus looked up suddenly as a thought hit him. Harry Winchester had claimed that they had followed Harry Potter, however, it seemed as if Potter hadn't needed anything from Gryffindor Tower. How would Potter know that Voldemort had been after the Stone on that night? He thought of the desperation in Dean's voice as he called out to Potter.

Much like Hermione Granger, Albus spent hours creating theories and ways to test them come start of term.

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There was a knock at the door of their motel room, and Dean opened it with a grin, greeting Bobby with a big hug. If it lasted a bit longer than normal neither said a thing. Dean was simply glad that he had not died without making up with the man he considered a father. Harry waved excitedly, but Bobby must have not seen because he moved straight to the table. Harry faltered for a second before shrugging and going back to the tv. He figured that Bobby was tired from driving, plus the episode that was on was really calling to him, especially when their leader began to sing. He knew that the adults were talking amongst each other, but all he could feel was his heart thrumming as he heard the beautiful voice. It was almost hypnotic the calming effect it had. He was glad otherwise the memories it dredged up would have overwhelmed him. He took a deep breath along with the rhythm, allowing himself to think about his first year of being a wizard. He never thought he could just leave the Dursley's behind. His eyes popped open when he heard Dean closing the chamber of his gun. He glanced over, but the adults were still discussing things, laughing at Sam's expense. He shook the fear out of his head. He was a Gryffindor, he wasn't supposed to get scared. He pushed down all his memories again, thinking it would not hurt to keep them locked away. After all, he reasoned, if he just tried to forget it was as if it had never happened. In the very back of his mind, he would think that the Dursleys were still being their terrible selves in number 4 Privet Drive. He nodded to himself, but was broke out of his revive by Bobby's voice.

"You're damn right you didn't listen!" he shouted, standing from his seat to tower over Sam. Harry gasped, drawing the attention. "But you're wrong. It ain't your fault, it's his." He accused pointing a finger at Harry.

"M-mine?" Harry stuttered.

"You must be a cursed child! First you bring the deaths of your own parents, and then you almost take my sons as well. Now thousands of deaths are going to be on your hands." Harry shakily brought his hands in front of his face, the visage of the bullet hitting his uncle forcing itself back to the front, despite his desperation to ignore it. He knew this would happen, since the beginning. Everyone always left him. Maybe he was cursed.

"Bobby…" Dean began to interject. It was out of character for the man to lash out, but he figured the pressure of the Apocalypse was getting to them. The lights began to flicker, and Dean grabbed the nearest salt gun.

"It's him. How can you trust something with magic? Something half-demon?" he asked Dean. Dean looked lost for words. He didn't know what to say. He didn't think that Harry was a bad kid, but not many things survived the unsurvivable. Dean had been doing the same as Harry, pushing down the hurt to forget, but now Cas was in his vision and tears clouded his eyes. "If we survive this, the two of you can go back to the world of magic, and if I ever catch you in our world, that will be the last time you see it." Sam scooped up Harry, and Dean was reminded that Harry had a deeper connection with Cas and Sam than he did with plain old Muggle Dean.

"There's a church nearby. We're gonna go look at some lore there." Sam told Dean. Dean nodded.

"Yeah you two do that." Bobby said nastily, sitting back in his chair with a scowl. Harry struggled away from Sam, tears flowing down his cheeks. He ran out of the door, not stopping until his lungs felt as if they were on fire. He knew it would only be a matter of time before the Winchesters rejected him. Petunia had been right, he was a hassle to deal with. She had at least kept him close, even if it was to do chores. The young boy looked back to where he could see Sam chasing him, but his blue eyes grew hard and with a hard spin he wished himself away.

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Harry stumbled as he landed in Chuck's home. He gazed around wondering why his magic had brought him here of all places. Chuck appeared from upstairs, wearing maroon sweater and brown slacks. He was not surprised to find Harry here. The boy was obviously lost, for the second time in a long while, he let his mask fall enough for Harry to recognize him. The young boy went slack jawed, realizing he was standing in the presence of god. Then his eyes narrowed dangerously as Chuck brought back the mask. His small fists clenched at his sides, but Chuck knew they could cause damage if need be.

"You!" Harry shouted. "This is all your fault!" he continued, tears in his eyes. Chuck made to say something but was cut off. "Why on earth would you make someone like me?" Harry asked, voice cracking. "Why didn't you save my parents…why didn't you let me die?" the last bit was whispered with the tone of one who had given up. Chuck felt his heart break for the child who had fallen though the cracks. For the thousands of children that had fallen through.

"There is nothing wrong with you Heimrich." He told the boy softly. He gently touched the boy's shoulder, seeing all the people linked to the boy by golden thread. He saw the boy's past and it felt like a physical blow. When he pulled away, Harry was glaring at him.

