Long wait I know, but school is, unfortunately, a thing that I have to go to and I'd rather focus on school and be able to write rather than do bad because of just writing and get writing taken away... Either way, I don't own anything except for the certain plot changes, sort of, and hope that you can enjoy this!
Five and a half hours on that bloody flight would have tried the patience of some of the best people Harry knew, and he knew Snape for Merlin's sake! It had been hell most of the time because of the incessant yelling and complaining of the bint of a mother that had sat beside him the entire flight, only getting up to yell at the orange shirted fellow or to walk to the stewardess and ask how long there was until they arrived in San Francisco. All passengers were at wits ends with the bloody loon when finally the overhead speakers buzzed to life and announced they were to buckle up and prepare to land. After that when we were getting off the orange shirted fellow found me, gave me a hearty slap on the back before handing me his number, telling me his name and disappearing into the crowd.
The tall man across from Harry snorted in disbelief while kicking his feet up to rest on the empty chair beside Harry.
"And you're telling me this why?" The man asked jovially, a slight Dumbledore Twinkle© flashing in his eyes as he picked his coffee mug up from the table.
"Because I thought that if I managed to blind you with my sad plane story, that actually happened because my poor ears can attest to it… Then you'd be more willing to at least let me be your dorm mate. So did I do good?" Harry rambled hyperactively, cradling his large mug of coffee to his chest protectively as he glanced wide-eyed around the small café.
The tall man, Sam if the paper he had seen the advertisement was right, snorted as he studied the smaller man in front of him. He seemed honest, didn't flinch at any of the supernatural tests Sam had slipped into the interview. And the fact that he had been willing to take the brunt of the rent for the beginning of the school year, while Sam attempted to find a job, was the final push to Sam accepting the request. He looked over at Harry, who by now was gazing unseeingly out of the window with a dreamy and uncaring look resting on his face, giving Sam the impression that Harry might be a bit of a nut, but one who was willing to take the entire rent of the apartment that Sam wanted to stay in.
"You got a deal!" Sam cheered lightly, a slight frown flashing across his features at the small, nearly unnoticeable flinch from Harry at the sudden noise.
Harry quickly bit off his laughter and stared seriously at Sam for a minute before the taller man begun shifting uncomfortably in his chair. The happy and careless aura gone for the moment before Harry broke the heavy silence.
"Also I have specific things that I need to do because of a family belief that has been passed down, it might be weird or something but it's something that I must do. Along with that topic is there anything that I should know about you that you are withholding from the public's normal ear if that makes sense?" Harry spoke softly, gazing intensely at Sam as if he could hear his panicked thoughts.
"What do you mean?-" Sam stuttered before looking into Harry's deep emerald eyes and sighing, "How did you know?"
Harry smirked before starting, "I have a few friends who were big on the mythical and supernatural things in the world. The guy from the plane, Perseus if I remember, being one of them from a group in the North. Your 'tests' that you oh so subtly snuck into our conversation and how you immediately eased up when I used the silverware and the salt were just a few. Though the fact that you missed the Wiccan tests is beyond me, that is my part. I'm not the ' Oooo let's get some demon razzle dazzle' and such so calm down, but I have a few necessary rituals…"
Sam tensed but then realized that if he didn't accept the word of this odd, and somewhat disturbed, individual than he would be stuck apartmentless until he could afford the rent if the owner would even give him the time needed before sending in new renters. Sam mulled over the last the last thought for a moment before agreeing with himself that he would rather deal with an odd fake than life on the streets or somewhere and chance the real thing.
"Fine but if there is even a hint of demons I'm ganking you." Sam finalized, trying to save himself from his mess-up earlier. Though the thoughts of what he had read about Wiccans from his Father's journal when he was younger running through his mind, alongside the different lore and ways to gank them that he had read recently and heard from other Hunters.
Harry smiled in return before sticking his hand out to Sam, gazing imploringly at him until the message sunk in. Sam with just a brief pause, reached across the table, noting how everything seemed to slow down, and clasped Harry's offered hand in a deal that would, unbeknownst to him, change his life majorly.
" Well, Sammy I hope you'll like your stay, just remember that you will be stuck with me for the next four years of your life, oddities and all." Harry chirped foreshadowingly as he began cutting his apple pie that the waiter had brought.
Sam twitched slightly, reminded of Dean from the mannerisms and the use of 'Sammy', but within the next minute brushed the nostalgia and slight pain away to the back of his mind. Instead he smiled and let his gaze slip slightly behind Harry, and instead caught the gaze of a clouded figure in the back corner of the shop. Sam blinked confusedly before shaking the odd feeling off and turning his attention back to the mystery in front of him, knowing that the time he spent with Harry would be more than entertaining enough.
Hope you enjoyed! I mean instead of getting a present for my b-day I gave you guys this chapter when I should be revising -.- I'll regret that later... TOODLES!
