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Warnings: This story is rated M for Mature. It contains the following: Graphic Sex! Homosexual Relationships. Angst. Violence/Blood/Gore. Adult Situations. Adult Language. M-Preg. Folk Lore/ Mythological Themes/ Religious Text.

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Chase The Morning

Pairings: Dean Winchester & Harry Potter(main). Lucifer(Nick) & Harry Potter (one-sided).

Rating: NC-17 (is there any higher?)

Chapter Two:

Harry had been in denial for the last two and a half weeks. Ever since he'd woken up two months to the day of his 'romance novel night' and rushed to the bathroom puking his guts up.

Harry should've seen it coming a mile away. The one time he wasn't careful, the one time he let his guard down and hadn't made the guy 'wrap it up' he came out knocked up.

Mrs. Weasley was going to throttle him.

Harry knew of wizards becoming pregnant, however when the partner was muggle, it was almost unheard of. 'Figures I'm the one in twenty... or whatever Hermione said.' Harry thought bitterly and placed a hand on his stomach, curling up just enough so he could kinda look at his stomach.

"So what are you going to be? Boy or girl?" Harry mumbled to his stomach. "I want a little girl, it would be nice." Harry whispered rubbing his stomach, it hadn't even raised into a little bump yet, not that Harry was looking forward to it, the morning sickness was more than enough right now.

"What do you mean he's not here!?" Dean growled.

Castiel frowned. "He was gone as soon as he noticed you." The angel explained. "So far we have not gotten wind of him since."

"You're telling me that I drove fifty-one hours straight here, only for the bastard to vanish into thin air?" Dean growled.

"I'm afraid so." Castiel said. "But he had to have been here for a reason. Lucifer is not just playing tricks on us, there was something he needed here. We have to find out what, and pray he hasn't found it."

"Castiel, there's nothing here. It's a podunk town in the middle of the desert." Sam said glancing at his fuming brother. "I've looked over everything, no signs, no prophecies, nothing."

"There must be something." Castiel said and Sam sighed.

"I'll keep looking." Sam said with a shrug.

Dean finally snapped and punched the wall with an angry yell and stormed out. Castiel looked at Sam for an explanation.

"Apparently the sex was that good." Sam said putting his hands in his jean pockets.

"Sex?" Castiel asked.

"Yeah, he picked up some guy at the bar a few hours before you called. Apparently they rolled around in the sheets and it was good." Sam said scrunching his nose at the thought of Dean with another guy, though from Sam remembered about the guy, he was really damn cute.

Castiel seemed just as confused as before Sam opened his mouth, but didn't question further. "I will come back if I find anything." The angel said and was gone with the familiar flutter of large wings.

Two Months Later

Harry was now three months pregnant, and his stomach had finally turned from flat muscle from Quidditch training, to a slight soft bump. Needless to say the Quidditch coach was not pleased with his Seeker getting knocked up, the backup Seeker however was thrilled.

When the Second War ended after Harry turned eighteen, he decided to skip the offering at the auror's office in exchange for a nice contact and condo playing for the American Quidditch team. Sure the training was hard, plus being away from his friends and family was also hard, but they were only a floo call or a portkey away. Harry saw them on most holidays, plus when he was playing back home, they always came to his games, and on occasion they came over to see him play as well.

Harry forced himself to get out of bed, Harry worked part time at a muggle book store, it was just something to pass the time in the off season for Quidditch as well as allow him something laid back. He liked it, he met a lot or interesting people working there, and they didn't know who he was.

Harry showered and dressed in baggy jeans and a loose t-shirt. He had a car, though he hardly drove it, usually he apparated, but since it was dangerous while expecting, he decided to drive instead of walk. It was a late model Ford truck, nothing flashy, but it ran well and Harry just liked the fact that it was huge.

The bookshop that Harry worked at was a twenty minute drive from his condo, nothing flashy, just a small place with a coffee shop in the front where people could sit and read with a nice cup of coffee. Most of the time the people that came in were older retired men and sometimes women who wanted a sweet face and someone to talk with them, and Harry didn't mind being that person. The other people that came in where mostly college students and the 'artistic' types, which always amused Harry.

"Good morning Harry."

Harry smiled at the owner, a woman in her late forties named Ginger.

"Hello love." Harry said brushing his hair behind his ears.

Ginger smiled brightly. "Emily is going to going to close up for you tonight." She said.

"I'm going to need to take some time off in a few months Gin." Harry said.

"Oh? What for?" Ginger asked untying her apron.

"Just need some time to myself." Harry said.

"Of course." Ginger said.

"What do you mean you're heading back?" Sam asked following Dean out of the motel room and towards the impala.

"Three damn months Sammy. We've been sitting on our asses for three months!" Dean said holding three fingers out. "I don't care what Cas or anyone else says, I'm going back to New York. I'm gonna find Harry, and tell him everything, and hope that he doesn't think I'm completely nuts."

"He's not going to believe you Dean." Sam said. "You're better off just letting it go."

"I can't Sammy." Dean said desperately. "Most of the time, you know I couldn't give a rats ass if I left in the middle of the night without so much as a good-bye. But now-... something about Harry I can't let go. I feel something's wrong."

"Why didn't you leave a note or something then Dean?" Sam asked.

"I get a call a three in the morning saying Castiel knows where Lucifer is, and he might be trying to raise another horseman, you think leaving a notes the first thing on my mind?" Dean asked.

Sam frowned. "No."

