A/N: So hey! This is that Harry Potter/Supernatural Crossover I mentioned, but instead of making it a oneshot or anything, I'm going to let you choose! Should I continue this, or make it a compilation of oneshots? (I know exactly how I could continue this, if you so choose). There'll be a poll on my profile if you want to go there, or you could just review and tell me!

(Also, I don't own anything but the ideas.)

Title: Wave the White Flag

Giving up sounded so easy.

In this place of horror, of supernatural abominations, Harry was so tempted to just give up and die. He'd been attacked, shot at, and many 'hunters' had tried to exorcise him for something he couldn't control; his magic. With no protection, no friends, and no safe spots left, Harry was forced into facing hunters. Two in particular.

Dean and Samuel Winchester, two of the biggest hunters in all of America. They kept bumping into Harry (sometimes quite literally), and most of the time, they would shoot first, ask questions later. So what if they kept calling him 'witch'? They'd seen him have an episode of accidental magic, and that was it! If anything, it was like an advanced version of Harry hunting, and said person being hunted didn't enjoy it one bit.

Harry Potter had come to America for one reason; to live out the rest of his life peacefully. He'd run away from Britain when the press had gotten to be too much, and Ginny was practically spending his money on things they didn't even need, like rubber ducks and snow globes. Then there had been one simple mistake, where he'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and the notion of peace was thrown out the window. If anything, he had to be the most well known 'witch' in America, and it had only been two months!

Frowning, Harry ducked slightly as a bullet ricocheted off a nearby wall. They were getting closer. If Harry had thought about dying, it certainly wasn't like this; in an abandoned warehouse in Wyoming.

"Excuse me, but do you think we could talk for a minute and straighten things out! You've had this bloody misunderstanding for two months now, and I want to clear it up!" Harry didn't know why he tried. They would kill him, for sure. He'd tried to reason with them before, and it seemed Sam was more likely to listen than Dean. Last time he tried to speak to them, Sam had stopped Dean from shooting, until Dean had pulled a knife and thrown it, almost getting Harry in the shoulder. After that, he'd fled.

Maybe Sam would hear him out again, let him speak a bit before Dean aimed to kill again. At this rate though, that seemed more of a dream rather than reality.

Rather suddenly, Harry was grabbed from behind and shoved up against a wall, a gun pointed to his head. The face of Dean Winchester filled his vision and Harry knew he was going to die if some miracle didn't happen now. The hand around his throat tightened and Harry gasped for breath.

"Tell me why I shouldn't blow your brains out right here, right now." The look in Dean's eyes were dangerous, and Harry knew not to play around; as if he would've anyway.

"L-Let me breathe! I c-can't talk if I can't b-breathe." The hand loosened but stayed where it was, and Harry could faintly see Sam in the background, watching and waiting to see if anything would get out of hand. As it was, Harry hadn't even pulled his wand. Heck, he didn't even have his wand on him! It was safely tucked away in his trunk, which was in his pocket, shrunken down to the side of a wallet. Letting out a breath, Harry met Dean's eyes and gave him a pleading look.

"I didn't do anything wrong! I was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now here you are, chasing me as I try to hide and save my own life! I'm not evil!" Harry was ashamed to admit that tears were starting to gather in his eyes. He just wanted to be let go. If anything, he'd go back to Britain and never leave the house again!

"You're a witch, you're lying. Which demon did you sell your soul to? Tell me!" Dean shook Harry slightly, and in desperation, Harry's hands wrapped around Dean's forearm in hopes of stopping him from being aggressive.

"I-I'm not lying! I come from Surrey, in England! I found out I was a w-wizard when I was eleven, when the school came to collect me! I have a wand and everything!" As the first tears started to fall, Harry sniffed and started straight into Dean's eyes, hoping with all his heart that they would believe him. He barely knew anything about the supernatural in America, but he knew it was wrong. Even his magic was wrong here, coming out stronger than it would have in Britain.

Something changed in Dean's eyes at that moment, and Harry would have sighed in relief. As it was, there was no time for sighing in relief, as he wasn't out of danger yet. The hand around his neck loosened till he was let go, though the guns aimed at him weren't lowered. Blinking, Harry's shaky hand came up to wipe at his eyes, while the other went to his throat as if to reassure himself that the hand wasn't there anymore. Harry shouldn't even have been this shaken up, but he was tired. So very, very tired.

"Why are you in America? Shouldn't you be with your coven or whatever it is you crazies call it over there?" Dean was still very close. Harry could almost feel the heat of the man in from of him. Looking up into the hunter's eyes, as Harry was shorter than Dean, he gave a slight smile at the muggle's wording of the question.

Shaking his head to get any stray thoughts out of his head, Harry took another calming breath. "You mean the Wizarding Society in Britain. I… I came here to get peace, to get away from the fighting and war that was going on." That was only partly true, as Voldemort had been defeated nearly eight years ago, leaving supporters and Death Eaters to be caught. There had only been one other major uprising a few years ago, lead by Rabastan and Rudolphus Lestrange.

Sam stepped in there, his mind moving at a faster pace than Dean's. "So you're telling us, that as we've been hunting you, you've really only been trying to find somewhere peaceful? What about in South Dakota, where you killed those people?"

Sighing in frustration, Harry ran a hand through his hair. "I've been trying to tell you this whole time that I didn't do it! You've already caught the witch that was doing it, last month! My magic just got out of control because I panicked, and then you started coming after me with guns! I swear, I never would have come here if I knew this was going to happen!" His body at that moment decided that it needed to rest, so he slumped against the concrete wall behind him and slid down it, slowly bringing his knees up to rest his head on them. "I just want to go home now. I-I'm so tired of all this. I'm never leaving the house again! I'll ask the goblins to set up a place and hide it under the fidelius charm. J-Just… leave me alone. I've done enough haven't I? I've saved the world once, been given unimaginable fame, and now I just want to rest. I d-didn't want any of this." The last two sentences were mostly mumbled to himself, but the Winchester brothers still heard. "Haven't I done enough?"

Dean and Sam looked at each other as the 'wizard' in front of them broke down. His shoulders were shaking in silent sobs, and Dean could feel his own heart growing sad. He and his brother had done this? Chased a seeming innocent person until they broke down? This person was just looking for somewhere they could rest their soul, and now they had ruined that for him.

Dean crouched down, setting his gun down on the floor. Placing a hand on the younger man's trembling shoulder, he sighed. "Look… I'm sorry. We didn't know…"

A bitter laugh escaped Harry, and he raised his head to stare at Dean. "You know, I could've killed you with two words. I could have hurt you so much… but I didn't. Of course you didn't know I was just looking for peace! You hunters always shoot first and ask later. I hate it… I hate you. Let me go, please. I just want to go home…"

Sighing heavily, Dean stood and nodded, offering a hand to help Harry stand. The offer was ignored as the wizard stood stiffly, brushing himself off as he did so. "I hope we never see each other again. I've had enough of America to last me a life time… and then some. I regret coming here, and I certainly hated that I met you. I'm leaving now, so don't come looking for me."

Without giving the brothers a chance to say anything, Harry apparated to the nearest Gringotts branch, planning on taking the international floo network. Of course, he'd set some things up first, such as a secluded house under the fidelius charm, and a way for things to be delivered to him. He would find his peace, and he would do it properly this time, not leaving the country only to be hunted by hunters. It had been a nice adventure at first, but it was needless to say that he was never going anywhere again.