Disclaimer: Do not own SPN or HP.
Word Count: 1,784
Warnings: This chapter? Just language really.

A/N: So, I don't think this is very good, at all. It was just something that was bugging me. If I get a good enough response on it, I'll keep writing it. No more than 4 chapters, updated either weekly or bi weekly. So, review and tell me what you think. Not Beta'ed

Title: Never Forget.

"Always alone..." Shrugging his jacket on, Harry left his apartment for the last time. Twirling his keys, he locked the door and grabbed the bag that was left laying on the floor. What would he do now? Walk until he felt the sky start to pour and he was soaked to the bone? Harry sighed, green eyes aching and bloodshot.

"Hey! Kid!" Harry turned around, eyebrow raised. "Yeah, you!" Shaking his head wearily, Harry stopped walking and allowed a sleek black car to pull up. 'Probably not the best idea,' he thought, shoulders slumped.

As the car stopped beside him, Harry noticed how the rain was really starting to go now. Like bullets being shot from the sky. Wrapping the jacket around him tightly, he wiped some of the rain off of his face. "What do you want?" He asked, voice raspy from yelling.

Squinting, Harry angled his head away from the window of the car, trying to get a better angle to see who was behind the wheel. Taking in the appearance of the stranger, he couldn't help but marvel at how young the man had to be. 'Twenty at the most,' Harry decided. 'Only a year older than myself.'

The young man raised his hands in the universal sign of "I mean no harm". He gave a grin and rolled down his window a little more before sticking his head out. "My name is Dean Winchester. I was just wondering if you knew that the next town is a good twenty miles out and you seem to be walking from the only apartment complex in thirty."

Harry glanced around, not realizing he had come so far. He cursed and pulled his bag farther on his shoulder. "I knew..." He murmured, wrinkling his nose as he shifted and felt his jeans stick to his leg. "Kind of..."

Dean rolled his eyes and flicked on the lights of the car. Harry held back a gasp as he saw what Dean Winchester really looked like. 'Fuck me,' Harry thought.

"Are you running from something-or someone?" Dean asked, eyebrows furrowing in some amount of concern.

"Of course not." Harry replied, "If I was running from someone I would be running, not walking. I'm good though, thanks for as-" Harry stopped talking and bent over as coughs racked his body. Dean shut off his car and got out, hand coming out to help the man stand up.

Harry took a short breath once he stopped coughing and wiped his mouth, he frowned as he felt something wet on his hand. "Blood," he whispered, staring at the back of his hands, horrified.

"Probably tore your throat or it got to dry. Doubt its anything to worry about." Dean said, leaning against his car door. "Do you want a ride somewhere?"

Licking his lips, Harry smiled slightly. "I'm okay. It's just a little rain, I can walk... Somewhere."

Rolling his eyes, Dean shrugged, opening his door and going around the passenger side. "Come on," He waved his arm towards the door, "Get inside. You'll freeze to death before you get to the town."

Harry bit his lip, glancing at Dean wearily. Slowly he walked to the door and slipped inside. He briefly felt sorry for the nice leather that he was ruining. Once Dean got inside and started the car again, Harry grimaced. "Thanks for driving me, but I really am sorry about how wet I'm getting the leather."

Sly green eyes watched as Dean gripped the steering wheel just a little tighter, seemed he wasn't too happy about the leather being ruined. "You can help me clean it," he grumbled, taking a right at the interstate. Harry briefly wondered where they actually were, it would be interesting to know where his magic had taken him.

"So, why are you willing to pick up random strangers on the side of the road?" Harry bit his lip, looking at Dean with big eyes.

Dean shrugged, eyes staying on the road. "You looked lonely. Thought I could give you a ride, try out being a gentleman and what not." Clearly Dean was uncomfortable explaining why he let Harry ride in his car. Harry cocked his head to the side, curiosity overwhelming him.

Closing his eyes and letting his magic out, he sensed Dean and almost gasped as he felt the power behind Dean's soul. Instinctively his magic cowered and he knew he would be safe in Dean's presence, from Dean at least. His eyes opened and he caught Dean's questioning gaze.

Harry shrugged sheepishly, heart racing as he realized that he was potentially in the presence of someone with more power than Albus Dumbledore. His gaze turned towards the window and he watched as the water trickled down the window, wondering if the earth was as silent as it seemed in the car. Was everyone facing the same problems tonight? Were they all making life altering decisions today? Maybe taking a left instead of a right...