"Why did you call me that?" he asked.

"It is your name, at least the way you are now, as a Winchester." Chuck said with a shrug. Harry shook his head.

"It's just Harry." A lightbulb seemed to go off in Chuck's mind. Harry was struggling because he felt like he had to act a certain way to be accepted. He feared parts of himself, and others he did not know much about. He knew exactly how to help his young fledgling. He tapped Harry on the forehead, sending him to where he needed to be, erasing their interaction completely.

Harry stumbled as he landed in an unfamiliar room, surrounded by various piles of junk. He straightened himself, cautiously walking around. There were so many random objects stacked up, that he couldn't determine the use of the room. He froze when he saw a figure pass by a different pile. He pulled his wand, though he didn't know a lot of spells. Harry crept forward again, seeing the figure moving quickly though the piles.

"Harry Potter." A voice whispered behind him. He whirled, pointing his wand at the woman in front of him. The shadows were still hiding her face, but her long black hair spilled over to the floor. She wore a deep blue dress with bronze accents. She stepped forward, revealing her face, and Harry then knew who it was. Though it made no sense, Harry knew that he was looking at Rowena Ravenclaw. Laying across her forehead daintily was a diadem, small sapphires embedded throughout. Was this why Rowena had wanted her stone back in Hogwarts? He gazed into her eyes. The right was the same indigo he had seen in the Mirror of Erised, but a jagged stitching across her face isolated her other eye, which was a reflective silver.

"Mrs.…Mrs. Ravenclaw?" he asked hesitantly. She smiled slightly, though the portion of her face that contained the silver eye did not respond.

"Harry, did we not tell you to expect us?" she asked. Harry's face scrunched, but then slowly a memory drifted forward. A dream he had quite some time ago.

"Be unafraid for the heirs to come, be brave." He responded. "But you are the founder, wouldn't it…I thought like your great great granddaughter would be the one…" Rowena chuckled.

"I am of course not the original Rowena Ravenclaw. Merely an imprint of her, that she laid into her gem. In a way I am both her and not her." A shiver went though her as her silver eye tried to turn red. She closed her eyes, pushing the influence away. "We must hurry…I cannot maintain form for long. When I disappear, you will not touch this diadem, is that clear?" she said sternly. Harry nodded quickly. "Good, sit on the floor, cross legged." Harry did as she said, mimicking her posture as she did the same. "Breathe deeply, focus on nothing but my voice." Harry followed her instruction, feeling himself drift away.

He opened his eyes with a gasp, seeing Rowena sitting in front of him. She no longer had mismatched eyes but attached to her waist was a thick chain that led off to a box. It rattled angrily, but Harry could not see inside. There was a similar chain around his waist, leading to a bigger box, though his was calm. Rowena wordlessly produced the hand mirror that Harry had left at the bottom of his trunk. Harry saw that he looked the same as he did normally. Castiel's blue eyes, James' midnight brown hair, Lily's face and skin tone, Dean's eye shape and nose. Rowena took the mirror back, swirling her hand over it, several black stallions burst from it, coming to rest around them. Harry watched in awe as they melded into three distinct forms. The first was a black haired, blue eyed angel with skin as white as snow and small golden wings on his back. The second was a white haired, black eyed demon with charcoal skin, sharp teeth, jagged horns and bat like wings. Harry was horrified at the second form, never having seen it to completion while under Taleven's torture. The third was simply Harry James Potter, with the lightning scar faded to a thin pink line upon his forehead, hidden by the fringe of his hair. He wore customary Gryffindor robes.

"Take a moment and think of the relationship you have with yourself." Rowena told him softly. Harry looked over unsure of where to start. Rowena gave a helping hand and brought the angel and demon to the forefront. The remaining stallions turned into a wispy smoke like image. One circled the demon, causing it to lash out with long claws. The horse was able to prance away, and the demon followed, capturing it, only for it to explode into a memory. "You're stupid Muggle parents aren't around to help you now." Harry gave a low growl, the boy falling to his knees, screaming loudly. "I didn't mean to put all those bad images in Crespin's head. I knew I couldn't use my angel powers on him. I…I don't know what I used, it just felt…dark and…and…"The demon covered his face, claws digging into his scalp as he fell to his knees, the stallion circling him mockingly. Meanwhile the angel made to go help, his stance tall and proud. Another stallion cut off his path, but blue eyes simply glowed bright and he jumped over, rushing towards the demon.

"Why would he help that thing?" Harry asked softly as he saw a whole stampede of stallions block off the angel, causing it distress.

