A/N: A long awaited chapter, huh guys? See you at the bottom.

Chapter 1: A large double chocolate sundae

If there was anything, anything at all that was to blame for the way things went, it was the hair. Well hair and damn ice-cream.

Harry understood it wasn't his fault, that he wouldn't control his appearances all the time, he was only a child after all. Most of the time, no one noticed anyway, how his face morphed from heart-shaped to pointed, how his eyes flashed and changed when he was angry, how he somehow managed to be three inches taller than he was yesterday. It was always just the hair.

It was the hardest thing for him to control, as it often reflected his emotions. He didn't mean for it to turn blood-red when that boy from the third grade insulted him. He didn't mean for it to turn a deep electric blue that time when his morphing abilities stuck and refused to work. He didn't want Harry to have to use crazy excuses to explain why his son's hair remained like that for a whole week. And he certainly hadn't meant for it to change so suddenly as he sat in that park, sparking the immediate curiosity of one extremely perceptive man.

So yes, the hair was to blame.

Dean Winchester was tired. Tired of everything. His life just never seemed to be right these days, did it?

He too had once thought that when war ended, his life would get better. That the days were he spent his time driving from state to state, looking for somebody to help, would end. But he was wrong.

Sure he'd been happy for a while with Lisa and Ben. A normal, happy life was all he'd ever wanted, right? But Dean soon realised that it wasn't. He was a hunter at heart, and no one could take that away from him, not even himself. No ordinary life would cut it for him.

So with a new and promising trail, he left. Again.

He travelled south to Texas, refusing to look back at the life he'd left behind, and while there, he came across the biggest shock of his lifetime: his brother Sam.

Neither were sure how he managed to climb out of Hell, but Dean had a funny feeling it had something to do with his God.

After much shouting, some tears and one, big hug, the Winchester's brothers were reunited at last.

So why, six months later, was Dean Winchester tired? Well, I guess you'd be tired too if you were chasing a mysterious, powerful, incredibly awesome being like myself. Yes I am that awesome, and no I'm not vain. It's only true. As the Winchester boys were finding out, trying to catch me, is like trying to catch a tiger with a mouse trap. Do you get the idea?

Dean Winchester walked into the cool diner, desperate to escape the scorching heat of a Californian summer. He hated to admit it, but the heat was starting to get to him. They'd appeared in San Francisco a week ago, to investigate the suspicious murders of three respectable men in a bar on the outskirts of the city, right in the middle of a heat wave.

He walked up to the counter and ordered a coffee, the only strong thing served in the place so early in the afternoon. The waitress smiled warmly at him but he ignored her, sitting on one of the high stools at the counter, waiting for her to return.

I hope you're paying attention. This scene is very important, practically the start of all the mayhem that is to follow. Why?

Not a minute later, the door of the diner opened and in walked a little boy. To Dean, he didn't look anymore than six or seven years old as he skipped up to the counter in his tiny navy uniform. Dean chuckled to himself as he noticed that the kid's forehead didn't even reach the top of the counter.

"Can I help you?" the waitress inquired, glancing down at the boy after giving Dean his coffee. The boy rocked on his heels, humming a tune softly.

"Can I have a large double chocolate fudge Sundae, please?" he asked looking at the woman innocently.

"Uh, okay." she replied uncertainly. "Sit in or take out?"

The kid thought for a second. "Take out."

"I'll be back with that in a second."

The waitress disappeared again, leaving the boy just standing there. Dean inspected him carefully. He was small and thin with shaggy black hair that floated down past his ears but stopped just before his shoulders. His face was heart-shaped, and his eyes a pale shade of grey. Quite the handsome little kid, Dean decided.

The waitress came back, carrying a big bowl of ice-cream. The kid's face lit up as she set it on the counter before him.

"That'll be $5.50 please."

Still in awe of the ice-cream, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a couple of coins and gave them to the woman.

"This is only a dollar. The ice-cream costs five dollars, and fifty cent!" she exclaimed angrily, after counting out the coins. The boy just shrugged, causing Dean to laugh.

"Well no money, no ice-cream!" she said, trying to snatch back the bowl but the kid was to fast.

"Too late. You already gave it to me, you can't have it back!"

"Give it to me, brat!"

"No, it's mine now!"

The waitress went to grab the boy angrily, but luckily Dean stopped her.

"Relax woman. I'll pay for the kid. Here." he threw the correct amount on the counter, plus a little extra. She finally stopped screaming, but Dean could tell she was still furious. He turned to the kid.

"Come on, let's go eat your sundae outside before she starts again."

Dean laughed again. He loved listening to the kid talk, it was a refreshing break from hunting. And besides, the kid was a funny evil genius.

"What was your name again, kid?" he asked, lying back against the trunk of a tree and allowing his eyes to slip closed. They had made their way to a park, just a couple minutes walk away from the diner, one of the boy's favourite hang-out spots.

"Teddy." he answered, eating another spoonful of ice-cream.

"Teddy? Like Teddy-Bear?"

Teddy groaned. "Don't call me that! I hate it! My dad always does. Teddy bears are for girls and babies."

Dean smiled. "Where's your dad now?"

"At work. He's really busy at the moment."

"What does he do?"

"He writes for a newspaper." Teddy said proudly. "He's really good at- OUCH!"

Dean's eyes fluttered open immediately. "Kid? You okay?"

Teddy held his hand painfully. "A bee just stung me!" he yelled furiously, tears pricking at his eyes.

But Dean's eyes weren't watching Teddy's hands. Instead, they were watching his hair, which had just turned blood red.

Teddy stopped whining when he saw Dean staring. "Dean? What's wrong?"

"Your, your…hair-"

Teddy froze. He was in trouble and he knew it. No one was supposed to see his hair change. Dad was going to kill him.

Shaking his head, he morphed his hair back to black and stood up. Leaving Dean and the remainder of his ice-cream behind, he ran.

Poor Teddy.

A/N: It's been forever right? Sorry, this month was just so busy for me, so i haven't wrote much. You'll be happy to know that i have down a lot of researching and planning for this fic though, and have come out with some good stuff for you later on. The narrator is no longer an OC, but she is not from either fandom. All shall be revealed. :) And just to let you know, since i started before it did, i'm going to ignore season 6 of SPN. Sorry, but i think it's just easier that way guys.

So what did you think of this chapter? I don't really like it and i think it's bad. Thanks for reading guys and thanks to everyone who reviewed! Sorry i didn't have time to reply to you all but i really appreciated it. I love all of you! And if anyone has time, i would love a review. Thanks.