A.N. Heya everyone thanks for your reviews. I'm a huge fan of Harry Potter and Supernatural and I just think it would be amazing if the two combigned.
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Hope you keep reading because I really think you are really going to love who I cast as God, plus will I stay on cannon for the end of season 5? XD
Chapter two
Harry walked into the kitchen of Bobby Singer's house, starring around in faint horror at the place. There were extremely questionable items in the fridge and some of the cupboards, more questionable items than there were actually edible items.
Wrinkling his nose at the shabby kitchen he decided if he was going to be staying here for any amount of time this would have to be changed. Holding out his hand he murmured the spell that Molly had taught him and summoned the ball of glowing blue light, waiting until it was the size of the tennis ball he let it drop out his hand, it hovered for a few seconds before shooting off, rolling round the room sucking dust into its centre. He repeated this twice before going to the coffee machine and after a few pokes and repero spells it churned into life.
He had just settled himself down at the newly cleaned table, deeply breathing in the scent of freshly made coffee when a voice behind him almost made him spill it all over himself.
"How are you feeling?" Harry turned to see the angel, Castiel, standing in the doorway.
"Geez you are beyond silent," Harry put his hand over his chest trying to settle his breathing back to normal. The angel looked much as he had yesterday, which had come as a maor surprise to Harry. He hadn't really known what to expect the angels to be like, he didn't really know what to expect them to look like in their 'vessel' forms but really it wasn't this.
Castiel seemed to be some sort of business manager, bank manager type guy, who had had a rough night out on the town. He had a day or twos worth of dark stubble, his hair possessed the same bedhead/sex look that Harry's used to have - which Harry felt kind of weird thinking about as it was an angel of the Lord that he was thinking about and he was pretty sure that he didn't sleep. He wasn't exactly what you would call a physically imposing man, you would walk right passed him in the street. But when you looked into his eyes, there was something there. His eyes, an amazingly piercing shade of blue that Harry had never seen before, shone with age, knowledge, power and a weariness as well.
"Harry?" The angel also had a gravely, low timbre to it that brought to mind the phrase speaking from the soul.
"I'm sorry, my mind is still a little foggy and sleepy," Harry smiled apologetically.
"It is alright. You performed a great piece of magic yesterday," Castiel sat down at the table with Harry, to Harry's amusement looking exceedingly awkward in doing so.
"I just did what I could. It was luck that I was able to heal him," Harry shrugged.
"No, it was skill and power. And a sacrifice," Castiel's eyes pierced through Harry making him feel like he could see everything that was Harry, his heart, soul and mind. Lowering his unique eyes to his coffee cup Harry wondered just how much the angel did know.
"A sacrifice?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"You used up with little power you had left as the Master of Death," Castiel said bluntly.
"Ah, you know about that huh?" Harry smiled unsurely.
"The angels do not look much into the business of natural witches and wizards, but the events surrounding Tom Riddle caught our attention enough to glance at it. You took possession of the Deathly Hallows and became the Master of Death long enough to defeat Tom Riddle before throwing away that power, there are few mortals that would have done that," Castiel pointed out.
"I didn't want that power, the power over life and death, to live forever. Not something that appeals to me," Harry shrugged.
"And that makes you unusual, no one expected you to do what you did," Castiel tilted his head to the side, much like a bird would. "And now you have used the last remaining gift left over from being the Master of Death to heal my brother, someone you did not know. I do not understand you," Castiel frowned slightly as his eyes scanned Harry's face.
"Lots of people have tried to," Harry chuckled. "And they failed. I have a tendancy to make choices that people don't expect. You guys…Tessa explained the situation, four guys fighting against the apocalypse and trying to do what everyone says is impossible. When Tessa told me what Gabriel had done, and what had happened, the answer was simple," Harry shrugged lightly.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!" the shout and the gunshots broke their conversation and Harry walked casually into the living room to see Dean and Sam aiming at one of his blue cleaing balls which was rolling around the living room.
"…At's oin' on?" Hermione sat up with her wand in hand blinking blurrily round the room. Her hair was an incredibly impressive bed head and her clothes rumpled.
"Its alright, Dean and Sam just got scared by my cleaning ball and tried shooting it," Harry snickered wandering over to Gabriel who was snoring away on the transfigured bed that Hermione had conjured for them when she woke for long enough.
"Oh, that all, thought we were under attack!" Hermione sighed dropping heavily back onto her pillow.
"A…cleaning ball?" Bobby asked leaning forwards in his chair to poke the blue ball as it rolled passed.
"Yup, goes around sucking up dust, dirt and the like. Have you heard that dust and dirt is bad for your health? When was the last time you cleaned in here?" Harry scrunched his nose as he straightened from the bed Gabriel was resting on.
"Hey! We're trying to stop the end of the world we don't really have the time for hovering!" Bobby scowled.
"Your breeding bacteria in here! How embarrassing would it be if Team Free Will ended up loosing their human members because they didn't hoover or clean?" Harry snorted.
"Harry its too early to mother hen," Hermione groaned from where she was buried underneath the covers.
"I am not mother henning!" Harry spluttered.
"So your going to tell me that you aren't planning on stocking up the cabnets and cooking them some proper meals?" Hermione's head peeked back out of the duvet and looked at him expectantly.
"Gabriel should wake up in a few hours, I believe he's going to be feeling a little rough when he wakes," Harry answered after a few moments getting a snort of amusement from Hermione.