"Why not? Is it not you?" Rowena responded, looking at the demon which was halfway between demonic and human. Harry felt his heart ache at the way the demon sobbed. The angel suddenly cried out, snapping the demon out of its grief. Harry looked to the angel seeing the stallions grazing him and bringing with it bursts of memory. He exploded with energy, rushing Claire with an angelic attack. Another touched the angel. The Gryffindor was a natural on the broom, but that was not what was aiding him in his revenge. No, Theo was looking into a powerful electric blue. The Slytherin did not even shout as he was deposited in a nearby tree. The angel's wings spread out in defense. "Harry! Bloody hell mate! Where you going?" Ron called after him. The gangly boy gave a yelp as Cas ran past him as well, barely catching Harry before the boy entered to forest. He quickly pulled away however when angry glowing blue eyes were turned to him. The demon had gotten to his feet, trying to move past his own stallion. Cas cast a concerned look at the trust between Sam and Harry, not beaming as he usually did when Harry used his "special" powers. The man almost looked pained to have witnessed Harry's act. The angel looked on the verge of giving up. Heroes, on the other hand, were alone on a pedestal, and when they fell, the crowds only gathered to watch, not to catch. The fire snuffed itself out, a pair of bright blue eyes continuing to stare into darkness.

"You're losing sight, you're losing touch, all these little things seem to matter so much, that they confuse you…" Rowena said, having also seen the memories. "This is why you need your demon half. You are pure of heart Harry. You however, are at war. You will not always use your powers to heal and save. These small misuses of power, they do not make you evil, just as having demon powers does not make you evil. It is how you use them. To hurt the innocent, to destroy the irreplaceable…these are things that you are not capable of." Harry sighed, looking over as the demon finally reached the angel, shielding it with its own body. "Are you going to let this be the way you fall apart?"

"It's not." Harry admitted, knowing that his demon powers had helped him in more than on occasion. He hadn't realized how he still kept his powers under wraps subconsciously. The demon helped the angel to its feet and they twisted together to become Heimrich Winchester, a perfect mix of Dean and Castiel. A large black stallion suddenly stood over Winchester, blocking out the artificial sky.

"What is that?" Rowena asked in horror.

"Something I did…" Harry whispered, as the stallion stamped out the boy. The scene overtook the entire artificial environment, and Harry felt as if he were back in the caverns. Even Rowena was surprised at how powerful the memory was. He didn't know what power was allowing him to burn the man, but he could feel it pooling around his center. He forced it into his palms and grabbed ahold of Quirrell. The man's eyes stared deep into his as Harry used his demon strength to prevent the man from escaping his grip. The eyes were scared and in pain, but just barely there was a hint of relief. From behind him Voldemort was still yelling. "KILL HIM KILL HIM KILL HIM!" Quirrell looked deep into Harry's eyes. "Kill me." Harry heard the door from the last obstacle open and let in another person. A few moments later it opened again, and footsteps were rushing towards him. Quirrell crumbled to dust and Harry fell to his knees, sobbing. The scene returned to normal, Heimrich standing off to the side, hugging himself. Harold stepped forward, placing a hand on the other boy's shoulder. He held up a smallball of pastel orange light in his hand, showing it to the other boy. "What is that?"

"That is Lily Potter's love."

"L-Love killed Quirrell?" Harry asked, appalled. Both Heimrich and Harold held onto the glowing ball and the soft light encased the both of them. Very briefly Harry saw the Golden Warrior as the two became one, but the golden glow and wings shrunk away, leaving an exact copy of just Harry. Harry stood from the floor, reaching out to his copy. He was held back however by the large box. Rowena gasped as his box grew larger, black trendils escaping. The copy noticed Harry struggling and rushed towards him, glowing orange. The two collided and Rowena was forcibly ejected from Harry's mind.

When Harry opened his eyes once more, he saw the diadem laying on the ground in front of him. He ignored it as Rowena had instructed him to, moving to a door that stood alone in the rubble. He grabbed the handle, giving the room one last glance. The diadem glittered, enticing him. Turning the knob, he stepped through the door, reappearing on the streets of America, Sam catching up to him as if no time had passed. He let Sam scoop him into a hug, but he could not forget what had happened to him. He shut down as he reflected inwardly. Sam assumed it was from Bobby's comment, but Harry was not thinking of it. Love had killed a man. So then, what could hate do?

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It was hours later, and Dean and Bobby had made no progress in finding anything. Dean had been mostly silent for the time being, waiting for Bobby to apologize for what he had said about Harry. The older man didn't seem inclined to do anything of the sort however. Bobby shifted, and Dean drew his attention away from his book, hoping that the moment had come.

"Can't believe we had to clean up another one of your father's messes." Bobby groused, as he pulled another book closer to him.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked neutrally. Maybe Bobby was coming around, admitting that John had been to late to save such a sweet boy. After all, it had been a few hours. He missed his son, and all his off the wall suggestions. He had not even turned off the cartoons playing on the TV.

