**************All characters except my Ocs belong to the Supernatural universe***************
Harry sat on her bed with her laptop on her lap. She wasn't allowed much new technology since her parents didn't approve of it because of their strict Catholic ways. She hated hiding everything from her parents but these things were a part of who she was. The music, the friends, the social media. It is the scaffolding of the person she is. They are supposed to accept that as her parents, they are supposed to love the good and the bad parts of her. A lone tear slid down Harry's red cheek. She sniffled and wiped it away. She can't let them get to her. She is a strong independent woman and she is loved. She will always have Lorna and Naomi, people who love her for exactly who she is.
After assessing her appearance in the mirror like she did every morning, Harry grabbed her bag and sneaked out of the bedroom door. Her small feet had reached halfway down the stairs when she heard a bedroom door creak open. It was father. Harry composed herself and hid the phone that was blasting Lynyrd Skynyrd behind her back.
"Harriet Wheelstream. Come here." Her father stood at the top at the stairs, clad in his pastor robes. Pastor Marvyn Wheelstream. The lead minister of the church in the Pontbridge village in Wales. Harry reached her father and stood there quietly with her hands behind her back. He stared deeply into her eyes and began.
"I heard two new boys have joined your year group. Many of the parents in the village told me they are trouble. Not to mention they are Americans. You know what violence happens in America. So, be a smart girl and stay away from these boys. I don't want you getting mixed up with the wrong people." A scowl instantly jumped onto Harry's brow.
Harry must have drunk a pint of brave in her sleep last night and to her own surprise, she retorted "Father, they have only been at Arch-Angel for two days! Don't be so close-minded!" Harry's tiny hands found her mouth as soon as the last syllable left her lips. Her round eyes swelled with fear as she looked up at her father whose face was tainted red with rage. His building block hands backhanded her face and threw her to the floor. He grabbed her collar pulled her roughly off the towards him.
"Now listen here, little girl. I am the adult and you are the child. As long as you are under my roof you will do as I say, Understood?" Harry muttered a meek "Yes, Sir" and ran towards the front door as soon his touch had left her. Desperate to be free.
Her little legs ran as fast as she could to her form room where she knew her best friends would be waiting for her. Lorna and Naomi both live away from the village so they catch the school bus. They always arrive at school ten minutes earlier than Harry. Lorna and Naomi's familiar faces came into view. Harry stood two metres away from what felt like her only family. Lorna's cat-like eyes widened as she saw the shorter girl standing in front of her. In an instant, Lorna rushed over to Harry and engulfed her in the only hug that could make Harry feel better in that moment. Naomi's tree-like arms wrapped around the two smaller girls. Harry's sniffles subsided enough for her to talk and actually be understood.
"It was father. He threatened me and I talked back to him. He hit me again. I hate him so much." Lorna and Naomi shared a pitiful look together after seeing their best friend in this state.
"Aww baby, why? What was it about?" Naomi asked trying to get to the bottom of this incident so she knew how to make her little cinnamon bun better.
"Sam and Dean." Just as Harry uttered the words a strong cough came from behind the trio of girls. Speak of the devils, the Winchester brothers were there looking right at Harry.
Earlier that day.
Sam and Dean managed to find a little cottage on the outskirts of the village to rent while they stay at Pontbridge to complete a hunt. They were having breakfast in the kitchen. It had an old wooden table in the centre of the room and shelves scattered themselves all over the surrounding walls. In the middle was a white porcelain sink with a window above it which cascaded light around the minute room. The brothers sat directly opposite each other with only Sam's slurps of his coffee echoing through the comfortable silence. Dean's groggy mind drifted to Harry. He had never been so smitten with a girl like this before. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She was like an angle. It was embarrassing how he acted a fool around the little pixie of a girl.
"You are thinking about Harry, aren't you?" Sam's voice rang through Dean's empty head, awakening him from his magical daydream. The older brother's eyes enlarged as he processed what the sasquatch across from him said.
