Chapter 2

"That's not fair," Harry chuckled as Joe playfully elbowed him causing him to miss the shot.

"All's fair in love and war, squirt," Joe grinned taking her shot, sinking the 9 ball.

"Hate to interrupt your good time there, but I could use some help over here," Ellen said smiling at the pair.

"Boss is calling, gotta get back to work," Joe put her pool cue back on the rack.

"Do you need any help?" Harry asked putting his own cue away.

"Sure how about you empty the ash trays," Joe handed him a plastic garbage bag.

Harry went to each table picking up the ash trays dumping the contents into the bag. It was almost closing time and most off the hunters had already left. Harry looked up as two tall men walked through the door. Ellen approached them talking in hushed tones. Harry felt his body go into flight mode and fought it down. He didn't believe Ellen, or Joe for that matter would let anyone hurt him, so he relaxed a bit but didn't take his eyes off the two men.

"Harry, come over here sweety," Ellen motioned for the boy to come over to her and the taller man. The shorter one walked over to the bar and sat down on one of the stools, but never took his eyes off of Harry.

"This is a friend of mine, Sam, he might be able to help you find your daddy," Ellen left the two alone taking the garbage bag from him.

"Why don't we have a seat," Sam said motioning towards one of the booths. Harry followed the giant of a man, sitting down across from him.

"Do you know where I might find my father, sir."

Sam grinned at the britsh accent. "Tell me something Harry, why do you think Dean Winchester could be your father?"

"Well... you see, I found an entry in my Aunt's jounal, it said that my mum met my real father here and it gave his name," Harry said not really knowing how else to explain it to Sam.

"Where did you come from exactly, if you don't mind me asking and wouldn't your Aunt miss you when she notices that your gone?"

Harry looked down at the table. "No, niether her nor my Uncle will notice and I'm from Surrey."

Sam sat back taking the kid in the best he could, as far as Sam knew Surrey was somewhere in England. Could this little kid really have traveled so far just in hopes of meeting his real father. It put a lump in his throat just thinking about it. Sam shook his head clear and went back to the matter at hand. Sighing he looked Harry square in the eye.

"I'd like you to take a few tests for me, if that's o.k. by you."

"What sort of tests," Harry asked getting into his flight mode again backing away a bit.

"It's nothing that can hurt you, I promise," Sam said reassuring the young boy.

"All right, I guess so."

Sam pulled out a silver flask and unscreawed the cap.

"Just take a drink of this."

Harry backed away instinctively and Sam noticed the boys reaction.

"Don't worry it's just water, see," Sam said taking a drink from the flask. He handed it over to Harry who took a drink. When Harry showed no reaction to the holy water Sam smiled taking back the flask. Next Sam pulled out a solid silver knife. Harry rapped his hand around an empty beer bottle. Sam smiled, "the kid's got spunk, maybe he is a Winchester after all," he thought to himself.

"Just need you to touch the blade, that's all, I promise," he said trying to ease the boy. Sam decided not to try to get Harry to let go of the bottle, if it made him feel safer then that was fine by him.

Harry touched the silver blade, when his skin didn't burn Sam was finally satisfied.

"Are we done yet, with the tests I mean, because this is kind of creepy."

Sam laughed, "O.K., do you have a picture of your mom by any chance, maybe me or my buddy over there would remember her." Sam pointed a thumb towards Dean, who sat at the bar eyeing the two of them.

Harry rummaged through his bag and found the muggle photo of his parents. Before coming to the U.S. he made a stop at Diagon Alley and found a photo expert that could make a copy of magic photos in muggle photos. He looked at the photo still finding it kind of strange not seeing his parents moving. Harry handed over the photo to Sam.

"Thanks, I'll be right back O.K.?" Harry nodded and watched as Sam walked over to the other man sitting at the bar.

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"So, what do you think?" Dean asked eyeing the small boy from across the room.

"Well, he's not possessed, neither is he a shapeshifter, werewolf, nor a skinwalker," Sam said handing his brother the photo.

"What's this?"

"It's a photo of the kid's parents, I figured maybe if you saw his mom you would recognize her."