"About the boy. He became a godfather to a witch, when he should have just killed her." Dean slammed the book he was reading shut. This was not the man he knew, but his emotions were clouding his thoughts.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Means, why the hell are we dealing with any witch or wizard? Maybe Salem had the right idea." He muttered. Dean stood, heading over to a nearby duffle bag, pulling out his father's journal. Bobby simply watched him. Dean was furious, and flipped through the journal quickly, needing to prove to Bobby that he was wrong. In his incessant flipping of pages, a small card fell out. Dean paused long enough to pick it up but paused when he saw what it was for. It was a small business card for a storage unit in New York.

"Castle Storage. 42 Rover Hill." He read aloud. "Dad's had the Michael Sword all this time. He must have been planning to use it on Azazel. Which means it could kill something powerful…" Dean didn't notice Bobby slowly getting up as he ranted, putting the journal away. Bobby grabbed a nearby barstool and with a mighty swing knocked Dean unconscious. His eyes turned black in glee. He pulled out his cellphone, dialing the number that his leader had given him. It rang only a few times before she answered.

"We got it." He told her. He dragged Dean up by his arms with ease as two other demons entered the motel room. The female gazed around the room quickly, taking notice of the child like things in their prescene. The demon in Bobby noticed her look. "The kid went with Sam to the church." He explained. The female demon, Meg, nodded. She shut her eyes and held her hands out to the side, getting the impression of the child's magic from the dormant things in the room.

"Ice the Hunter." She said once she felt she would recognize the child should she go searching for him. The demon grinned, catching the demon blade that she tossed to him. He went to strike but this arm froze in place inches from Dean's chest. His smile faded as he fought harder for control of the arm. "How sweet. Old man doesn't want to kill Dean." Meg said, sarcasm dripping in every word. Within his mind Bobby was filling with panic but he knew that he would not allow this demon to kill Dean. It was enough that it had said such foul things to Harry. He felt as if he were in some sort of amphitheater, the demon's influence a few feet from him, pulling on the trendils of consciousness to manipulate his body like a puppet on strings. The hazy black smoke figure turned its head to Bobby. Bobby glared back, holding tightly to the thread that controlled his arm.

"This is my body, you son of a bitch." He grunted, twisting the thread dramatically. Brilliant pastel orange light filled the amphitheater and Bobby felt himself gain control in the real world. He collapsed to the floor, having stabbed himself in the back to kill the demon. He had no time to consider what he would do next as the door burst open, Harry and Sam entering. Bobby was sprawled on the floor, bleeding profusely. Dean laid next to him unconscious.

"No!" Sam called out. Meg stood in his way as he tried to get to his family. The male demon had moved forward to collect Dean over his shoulder, struggling a bit at the awkward position the man had fallen into.

"Heya Sam. Did you miss me?" she asked. Sam glared, the anger tenfold than she had been expecting. It took her by surprise, so much so that she did not notice Harry fall to his hands and knees and begin crawling past her to Bobby. The man encouraged the boy with the beckoning of a finger.

"Meg." Sam hissed out. He swung at her, missing, but not deterred. The spar began, though it was apparent that Meg would come out the victor.

"Hard to fight me without your Super Special Demon powers huh?" she taunted. She landed a solid kick to his chest, sending him flying back. She turned in time to see the child stab the demon blade into her partner with both hands. He shuddered as he pulled the blade back out and fell to his knees, hands covering his ears. She grinned, it was her chance to destroy the boy who had killed Lilith. She took a step towards him but faltered when his eyes snapped open, pinning her with pained blue eyes. Harry stood, blade held loosely in his hand, eyes shining with angel grace. Meg thought better of the plan and with a pained scream from her host, bailed out. Harry tiredly let the blade fall out of his hand, crawling to Bobby's side, clutching the older man's hand in his own small ones. Bobby smiled at him, bringing tears to Harry's eyes.

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Nick slowly packed away belongings, knowing he would not be able to afford to continue living in the grand house now that he had lost his job. With muted energy he placed his child's possessions into a single box. He stepped away for a second to grab something but was brought back when the wailing of a baby could be heard in the box. He dug through it, and when he became impatient, he tipped the entire box over. Nick snatched up the baby monitor, his hand trembling as it continued to cry. That same wind from the other night seemed to follow him as he passed the baby rocker as it swung slightly. The crying stopped, and he reached out a hand to still the rocker. Something was niggling at the back of his mind, as if he had forgotten something. The crying came again in full force and he wasted no time in sprinting up to the nursery. As he passed the threshold it grew silent once more. Nick flipped on the light, just to be sure, shoulders sagging as he looked over an empty crib. He turned his back, lazily turning the light off, when the baby monitor came to life again. Instead of crying however, it uttered a single phrase.

