Disclaimer: So, i don't own Harry Potter or Supernatural...Sorry...I just teared up for a moment there.

A/N: So, this is the sequel to becoming family that people have been waiting for (Or at least I hope they have) this will be completely AU from this point onwards. There will most likely be brief mentions and I mean brief Slash mentioning. But apart from that nothing out of the ordinary for an episode of Supernatural.

Chapter 1 - Death becomes him.

Sam looked at his younger brother. He looked smaller than usual, and hooked up to the machines that beeped and hissed reminding him that he still clung to life. Harry was dying. Sam knew it, the doctors knew but god damn it he wasn't a Winchester for nothing. He would never give up on him until he gave his final breath.

After the truck plowed into the car he had suffered only a few scratches and his dad had a broken arm and his leg bandaged from the bullet from the colt. Dean was in surgery for his arm and he didn't know he fate of the rest of his family.

Sighing he sat down in the chair facing the bed and watched over his brother uncertain of the fate of the family.


Harry groaned as consciousness returned, he rubbed his eyes before swinging his legs to the side of the bed and slipping off. He rubbed his eyes harshly as he stretched and worked the kinks out from his back. Sighing when he stood up on shaky legs and waked out the room and looked down the hallway.

Smiling he saw Sam walk down to his room with a few butterfly stitches on his forehead. "Hey Sam. What time is it. How long was I out" He asked before frowning when Sam brushed past him without saying a word.

"Okay...I know you got some injuries but what you got amnesia as well?" He asked waving his hand in front of his brothers eyes.

When he didn't do anything he followed his line of sight until it hit him. Lying in a bed. "What the hell?" he exclaimed looking shocked.

"Sam? Sammy? Come one please!" He begged when nothing seemed to rouse him he pulled his fist back and swung it around.

Only for it to pass through Sam's head. "Sam?" he croaked blinking back tears.

"Your fathers awake and your brother is in surgery still. He has a while to go yet" A man in a white jacket said walking in.

"What about Harry?" Sam asked

"Well...he sustained serious injury: blood loss, contusions to his liver and kidney. But it's the head trauma I'm worried about. There's early signs of cerebral edema" The doctor said

"A Cerebral what!" Harry shouted

"Is there anything we can do?" Sam asked brokenly as he gazed at his brother.

"We wont know anything more until he wakes up. If he wakes up"

"If?" Sam asked as the breath in his lungs become lead weights. The doctor smiled sadly as the young man in front of him slowly slipped into a chair in the corner of the room.

"We have to be realistic. The extent of his injuries is severe. Most people in th condition rarely survive. He's fighting but you need to be prepared for the worst outcome"

As Sam stared blankly at the wall as the doctor did his checks and left Harry stood next to Sam and whispered. "What?"


Sam walked into his dads room only half listening to the chatter in the hall. He walked in and saw John awkwardly pass a doctor an insurance card.

"Thanks Doc" he said as the doctor left the room

"Thank you Mr McGillicutty" The man said as he left

"Mr McGillicutty?" Sam asked vaguely amused

"And his three sons. Whats the word" John said smiling sightly

"Dean wont be out of surgery till later and Harry..."

"What else have they said" John snapped out looking hard at his son.

"They're saying...They're saying he might not wake up" Sam said "Look, If the doctors wont do anything then we have to. I don't know...We could find some hoodoo priest to lay down some mojo on him"

"We can try Sam" John said sighing and rubbing his hand across his face.

"What do you mean try? I found that faith healer" Sam insisted

"Sam...That was, That was one in a million" John sighed again as Sam clenched his jaw

"So what! We just sit here with our thumbs up our asses?" Sam exclaimed running his hands through his hair

"No! I said we'd look and god damn it I'll look under every rock if I have to" John snapped before asking "Where's the colt"

"Your Son is dying and one of them is in surgery and you're worried about the freaking colt!" Sam half-shouted mindful of the normal people walking around just outside the door.

"Sam! We're hunting the demon and it's probably hunting us, The colt is the only card we still hold" John explained

"It's in the trunk. They dragged the car off the highway"

"You need to clear it out before some junk man sees the gear in the back" John said

"I already called Bobby. he's about an hour away, he's gonna tow the car to his lot"

"Good, now go to Bobby's and get the colt and bring it here. Be careful of the security" John said. Sam nodded and said "Don't worry ,I got it covered"

"Wait, I need you to pick up some things before you get back here" John said handing Sam a piece of paper.

"What's his stuff for" He asked as he scanned through the list

"Warding against the demon" John said

"Hey dad...I know we've been hunting the demon but why did it come after us in the first place, I mean why us" Sam asked as he stood on the boundary of the hospital door.

"No Sammy I don't know why he came after us" John said not looking at Sam.

"Alright dad" He said leaving John lying in the room. Harry stood at the side of the room looking at John with his head cocked to the side.

"Well...You know something" Harry said looking at John intently.


John sat staring at Harry carding his hands through his raven coloured hair. Sighing he rubbed his hand down his face, as he contemplated his boys.

"You're summoning the demon" Sam fumed as he walked in throwing a duffel bag onto a chair

"What?"

