Sam rued the day he let Harry into the batcave. It seemed that Harry had taken it as an open invitation to drop in anytime, and that's exactly what he did.
It had been a huge shock the first time he dragged himself out of bed only to find his brother – who never woke up before Sam – wide awake and chasing someone (something?) around the library. So when Sam bodily threw himself across the room, tackling (and in the process squashing) the younger man, naturally his excuse was that in their line of work you could never be too careful. Imagine his surprise when he actually took the time to look down at the man he was currently sitting on, only to find that it was not, in fact, a demon or monster or anything nearly as horrible. It was one very disgruntled looking Master of Death.
Of course, Dean found the whole situation hilarious and took it upon himself to bring the incident up every single time the two were in the same room together. Needless to say, Harry Potter was not Sam's favourite person at the time being.
During the time it took for Sam to get used to Harry popping in all the time – which should not have taken nearly as long as it did considering a certain angel friend of theirs that had been doing the same thing for years – the brothers had hunted two witches, a particularly nasty shapeshifter and an entire nest of vampires (it was a busy month).
However, the worst thing by far that Harry had caused with his numerous seemingly random visits was Dean's newfound addiction to treacle tart. After discovering his brother's rather unhealthy obsession with pie, Harry had been determined to convert him. That was also the day that Harry had started cooking for them. Apparently it wasn't healthy to live exclusively off food that could be prepared in less than 5 minutes, and had approximately the same fat content as a killer whale, something that Sam wholeheartedly agreed with. Although Harry did swear by Dean's burgers and even Sam had to admit they were good. Who knew all it took for Sam to get on board with his brother's unhealthy eating habits was Dean's amazing ability to make burgers?
The main problem with Dean's treacle tart habit was that they could never find anywhere that sold it. This wasn't very surprising considering that was a British dessert, but that didn't stop Dean from whining about it constantly when they were on the road. This meant that whenever they were safely tucked away in the Men of Letters bunker researching or winding down from a hunt, Dean would call Harry over and get him to cook. Sam didn't have a problem with this, in fact, he welcomed it.
Harry was a great cook and he never settled for just making the requested treacle tart – he would more often than not come out with a full three course meal. Apparently at both his boarding school and his best friend's house it was customary to serve a ridiculous amount of food that nobody could possibly finish.
Sam was also pleased that Dean had made such a good friend. Most of the time, Dean could be found in the kitchen helping Harry prepare whatever food he was making at the time, and he was surprised at how well Dean adapted to a domestic environment. Although when he thought about it, he wondered why he was so shocked. His brother had, after all, looked after him when he was a kid and his dad had been away on yet another hunt, leaving the boys to their own devices. Not to mention the year he spent living with Ben and Lisa.
No, the reason Sam wasn't happy with Harry coming over all the time had nothing to do with Harry at all. It was Sam's own cautiousness and reserve that was the problem. Harry was great company – he was polite, friendly, easy to talk to and even easier to get along with. Dean had gravitated to him right away, but Sam had held himself back.
He'd made a mistake with Ruby. A stupid, stupid mistake that had cost him much of his relationship with his brother and had been the cause of the damn apocalypse. So when Dean had become fast friends with the younger man, Sam had deliberately stopped himself from becoming attached, because he knew how easily fondness could become blindness. He definitely did not want to become blind to any schemes Harry could be coming up with. He would not – could not allow it to happen again, not when the same thing had happened with Ruby.
But now…he regretted it. Seeing Dean with such a strong bond of friendship made Sam crave it too. Of course he and Harry considered each other friends – but that friendship did not extend as deeply as the one Harry and Dean had. As Castiel had once said, he and Dean shared a more profound bond. And usually Sam wouldn't mind. He was a little put out that he hadn't taken the opportunity to become close friends with the wizard, but the regret really surfaced when he saw just how lonely the other man was. It was a look he was all too familiar with, having seen it on his own face and his brother's – actually just about every hunter's face he had ever come across before. That was when he regretted not making the effort sooner. But, he resolved, as he looked around the library for books to give the man for his birthday (Harry had expressed an interest in learning more about hunting) it was time to make him apart of the family, and give him the proper welcome he deserved. And Sam was sure as Hell not going to let anything get in the way of making a Harry his brother in all but blood.
AN: Thanks for all the reviews guys! I decided to continue this as a series of one-shots/drabbles :) Hope you enjoy!