"Legatum Perdere." Nick felt his breathing quicken when the sound of rushing water came from behind him. Yet, he turned anyway, seeing red spilling out from the crib. He fell to his knees, crawling towards the crib as the blood continued to pour from it, covering the floor. Wailing filled the small room as he got closer to the crib. He could not force himself to look within it, but he did not have to because now he remembered. He remembered that he had awoken to the crying to see his wife lying dead next to him, several slashes all along her body, covered in her blood. He remembered barreling into the room to see a dark figure brandishing a wand over his son's bed. The hood slipping to reveal one of his wife's friends. Walking forward after the man had fled. His son, cold and thin, every single drop of blood spilled from his body.

Nick cried himself to sleep.

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Bobby groaned as Sam and Dean moved just a bit too fast as they carried him in through the emergency entrance to the hospital. Harry stood behind him, pressing a towel against the wound in Bobby's lower back. There was a commotion as Dean called for help. A kind doctor took over Harry's job as they got him onto a gurney.

"What happened?" Asked a young black nurse, as she directed the gurney into one of the trauma rooms.

"He got stabbed. He uh…we just found him when the kid came running for help. I don't even know who this is." Dean lied. Sam gave him a look, but it dawned on him that Dean was playing a long con. She nodded, instructing them to wait in the main waiting room to be questioned later. Harry was placed in a chair outside of the room, a warm blanket placed over his shoulders. Reality seemed to hit him, and tears welled up as he thought of Bobby's smile. He stood and looked through the small window as they cut apart Bobby's clothing to try and find any other injuries. He glanced back to see Sam glancing his way. His uncle ran a finger down his face and Harry knew he was to create a distraction, so they could leave. Harry looked back through the window, seeing them roll Bobby onto his side and check his spine. They already had uncertain looks on their faces. Harry pounded against the glass, gaining their attention. Then, real fears began to surface, ones he had not confronted when with Rowena. He might lose Bobby, with the last words the man had told him being hateful. One of the people in the room, who was moving a big machine attached rom the ceiling cried out when it zapped them. The doctors stood still as the power in the room fluctuated. Harry hit the glass hard enough to crack it. Two security guards, who had been explaining to Sam and Dean where to sit, rushed over, trying to pull the kid back. Harry was stronger than they had imagined though, and it took the both of them. As the lights returned to normal the doctors continued. They stabilized Bobby, rolling him out to a more permanent room. The same nurse came and led Harry there.

"Get out." He told her, when she tried to question him. The nurse gave a sigh, electing to try again later once the boy had calmed down. Harry went over to Bobby's bedside, who was filled up on pain meds. Harry had seen the basic tests they had done to the man. The doctor had asked Bobby five times to wiggle his toes. Bobby had not done it once. Bobby had complained each time a doctor touched his arms or chest to administer pain meds, or check or wounds. He did not notice the head doctor poking as his feet.

"It's bad, isn't it, kid?" Bobby asked. Harry merely nodded. Bobby huffed a disappointed sigh as he looked to the ceiling. "Balls."

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Sam and Dean warily made their way to the storage unit, unlocking it with the code that had been written on the back of the business card. The door creaked loudly as it retracted, the room dark. The brother's stepped in, amazed at what they saw. There were at least five demons trapped within the Devil's Trap that John had painted on the floor years ago. All of them were dead, hands empty. Dean scanned the room, not seeing anything that resembled a sword at all. Sam nudged at one of the bodies with a look of distaste but shrugged when Dean gave him a questioning look. When Dean looked over the room again, Zachariah appeared, two angels with him once more. He glared.

"Aren't you glad we were here to fix your slip up?" Zachariah asked smugly, gesturing to the demons.

"Where's the sword?" Dean asked in irritation. He was glad that they had left Harry with Bobby, knowing that Zachariah would not take kindly to the one who had banished him. Zachariah slowly lifted a finger and pointed at Dean. It took a quick glance behind him to realize that the angel was pointing to him.

"Are you saying that Bobby stabbed himself over a metaphor?" he growled out, taking a threatening step towards Zachariah. The angel blinked in confusion before his sickeningly condescending laugh erupted from his lips. Humans were such simple creatures, yet always made everything much more complicated than it needed to be. He had no idea what Castiel saw in this human. He was flawed beyond belief. To be a vessel to Michael no less, he would need work, change everything about him. He shook his head slightly, knowing that was a task or another day.

"Metaphor?" he laughed. "No, Dean, the sword in inside of you." Zachariah told him, causing Dean to clutch at his chest at the thought. "Once Michael enters your body, he will be able to pull the sword from your DNA and use it to fight off Lucifer." He explained to put the man on edge. He knew how much it bothered Dean to not have control of his body. It was one of his greater fears. He internally sneered, wondering how he explained away an inebriated state due to his own habits.

