Coming Home
Summary: WARNING: Spoilers to HP series and Supernatural up to Season 05 ep 10 "Abandon All Hope". Sequel to In Mac's Bar Everything Goes. The Ministry found some of Ginny's loose ends. But it is Harry who will have to tie them up.
Category: Romance / Maybe Drama
Pairing: Harry/Dean
Author's Notes: Thanks everyone who reviewed! Love you all!
FLASHBACK
It all had started with a phone call.
The melody of "God Save the Queen" by Sex Pistols filled the bedroom. There was some shuffling and then Harry's voice.
"Hullo." He said and Dean's morning wood responded to the accent. He was still in bed and his mind was terribly fuzzy. The night before he had just got home from a week-long hunt after a 10 hour drive. He knew he shouldn't do that kind of stuff, but the time away took its toll. All that "There is no place like home" crap was totally true. And all he managed to do when he arrived was crash in their bed and hold Harry as if there was no tomorrow. Even if sleeping with Harry was great, when he heard his voice, his accent, Dean's dick just let him know he wasn't averse to the idea of some alone time with his wizard…
Harry's words, though, weren't right… Some shock, some sadness, Dean couldn't catch the words, but he knew there was something wrong by the tones he was using. He made an effort to concentrate on the conversation, keeping his eyes shut.
"Do you think… Is that even possible?" Harry paused and let out a deep breath. "Merlin." He sounded shocked and tired and disturbed by whatever was said to him. "I'll just talk to Dean, and as soon as I can, I'll be there. I just hope it isn't true…" He said and this sounded way too serious for Dean's tastes.
"Ok… I'll call as soon as I arrive."
There was the sound of something small falling on the pile of clothes on the armchair by their bed, probably Harry's phone.
Dean opened his eyes to see Harry looking at him with a sad expression.
"Where do you think you are going?" Dean asked, very much awake and in that defensive tone Dean get every time he thinks someone is lying to him. The idea of Harry agreeing on just ditching him that easy just after he came back had him quite pissed off.
"Dean… Something happened."
"Obviously, since you are planning on running off like that." Dean's voice rose as he got to his feet ready to show Harry how much he 'enjoyed' that plan.
"It is not like that!" Harry answered getting angry and loud as well. He hated when Dean started accusing him without listening to him first. It just made his blood boil!
"Then what is it?!" Dean shouted back.
"They've found some information on Ginerva… Some of the things she did just after our divorce… Some things that may very well have to do with me. And I have to go there. In person" Harry answered, trying very hard to keep controlled.
"England?" Dean asked, his nostrils flared a bit. Harry nodded.
"How long?" Dean asked still mad but in a lower tone.
"As long as it takes." The wizard answered as truthfully as he could. Dean's face fell at that moment, it felt like Harry was going one way or another and written on his face were all his abandonment issues, his brother leaving him, his mother and father dying, Castiel leaving for heaven… It broke Harry's heart. Dean was looking at Harry as if he was fucking leaving him. As if he was being that much of a bastard and Harry hated that he felt like that much of a bastard.
"Dean… It's importat." He said tiredly, his anger gone, almost begging for Dean to understand.
"Then explain it to me." Said the hunter and Harry's eyes grew in fear.
"I-it… M-may as well be nothing at all." Harry stuttered weakly and sat on the bed not thrusting his legs to hold him. Keeping a cold façade in front of Hermione on the phone was one thing, holding himself together in front of Dean was another entirely. He wasn't ready to talk about that, he couldn't even look Dean in the eye while thinking about it. Was it true? Could it be true? Was she capable of that? He asked himself.
Dean looked at Harry and knew that this something important was also disturbing. Harry could take a lot but he didn't seem to be holding up well, whatever this something was. That was all it took for his anger and pain to dissolve into his love for Harry. Harry was priority, the rest could wait, he, himself, could wait. He crossed the room and sat by Harry's side making a decision.
"Ok… " He released a deep breath he didn't know he was holding and touched Harry's hair and face. "Harry" He called to no avail, Harry's eyes were still on the floor. "Baby, look at me." He said and at that Harry's eyes lifted to his. His fingers soft on the wizard's face which still had stubble, he hadn't had the time to shave before the phone rang.
"I want you to pack your things. We are going to take care of this, whatever it is. You and I. We are a team."
To be Continued…
