Succor

Assistance and support in times of hardship and distress.

When Dean saw him the first time he didn't give the kid much thought. Just one kid in a crowd in a town overrun by demons. If it weren't for those startling green eyes Dean probably wouldn't have noticed him at all. It's not surprising that as things played out and more townspeople turned against each other that a kid who didn't seem to actually know anybody slipped his mind. Sam saw him while he was working the bar, he looked too young to be there. Sam asked the bartender about him but was told in no uncertain terms to stick to washing glasses. The second time both brothers see him is in a small diner in Canton, Ohio.

He's sitting alone at a table eating a B.L.T. and sipping a soda. His messy black hair falls down over his forehead and his bright green eyes are trained on a newspaper. He's in jeans and a red hoodie, everything about him is normal so neither brother mentions having seen him before. They both know coincidences are unusual in their line of work but not impossible and since their case is turns out to be because of some rogue god both brothers separately conclude that a coincidence is all the kid is.

The third time for both of them was at that Goddamned Supernatural convention. This time neither of them believed it could be a coincidence. The kid seemed to know it too because for the first time instead of looking casual he waved cheerily at them as they started moving toward him. Unfortunately they were cut off by a group of tittering girls who obscured their sight and even though Dean managed to push past them in only a matter of seconds the kid was gone.

The fourth time they saw him was two weeks after Jo and Ellen died, they were on a hunt just to take their minds off it. They spotted the kid just walking down the street as they pulled into town and maybe it was because they were both still grieving but Sam and Dean knew with barely a glance at each other that they were getting to the bottom of that kid right fucking there and now. Dean slowed down the car enough to let Sam out. He trailed the kid as Sam crept closer and when Sam gave the signal Dean pushed open the back door. Before the kid could so much as blink Sam had tackled him and tossed him into the back seat.

"Get off of me you big oaf!" The kid cried struggling against Sam's bulk. Sam had him flattened against the back seat face down. The british accent caught the brother's by surprise but only raised their suspicions about what and who this kid was even further.

"No chance," Dean told him from the front seat as they sped toward their motel. "We know you've been following us or at the very least hanging around anywhere weird shit is going down and you aren't going anywhere until you tell us why."

The kid didn't respond and instead continued to struggle fruitlessly against Sam's bulk. Once they pulled into the motel lot and Dean did a quick scan to ensure no one was watching Sam physically picked the kid up and carried him into the motel room. It was easy to do, the kid was only about 5'4" and so scrawny even Dean would have carried him without much trouble. Not that the kid didn't give him trouble kicking and struggling all the way and with such vehemence Sam was half worried it was a coincidence and they'd just kidnapped a random teenager.

Despite his struggle Sam managed to wrestle the kid into the motel room and drop him on the floor. Dean levelled a gun at his head and any other kid would have frozen cold right there. This one didn't instead he lowered his head and charged Dean like a bull. Now Dean was suspicious of the kid sure but he wasn't so far gone as to fire on an apparently unarmed teenager without some kind of proof that he was evil. He didn't have a problem hitting him however so with no other option he hit the kid hard with the butt of his gun just before impact. The punch made a crunching sound but was enough to throw the kid off course meaning Sam could grab his arms from behind and hold him tight.

"Knock it off!" Sam demanded as the boy continued to kick and struggle.

"If you don't hold still and answer some fucking questions I'm going to hit you again." Dean threatened drawing nearer but rather than responding or obeying the boy leaned back against Sam and delivered a hard kick to Dean's rib cage. Dean let out a bellow like an enraged elephant and threw a haphazard punch that ended up glancing off the kid's jaw. The boy smirked in response but still didn't speak instead using his legs to stomp hard on Sam's foot. Sam yelped and couldn't help but loosen his grip which was all the teenager needed to get free. He made a beeline for the door but Dean tackled him.

"Get his legs," he called to Sam as he wrestled the kids arms behind his back and sat on him. Sam straddled his legs and between the two of them the kid was finally pinned face down to the floor unable to move more than his head.

"Release him!" Cas's voice thundered through the room so rage filled and dangerous that Dean actually flinched. He gave the angel a disgruntled look.

"This kid-"

"Castiel!" Dean was cut off and for a moment he thought it was Sam before his brain processed the British lilt to the word. He glanced down at the kid beneath him, his wide green eyes were practically glowing as he looked up at the angel. Suddenly Sam and Dean were both tossed back by an invisible force and the boy stood dusting off his clothes as if nothing had happened.

"What the-" this time it was Cas who cut Dean off, his eyes entirely focussed on the boy who was now standing before him.

"They told me you died." he said his already gravelly voice rougher than usual. The boy gave a sad wistful kind of smile that Dean thought looked out of place on such a young face.

"I did." He replied his voice soft. For a moment the two just stared at one another as if considering before Cas spoke again.

"You haven't aged." Again the boy smiled.

"And you have, I didn't expect that." his voice was soft, thoughtful and Castiel shifted almost as if he was uncomfortable. He shot a glance at the brother's who were still watching rapt attention. Finally he spoke.

"After my. . .transgression I was called back to heaven. My vessel was allowed to return to his mortal life until he was needed once more."

"Can someone please tell me just what is going on?!" Dean finally demanded tired of the loaded silence that had fallen over the room "Who the hell is this kid?! Why is he following us?! How do you know him CAS?!"

Cas turned to him staring him down with those endless blue eyes of his and Dean fell silent. After a long pause Cas gestured to the boy.

"This is Harry." Before he could say more Harry reached out and grabbed his hand.

"I think we should talk in private." He said and with a loud pop both vanished from the room.

Author's notes: So. . .I've been wanting to right a longer Harry/Cas pairing ever since I did Locked out of Heaven but wasn't sure quite how. This idea came to me recently and even though I've got lots of other stories in progress I just couldn't resist.

This will line up exactly with HP timeline and takes place in season five of supernatural. Which means it's taking place in 2009 which is 11 years after the battle of Hogwarts.

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