Warning: There is a pedo act in this chapter.

Another Lost Winchester

He had done it, he had saved the world from Voldemort; but there was a cost, his very soul. His brothers, Sam and Dean were going to kill him. He sighed softly. He had no choice right? Plus he had no idea he was a Winchester at the time. Maybe if he knew them, he would know they could beat the evil wizard but now…It was too late. What was worse the deal he made was with a creature Dean feared and hated the most.

*Flashback*

A messy black haired with bright green eyes sat on a swing set. His clothes were at least two sizes too big and were ripped in places. The boy looked to be about fifteen years in age.

The effeminate boy was crying. An older man approached him and sat on the swing next to him. His hair was dark and he had a goatee that was white on the tip.

"What if I told you I could make your troubles go away…hmm?"

The boy was surprised and suspicious of the man, "What do you mean?"

The man ran a hand through his hair and smiled, but the smile was more of a smirk, "Voldemort."

Harry stood up, grabbing his wand.

The man held up his hands, "I mean no harm, I just want to offer you a choice. I normally don't do deals, but for you I don't mind it. I'll get rid of him and you become mine when you turn eighteen, your mind, body, and soul; for the rest of your existence."

"H-how," Harry asked.

The old man smiled again, it was creepy, but Harry was intrigued if there was a way to beat Voldemort he needed to know.

"I am what you call a demon Harry."

Harry gasped and backed away.

"I told you I have no plans to hurt you, " he growled.

'At least not now' thought the demon.

Having the Winchester boy's brother for himself was too good to be true. Yes, he knew that the boy was a Winchester, he learned from Lilith herself, before she died.

The boy stepped forward, "If you can help me you have a deal."

"Alright then, we have to seal it with a kiss of course."

Harry nodded, he did not know why, bit it made since. He was a demon after all.

Harry planned to quickly give the demon a peck on the cheek, the demon grabbed Harry and pushed his tongue into the boy's mouth exploring it harshly. He pulled away biting at Harry's lip, which caused the boy to whimper softly.

Harry wiped away his bloody lip, and the demon licked his.

"Remember the name Alistair Harry, because I am your master in three years," Alistair laughed.

Harry could only nod, fearing his future.

*Flashback end*

Harry sighed softly his time was up. He watched his sleeping brothers, Dean who snored lightly and never believed it, and Sam who mumbled something softly in his sleep.

'Maybe we can…no I made my bed, now I gotta lie in it.'

Harry finished lacing up his shoes, grabbed his bag, and left shutting the door as quietly as possible.

A man about the age of twenty-five was behind him, "Hello Harry; ready to go? I changed my meat suite just for you."

"Yes Alistair," The man was beginning to shake, he didn't know half the pain Alistair had put Dean through, but he knew the rest of his existence was going to be hell.

Alistair drew Harry into an unforgiving kiss, "Come no Harry, as my mate it won't be too bad," He smirked.

With that both men disappeared.

Thirty-five minutes later the eldest brother woke up. Dean yawned and got up, noticing Harry, their little brother was gon;, he thought that Harry must have gone to get breakfast. But he noticed a note on the table so he picked it up. Within five second there was a loud pained cry coming from his lips, which woke the middle brother.

"What," he cried.

Dean handed the note over to his brother, whose knees buckled under him, only held up by his brother.

"We have to break t he deal," Dean said with determination. He was not letting some demon, especially that demon, own his littlest brother; over his dead body. They already lost Adam, they would not lose Harry too.

Sam could only cry and nod.