"The kid's like what, nine maybe ten, you really expect me to remember some chick that I met that long ago?" Dean grumbled snatching the photo from Sam. Dean looked at the photo of the little family, focusing on the red headed woman. He instintly recognized her and Sam saw it in his brother's face.

"Umm...Lily, if I remember right, I remember she had this hot britsh accent and gorgeous green eyes and this body..." Dean's grin faded as he saw his brother, Ellen and Joe stairing at him.

"So, do you think it's possible?" Sam asked.

Dean shook his head, "I really don't know Sammy, I mean did you find out the kid's age, I met Lily around twelve maybe thirteen years ago that kid doesn't look any older then nine or ten."

"Well, lets go find out," Sam said motioning his older brother towards the table Harry sat at.

Harry looked up as the two men approached. The shorter one held his parents photo and Harry wondered why.

"Hi, kid, umm... Harry right," Dean asked, Harry nodded in response. "How old are, Harry?"

"I'm twelve almost thirteen."

Dean looked back down at the photo and cringed. The age was just about right, "What was your mom's name?"

"Lily," Harry responded slowly getting to his feet. A serge of feelings began to coarse through him and Harry pushed the feelings deep into his gut not wanting to get his own hopes up.

Dean grabbed a chair, needing to sit down, he felt light headed and the situation felt unreal. He was a father, he had a son? The question burned in him like a hot knife.

"Are you... are you Dean Winchester, are you my father?"

Dean looked away from the photo into green eyes, those same green eyes that he remembered looking into so long ago.

"I guess I am," he sighed running his hand through his short cropped hair.

Without warning Harry suddenly wrapped his arms around Dean's neck burying his face in his new found father's shoulder. Dean was taken aback, not quite knowning what to do, he looked at Sam for support and Sam looked away wiping a tear from his eye and swallowing a lump in his throat. Feeling the boys arms around him, Dean raised his own slowly, embracing the little boy that held onto him. A smile came to his lips and he pulled Harry into a tighter hug, running his hands through his son's hair.

Harry pulled away smiling, tears streaming down his face. "I can't believe I really found you, I can't believe that this is really happening," Harry exclaimed excitedly.

"Hey, the feeling's mutual,... um, Harry,"

"My father," Harry whispered, making Dean blush a little.

"Well, if that makes you happy, I guess you'll like this, the jolly green giant over there's your Uncle and you got a grandfather at home that I'm sure's going to love meeting you."

Harry's smile grew bigger (if that was possible) at the thought of having more family then he had originally anticipated. Sam crouched down to look his nephew in the eye, looking the boy up and down Sam smiled worriedly at how thin Harry was and how his clothes seemed to be ten times too big.

"I gotta ask, what's with the clown cloths?"

"Do they freak you out Sammy?" Dean grinned at his younger brother.

"There sort of, hand me downs," Harry said feeling suddenly ashamed. Sam, being able to read his nephew's thoughts took him by the hand. Harry winced and pulled back his arm craddling his wrist with his left hand.

"Take it easy, Sammy," Dean said raising his voice a little.

Sam opened his mouth to protest when Harry spoke up, "I fell off my skateboard, not long ago and hurt my wrist, it's alright Sam... Uncle Sam didn't do anything."

Both brothers looked at one another, knowing a lie when they heard one.

"Harry, let me see your wrist, I promise I won't hurt you," Sam said giving his reassuring brown eyed puppy dog look. Harry exstended his arm letting Sam gently take his wrist.

"Try to bend it back a little," he said still looking at his nephew's thin wrist. Harry did as Sam asked wincing at the pain. "O.K. that's good," Sam said smiling messing up Harry's already unruly looking hair, making the boy grin disspite the pain.

"Well, what's the verdict, doc," Dean asked watching his brother and son.

"I'm not sure, but, my guess is that it's fractured or at least sprained really bad."

Dean looked over at his new son, "Harry why didn't your Aunt or Uncle take you to the hospital when this happened?"

"I didn't tell them about, I didn't want to bother them," he said a little too quickly.

The brothers exchanged looks, not liking what they heard.

"So, what were those tests for?" Harry asked looking from Dean to Sam.

