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Some of these are very short, others will be longer one shots and there may be some 2chapter ones.
Not My Sam
Harry stumbled into the hotel and collapsed on the bed, drawing his wand to heal the wound on his side. He was out of practice when it came to hunting and he was paying for it now. He hated this world but he knew he was stuck until he had done what he'd been sent to. Some things were so much like the world he longed to return to and yet it wasn't it. As soon as he'd seen his first demon he had hoped but the pain was still there. He spent months searching, there was no Pastor Jim in Blue Earth, no Caleb supplying hunters with weapons and no John Winchester. Bobby Singer ran a salvage yard but didn't hunt. He'd found the Roadhouse Caleb had mentioned and wandered in briefly, it was still a hunter's hangout but they all seemed…. darker and harder than the hunters he'd known.
It had been easy to fall into hunting when the world was in worse shape than his. He couldn't let demons just take over after all. Hunting with no ability to call on backup was unsettling though, not to mention hard. He'd been hunting almost non-stop for three years now, he'd made no friends and barely had acquaintances a big difference to previous lives. But he couldn't bring himself to make friends in this world. He even found that his hands shook sometimes when he held a gun, then again the last time he'd held a weapon he had shot his husband and then himself to keep from being assimilated. He felt bad for their son, with no bodies Starfleet would assume they were now Borg Drones. He wished he could have let the young man know but there was no way. He missed Julian curled up around him, it always made him feel safe to have the enhanced human hold him in their sleep.
He forced himself up and over to the bathroom to shower off the blood before redressing and falling into bed to sleep off the blood loss. His dreams were a mix of Sam, Daphne and Julian, two spouses and one he would gladly marry. He woke clutching his chest and crying silently. He got up and dressed before heading out for breakfast, knowing he would never get back to sleep now.
Harry shot the werewolf and moved to the side of the downed girl. He found her aiming a gun shakily and put his hands up. "Easy. I'm not going to hurt you. Are you injured?" He holstered his own gun and held his hand out to her. She hesitated before slowly putting her own down before taking his hand. He pulled her up and then wrapped an arm around her when she stumbled. "Come on, let's get you out of here."
"Who are you? Did she send you after me?"
"Who's she? And my names Harry."
"Jo. You're a hunter right?" She glanced at him and he nodded. "My Mum's Ellen, she runs the Roadhouse. Thought she sent you."
"I've been there once and I don't think I even met the owner. I've been tracking that werewolf for a two months."
"Oh."
"You got a car or something nearby?"
"No, I walked."
Harry nodded and they came out into a parking lot where his car was waiting. He opened the passenger side and helped her in before getting in and starting the engine. He drove them back into town and followed her directions to her motel room, helping her inside. He found her first aide kit before carefully looking her over only to freeze as he found the wound on her side.
"What?" She tried to sit up but he pushed her down. He cleaned the wound thoroughly and then tossed her the bottle of whiskey he found.
"Drink up, I've got to stitch this."
"How bad is it?" She opened the bottle and drank.
"Deep enough for stitches but no organs compromised."
"So why do you look so….oh. He….it….I'm…" Her eyes were wide in fear and shock even as she scrambled back on the bed.
"Hey! Take it easy, come on just breath." He called out, trying to calm her down. When it didn't work he hit her with a wandless calming charm.
"Are….are you going to kill me?"
"Why? You haven't done anything bad." He gently bandaged her side and then got a wet cloth to gently clean away the blood and dirt.
"But I will. I don't want to hurt anyone."
"So don't." He shrugged.
She laughed bitterly and shook her head. "It doesn't work that way. Look just give me my gin back and leave. I'll….I'll do it."
"No way. I'm not leaving so you can shoot yourself."' He grabbed the gun she'd put aside when they'd gotten there and quickly removed the silver bullets.
"Then you'll do? Just make it quick please. And don't tell my Mom I messed up."
Harry sighed and sat on the bed beside her. "I'm not going to kill you either Jo. You have four weeks until the next full moon. That's plenty of time to work something out."
