In Mac's Bar Everything Goes
Summary: WARNING: Spoilers to HP series and Supernatural up to Season 05 ep 10 "Abandon All Hope". After saving a bartender, Dean's life change. He has a lot to learn about hockey, bars and a guy know as Mac.
Category: Romance / Adventure
Pairing: Harry/Dean
Author's Notes: Well, guys! I never got this many reviews at once, thanks a lot. I'll try my best to keep things going well, but I must warn you guys that the adventure part of this fic may take awhile.
WARNING: In this, Harry never had any children, ok? And Ginny isn't exactly a good person...
Dean woke up that morning feeling as if a rat had died in his mouth a week ago. His head pounded like a bitch and his back didn't feel much better. The light in the room hurt his eyes, but as soon as his eyes got used to it he could make out a small living room and he noticed he had slept in a couch that HAD to be the worst couch in the history o couches if the pain in his back was any indication…
The smell o coffee suddenly filled the air around him. It was strong and rich and it came from the kitchen. He let his feet drag themselves in autopilot in the direction of the delicious smell of homemade coffee. His body craved caffeine like his baby craved gas. It was a simple equation, really. Dean's mind didn't work without coffee.
"Morning, mate. Took you long enough… I'm surprised you could actually sleep this long with that much light… Never bought curtains for that living room, after all." Said the young man with black hair and the greenest eyes Dean had ever seen.
"Too much, too early. Coffee." He grunted out as way of answer and soon he was sipping strong sweet coffee from a Canadiens mug.
"It's half past nine." Said the man Dean now remembered as Harry, a wand he-witch with a hot as hell accent. Where the hell THAT came from?! Did he…? But apparently he slept on the couch!
"Exactly. Too early." Dean made a pause, time for the truth. "How did I end up sleeping on your couch, Harry?"
"I could not let you drive back that way. It would have been suicide." Harry said as he made them toasts. The jam and butter on the counter.
"Where did you buy this? It's awesome." Dean commented as he took the first bite of his toast with jam.
"I made it. Blackberries. If you like you can take a jar. I always make too much." Harry answered.
"Thanks, man! Sam will dig this shit. By the way, why the hell are you up so early?" Dean squinted his eyes against the light for drama.
"I'm an early riser, as rule. Want to see if we can grab a few minutes on the ice? Play some one on one before I have to pay the bills?" Harry was really excited when he asked this, it's been such a long time since he had someone to play hockey with… Dean looked at his mug and then again at Harry.
"I'm good, dude. I need to stop by the motel, take a shower…"
Harry's eyes grew with mirth.
"You must be joking! You can't skate!" Harry couldn't help but laugh. It was so good to laugh, how long has it been since he laughed like this? Since he last talked to Ron and Hermione? One, maybe two years ago? Harry hadn't felt this relaxed around someone in years. Dean was the only one in America who knew his real name or what he really was. Of course he hadn't told the other man about his saving the world but that was ancient history. There was nothing to hide from the hunter. No lurking danger that could kill the other man any minute. Old Voldie was gone and Death Eaters could suck because that man could take care of himself. It made him feel really light and giddy.
"So what, if I don't, shorty!" Dean replied covering his embarrassment with anger. Harry laughed even harder. That was new to Dean, someone who actually laughed about being called shorty, he himself hated it. Maybe it hit a nerve because his Sasquatch of a brother's existence made him feel shorty. Maybe it was Ruby's voice in the back of his head calling him "short bus" that made him hate the nickname. Harry, only laughed. And Dean almost felt his face heat up in light of his laughter.
"You know what they say, Dean, best perfumes come in small bottles. Now, come on, I'll make sure the ice doesn't bite your arse too much."
And that was that. No room for further discussion and Dean didn't felt so worried about making a fool of himself.
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As Harry stepped on the deserted rink he was totally at ease, like the blades were part of his feet. He was light and small, everything most hockey players weren't but he was SO fast. He didn't move like a hokey player either… He glided, compact and aerodynamic, as if he was, indeed, flying. When Dean tried it wasn't so pretty. His first step and he was face first on the ice.
"Dude, you're so screwed."
Harry laughed.
"Why? Is it my fault that you fell on your face?" He asked coming to Dean's side.
"You brought me here, it's all your fault." The hunter mumbled from the ice. And Harry was laughing again. Dean didn't have the heart to stay mad when the Brit laughed like that.
Harry helped him up and held his arms as he got to his feet.
"Try to use your brakes, I got you my old skates because they have brakes, it will be easier to stay up. Hold my hands I won't let you fall."
Dean had a dead grip on Harry's arms and he wasn't so sure it would work.
"Now, come on, you don't have to step ahead, you slide the blade on a diagonal. That's it. Good. Steady now."
Harry was ready to let Dean try without his support when Dean fell on his ass this time.
"This just isn't my thing." Said Dean on his cold butt. Harry helped him again glaring at him.
"You can stop that right now. By looking at you I know you aren't a quitter. So I'm not letting you quit, got it? There isn't a hockey player in the whole world that is a quitter. Because this is a rough sport and everyone who gets in the ice to play must be ready to be clobbered sometimes. And that's why I'm teaching you. You look tough enough. It's been three years since I had someone to play with and I'll be damned if I'll let you quit now!" Harry said.
"Are you done with the chick flick moment?" Dean asked.
"I, actually, thought it was quite a manly speech." Commented Harry seeing that Dean felt a lot surer of himself and letting him stand on his own.
"Dude, you are such a girl." Dean answered.
To be Continued…