"How about I just get it out and use it myself?" Dean asked predictably. He would never allow himself to be used as a vessel. Zachariah gave a sly smirk.

"You? Defeat Lucifer with your insecurity and self-loathing? You are hardly an acceptable parent, how then can I just hand over the most powerful weapon of Heaven?" Dean swung, Zachariah taking a step back to avoid being hit. "Despite your incompetence, only an Archangel can remove it. You must be wary of Lucifer, it would be better for you if Michael could protect the sword." The angel knew that the man would not listen to reason. It would take conflict and a push once he was on the edge to get the Hunter to agree. He wished the boy had come with them, knowing it would be the perfect leverage.

"Take it back!" he shouted, face tinging red in embarrassment. Zachariah said nothing, and Dean continued the one sided fight. The other angels made to step forward, but Zachariah waved them off. When Dean paused to catch his breath, Zachariah pointed a finger towards Sam.

"Bang." He muttered. Sam cried out, falling to the ground, clutching his leg. Dean spared him a glance before whirling back around to attack the senior angel. He was too emotional, and none of his hits landed. Zachariah grew bored. "Enough. I can break more than his legs."

"I will never accept Michael. So, fuck off." He told the angel.

"Really, not even if I offer to cure you of stage 4 stomach cancer?" he questioned, watching as Dean doubled over, coughing up blood. The man resolutely shook his head no. "Or give Sam his lungs back?" Sam gasped futilely, falling back onto the hard concrete. Dean stared at him with heat in his eyes. He knew that Zachariah could not kill them, not when they did not have viable vessels to replace them. He was proved correct when Zachariah reversed what he had done with a sour expression.

"Things not going to plan?" he mocked. He knew that the angels had not accounted for Harry pulling the two plans together to make a brand new one, that was made along the way with Free Will. Zachariah opened his mouth to insult the man but was interrupted by the strangled cry of the angel behind him and a bright light. There was a thump as he fell to the ground, the silver of an angel blade glinting in the dim lighting. Cas stepped forward, fighting with the other angel. Zachariah had not moved, in shock. Dean took this moment to stand, grabbing the rope on the wall behind him. Cas stabbed the other guard, the bright light flooding the room long enough for Dean to step up behind Zachariah and trap him with the rope. He glanced at Cas over Zachariah's shoulder.

"How are you…?" The senior asked.

"Alive?" Cas finished smugly. "You know how." He answered. Even though he believed that Raphael had burst him into a million pieces, in his heart he knew he was back to due to God. While he did not remember it was Chuck, he was positive that God loved him enough to bring him back, and so his path must be the right one.

"No, it can't be." He gasped. They thought God had abandoned them. Why then was Castiel standing before him once more. There was no possible way that God wanted this traitor amongst their midst.

"You're scared. You should be." Castiel let his eyes light up. "Leave. I won't ask twice." Dean dropped the rope once Zachariah departed. He pulled Castiel close, crushing him in a hug. The angel smiled, briefly returning the hug. "The two of you need to be more careful. Lucifer is close to gaining a temporary vessel." He told them. Dean stepped back, looking over to Sam. "I am glad you all survived. Your engravings went away when you were healed though." He pressed his hands against their chests, the brothers smiling slightly as they felt the familiar tingle of protection falling over them.

"How are you alive Cas?" Sam asked. Cas looked up towards the Heavens, but in the end shifted his gaze out to the hallway, out to the world before him.

"God. He saved us all. I know it." He muttered.

"Well you can join us and tell us more when we…" Dean did not have the chance to ask for further clarification because the angel left in a flutter of wings. "get home," he finished in a whisper. Sam placed a heavy hand on his shoulder. Dean allowed himself to take this comfort from his brother, the two of them returning to the car.

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"Nick." The man opened his eyes, the remnants of his dream world falling away as the droning tone of reality set in. Slowly, he sat up, looking towards the voice. It was his wife, though she did not look as he remembered her. Instead of the white night slip she had worn the times past he had seen her, she now wore beautiful robes of lavender with silver trim. "This is a dream Nick, but it is real." She told him, her voice sweet like honey. Her brown eyes regarded him carefully.

"Sarah?" he asked, confused. She had never dressed like this in her life, he did not understand why he was seeing her like this. Unbidden the vision from the other night whispered through his mind, of a man in black robes with a wand.

"I am not your wife, Nick. I am an angel." The vision told him. "My name is Lucifer." Nick cracked a smile, much to Lucifer's surprise.

"Right, uh, Satan. Do me a favor and remind me to not drink before bed." He told her, turning away from the vision. In an instant she was in front of him, wand in hand. Nick sat up startled. He knew that his visions could not hurt him, that they were not real. Why though was he imaging witches and wizards? Lucifer sat next to him, pushing her brown hair behind her ear.