"Like what? There's no cure, people have tried."
"So work on control. Lock yourself up for the night."
"And the hearts?"
"Try animal. Don't just give up without trying. If….if it doesn't work I won't let you hurt anyone." He promised and she stared at him before slowly nodding.
"Okay." She really didn't want to die.
Jo looked around the house curiously. She'd always lived at her Mom's bar, never in a normal house like this. She would be staying until the next full moon just to be safe and she was nervous. She didn't even know Harry and yet here she was in his house. Hunters weren't exactly gentle men, what if he…. But there was something about him that made her want to trust him. "Down the hall, second on the left is the spare bedroom. I'll get you some towels and stuff." He went into the kitchen and she moved down the hall and opened the door. The room had a bed and set of drawers but was surprisingly nice for the spare bedroom of a bachelor. She put her bag down and then opened both of the doors, finding the closet and then an ensuite. At least they wouldn't be sharing a bathroom. When she came out of the bathroom there was a pile of towels and general bathroom supplies on the bed. She put them away and then unpacked her things. She took her shoes off and then left the bedroom to look around. She found Harry in the kitchen cooking something and now dressed in sweatpants and t-shirt. "Room okay?"
"It's great, thanks."
"Dinner will be done in another twenty."
"What happens now?" She asked a little nervously.
"I've got another job, you can come if you want or stay here. There's a basement that needs prepping for the full moon too. Other than that there's a shopping mall in town and a movie theatre. I've got a few movies here plus a library. You should be able to keep busy." He turned to look at her and sighed. "I know you don't know me Jo but I'm not going to hurt you or touch you." He promised. "I'm not some teenager always wanting sex. I….I was married and I'm not ready for anything yet."
"Oh….I'm sorry. Is that how you got into hunting? Did something get her?"
"Him, and no. He was injured in a fight and didn't make it."
Jo blushed slightly, oh. Well that meant she should be safe from him. "I'm sorry." It had to be hard losing your spouse, no matter the gender.
Jo sat in the now enclosed section of the basement, eyeing the various protection marks they'd placed on the walls to help the bars. She was dressed warmly but her feet were bare and her hair was down. Harry was sitting on a chair on the other side of the bars with a gun in hand, just in case. There was also a little fenced area in her cage with rabbits in it. She felt sorry for the poor little things but it'd beat hurting someone.
"You're going to be okay Jo." Harry whispered and then Jo felt the moonrise. He watched her eyes change colour even as claws formed and she growled. She sniffed and prowled, staring at him and Harry remained calm and still, waiting to see what she'd do. She tried to get out for a while before moving to the rabbits and ripping into them. It was going to be a long night.
Jo groaned and rolled over to sit up, staring at the blood on her shirt. She looked around to find she was still in the basement but there was no sign of Harry. She relaxed as he walked down the stairs with some clean clothes in hand. "It's just rabbit blood."he assured her and she relaxed as he opened the cage for her. She stripped off the bloody shirt and pulled on the clean one. "How do you feel?"
"Normal." No wonder people could be totally unaware of what they had become, she felt no different even after her first transformation. They headed upstairs so she could shower and then went about their day as if nothing had happened.
Jo impulsively hugged Harry who froze for a second in shock before returning it. "You'll be fine Jo, you know what to do to be safe." He reassured her and she nodded.
"I'll miss you." After five months of Harry watching over her they had decided she was able to head off on her own again.
"Just watch your back, other hunters won't care that you lock yourself up."
"I know and I will."
"You ever going to call your Mum?"
"I…after the way she lost Dad I can't. I don't want her to know how badly I messed up."
"Alright. Keep in touch."
"I will." She got in her car and drove away, glancing back to see Harry still standing on the lawn, watching her until she was out of sight.