'I'm being stupid,' Harry thought, 'Of course people are making life altering decisions tonight, just like I am. I wonder if I should have just stayed at the apartment. He...he probably didn't mean it.' Harry blinked away the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks. 'He loves me. He wouldn't cheat on me. It was just my imagination, yeah...'

Unnoticed, Dean watched Harry fight an internal battle and sighed, chick flick moments were really not his style. He glanced at the sign as he drove passed and smiled slightly when he saw that there was a gas station within the mile and then the town within ten. Sammy wouldn't mind someone staying the night with them. 'Dad might be a problem if he's at the motel tonight.' Dean decided he didn't really care. If Harry asked to stay the night, there was no way Dean was saying no.

Dean pulled into the Gas station and shut the car off, startling Harry out of his thoughts. "Food?"

"Sure," Harry replied, eyes scanning the little building in front of them. "Is it safe to get food from...in there?" He asked, disgust seeping into his words. The gas station had to be two decades old-at least-it was dirty looking and he swore that he could see the cobwebs from here.

Chuckling, Dean rolled his eyes at him. "Course it's safe. What do you think, you're gonna walk in there and someone's gonna kill you? Newsflash sweetheart, not everything is like the movies." They both got out of the car and started walking to the entrance. The hair on the back of Dean's neck raised and he slipped his hand to the gun strapped to his side.

The lights flickered and Dean sighed, he called out to Harry and motioned towards his car. He would rather not deal with a possible hunt right now. He just got back from a hunt. Rolling his shoulders he watched as Harry bolted for the car, nerves getting the best of him. Dean mentally made a not to have his dad stop at the gas station on his way back and to check it out.

Dean walked back to the car and cast one last look at the creepy station, glad they were leaving. He started up the car and reversed, planning to get as far away as possible. "So," he started, "that might have been just a little creepy."

Harry let out a harsh laugh, "A little? Really? It was giving off the fucking serial killer vibe." Dean shrugged, not denying this. Maybe he shouldn't have stopped, he shouldn't have needed to stop. Food? They had food at their room. Dean watched the road carefully and drove, trying to ignore the deafening silence.

What to do... Dean pondered his thoughts as the Impala raced down the high way; it shouldn't be too much longer till they got to the motel. This was going to be...interesting, that's for sure. Dean almost grinned as he looked over at the man sitting in the seat beside him. He was different, this guy seemed to almost resonate with power, something called Dean to him, begging him to get closer-to touch.

Harry was different, Dean already knew this. Every instinct was screaming at him, telling him two different things. One to get as close as possible and the other to flee. To run as far away as he could ever get, to protect his family. Dean bit his lip, taking a left to turn into the parking lot of the motel. His eyes widened in surprise when he realized he had managed to get them there without even realizing it... "Bad ass," Dean laughed at his own comment, receiving a weird look from Harry.

"So," Dean paused, turning in his seat to face the ragged man. "You could either buy a motel room, but I can already tell you they don't have a spare room, or you could hang out with me a bit longer and pass out on the extra bed in my room. Up to you."

Harry sighed and began to contemplate his options. Dean's was obviously probably the best thing to do. Unless he was some serial murdering rapist. 'With a soul that bright?' Anything was possible though. Throwing caution to the wind, Harry smiled and accepted Deans offer of the extra bed. Nobody would fucking care if I died anyways.'Harry thought a sneer marring his lips. Sadness flashed through his eyes before quickly clouding over in defeat. Nobody would ever really care about him.

Harry was startled back to reality when Dean poked him, light green eyes looking slightly worried. "Come on, " he whispered, "time to get to sleep." Harry nodded before slowly getting out of the car, eyes sweeping the lot, looking for any danger. Nothing, all had been silent the last few months.

Harry watched as Dean unlocked the door and he wrapped his arms around himself. He followed Dean into the room and stopped dead. There was a young teen in one of the beds. Probably no older than fifteen. "Fuck," Harry exclaimed, "Are you a fucking pedophile?"

Dean turned around, eyes wide and cheeks reddened in anger. "That's my little brother, you idiot! I'm not a sicko!"

Harry nodded slightly and saw that the couch was unoccupied. "If you say so," he muttered. Collapsing on the old couch he side as he sunk into the warmth. "Just don't molest me while I'm sleeping." Ignoring Dean's angry tirade, he drifted off to sleep. Nightmares overwhelming him, and the feeling of betrayal getting stronger every moment he dwelled on what happened earlier that night.

A/N: Get's worse as it goes on, doesn't it? Yeah, so please review though, to let me know if this is even worth continuing.