"You really thought I wouldn't find out! That stuff you wanted from Bobby, you don't ward demons with that stuff You summon one! You're planning to bring the demon here aren't you! Having some stupid macho showdown" Sam raged at his dad

"I have a plan Sam" John said

"That's my point Dad! Two of your sons are in trouble and you have a plan, the same stupid selfish obsession with you" Sam snapped back

"Guys stop" Harry begged stepping between the two.

"Obsession? last I checked it was the same with you Sam! Weren't you the one who begged me to be a part of the hunt"

"Screw you!" Sam shouted

"Shut up! Both of you" Harry shouted trying to relentlessly stop the two

"Bringing you on it was a mistake! I should have never brought you or your brothers onto it" John snapped back

"I SAID SHUT UP" Harry shouted. Next to John a glass of water shattered. Harry felt the blood rushing near his ears. It had been a while since he lost control of his magic like that, not since the aunt Marge incident.

Both John and Sam stared at the shards of glass and ripping water on the table beside the bed. Before either of them said anything there was a sound of commotion outside the door as several staff ran past

"Somethings happening" John said motioning for Sam to check it out.


Harry groaned and fell to the floor. He felt a tugging around his navel as he was pulled to his room. He watched through an open eye lid as the doctor resuscitated him.

Sam stood at the door with tears pricking his eyes as he watched the hospital staff surround his brother's body one of them holding a chest paddle. "No" He whispered as he watched his brother dying in front of him.

Harry stood on shaky legs as he watched a pale white figure approach his body and try to touch him. Praying it would work he summoned his magic and flicked his wrist like Dumbledore sometimes did and watched the figure be pushed back.

The effects were instantaneous, He felt stronger and less pain filled. "We have a pulse" One of the nurses said

Sam released a breath and wiped away the tears at his eyes. "Oh god Harry" He whispered.

"Sam, Please you have to help me" Harry said standing close to him "I don't think I gotta lot of time left"

"Mr McGillicutty your brother is out of surgery now, you can see him once we have him settled in a room" A doctor said

"Thanks" Sam said as he looked at the empty space next to him


"What do you mean you felt something" John asked as Sam stood in front of his bed

"I mean I felt like...Harry was there with me and then I swear I heard something" Sam said

"Well, It could be anything. Hows Dean" John asked

"Good. He's out of surgery and in a room I'm about to go see him" Sam said as he began to leave the room

"Wait Sam, I'm not gonna kill the demon until we know that Harry's okay" John said looking Sam dead in the eyes to fully put his point across.

"Good" Sam said simply before walking down the bleach smelling hospital hallway. Turning into Deans room he was met by the sight of Dean ogling the nurse

"Dude Really?" Sam asked

"What!" Dean said shrugging before quickly adding "Where's dad and Harry?"

"Dads good and Harry..." he trailed off not sure how to finish it

"What!" Dean said pulling himself upwards

"He's not doing good Dean" Sam said softly. Dean fell back limp as he took in the words.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean snapped

"Dean...When I was in the hallway...I could feel him near me" Sam admitted

"He could be having an out-of-body thing" Dean suggested

"He's dying Dean and I don't know what to do" Sam said softly

"He's probably got a reaper after him" Dean said after the silence become suffocating

"What!" Sam snapped

"Think about it. A reaper aint' just gonna let him go free not when he's close to...You know"

"I know Dean but what can we do?" Sam said rubbing a hand harshly across his face.

"Go check with Dad and see if he's got any ideas" Dean suggested

"On it" With that he left the room as another nurse walked in carrying a tray of food. Rolling his eyes at the sound of his brothers remark to her he walked back to his father's room.

"Dad..." He began before he took in the sight of the empty room.


Harry wandered around the hospital. He was dying, he knew it. This is how it ends for him. Not in some battle with Voldemort or in a raid or even on a hunt. No he was going to die peacefully in his sleep in the hospital. Not exactly a hero's death.

He felt the prick of tears at his eyes. He didn't want to die now. Before he would have welcomed death, not that he ever told anyone that, with death came the chance to see his family and his love. He would love forever with them and he knew that ,if the stories his old primary school teacher told him were anything to go by, that he would be happy and safe.

But now, he had things to live for. He had a new family who loved him and would die for him. He couldn't just leave them behind now. They needed him. He needed them. He stopped at a door and peered in. A young girl was sitting at an old mans bedside while her mother hugged her.

"But why did granddaddy have to go" She asked her mother.

"It was his time to honey" The mother answer while discreetly brushing away a few tears. A part of Harry felt wrong to spy in this intimate moment between two family member but another part of him needed to see exactly what was happening.

"Where did he go" The young girl asked

"To a better place. He's happy now, he's waiting to see you again and he'll always watch over you" She replied. Harry blinked and turned around to be met by the sight of a woman with black hair. She smiled at him sadly.