"You are beginning to remember aren't you Nick? It is why you have started drinking more." Lucifer asked him, twirling the wand lazily. Nick watching the tip of it as it glowed softly. He had never seen Sarah with a wand, but as he thought of it, he had remembered seeing her in this dress before he had officially met her. Just a pacing glance at her face during the Christmas season. He had meant to approach her, but within a blink of an eye she had disappeared. He did not meet her again for nearly a year, by then he had even forgotten about her, but apparently, she not of him. Upon meeting her, she had been in plain jeans and a lavender tee shirt, silver earrings in place. His child being born, he remembered that she had insisted that he go to work, and that she was fine. When he had returned home, her aunt had been at her bedside, placing the baby in her arms. Throughout the next days he made to replace things for her, but the heating pad was always warm, the bottles never empty, and the diapers always clean. He did not know how she had managed such a feat. Now, he knew. Magic. "There you go Nick." Lucifer whispered. Nick did not ask how Lucifer knew what he was thinking.

"Why, what…" he paused, unsure of what he was asking. Lucifer knew though, as if they had been friends forever.

"There are Dark Wizards out there. The ones in Great Britain, well, they are obsessed with Blood Purity. They would have killed your family for being with a Muggle such as yourself. Here in America, well, magic is magic. You have it, or you don't and that's all good and fine. What they do not like, is those who give away their heritage to live a Muggle life. They find there is no excuse. Why, Muggles are not even seen as second class citizens within the wizarding world, but rather as equals. They have plenty of Muggle jobs within the wizarding world, so that magicals may keep their spouses complacent and happy."

"That sounds…terrible." He admitted. He loved his job, he could not imagine what use they would have for someone like him in the magical world. "Why did they not kill me too?"

"As I said, the Dark ones here in America, they do not care about magic versus no magic. They did not blame you for marrying Sarah. Sarah was the traitor in their eyes." Nick sat silent for a long moment, absorbing everything that had been said. Unknown to him, small chimes were alerting Aurors from his case that it was time to refresh his memory charm. Auror Cartal frowned, as Nick Pellegrino was not scheduled for an updated memory for another few months. He shrugged, pulling on his robes and grabbing his badge before Apparating to the Pellegrino residence.

"There is no way that I can ever get justice now." Nick said sadly, knowing that it had been the only thing keeping him alive. Arty, his neighbor had tried to help, but a few months in his story had changed. Yet he had passed all the lie detector tests again, and no one knew what to think.

"I can help you with that." Lucifer said, standing before Nick. She held out a hand. "If you allow me to use your body as my vessel, I can bring justice." She said. Nick thought about it for a moment, and Lucifer wanted to yell at him to hurry, as he could hear somebody creaking up the stairs. Lucifer twitched slightly, creaking up the stairs just as he had years prior.

"I want your promise. That this ring will not come off, and that you cannot be with anyone while in this body." For a moment, Lucifer was impressed with the man's dedication. Then again, not anyone could be the vessel to the Archangel of Unconditional Love.

"I can agree," Lucifer said, extending his hand a bit more. Auror Cartal opened the door just as Nick clasped Lucifer's hand, his wand only saved from clattering to the ground by his Auror skills. There was a brilliant glow as the vision of Sarah sunk into Nick, red eyes staring out at the Auror. "So, we meet." Lucifer said, with a sickening smile. "I know what you did."

"Come now Nick. Have a seat." Auror Cartal urged, lifting his wand and casting Imperio. It reflected off harmlessly from the Archangel.

"Did you really think, that you could pull the wool over the eyes of an angel?" Lucifer asked. He rushed forward, pinning Cartal to the wall. He relished in feeling his power flow through Nick, enhanced by the man's love for his wife. He leaned close to Cartal's ear as he fried him alive. "You took this man's Legacy. You took his Heart. Did you think you could get away from that?" Cartal only sputtered as foam formed at his mouth. "I will make sure that my demons hold a cell for you down below." He dropped the dead weight as Cartal's eyes burned from his sockets. Lucifer brushed off his new vessel, the gleam of the wedding ring on his hand catching his eye. He contemplated it for a moment, but in the end, he left it.

Afterall, his own Heart had been lost eons ago.

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"Unlikely to walk again? Why you son of a bitch! I'll kick your ass! Get the hell out of my sight." Bobby shouted, startling the doctor in the room. He clutched his clipboard to him tightly, glancing at Harry. Harry sighed, placing a hand on Bobby's shoulder.

"Grandpa…" he tried to interrupt.