"Harry, what do you know about the supernatural?" Sam asked.

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"No damnit," Dean growled trying to keep his voice down so that he didn't wakeup Harry in the backseat.

"Dean, just hear me out, O.K.," Sam pleaded with his older brother.

Dean sighed stubbornly, "I just don't want him thinking that I don't want him, Sammy, I mean he crossed the Pacific Ocean to meet me."

"It's the Atlantic Ocean, Central Atlantic to be exact," Sam said getting annoyed.

"Whatever dude, you know what I mean."

"Look Dean, we have to take him to see Doc. Richards in the morning anyway, for his wrist, so why not have him do a D.N.A. test?" Sam saw Dean grinding his teeth, but contuned anyway. "It's not that I don't think Harry's your son, because I do, he looks alot like you when you were that age and he's deffiantly got dad's mop top, I'm just worried that his Aunt and Uncle might come looking for him."

"I hope they do," Dean said in a dangerous tone of voice, thinking about the bruises that Ellen said she saw on his son's arm and the possible fractured wrist. He looked in the rearview mirror at Harry sleeping in the backseat. Sam had found an old wrist splint in the back of the Impala that one of them must have used at some time or another, truth was neither could remember all the injuries they had sustained over the years from hunting.

"Dean, we need to think realisticly about this, if the D.N.A. test proves...,"

"When, not if," Dean said getting angry at his younger brother.

"Fine, WHEN the D.N.A. test shows that your Harry's biological father then we can get ahold of a lawyer and you can adopt him legally. That way no one can take him away."

"Alright, but your going to explain it to him."

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Harry looked at the menu not quite knowing what to order, he wasn't picky by any means, being used to cooking for the Durseys and getting whatever scraps that were left.

"Anything catch your eye, hun?" the waitress asked smiling down at him.

"Maybe just a glass of orange juice would be alright."

"He'll have the blueberry pancakes with a side bacon," Dean said taking the menu from Harry and handing it over to the waitress.

The waitress wrote down the order, taking the menus she walked away. Dean eyed her, admiring the way her hips swayed as she walked.

"Bet you could bounce a nickle off of that...," Dean trailed off as Sam gave him the stink eye and motioned his head towards Harry.

Harry laughed at the brothers antics, "I'm twelve Uncle Sam, not two, I know about the birds and the bees."

"That doesn't mean you have to learn about smut and porn from your dad," Sam said still eyeing Dean.

"Don't pay attention to the prude, Harry, what'd you think of her?" Dean asked elbowing his son playfully.

Harry rolled his eyes, "She's old to me, dad."

Sam laughed out loud and Dean had to grin, not just at what Harry had to say about the waitress, but the fact that Harry had been calling him "dad" since they left Doc. Richards.

Doc. Richards was a full time doctor and part time hunter. When the Winchesters or most other hunters needed some medical care that they couldn't handle, they went to him. Doc. Richards was more then happy to do the D.N.A. test for Dean. He asked him if John had been told about his new grandson yet. When Dean told him "no" the doctor shook his head laughing saying that the oldest Winchester was going to have a heart attack when he found out. He explained that it would take twelve to seventy two hours for the test resolts and that he would call Dean as soon as he got them.

The Winchester's food was laid on the table, they all dug in with enthusiasm. Dean would glance over at Harry now and again making sure his son was eating. Harry noticed the diffrence in menu items that his father and Uncle chose. Wil his Uncle Sam chose a vegi omlet with a fruit cup on the side, his father on the other hand picked the biscuits and gravy with bacon on the side with an extra side of sausage.

"That good, son?" Dean asked watching Harry shoveling the pancakes in his mouth.

"I haven't eaten in a while," Harry said blushing slowing down a bit.

"Looks like you haven't eaten in weeks," Sam said taking a fork full of his omlet.

"Here why don't you take these," Dean said pushing his plate of sausages over towards his son.

"Are you sure you don't want them?" Harry asked eyeing the links.

"Ya, I'm sure."

Harry dug into the sausages with a "thank you" to his father."Sausages always remind me of school breakfast," Harry said absently.

"They served breakfast at your school?" Sam asked looking over.

