Ambling Home by henri8l

Harry Potter/Supernatural/Highlander XOVER. AU. Altered timeline and sequence of events.

Dean finds out that there are more Winchesters after all and Harry has revelations of his own to discover. HP/RR slight. DW/ OFC.

Disclaimer: I own no rights to HP books or film franchise or any tv series only these invented plot changes and any added characters.

Ch1 At Sixteen

John had gone down fighting, Dean was sure of it. A ghost hunt had finally gotten the best of him. Bobby had warned him that his over confidence would kill him one day. They had argued that Dean should accompany him on that hunt. Looking at it now, Dean was thankful that he hadn't gone. If it was bad enough to kill John, then it most certainly would have killed him, too, and then who would be there to look after Sammy? 'Kid can barely cook his own breakfast.' This was why today, at sixteen, Dean had stolen his father's prized possession, the impala. He had packed his little brother in it, along with any mementos they were able to carry. Dean had placed their only family portrait, the one with Mary was in the glove compartment, along with John's revolver. So far over the drive, Sammy had taken both out a number of times already, to study them. Dean smiled slightly, it was barely a quirk of the lip at the thought. At least he could comfort him that way, even if Sammy refused to believe that John was dead. He insisted up to now that he was simply out there on another Y.E.D lead.

Their dad hadn't been home in over a month and Dean knew that he was done waiting. He knew that it was better this way for both of them, just as much as he knew that the man was dead. That would be the only reason John would stay away for so long.

Sammy was sleeping in the seat beside him. He had a book open covering his face, and an arm partially out the open car window. "Sammy!" Dean called to him. Sammy didn't move. Dean called out again over the loud music he had playing. The third time, Sammy jerked awake, throwing the book to the floor.

"Dean! Why'd you do that? Pamela was just about to kiss me!" the boy complained, when he understood that they were still driving in the impala. He would have preferred to still be standing next to his locker, making eyes at Pamela the junior high cheerleading queen.

"Please! You're such a runt- no girl with that much hot potential would like you," Dean said teasing the gangly kid. Sammy glared at him from his seat. Dean was the only one to get away with calling the kid a squirt, runt or any other comments about his size, because he was fast outgrowing the terms. And the people to try other than Dean got a taste of Sammy's already massive fists.

"Why'd you wake me up?" Sammy asked picking up his book.

"I'm hungry!" answered Dean.

"You're always hungry!"

The boys arrived at Bobby's car lot with the first light of morning. They sat a few moments before getting out. "I'll tell Bobby what's going on. You go up and take a shower," Dean ordered.

Sammy nodded his head with his hair flopping over his ears. "Okay, Dean."

Bobby greeted them at the front door with shot glasses at the ready. "Morning, boys. Where's John?" he asked, holding open the door as they downed their shots of holy water. He looked over Dean's shoulder looking out for their father's pickup truck.

"Gone, Bobby. He's gone," replied Dean with a light shrug. Sammy gave his taller brother a hug around the middle.

After letting go of his brother, Sammy looked up at Bobby and asked, "Can I take a shower, Uncle Bobby?" His face was unreadable as he waited for an answer.

Bobby took in the kid's brave front and let it go. "Yeah. You know where the towels are. Missouri's up there, she'll sort you out."

"Thanks, Uncle Bobby."

"No problem, kid," said Bobby as the kid squeezed passed him.

"So John's finally gone and done it," he breathed out as Sammy could be heard climbing the stairs.

"Never came back after that ghost job," Dean said tiredly.

"And it took you this long to head out here?"

"Sammy didn't want to believe it. I had to drive straight here, cause I knew he'd talk me out of coming if we stayed the night somewhere. I only got him to leave by telling him Dad would look for us here first."

A/N This has been knocking around in my head, and I needed a break from Endeavor of the Strong. Thanks for reading, please review H.