Chapter 2: You Have A Plan? Yeah right.
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"Okay, so let me summarize." Harry said and shifted his weight. He looked around the room at his fellow hunters. "You've screwed up worse than I ever did. And that's saying a lot." He said, pushed away from Bobby's desk and started pacing. He ran his fingers through his hair. Sam, Dean and Bobby frowned at the faded thunder bolt scar on Harry's forehead they caught a glimpse off before Harry's hair fell back into place.
"It's not that bad." Dean said with a grin and Harry looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He stopped his pacing and crossed his arms over his chest.
"So the fact that your younger brother is part of some demonic plan, that you've just released an army of demons and that you, Dean, have less than 360 days to live is totally normal to you." Harry spoke sarcastically and Dean shifted in his seat.
"Well, when you put it that way-"
"You're screwed." Harry finished for him and looked at Ellen. "I did my fare share of stupid things but never to this level. This is a whole new level of bullshit."
"You're right about that, but we are where we are. All we can do now is fight." Ellen said and Harry snorted a laugh.
"Fight." He said. "Fight, you say." He snorted and rubbed his face with his hand. "Luv, you've got a full fledged war on your hands and you're telling me you wanna fight? As much as I've gathered from your story, Sammy-dear was supposed to lead those bastards!" He snapped. "You've got hundreds of demons out there, many of which were sent back to the pit by hunters and the demons are just dying to sink their teeth into our flesh! Now, if they had a leader, fine-we can call this war, but this isn't war!" He stressed. "You don't have a front! You have hundreds of those bloody sons of bitches out there doing what they do best and you're telling me you want to fight!"
"What are we supposed to do?" Sam asked and Harry looked at him. "We can't just sit and wait!"
"'Course we can't but there's 5 of us and hundreds of them! You need a damn plan! You can't just go from town to town and hope you'll take care of as many of them as possible!"
"Yes, we need a plan and we sort of have a plan." Bobby said and everyone looked at Bobby in surprise.
"We have a plan?" Dean asked and Bobby huffed.
"We have the Colt." He said and while Dean, Sam and Ellen frowned in thought, Harry groaned and sharply took a seat on the floor. He crossed his legs and leaned an elbow on his knee. He rested his cheek on his hand with a huff and looked at Bobby with a sarcastic look.
"Great. You have one gun." He said and Bobby shot him a glare.
"That gun, as you said, is-"
"I know about the Colt." Harry spoke dully. "I do read, you know. You have the Colt. How many bullets do you have?" At that Sam and Dean blushed and bowed their heads while Ellen and Bobby exchanged a look. "Well that answers my question." Harry said and leaned back on his arms.
"We can figure out how it works." Bobby said. "Once we do we can make a few of them and there's no problem at all with making as many bullets as possible." Harry snorted and rolled his eyes.
"You are just full of it, aren't you?" He said and leaned forward, resting his elbows of his knees. "So let's say you manage to figure out how the Colt works and you manage to make a few more. Do you even realize what you'd have going?"
"Yeah!" Dean said and Harry looked at him. "We'd have several guns that can kill everything, every single evil son of a bitch out there." Harry raised an eyebrow at that.
"Okay and what then?" He asked.
"Then we track them down and waste them." Dean said and Harry nodded his head with pursed lips before he made a popping sound with them and looked at Dean dully.
"So the body count rises to hundreds. You already have a prize on your head, Winchester." Dean wanted to say something but could just open and close his mouth, not knowing what to say to that.
"You might be right about that." Bobby said and leaned back in his chair.
"'Course I'm right." Harry muttered. "It would be dandy if we could perform a nationwide exorcism, but I don't see that happening either way."
"What can we do then?" Ellen asked and Harry shrugged.
"Beats me. I came here on your call. Honestly I still don't know why you've called me." He said.
"We called you over to ask you if you'd be willing to help us with breaking Dean's deal." Sam said. For a moment Harry just stared at him with slightly open mouth and then he burst out into laughter.