"No!" He growled, quick as a flash. A little too quick. Sam laughed and continues.
"I know you are thinking of her. You have been all lovey-dovey around her. Also, there's the fact that you are sitting there with a goofy smile on your smacker!" His laugh flew around the room taunting Dean.
"Let's just go to school." Dean muttered from under his flushed face.
To avoid confusion over their ages, both Winchesters agreed to walk to school instead of driving their beloved Impala. After a short five-minute walk, the boys arrived at the Catholic school which would be their home from home for the next month or so. They walked towards their form room only to see Harry crying. Dean's heart hurt so bad to see Harry upset that without thinking he quickly sped off towards the group of girls leaving Sam behind. They reached the girls and heard Harry say, "Sam and Dean". Sam raised an eyebrow and cough loudly. All heads whipped up towards him and he narrowed his piercing hazel eyes.
Present time.
Silence. All five people were awkwardly looking at each other in hopes of settling the situation. Naomi sighed and looked into Sam's brooding face.
"We can explain, just let me talk to Harry for a moment. Please don't jump to conclusions." Naomi pulled Harry to the side and put her hands on the dwarf's shoulders.
"The only way to settle this is to tell these guys the truth, Harry. I know you like Dean but if he was truly into you, he wouldn't care about your father's actions or judge you differently because of those actions. Trust me, my little Cinnamon bun. It will be okay." Harry sniffles and gives Naomi one last hug. They walk back to the group hand in hand. Sam's eyes flew to Lorna's neck as he noticed she was wearing a pentacle. Sam was intrigued to why Lorna was wearing a pentacle in a Catholic school! He immediately questioned her.
"Lorna… Are you wearing a Pentacle?" Her head shot down to her neck and she instantly shoved the necklace back into her shirt.
"Uh well… Okay, I am a Wiccan. The upward point of the star is representative of the spirit. The other four points all represent an element; earth, air, fire, and water. All these things contribute to life and are a part of each of us. It isn't devil worship I assure you. It's about being connected to the earth and the Goddess above. That's why I go to this school because my parents think I worship the devil. Apparently, 5 years in this hellhole is supposed to straighten me out. Idiots." Sam and Dean nodded with an understanding look on their faces. Lorna's angelic mouth let out a sigh of relief as they did not judge her. Harry and Naomi re-joined the circle and Naomi gave Harry's hand a final squeeze before letting go and launching into a deep explanation of the events that occurred. Harry's eyes found the paved floor while she listened to Naomi words. After those intense two minutes were over, Harry plucked up her courage and addressed Sam and Dean.
"I don't want you to feel sorry for me. I just thought you should know why we were talking about you. We knew you needed to hear the truth." That silence appeared again and expecting the worst Harry put her head down. Unexpectedly, large buff arms pulled her towards a firm chest. She looked up to see Dean. Realization hit her. Dean was hugging her. She relaxed and untensed her stiff shoulders. This felt so right. This feeling was the best feeling she ever experienced. He smelled so good. They parted and Harry's eyes stayed locked with Dean's. Lorna grabbed Harry's hand and snapped her out of the trance.
"Harry bean, let's get you to the toilet and clean you up." Harry nodded and let Lorna her lead her towards the toilets.
Then there were three. You could hear a pin drop. Naomi shuffled closer to Sam and said "We are both freakishly tall compared to the people we hang out with huh. Want to start a Sasquatch club? Just you and me… Bigfoot movies and popcorn. Sounds fun to me." Sam's eyebrow arched at the girl that was oddly close to him. Naomi's slender legs shuffled her a little closer and she whispered to him
"Imma CathoLICK your balls." He erupted with laughter and she skipped off towards the toilet giggling, eager to tell her girls that she just hit on the hottest guy in the school! Sam thought to himself, Naomi is my kind of girl and laughed a little more. **********************************************************************************
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