Stranger Roads Have Been Walked

Abby Ebon

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Disclaimer; I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own Supernatural.

Beta: the fantastic artscribler (as of 12/23/09).

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Temptation Between Times

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Jess came into her dorm. She shared it with her roommate - and a number of other girls she had yet to meet and had no intention of memorizing the names of - though, to her, it was still somehow hers.

She pulled her keys from her sweater pocket and the door swung open. First day was always the most exhausting and most of the students who knew what they were in for took a noon time nap – or at least knew to keep the noise down.

Her roommate was, thankfully, not around because Jess had a lot to think over and most assuredly did not need another witch preaching at her about "keeping relationships within the ranks" so to speak.

She kept the lights off, turned on some soft music, closed the curtains and with a contented sigh collapsed onto the bed.

She pulled extra her pillow against her side in a poor imitation of Sam, and the second went under her head. She did not have to wait long before falling into sleep.

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Harry was sobbing, babbling haltingly about something she could not hear. Her heart lurched at the sight and something within her twisted in an ache to fix this – for it was not right, was not the way it was supposed to be.

Harry was not alone, Sam stood there, looking down at him as if he did not want to believe whatever it was she could not hear. His knuckles turned white from being clenched so hard and he turned his face away.

Another man, one she had not seen before, came up beside Sam. There was regret on his face, but solemn acceptance.

He put his hand on Sam's shoulder, and Jess could lip read the "I'm sorry" he spoke as if it wasn't already written across his features. There was a gun in the halter around his waist.

Sam did not face either of them, and Harry shivered the darkness – for it was night, Jess realized – seeming to gather around him, bidding it's time, feasting on his sorrow.

Sam shook his head, and Jess did not know why. He knelt beside Harry and pulled the younger man into his arms. Jess was not surprised that they fit together so well.

Harry spoke and Jess made out "forgive me" and wondered why it seemed like such a huge question. Sam only held him tighter, sharing their sorrow. Jess began to feel a sense of 'rightness' about the scene but it disturbed her as well, because she did not like not knowing what could affect both of them so.

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Disturbed from sleep, Jess blinked her eyes open. For a moment she wondered how it was that she could do this, but the feeling faded to the background when she spotted her roommate walking into the room trying, and failing to be silent.

With a grunt of acknowledgement, she rolled over curling around the pillow at her side, wishing she was in Sam's embrace.

While the dream – was it a dream…? Or perhaps it was a warning of things to come? – had disturbed her, nonetheless, she was determined to get all the sleep she could, as true night had finally fallen.

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Jess remembered one more dream in the morning, though she wasn't sure she was as 'part of it' as her last. It had the pleasantly fuzziness of memory mixed with fantasy – or so she told herself.

The sun was setting, and Sam and she were curled together on the couch, watching some show she wasn't really paying attention to.

Sam was much more interesting – he wore no shirt, though he had his jeans on. She was pressed up against his chest, wearing his tank top and it was riding up as he played his fingers along the sensitive skin of her sides.

She wore the shorts that were as good as underwear to bed. And though he kissed her and touched her, there was nothing to stop them from coupling; still, they waited – breathless – for something or someone to join them.

The scene in the dream changed, as such things would do without preamble, and instead of the couch in a living room in front of a TV, they were in the bedroom with soft music playing through the open door.

For a moment she wondered why the door was open, but then Harry stepped into the bedroom wearing boxers and nothing else and she realized what it was she and Sam were waiting for. Harry.

Green eyes danced with mirth and Harry came closer to the bed, teasing them with his golden skin and body so close yet still untouchable. He gestured them closer, a teasing grin lighting his features.

Sam and she exchanged a look, and then together pounced. So it was that Harry found his waist straddled by Sam and his hands and arms held down by none other then Jess.

Harry laughed, though there was no sound. Then Sam kissed him, boldly, wet tongues wrestling together within the warm caverns of their mouths.

Sam looked up at her. His eyes were black, and there was nothing human in those eyes, nothing of her Sam. She remembered screaming as she fell onto the floor, trying to get away.

Sam had been confused, trying to sooth her with gesture and word, while Harry had clearly been the more worried one – trying to approach her, question her – but she couldn't stop screaming and crying and Sam would not let him near her, fear of her – fear for Harry's sake. It was all so mixed across Sam's face like a painting.

By the time Jess realized that there was nothing wrong with this Sam – at least not yet – it was too late. In a burst of power that was not exactly magic as she knew it – but still power – Harry's wand broke, shattering and she was sliding up the wall, as the force of power lifted her.

Sam – her Sam – was screaming on the floor, as tears of blood ran down his cheeks. But ...it was Harry who worried her most.