"Kid, I don't know what they've been feeding you with, but you gotta know this; it's impossible to break a deal." Harry said once he calmed down some and a nerve beside Sam's eye twitched.
"I'm not a kid." He grumbled and Harry chuckled lowly.
"How old are you?"
"24." Sam said with a frown.
"And I'm 27. I can still send you for a box of matches, kid." Harry said and got up while Sam frowned and pouted slightly. "Cute." Harry said and Sam blushed. Harry chuckled and winked at Sam.
"That's beside the point." Bobby said and everyone looked at him. "Are you willing to help us or not?" He asked. Harry sighed and ran his fingers through his hair again.
"Sure, why not. Everything's going to Hell anyway." He said and raised an eyebrow when everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you." Sam said and Harry looked at him.
"Don't thank me yet, kid." He said lowly. "Shit is about to go down and for all we know we could be dead by tomorrow." He muttered and rubbed his face with his hand.
"I'd like to get some sleep now. It's been a long week." He muttered.
"Would you like to eat something first?" Ellen asked. "I could make us all something."
"That's a great idea." Dean said with a grin and rubbed his hands.
"I'll pass." Harry muttered. "I'll see you in a few hours." He said and made his way out.
"Where are you going?" Bobby asked and Harry stopped in his tracks. He turned slightly and looked at Bobby with a dull look.
"To sleep." He said.
"In your car?" Bobby asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah." Harry said as if it was normal.
"Kid, there's enough room in this house to fit a dozen." Bobby said and stood up. "I'll show you to your room and then you'll go and take what you need from your car." Harry's eyebrows met the line of his hair, but he shrugged and followed after Bobby.
"He's an interesting guy." Sam said and Ellen sighed as she stood up and made her way towards the kitchen.
"Yes, he is."
"Do you know more about him?" Dean asked and leaned against the kitchen doorway while Ellen tried to find her way around the kitchen. Sam took a seat at the table and watched her move around, preparing sandwiches for them.
"Only what Missouri told me. That he's a natural born wizard, very powerful, has a shitload of fighting experience and…" She trailed off and looked out the window.
"And?" Sam pushed a little and Ellen jumped in her place a little.
"She said that he's very lonely." She said lowly and finished the sandwiches. She turned around and placed the plate on the table.
"Lonely?" Sam asked and grabbed a sandwich before Dean managed to take the whole plate.
"He doesn't seem all that lonely to me." Dean said and bit into a sandwich with a grin and a delighted moan.
"You don't seem all that scared of dying, Dean." Ellen said and Dean stopped in the middle of eating to look at her with a small frown. Sam swallowed the bite he took and looked at Ellen.
"Kid's out like a light." Bobby said and entered the kitchen before Sam could say anything.
"Well he did say he didn't sleep for over 56 hours." Ellen said and nodded at the sandwiches. "Eat. I'll go to the store tomorrow and make something actually healthy." She said and Bobby snorted.
"You've called an interesting man into my house, Ellen."
"Did you see the tattoos on his wrists?" Sam asked. Bobby and Ellen nodded while Dean looked at him with a confused look.
"Tattoos?" Dean spoke around a bite and Sam rolled his eyes.
"Yes, Dean. Tattoos. I don't think I ever saw those letters. They aren't runes and they aren't Greek letters."
"They aren't Hebrew either." Bobby muttered. "Did he have those when you met him?" Ellen shrugged her shoulders.
"I wouldn't know. When I met him he wore fingerless, black gloves that covered his wrists as well." Bobby hummed lowly.
"Well, we'll find out later." Dean said, finished his sandwich and stretched.
"I'm gonna get some sleep. Sammy?"
"Coming." He said and Dean nodded. He saluted Ellen and Bobby, and left the kitchen.
"Will we be able to save him?" Sam asked when Dean was out and they heard him climb the stairs.
"I hope so, Sam." Ellen said and Bobby nodded.
"I sure hope so."
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