Harry ran into the small house, gun in hand and magic pushing to be used. He heard a growl and then a gunshot even as he dashed down the stairs. His magic lashed out at the man and he dropped to the ground even as Harry moved into the cage and knelt down to check. He was too late, he couldn't heal death. He sighed and gently brushed blond hair back of her face even as her body reverted to human. "I'm so sorry Jo, so sorry." He choked before leaning down to kiss her forehead. He turned to the man who had killed his friend and aimed his gun, so tempted to kill him for what he'd done, his finger tightened slightly on the trigger….. He sighed and lowered the gun before kneeling next to the man and removing his id. Gordon Walker…. There were others ways to deal with him other than killing. Harry smirked and then went to work, when he was done the man wouldn't remember a thing. He couldn't kill him but he could give him the chance to be a new man. He then picked Jo up and left the house, calling the cops to find the new amnesiac in the basement. He took Jo's body to an isolated spot where he gave her a proper hunters funeral after removing her necklace.
Ellen looked up as the door opened and a stranger walked in….no she'd seen him once before in the bar. He looked around and then spotted her, walking over. "Are you Ellen Harvelle?"
"What can I do for you."
He extended his hand and Ellen gasped as she recognised the necklace he was holding. "I'm sorry, I didn't get there in time." He whispered.
"Where did you get this?" She demanded, a hand moving to the shotgun she kept under the bar, if he had hurt her little girl….
"From Jo. She… I found her when she took on a werewolf. She… She didn't make it. I got the wolf but there was nothing I could do for her and I tried but there was just too much damage." He would spare her the knowledge of what had really happened t her daughter.
"Her…her body?" Ellen swallowed hard even as she took the necklace.
"I gave her a hunters funeral ma'am. She was able to tell me to come here and give you this. She also said she was sorry."
Ellen stared at the hunter, he couldn't be any older that her baby, trying to see if he was telling the truth. Green eyes were solemn and she could see grief in them. She didn't think he'd killed her girl. "At least she didn't die alone." She finally whispered. "Drinks on the house for you and there are rooms out the back if you want to sleep. What's your name?"
"Harry ma'am and thanks for the offer but I don't drink and I'm on my way to California for a job."
"Alright, but you'll always have a room here if you need it." She watched as he left the bar and then let Ash take over. She went to Jo's room, clutching the necklace and sat on her bed, crying.
Harry wandered aimlessly, not sure why he was there. He had taken care of a ghost close to San Fransisco but for some reason had ended up driving south once it was done and now he was in Cupertino and he had no clue why, except…. The pain in his chest had become a strange twinge. But why? Sam was worlds away, it just didn't make sense. He smiled as he saw a little boy running around the front yard of one of the houses, kid looked about five. The front door of the house opened and Harry froze, unable to do anything but watch as Sam walked out and scooped the child up, making him laugh.
"Down Daddy!"
"I don't think so Mike. Uncle Dean and Aunt Lisa will be here soon."
"Ben too?" The kid demanded and Sam laughed.
"Yes, Ben too." He put the boy down and now Harry could see the resemblance even though the boy had blonde hair. He fought the urge to approach, this wasn't his Sam. This Sam looked utterly content and happy and wore his hair shorter that his, closer to how he remembered Dean's hair. He also dressed in far better quality clothes. He concentrated for a second, not wanting to be noticed watching them so magic hid him from sight. He watched as a car drew up and a woman exited before an older boy, maybe ten, scrambled out and over to Sam and Mike. The woman opened the front passenger seat and Dean slowly got out before opening up a cane and carefully making his way across the lawn. Harry's eyes were wide at the sight of a blind, or at least visually impaired, Dean Winchester with a wife and kid. The front door opened and Harry's heart lept into his throat as he recognised the woman from a photo of Sam's. It was Jess, alive and well and obviously pregnant. He stared at the family for a while before blindly apparating away, unable to watch them anymore.
He sank down on his bed and buried his face in his hands, fighting tears. He officially hated this world. He'd thought he was here to save Jo but obviously not as he'd failed so why? Why did he have to be shown the brothers living so happily with families that didn't include him? Was he being punished further for something?
The End of this one.
