Help From My Friend(s)
Harry Potter/Supernatural
Hells Gate has been open and Bobby decided to call a friend to see if he can help. He wasn't expecting the entire team to show up.
Possible slash
Chapter 1. Help
Bobby and the two Winchester boys wearily sat down on the couch in Bobby's living room. Books piled up in every corner but some where knocked down in haste. They failed. The devils gate has been open and multiple demons have escaped. Now it was up to them to put the demons all back. Thing is, there was only three of them and millions of demons. It was going to be messy unless they got some help. Ellen was out of the question as she was still mourning over the loses at the roadhouse, Jo was with her. Most of their friends were dead so they didn't exactly have a lot of options.
Bobby had one contact who would probably help. He winced at the thought though, his friend was still a kid, no matter how old he got. Bobby really didn't want to drag him into another war but it was the best chance they had at surviving. Bobby fingered his phone, absentmindedly getting the boy's attention and pressed the speed dial. It rang for a couple of seconds and Bobby pressed the speaker button, not wanting to hide anything from Sam and Dean. It only took four rings before someone answered.
"Ello?" A British voice asked before grunting, the sound of metal cutting into skin echoed through the receiver.
"Harry?" Bobby asked hesitantly, the sounds of the fight were loud even through small device.
"Harry James Potter, are you seriously on the phone right now?! What's the matter with you?!" A shrill female voice shrieked, making the men wince.
"It would have been rude if I didn't answer 'Mione! Your the one always complaining about our manners!"
"Hurry up or so help me I will bombarda your ass!"
"Ok ok geez! Your mad women," the male voice complained before giving his attention back to the phone. "You heard the lady lads, who are ya and what do you want?"
"Harry it's me, Bobby Singer?"
It was quiet for a second before the voice answered, a bit timidly. "Bobby? Your actually talking to me? Why? Something serious must of happened, are you ok?"
Dean and Sam exchanged looks, especially as Bobby bowed his head in guilt.
"We are ok for now but something really bigs happened. I really hate to drag you into this kid but-"
"No no I get it." The male voice sounded a bit sad before a nonchalant tone came from him. "What happened?"
"We sorta opened a Hell's Gate."
It was silent on the other side before loud cursing blew through, making the men since again. A lot more explosions and yelling echoed as the fight seemed to be reaching its climax before the male's pissed off voice snarled at them.
"You bloody fucking idiots! We will be there in 20 minutes. Goddammit Singer! Is that why you called me? To clean up your fucking mess?! That's low, even for you." The call clicked to a close leaving two men shocked and one filled with shame.
"Bobby, who was that?" Sam asked, curiosity leaking into his voice. Bobby sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face.
"Someone I used to know and left off with bad terms. But if anyone could help capture the demons and possibly save Dean from his contract, it would be Harry."
Exactly 20 minutes later the door to the kitchen slammed open. All three jumped up, pulling out their guns. They waved for a second as a teenage boy, probably only 17 walked in. He had unruly black hair, eccentric green eyes that were currently filled with anger and a small, lithe body.
"Harry." Bobby greeted.
"What have you done?" Harry asked, the harshness in his tone didn't go unnoticed. He gave barely a glance at Sam and Dean, hounding back to Bobby. "And why the hell do you need my help?"
"What do you know about Demons?" Sam asked. Just as Harry was about to answer, he was cut off as water splashed into his face. He wasn't amused.
"I know enough." He announces, wiping his face. "Why?"
"A demon has been after our family for a while. We killed him just recently and accidentally opened Hell's Gate." Sam said sheepishly, guilt welling inside him as Harry rubbed his eyes.
"And I'm here because?"
"We need your help getting demons." Dean snapped feeling a bit pissed as Harry's tone. It was like he didn't care at all.
"And breaking a deal." Sam added. Harry blinked and started to laugh.
"You-You cant break a deal." He shook his head in disbelief at the Winchesters. "It's like an unbreakable vow. You try to break it, you die. End of discussion. Who was stupid enough to make a deal with a fucking demon?!"
"Me." Dean snarled. "I was saving my brothers life. His for mine."
Harry was quiet for a few seconds before nodding a little. "I can respect that. Doesn't mean it was right, but I can respect that."
"Please Harry," Bobby pleaded. "I wouldn't have called unless I wanted to patch things up and get your help."
"Do you remember the last thing you said to me?" Harry asked, gaze hard and unwavering. "I was 14, I was scared and lost. You have been helping me out since I was 11. I could trust you. When I told you my secret, the most important part of me, do you remember what you said?"
"Harry-"
"You told me that if I ever survived, to lose your number."
Dean and Sam both gaped in shock and probably wouldn't have believed it if Bobby hadn't reacted the way he did. Guilt poured off the man in waves and he looked so sad.
"I'm so sorry Harry."
"It's a little late for that." Harry sighed, looking back to the Winchesters before letting out a small whine. "Ok fine! We'll help you. But only because they are both extremely good looking!"
Sam blushed yet felt oddly proud while Dean just smirked before frowning. "Wait, we?"
"You don't know who I am do you?" Harry chuckled. "I would at least think you would let them know who they were dealing with Bobby."
"Boys," Bobby cleared his throat. "This is Harry, leader of the Seven Deadly Sins."