He just stared blankly ahead, watching it all, as if already dead on the inside. His lips formed words she could hear.

"…I…killed you…"

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But that's wrong…Harry, you didn't kill me. Something…something else did…and it's hurting Sam…Jess blinked back tears as she woke and took a shuddering breath. She felt like crying, but piece by piece she put herself back together. She wasn't sure for a moment who she was or where, but she sat up in bed and her feet and legs where tangled in the sheets almost as if she had been fighting the inevitable.

Just a crazy ass dream… Jess told herself firmly as she glanced to the clock, only to see it was twelve at night, but she had a feeling that if she dared to go back to sleep she would see something else, only worse.

Something that in all likelihood, would break her heart bit by bit.

Legs finally free of her bedding, she resolved to try to do something productive, and getting out of bed only resulted in her being shocked awake by her feet meeting cold tile floors. Damn-it, should have set the rug by the bed before I went to sleep.

Jess scolded herself. It was such a small thing, but it was far better to be distracted by it then to linger on her disturbing dreams. Her feet took her to the bathroom, and she decided a shower, a bit of water splashed on her face, was not such a bad idea after all.

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Sam lay awake, suddenly and unexplainably tensed, and ready to fight what monsters lingered in the shadows of his dorm room. At first he was not sure what had woken him, and began to relax, thinking it had only been a dream that had disturbed him.

Then he heard it, a muted whimper. It was as good or better then an insistent demand for help to his already raw nerves He sat up, searching the room for the source. It came from a messy head of black hair tucked beneath a blanket.

Jess' doing…Sam thought, not quite sure if he were ready to tackle that set of issues so early in the morning. Jess had brought the boy to him as if he were an ill treated stray she wanted them to keep. The thought twitched his lips in amusement.

Then the whimper came again accompanied by a small groan of a pained soul. Sam shoved aside his issues; there was no reason not to at least wake the kid up from a nightmare.

Especially one of that sort, Sam thought as he shuffled close enough to glimpse the boy's expression twisted into a sort of agony that would inspire kindness in even the most hardened souls.

"Harry…" Sam grumbled, reaching out a hand to rest on the boys shoulders, to shake him awake. It was the briefest of touches, but Harry had stilled. As if reassured by touch alone, his expression grew peaceful, content.

Sam stood in awe for a few moments, merely staring down at the boy transfixed by the sight of the peaceful child that had replaced the one so deeply entrenched in a nightmare only moments before, not quite sure what had happened, but aware that something had his fingers flexed as he drew them away.

He managed to walk backward a few steps, then the muted mewl came again, bringing Sam to a realization. Harry was comfortable in deep sleep only while being touched by another or in another's presence.

Sam's cheeks flushed, he went foreword only close enough to brush the boy's hair off his sweaty face, and the peacefulness returned to his features. It had been a test but it had proved Sam's theory right.

Which brought a nagging problem on the heels of thought. How was Sam to have a guilty free conscious… and Harry to have sleep?

There was the obvious answer – to crawl in bed beside him – but Sam had only done such a thing with Jess, and Dean when his nightmares had been bad.

Unaware, Sam's hand had fallen to his side and Harry shuddered as if about to cry, and Sam's resolve hardened all on its own. He was not about to let someone suffer in nightmares when he could help just by holding their hand.

Without thinking too hard about his reasons for doing so, Sam climbed into the bed, letting his hand touch Harry's wrist, just to assure him there was someone in the darkness with him.

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AN: I'm glad this has had such a positive reception; I hope you all have enjoyed the second chapter, yes, Jess will die – though the question you should be asking is more along the lines of "is she going to stay dead?". I'd love to learn how you think things will be changing because of Harry, this may linger along the root of "finding John", but it'll twist to bite like a desert rattlesnake when they find what demons fear – and when Sam and Dean find out they've been sleeping with one of the monsters, according to daddy dearest.

Trickster 'gods' will be playing a bigger role, and we'll find out why it is the magical world is ignorant to the monsters. If I ever get to that point, you'll learn what Harry intends to do about that too. That's my entire plot in a nut shell, and yes – it's about as vague as that too.

So you see; I really do want your opinions before I start out on a quest that'll shake the real world into the reality of monsters and magic, and wake the magical world to the joys of what is left of humanity. That sounds rather doomsday, doesn't it?

…I really ought to go and fetch this bunny and question it, but… I don't want to – as vague as this story is; to me, it feels…fun, to write. Or, at least, a challenge; this is why I took on the task of writing it, after all. Yes, I do indeed have an odd idea of what "fun" is.

All bidding on the question, of course, of how will Harry react to finding himself entangled in bed with Sam?