"Take your medical degree and shove it up your- "

"Grandpa!" Harry said a bit louder, although there was waver to his voice. Bobby closed his mouth with a click, crossing his arms and turning his head away. Harry released a breath of relief, before looking at the doctor. "Well? You heard the man, out!" The man nodded quickly, not wanting to irritate the volatile Singers again. The pair of them had been giving the staff trouble with their tempers and loud voices. Dean and Sam nearly ran into the fleeing doctor as they came into the room. Sam gave Harry a look, the boy looking down abashedly. Bobby scoffed.

"Can you believe the nerve? Never walk again my ass." He muttered. "Did you find the sword?" Bobby asked. Of the three, he was the one that never excluded Harry if he were already around. It would do the boy no good to be ignorant of what was happening, especially considering what had happened in the Caverns. He frowned, remembering what he had said to Harry when he was possessed by the demon. He made to say something regarding it but figured an apology would be better once they were alone.

"I am the sword." Dean admitted. Bobby's brow furrowed.

"That some type of metaphor?" The old man asked. Dean shook his head, wishing it were. He was only human after all, he was meant to be the mundane one. He cursed himself for jinxing it.

"Seems on some sort of subatomic level, the sword is in me." Dean explained. "Heh, say that five times fast." Bobby glared to show he was not amused. "Anyway. Only an Archangel can take it out. The angels want me to say yes to Michael, so he can retrieve his sword and defeat Lucifer. Here's a tidbit of info, did you know he is the Archangel of Unconditional Love."

"That…actually makes sense." Sam said slowly, catching Harry's interest. The young boy knew the power of love, but unconditional? How powerful could Lucifer get?

"Uhm, excuse me, red skinned pitchfork wielding evil incarnate is the right choice?" Dean asked in disbelief, but by this point, even Bobby had a contemplative look on his face.

"Think about it, Dean, why did Lucifer fall?" Sam asked him. He was met with a blank look and a shrug. Sam rolled his eyes. "Because he loved God too much. He loved God so much, that he could not blame him for the way that humans turned out. He hated humans, saying they were flawed, because they failed his test in the garden of Eden. He was testing Eve and Adam, seeing if they would follow God's law out of a sense of love for the man that created them. In his mind, Eve betrayed God. Unconditional love can be dangerous. Think of all the mothers of serial killers who still claim their child was the sweetest ever."

"So, Lucifer is considered Evil because he defended his father's mistake?" Harry asked softly. It caused a stillness in the room.

"No, he…he is evil because of what he did after, when he felt his love was rejected." Sam explained further.

"Like Severus?" Harry queried, a lilt in his voice showing his confusion. He did not think that Severus was evil, no matter what the Gryffindors thought. His thoughts strayed to Voldemort. Had he been rejected love? Would he, Harry, have turned evil if he had stayed with the Dursley's?

"N-no." Sam stuttered, getting a bit flustered. "Lucifer, he…he…" Sam was at a loss for words. Harry was still looking up at him with wide blue eyes, desperately needing an answer. "He tempts people to use their love for bad."

"Like when I killed Quirrell. Did the devil make me do that?" Harry asked, a slight tremor appearing in his hands as he thought about that night. Sam felt his heart break. Dean looked skyward, desperately wishing that Cas had come with them. The angel would be able to better explain.

"You did not do a bad thing when you killed Quirrell." Bobby said. "You set that man free. You used your love for good." Harry looked over to Bobby in shock, not knowing that the man had been told the story by Severus. "Severus was not evil. Misguided, he did not realize what an impact he was having with his actions. Yes, he joined Voldemort, only wanting to be accepted. Now he works for the good guys and is trying to help you. He felt bad. You feel bad. So, no, you're not evil. If you're scared that you're not a good person, Harry, remember that bad people don't care about being better. That is why Lucifer is evil. He hurts and kills and tricks because he thinks it is fun. He is full of sin, that he does not get forgiven for, because he doesn't ask for forgiveness."

"So, who asks for him?" Harry wondered. He knew about church, Petunia used to drag Vernon and Dudley. Sometimes he would hear Dudley doing his nightly prayers. Harry had liked listening to those. It was the only time Dudley wasn't being mean. He would pray for his friends to be safe and forgiven, especially if Christmas was soon.

"I…uh…no one does Harry. Lucifer was cast out of Heaven, he won't be forgiven." Dean told him. "They decided a long time ago." Harry looked down at his feet.

"It wouldn't hurt to ask again." He whispered. The adults looked at each other, thinking that it would be a while yet before Harry could understand, not realizing that Harry was the one who understood most.

A/N: Lucifer will be a bit more 3D in this story, as you may have noticed with the line "His own Heart had disappeared eons ago." Yes, this is referring to a romance of sorts. In the future he does try to deny why his punishment of Nick's enemy seemed so personal because he "does not care" but as Harry has thrown everything out of whack, other events are occurring surrounding Lucifer.