"He's mother henning, don't take offence, it means that he likes you," Hermione grinned before stumbling out of bed. "Shower upstairs?" She asked barely waiting for the nod before stumbling up the stairs.
"Considering I'm mother henning I'm going shopping to get some food, proper food," Harry sniffed before with a pop he disappeared. Bobby, Sam and Dean stood staring at the spot he had been in shocked.
"I have a feeling life isn't going to be boring with those two around," Bobby snorted rolling back into the library.
The smell of proper food being cooked drifted through the house and seemed to summon the three hunters from their various spots inside and outside of the house. They found Harry in the kitchen standing at the cooker in a shockingly clean kitchen.
"Is…is that a…a full English?" Dean practically drooled as he stepped into the kitchen and threw himself into a chair at the table and stared at Harry hoefully.
"Fried eggs, scrambled eggs, sausages, bacon, black pudding, hash browns, eggy bread and toast," Harry nodded waving his wand to make the dishes drift to the table.
"Oh…you are staying please! Please!" Dean groaned as he started loading up his plate. Bobby and Sam took their places at the table a little slower than Dean but loaded up their plates quick enough themselves.
"Hey feathers you need to eat as well," Harry called. Castiel walked into the kitchen looking confused.
"I do not need to eat, I am an angel," Castiel frowned.
"Your cut off from heaven though right? Your powers fading slightly? You need to get substance from somewhere," Harry urged. Cautiously Castiel sat down at the table and placed some food on his plate and eating it just as cautiously.
"Oo eggy bread," Hermione bounced into the room and took the second to last seat.
"I know that you have already done a lot for us, especially considering that you don't know us but I was wondering whether we could ask if you would do something?" Sam asked awkwardly after he and Deam played a visable version of ip dip do.
"Erm, sure," Harry glanced confused at Hermione before turning to look between the brothers who looked unsure how to ask.
"Spit it out," Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Is there anyway at all…that you would be able to heal Bobby's legs?" Sam rushed out. Harry and Hermione blinked at him before looking at Bobby.
"Erm, how long have you been in the chair?" Harry frowned.
"About seven months," Bobby responded glaring at the brothers.
"He was possessed by a demon but managed to take control of his body long enough to stab himself with the knife we have that can kill demons. Thing is he managed to hit his spine," Dean explained.
"I'll need to take a look at xrays if you have them and check you over, I can't make any promises. It will depend on how much your body has healed and changed around it. I could vanish the bones and regrow them…" Harry mused.
"You want to vanish my spine!" Bobby choked staring at Harry wide eyed along with the brothers. Even Castiel was looking curious where he was sitting chewing his scrambled eggs curiously and thoroughly.
"Oh don't worry about it, I had the bones vanished from my arm by accident and then grown fine. Its bloody painful, but I think if you have been like that for seven months then it might be the best option. I'll do a proper check before I go about vanishing your spine don't worry," Harry smiled.
"How did you manage to take back control of your body? That's like a one in a hundred chance from the research that I have been doing!" Hermione said eagerly leaning forward with her eyes shining in curiosity.
"Oh dear, she's off," Harry sighed.
"Hang on talking about demons, are you ammune to demons or can you be possessed?" Bobby asked them.
"They can take over our bodies but they can't access our magic," Hermione shrugged.
"You have any anti possession stuff?" Dean asked.
"There are things that can stop demons possessing you?" Hermione's eyes lit up again.
"Yup, we have them tattooed on, but we have some spare amulets that we can give you," Sam said as he tugged his collar to show them the tattoo lying just under his collar bone.
"Be prepared to be grilled for every piece of information you possess as to how they work," Harry mumbled in warning catching the fire lighting in Hermione's eyes.
"How long are you two planning on sticking around for?" Bobby asked.
"Oh…if we're in the way we can just…"
"He didn't mean it like that. Bobby and Dean can be blunt to the point of rudeness and misunderstanding at times. I think what he meant to say was, will you be sticking around?" Sam interrupted Harry's hesitant words.
"What I mean is I don't want us to start getting used to you being around and thinking we can rely on you and then you both just disappearing on us," Bobby clarified.
"Oh…well we did just intend to come here, heal your angel and go home again," Harry said slowly.
"But your very interesting and you seem to actually stand an incredibly slim chance of winning. We tend to like the underdog," Hermione chuckled.
"So we'll stick around and help out. We were just preparing ourselves for the end of the world, but we would rather go down swinging," Harry shrugged.
"Then you'll fit right in," Bobby snorted.
"Your seriously going to put yourselves right in the line of fire, with Michael and Lucifer's vessels, a runaway angel and a partially fallen one and a middle aged hunter you might not be able to heal when you don't know us from squat, because you like the underdog?" Dean said incredulously looking between them.
"Nope. We're putting ourselves in the line of fire with a group of people who aren't just lying down and taking it. They are fighting tooth and nail to stop the end of the world and if there is the smallest chance that you could possibly suceed then we are going to be right here helping you. When Tessa told us about you we thought, yeah ok they want to stop the apocalypse. But having met you, seen how determined you are and seeing how you interact, there is actually a snow balls chance that you could pull this off," Harry snorted.
"And it seems to us the more fire power you have the better, with just got you one extra angel, and we're offering to lend our powers to this fight. Can you really afford to turn us down?" Hermione raised her eyebrow and waited expectantly.
"Here's to Team Free Will. All seven of us against the armies of heaven and hell," Dean grinned raising his coffee cup in salute.
"I think he's keeping you around for your cooking," Hermione snorted amused.