"What kind of school serves breakfast?" Dean asked.

"I goto a boarding school, or at least I did," Harry said looking down at his pancakes.

"Did something happen that you can't go back?" Sam looked a bit worried at his nephew, thinking that he might have gotten kicked out for some reason.

"Well... I came here to find dad."

The two older Winchesters looked at each other in confussion.

"Harry, why would coming to find me have anything to do with you not going back school?"

"Well... I wasn't sure if you would be O.K. with it, the school's in Scottland."

"Wow, you goto a boarding school in Scottland?" Sam exclaimed excitly. "What sort of school is it?"

"It's a special school for gifted children," Harry explained not wanting to tell them what Hogworts really was.

"Special school?" Dean questioned. "Like egghead special or need to wear a helmet special," Dean smiled at his own clever remark.

Both his younger brother and his son rolled thier eyes ignoring him. Dean just went back to his breakfast.

"Well, I don't have a problem with you going back to school if that's what makes you happy, Harry," Dean said digging back into his biscuits and gravy.

"You would really let me go back?"

"Sure, after all I'm sure you got friends and stuff there, it wouldn't be right of me to take all that away from you, the only thing I ask is that you call or write at least once a week," Dean finished not looking up from his food.

Sam watched as his nephew's face glowed with happiness and excitment. Harry could hardly believe what he was hearing.

"Thank you, I don't know what to say, thank you so very much, dad." Harry leaned over and hugged Dean.

Sam smiled and nodded his approval to his brother, knowing Dean had done the right thing by his son.

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"So why are we cloths shopping, I've got cloths," Harry protested.

"Look, your not going to meet your grandfather for the first time looking like you just mugged a circus clown, besides your too good looking to be dressed in those rags," Dean said fingering Harry's shirt. He blushed at his father's comment.

"So where do you want to start?" Sam asked looking down at his nephew.

"I don't know, I've never been cloths shopping before," Dean sighed, looking sadly down at his son.

"Tell you what, son, how about Sammy and I lead the way."

Harry shrugged, "sounds good to me."

By the time the threesome left the mall Harry was carrying two bags of choths, as well as Sam carrying two boxes of shoes. Dean brought up the rear carrying a winter coat as well as a leather jacket that he insisted on byeing for Harry.

After a quick change of cloths at a rest stop Harry walked out of the stall wearing some of his new cloths carrying his old ones in a bundle. Dean gave a whistle, "told ya he was a knock out." Harry blushed stuffing his old cloths and shoes in his backpack. Dean walked over taking the old bag from his son and handing him his leather jacket.

"You want to keep anything in here, get it out now," Harry put his jacket on and reached inside the bag pulling out his wand, shrunkin down broom, and the envolope of money.

"So what's with the stick?" Sam asked stairing at Harry's wand.

"It's a momento from my, mum," Harry lied to his Uncle.

Sam shrugged the lie off for now, maybe when they got to know each other better he would learn to confide in his family.

"You sure that's all you want out of there?" Dean asked eyeing his son.

"Ya, there's nothing else that means anything to me."

Harry followed Sam and his father towards the Impala's trunk. Dean rooted around in the hidden compartment pulling out a small can of lighter fluid. Placing the bag on the ground and pouring the ligher fluid over it he handed Harry a pack of matches.

"Light'er up, son."

Harry struck the matches throwing them on the backpack. It went up in flames instintly and he looked at his new family.

"To new beginnings," Dean said turning his son around heading back towards the Impala.

Harry looked back at the burning bag smiling, "to new beginnings," he whispered.

"Harry, get in the damn car!" Dean yelled making him jump out of his thoughts.

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The three of them pulled up to the bunker a little after dark. Harry sat forward in the backseat stairing at the large door opening up to the underground garage. The Impala slowly pulled into a parking spot and Dean cut the engine off. The trio got out and took thier bags out of the trunk. Descending down to the main level of the bunker they opened the door to the library.

"So what was so important that you had to stop at the Roadhouse?" John asked looking up at his sons.

"We picked you up a little present, hope you like it," Dean said sarcasticly moving over to reveal Harry.