"They're right you know" She said

"You can see me?" Harry asked eyes widening

"My name's Tessa, I'm a reaper" She said simply. Harry's eyes widened as he flicked his mind to the book on supernatural creatures

"Wait...In the room that was you" He asked

"Yeah, After you attacked my true form I figured it'd be easier to talk to you like this" She replied

"What do you want to talk to me about! I'm not gonna die" He insisted

"How death is nothing you should fear. It's your time Harry, You're living on borrowed time already" She said cupping his cheeks softly.


"Dad's missing" Sam said rushing into his brother's room

"What! Where is he" Dean

"I don't know! He said something about the demon" Sam said

"You don' think he's gonna try to summon it here do you"

"Who knows that's why we need to find him" Sam said as Dean hefted his body off the bed and hobbled slightly out of the room

"Are you sure you should be doing that"

"Does it matter" Dean replied as the two began to search for the missing father.


Harry looked out of the window at the ground below as Children across the street played and laughed with their families.

"I can't go! I just found them" He said "Please...I know you probably hear this a lot but you have to do something...Please" He begged

"Stage three: Bargaining"

"I'm serious. They need me, there's a demon and a war in my world"

"The fights over"

"No it's not" He insisted

"For you, Harry it is. You're not the first soldier I've plucked from the field. They all feel the same. They can't leave. Victory hangs in the balance. But they're wrong. The battle goes on without them"

"But my family need me. They could die without me"

"Maybe they will and maybe they wont. It's not your problem anymore. Your time is up. You have to move on"

"But I can't! It's not fair! I grew my whole life without a family and now when I find one that cares about me I die! It's not fair"

"I'm sorry"

"No! I'm not going with you, no matter what you say" He said stubbornly

"I can' force you. But you wont be able to get back inside your body. No matter what you do, you'll never return to it. You'll remain bodiless and alone stuck in this spirit form and maybe you turn into something your brothers hunt"

"What?"

"How do you think angry spirits are born? They can't move on and over it grows into hate, and then you'll turn into the thing your brothers kill"


"A deal?" Yellow eyes said circling John "Well, well, well I didn't expect this"

"I give you the colt and you save Harry, you bring him back to us"

"How do I know this isn't a trick, and you're just waiting for the right moment to kill me" Yellow eyes asked staring deep into Johns eyes

"It's no trick. So we have a deal" John asked

"Mmh I didn't day that" He said

"Can you bring him back or not?" John snapped

"No, but I know someone who can that isn't a problem"

"Good, So we got ourselves a deal"

"No John we don't you still need to sweeten the pot a little"

"With what"

"Something I want a little more than the Colt" Yellow eyes said smirking

"And that is"

"You John, I want you. I get your soul and the Colt and I return your precious son to you"

"What"

"Tick Tock John Times running out. You or your son. Now who's it gonna be?" He asked


Tessa led Harry to the bed and sat him down carding her hands through his hair. "I know it's not fair but you need to let the pain go and move on"

"Move on where"

"I can't tell you, not allowed to give away the big punchline. So what's your answer, remember not turning back once you've chosen" She said

"I...I..." he began when the lights began to flicker "What are you doing" He asked

"I'm not...No, you can't be here! You can't do this" She cried as black fog seeped in from the vent and slipped inside her as she screamed.

"Today's your lucky day kid" Tessa said with bright yellow eyes, touching his forehead he gasped as pain spread through him and then blackness engulfed him.


Dean and Sam stood and watched over their youngest brother in silence. Both praying to any deity they could think of that he would return to them.

"Dean...What if he doesn't" Sam began

"Don't say that Sam!" Dean cut across refusing point-blank to entertain that notion that he would not come back to them alive and well.

"But Dean, what if he doesn't...I mean we just got him, He can't just go" Sam said looking hard at the pale figure in front of them.

"He's not going anywhere Sam!" Dean insisted trying to ignore the voice in the back of his head repeating the annoying What if? question over and over again.

"We should try the basement and see if Dad's down there" Sam said after silence gripped them again.

"Why would dad be..." Dean began before Harry gasped loudly before he began to choke on the tube in his throat.

"Sam!" Dean said as Sam rushed into the halls accosting a doctor and a few nurses who shooed the brothers out as they tended to the patient.

Dean smiled largely as he heard his younger brother cough and splutter for air. He's alive! He thought finally able to push away the morbid thoughts that had surrounded his mind since he received the new so Harry's condition.

"Dean..." A voice called from across the Hall.

"Dad? Where were you"

"I had...some business to take care of. I need to speak with you" His dad said ushering him inside an empty room.

Sam didn't notice anything as he rushed into Harry's room and practically crushed Harry to him. Smiling as shaky arms reached around and returned the hug. Dean entered a few minutes later looking slightly shocked but eh too crushed Harry to him smiling more.


Harry fought against the doctors as they tried to push him out of the room. "No! It's our dad!" Dean insisted

"Start compressions" A doctor ordered as John's limp body resisted all types of treatment,

Pressing down the doctors fought hard to save him.

"Come on, Come on" Dean chanted next to his brothers

"Still no pulse" A nurse said looking at the machines next to John's bed.

The a doctor uttered the last words any of the three Winchester children wanted to hear.

"I'll call it. Time of death 10:41 Am.