Disclaimer: I own nothing recognizable.
Rating: T
Word Count: 1,128
Warnings: (slight) innuendos, bad writing, bad humor, woolgathering on the College, ect...
Timeline: 5.15 Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid

Chapter 1:

All my life I've been searching for somethin'
Somethin' never comes, never leads to nuthin'
Nothin' satisfies, but I'm gettin' close
Closer to the prize at the end of the rope

University Center; South Dakota Public Universities & Research center. "What a mouthful," Harry commented, running his hands through naturally messy black hair. It was located in Sioux Falls, South Dakota and Harry had no idea why he had come here about four years ago. It wasn't quite the norm when a twenty-six year old man shows up and wants to apply to a college in a little town. He had attracted some friends and started working on getting some degrees in pretty random things. The last four years had passed rather quietly… till dead people started rising a few days ago.

"Hey Harry," Amanda chirped. She was a rather pretty girl with long brown hair and blue eyes. Harry nodded his head in a greeting before lifting a book, showing her he was busy. "Oh come on! You're always reading… What is that anyways? Is that the bible?"

Harry shrugged, "You're commenting on me reading the bible but when dead people start showing up alive, you expect me to go on as if they had never died?"

She rolled her eyes good naturedly and sat down at his table. "So, why are we in the library?"

"Exams."

"But…you're not studying." She tilted her head to the side.

"Ah, but, I don't need to study. You, on the other hand, do." He went back to reading, ignoring her pout.

"Come on Harry! All you ever do is nothing! Come to the part with all of us tonight. We're celebrating Kenneth's little sister coming back to life." She widened her eyes, trying to give him her best puppy dog eyes. Her brown hair fell in front of her face and Harry groaned quietly.

"You shouldn't look like that. Most men wouldn't hesitate to grab you up."

She gave him a wicked grin, "What if I want you to gobble me up." One of the passing boys muttered something and Amanda flipped him off. She turned back to Harry with the same grin and began to move closer; hand slowly trailing across the table to where his legs were propped up. "I could show you a real good time."

Harry shot her an irritated look, "I thought I all ready told you, Karen, that I don't want you." He waved the bible in her face, "Thou shouldn't be a whore." He broke out into a smirk as she reared back.

"You shouldn't go around saying things like that, Harry. People might start to believe I am one." She crossed her arms, a pout forming on her lips. She pouted a lot.

"And, why shouldn't they?" Harry asked innocently, eyes sparkling as her pout disappeared.

"That's it!" She snarled, slamming his bible on the table. "You are coming with me to the damned party tonight or else I will drag the party to your dorm. Don't make me," she threatened. Harry cleared his throat before pointing behind her. Slowly, Amanda turned to face the irate Librarian. "I'm sorry?" She squeaked, trying to make herself smaller in the hard chair.

The Librarian pursed her lips and Amanda stood up and collected her stuff. "I'll just be leaving now," She said, dejectedly. Before she was out of the door she looked back and wiggled her fingers at Harry.

Chuckling, Harry thanked the librarian before going back to the bible. "And through the fire stood before me a Pale Horse, and he that sat atop him carried a Scythe. And I saw since he had risen, they too shall rise, and from him and through him."(1) Pausing, Harry stared at the words, "Death?" He shook his head, eyes confused before packing away his stuff.

"Must've read it wrong," He muttered, making his way out of the building. He sighed when he saw his black 1978 Harley Davidson FXS bike sitting there. He was still a bit worried somebody would try to steal it. "Hey baby, come on, we're going to Bobby's." He had met Bobby a year ago, had a little problem with Ginny's spirit attaching itself to his soul. Needless to say having a Hunter near was scary, yet helpful.

Harry kick started his bike and took off; somehow, the sunny skies didn't fit his mood.

-0-

Singer Salvage Auto. Harry relaxed as Bobby's house came into view, looking relatively normal. The last time he had talked to Bobby had been three days and usually they talked almost every day. He carefully drove in between the piles of towering cars, wondering when one of them was going to be crushed. Harry took a quick glance around and stopped when he saw a shiny 1967 Chevy Impala parked in front of Bobby's house, looking as if it belonged there.

"What the hell?"

He threw his helmet on his seat and strode to the front door knocking twice to let Bobby know he was here. A few moments later an unknown woman answered the door. "Uhm- I'm looking for Bobby?" His accent was a little more defined than usual. He could've sworn he had seen a picture of her somewhere in Bobby's house.

She smiled, "He's in the main room with those other two boys. Come on in! I'll tell him you're here."

Harry nodded, eyes following as her blonde curls bounced on her head as she announced him.

"Bobby, this young man was looking for you." Harry glanced at Bobby to see him smiling happily at her and eyes closed briefly as she kissed his cheek. "Oh, by the way," she said, turning to him. "My name is Karen."

"Nice to meet you, Karen. My name is Harry."

Smiling again, she nodded before offering him a piece of pie. Harry took it hesitantly and thanked her before turning to Bobby. He stayed quiet as she left the room, not wanting to show how freaked out he was. As soon as the doors closed he spoke, "Did you see her smile! Man that was creepy. Uhm, no offense and all Bobby."

There was a snort to the side of him and Harry whipped around to come face to face with the 'two other boys'. His eyes quickly took in their appearance. They had to be related, one was shorter than the other with short hair. He had hazel green eyes and was wearing a leather jacket. Harry nodded to him before looking at the taller one. He had long brown hair with brown eyes and had to be at least six four (6'4).

"Uhm, who're they?" Harry asked Bobby.

"They're the Winchester brothers, you idjit."

Shit, this was exactly what he needed.

All night long I dream of the day
When it comes around, and it's takin'away
Leaves me with the feelin' that I fear the most
Feel it come to life when I see your ghost

Song: All My Life- Foo Fighters

A/N; Holy Shit! Can you see the review count? Thank You! I just typed this up, not sure if it's any good but whatever. Thank you for all of the reviews. Btw, it's a Dean/Harry. Castiel was close and a DeanHarryCastiel sandwich was close too! Lol, here are some of your questions and answers:

Why not a Sam/Harry? Honestly, I don't like Sam that much. He annoys me... Yeah, but I won't be bashing him or anything.

1. Quoting Bible and Bobby from the episode...

Thank you and again please Review!

CDFK

P.s. Sorry for any mistakes, my friend came over and we stayed up all night. O.o What? It's summer!