John staired at Harry and then at each one of his sons in turn with a confused look on his face waiting for an explanation.

"This is Harry, he's my son," Dean explained.

John stood up and walked over to his new grandson, crouching down to look the boy in the eye. A smile broke out on his face as he staired at Harry. John reached out putting a hand on the back of the boy's head, pulling him into a tight hug. At first Harry didn't know how to react to the oldest Winchester, he never had a grandfather before, but as he felt the warmth of the embrace he laid his head on John's chest and smiled feeling truely safe for the first time in his life.

John pulled Harry back taking stock of the boy, looking him up and down. He noticed how thin he was and then saw the splint on his wrist. Anger suddenly welled up in the old hunter, standing up his gaze went staight to Dean.

"What happened to his wrist," John demanded pointing at Harry's wrist.

Dean opened his mouth to explain when Harry chimed in, "I fell off my skateboard and hurt it, dad and Uncle Sam already took me to see a doctor."

Satisfied with the answer John looked over at Sam, "Why don't you show your nephew to his room and help him get settled in." Sam nodded leading Harry away.

As soon as the two were out of ear shot Dean turned angrily on his father, "you really think that I would do something like that, to my own son."

"I'm sorry son, I over reacted," John said sitting back down and motioning for Dean to take the seat across from him.

Dean didn't respond and sat down still a bit angry from the unsaid accusation that his father had made.

Sighing John looked over at his oldest, "so your a father now, alots going to change and your going to have to change with it, wheather you like it or not."

Dean deflated, leaning back in his seat, he staired down at the table, "I'm not sure what kind of father I can be to Harry."

"Your a good man, Dean and good big brother, you practically raised Sam when I was hunting, I think your going to be a fine father."

"Thanks, dad, that means alot coming from you," Dean said looking up meeting his father's gaze.

"So, what really happened to his wrist?" John asked.

"I think his Aunt and Uncle that he lived with abused him, Ellen said she saw bruises on his arms, he's pretty closed up and tight lipped about himself, I'm not really sure how to handle this, dad," Dean said running his hand through his hair.

John looked thoughtful at his son as Sam approched the table sitting down next Dean.

"He's out like light," Sam said, "so what did I miss?"

"Your brother dosen't think that he's going to be a good father," John said looking from Sam to Dean.

"Are you kidding me, Dean, you'll be an excellent dad," Sam said clapping his older brother on the shoulder. "Besides you got me and dad to help you out."

"That's good to know, Sammy, I could use all the help that I can get."

Later that night Harry woke up from a nightmare, sweating and looking around for the meaty face of his Uncle Vernon. He relaxed when he realized where he was at, untangling himself from his sheets he got out of bed and opened the bedroom door. He poked his head out looking left and right before entering the hallway. Wandering around the bunker he found the library where his Uncle sat typing on a laptop. Sam saw him and smiled motioning Harry to join him at the table.

"You O.K., you're all sweaty, did you have a nightmare?" Sam asked putting a hand on his nephew's shoulder.

"I'm alright," Harry shrugged.

Sam sighed, looking at him, "come on, lets get you cleaned up."

After a wiping the sweat off of him and a change of cloths, the two of them were back in the library.

"So what are you looking for, on the computer I mean," Harry stood up leaning on his Uncle's shoulder as he took in the computer screen.

"Well, I'm looking for our next hunt."

"How do you know when you got one, a hunt?"

"Well, we look for strange stories, mostly unsolved crimes, sometimes even urban legends," Sam said glancing over at Harry.

"Like stories of haunted houses," it was more of a question then a statement.

"Ya, that's right," Sam smiled at the boy's inquisitive nature.

"Why, do you think hauntings happen?" he inquired to his Uncle.

Sam wrapped his arm around Harry pulling the young boy closer to him, his nephew didn't restist the small embrace.

"Well, in my experince most feel they have unfinished buisness, while others are angry, maybe feeling that they didn't get a fair chance in life, still others are just plain crazy," explained Sam.

"Do you think there are good ghosts that help people?"

Sam smiled at the innocent question, "Harry, let me tell you about what happened when we discovered your grandmother's spirit was still haunting the old house that your dad and I lived in."