Title: Moments that Matter
Disclaimer: I do not own any person, place or thing you may recognize. I do, however, own the name Rose Alya.
Overall Rating: T
Overall Warnings: threesome relationship; incest; language; Supernatural related violence; off screen character death, both canon and otherwise (though only minor characters); British Wizarding Community bashing, up to and including Dumbledore, Weasley (except the twins) and Granger; female Harry
Spoilers: potential spoilers for 1-5 of both Supernatural and Harry Potter
Characters: Dean and Sam Winchester, and Rose Potter; with appearances by John Winchester and miscellaneous other Supernatural characters, as well as mentions of various Harry Potter characters
Summary: A series of oneshots surrounding the relationship between Dean, Sam and Rose, and how it changes the fate of the world.
Author's Note: So, I originally posted this over on my other account (Gu4rd14n-Kn1ghts) as individual oneshots. However, I recently decided to create a new account and begin transferring everything over here. In the process, I decided to go ahead and consolidate all of the pieces of this 'verse and post them as one series, with each oneshot being its own chapter in the story, instead of posting them individually.

I also decided to rewrite them and make them flow better, as well as fix a few inconsistencies that popped up due to later pieces. That's the problem that comes with writing out of order. When I started writing in-between pieces, I realized that I contradicted myself on a few points. So I decided to fix those.

So, I made Harry a girl in this 'verse. Her name is Rose, which I chose for a reason. I will probably go into why eventually.

Anyway, no, I didn't steal these from Gu4rd14n-Kn1ghts. I am Gu4rd14n-Kn1ghts. Or I was. Except I have no idea why I came up with that name, and I don't really like it anymore. I like my new account a lot better.
Fae

Title: Thought You'd Never Ask
Warnings: hints of character death, underage sex, hustling and things that go bump in the night; underage drinking; female Harry
Spoilers: vague-ish spoilers for pre-Supernatural backstory; vague-ish spoilers for 1-5 Harry Potter books
Characters: Dean Winchester and Rose Potter; mentions of Sam and John Winchester and miscellaneous OC bar patron
Summary: Sam's been off at Stanford for six months and Dean's been arguing with his Dad over Sam's decision to leave. While off on his own hunt, he sees something he wants in another nameless bar in another nameless town. The question is: does she want it, too?
Word Count: 680
Author's Note: Here's the first 'shot. This one mostly stayed the same. I really only changed a few sentences and words in order to make everything flow better. Let me know what y'all think.
Fae

Dean Winchester looked around the room as he nursed his beer. He had no idea how his life had come to this. Sure, he loved what he did. Hunting was his life. It gave him a purpose. It made him feel better about himself when he was able to save people.

Not that he'd ever mention that out loud.

But something was missing. It had been missing since Sam left for college six months ago.

Don't get him wrong. He was happy for his little brother. Happy that Sam was getting the chance to have a normal life. Something neither of them had ever had, unless you count the time before their mom was killed.

Except Dean had had four years. Sam had only had six months. He deserved four years, too.

But that didn't mean Dean was happy about his brother going off and leaving him. He had been stuck with just their dad for the last six months, and he was going out of his mind.

That was why he had jumped at the chance to take this hunt on his own. It was a simple salt and burn, and he had needed some space away from his Dad; away from the almost constant arguing the two of them had been doing since Sam left.

So, here he was, at another nameless bar in another nameless town, hoping to get lucky.

His prospects weren't looking too hot.

Sure, he was a bit of a ladies man, sleeping around with anyone who was willing. But even he had his standards. Even if they weren't really all that high.

He took another pull of his beer, eyeing the pool table. If nothing good came through the door soon, he'd pass the night hustling.

Just before he gave up and headed over to try his luck at the table, the door opened. His gaze was immediately drawn to it, used to searching out and identifying potential threats before they became one.

The woman met his gaze for a second before looking away to weave her way to the bar. She sat down at a stool several seats down from him, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye before the bartender caught her attention.

"Surprise me," she said in response to his question.

Dean raised an eyebrow and licked his lips at the sound of the British accent. He was a sucker for a foreign accent with a hot body to go along with it.

He motioned for the barkeep and ordered a drink for the woman.

He watched as the man set the beer down in front of her and nodded in his direction. The woman looked over at him and nodded in thanks, lifting the beer towards him in a toast.

He grinned and raised his in return. They both took a drink. He finished his with that pull and set it down, motioning for another as he moved down the bar and claimed the stool next to her. He got his new beer and took a drink.

"You buy drinks for every stranger you see?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in his direction.

"Just the hot ones," he replied, sending her a crooked grin.

She grinned back and ducked her head. "You're not so bad yourself. You got a name, Stranger?"

"Dean. You?"

"Rose."

"You from around here?"

"Just passing through. You?"

"Same. Road trip."

"Sounds like fun."

"Oh, yeah. It's been a blast. You in town for long?"

She shrugged. "Depends."

"On?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

She bit her lip, but he could see the hint of a smirk. "The scenery."

He glanced towards the door, then back at her. "I'm told the scenery around here is pretty nice."

"Yeah?" She took a final pull of her beer and set the bottle down before turning to face him. "Maybe you could show me."

He grinned and took one last pull of his own, setting the bottle down and standing up. "Want to get out of here?"

"Thought you'd never ask."