"Alright then, so stop getting in my way. Either stay here and wait for Castiel to find out where the hell Lucifer has run off to, or come with me back to New York, where you can still sit on your ass and wait for Cas to show up." Dean said. "Either way, I'm leaving now, and I'm driving non-stop till I'm back at Harry's."

Sam stared at his brother for a long time unable to speak. He had never in a million years had he thought Dean would be so passionate about someone, most of all a one night stand. Sam's brow furrowed and finally he nodded. He just prayed it wasn't because Harry was another siren or something and Dean was out of his mind due to the siren's call. At least if Sam went with, he could prevent anything from happening to Dean.

Harry looked up when he felt someone standing at the counter. He looked up to see a relatively good looking man, most likely in his mid-thirties standing there with a charming smile. His hair was short and dirty blond, his eyes were blue, and his skin just a bit pale. He was fit, with a strong chin and about six feet in height.

"Hello, can I help you?" Harry asked with a friendly smile.

"I hope so." The man said his smile growing wider. "I'm looking for someone named Harry, I'm assuming since you're the only one working that it's you, correct?"

"Yes, and who are you?" Harry asked slowly getting to his feet. The man's eyes moved to rest on Harry's stomach.

"Let's just say, I'm a big fan." The man said his eyes traveling back up to Harry's face. He put his arms on the counter and leaned over it. "My name's Lucifer." Harry's eyes went wide. "Don't try popping out of here either, wouldn't want you to hurt your precious cargo now would we. Besides you wouldn't get very far."

"What do you want?" Harry asked stepping away from the counter, towards his wand.

"You, your baby." Lucifer said bluntly. "Oh, and your baby's father cut into a million tiny pieces, but lets start with what we've already got in the room." Lucifer smiled again.

"No." Harry said and Lucifer laughed.

"That's cute." He said. "You act like you've actually got a choice." Lucifer held out his hand and Harry's wand shot from the holster hidden in the sleeve of Harry's jacket sleeve. Harry tried to grab for it, but Lucifer snatched his hand back. "Naughty, ask nicely and maybe I'll give it to you."

"What the hell do you want?" Harry snarled.

"I already told you." Lucifer said. "I want you."

Harry swallowed nervously. He'd faced Voldemort, and hadn't even blinked, but this completely unassuming man in front of him had him shaking in his shoes. "Why?"

Lucifer smiled. "I'm a vain person. You just happened to be two of my favorite things all rolled into one. Pretty and powerful, not to mention you've got this manipulative side, and you happened to be intelligent. There's nothing better."

"What about willing?" Harry asked and Lucifer chuckled.

"Participation? We'll work out the details later." Lucifer hopped over the counter and grabbed both of Harry's arms with his strong hands, and Harry gasped when he felt feathers brushing against his body. With the sound of fluttering wings, the cafe vanished, and Harry's world went black.

Castiel appeared in the back of the impala. "I know where Lucifer is."

Dean swore and swerved into the other lane, before quickly righting his car. It was three am, there were no cars on the back road they were driving on.

"Where?" Sam asked.

"New York." Castiel answered.

"We were there before New Mexico." Sam said.

"Yes, it seems Lucifer went there in order to draw us away from what he was truly after." Castiel said.

"What?" Sam asked.

"Harry." Dean said.

"Yes, apparently the boy you... fornicated with was an important piece in this game." Castiel said.

"He's not a th-"

"What role does he play?" Sam asked.

"The carrier." Castiel said.

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked.

"Your Harry, is Harry James Potter, a natural born wizard, a very powerful one, most likely the most powerful one alive." Castiel said and Dean looked over his shoulder at the angel. "Trust me, his people are not the chanting soccer moms you have dealt with in the past. Their magic comes from my father."

"Alright, so he's powerful. Why is that such a big deal? Lucifer is powerful enough." Sam said.

"He wants an heir." Castiel said.

"Well then he grabbed the wrong gender." Dean growled.

"Actually, no he didn't." Castiel said. "Harry is already with child, yours Dean."

Dean slammed on the breaks and put the impala in park before turning in his seat to look at Castiel. "Say again."

"Harry's kind, natural magic users, have an ability that when they meet their soul mate, they can have children, no matter what their sexes. Two males, two females, one male and one female." Castiel explained. "You are Harry's soul mate Dean. It only takes one time for conception, that is why it felt so right to be with him. It's also why when you had to leave him, you didn't feel right, you're not meant to be apart from him."

"Did you know this before I left?" Dean asked.

"No, I wish I had, I would've stopped you from leaving." Castiel said.

"Wait, you said that only soul mates can produce children. If Dean and Harry are soul mates, Lucifer can't have a child with Harry, they aren't soul mates." Sam said.

Castiel sighed. "Both of them are powerful enough so it won't matter. Harry's body won't reject Lucifer's child, which is usually the case when two non soul mates pair up."

"What will Lucifer do with my kid?" Dean asked.

"Keep him or her." Castiel said. "He will do it in order to try and appeal to Harry as merciful."

"That's funny." Dean said.

"Where will Lucifer take Harry?" Sam asked.

"I don't know yet." Castiel said. "But most of the angels are looking for him. Others are trying to get information from demons."

"What should we do?" Sam asked.

"We pray that either Harry can send us a clue, or that we can find him before you child is born." Castiel said. "We have six months left Dean."

Dean gritted his teeth and turned back in his seat and put the car into drive and stomped on the gas pedal.

End of Chapter Two

We have come to the end of the second chapter. Don't worry, Dean will completely make up for what he did in the first chapter. Also I'm edging away from the Supernatural story line, just a bit. I hope that Lucifer wasn't to OoC for your taste, I thought I did pretty well considering we've only seen him like four or five times.

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