What A Tangled Web We Weave

Chapter 2

The three Winchesters got their things back in the Impala, while Dean called Bobby back to confirm that they would, in deed, take the hunt in Forks. Sam chose to lie in the back seat this time, wanting to get more sleep, after being so rudely awaken. Harry curled up against Dean and just felt the vibrations of his lover's humming to the Metallica song. It was going to be a long 13 hours to Washington (I map quested it! LOL).

Shifting in his spot to get more comfortable, Harry began to think about Edward. He hadn't really given it much thought to how hurt he was after Edward told him that he was having feelings for another person. He never thought about it, after meeting Dean and Sam; he wanted a new start and a new life, so he phased out his past. He let himself forget how Edward would hold him at night, how he would look at Harry like he was the only thing in this world. He forgot about Edward's family, who seemed to suddenly have no opinion when it came to their son and brother for the first time since meeting them. Harry thought at least they would care, but they seemed to forget about him way before he did the same.

Bella Swan was on his mind too. He did not stay to see if Edward got together with that girl, and he guessed he really did not want to know. He once loved Edward and so of course he wanted him to be happy, but there was a small-guilty part of him that wished he was miserable at the same time. While he was worried, nervous and anxious about the possibility of meeting his Ex., he felt that he could do it with Dean at his side. Looking up at Dean, he smiled, remembering how they first met. Dean was such a site...

Flashback

Harry sat in some no name bar in the middle of Montana, sipping his beer while trying to stay invisible as can be. He knew that the bartender was more than a little suspicious of him because he looked as thought he were twelve, but the ID he supplied was significant enough to let him in. He was not 21 years old, he was only 19, and a drop out of high school. Not that he would tell anybody that… to embarrassing.

The bell that hung above the door to the bar rang as new customers came in, not that Harry was too interested. It was about 5 minuets later when suddenly the only waitress in the bar came to his booth and handed him another beer.

"Hey, miss, I didn't order this. You must have gotten the wrong table." Harry said politely before turning back to his drink, thinking that the girl would leave after realizing her mistake.

"No, sir, I did not make a mistake. There is a gentleman at the bar who sent this to you." She said a grin in her voice.

Harry almost gave himself whiplash, because he turned around so fast to see who it was that gave that drink to him. He was gorgeous, better than any vampire could hope to look. Wearing a brown leather jacket, a black tight tee shirt and some faded out jeans. He had these muscles that you could practically see through the coat. He was staring at him with a look that could not be miss-interpreted at all; it was pure lust. Licking his lips and taking the beer that the waitress left on his table, he got up and moved towards the god that, for some reason, was interested in him.

"Hi," he said as he finally got up to him. Dean, even though sitting in the stool, was obviously very much taller than him; not that that was a surprise, seeing as he was malnourished most of his life, and not even Mrs. Weasley's or Esme's cooking had made him grow.

"Hi there," the man said in a sexy voice that Harry thought was like pure sex…..or, you know, chocolate.

"Thanks for the drink, it was sweet of you."

"Yeah, I notice that you were done, as all you did was play with the bottle for the last three minuets, which, by the way, was very hot."

Harry flushed and ducked his head, but chuckled anyway. He decided to hold out his hand in introduction.

"Harry Potter" and the guy clutched his hand with his own.

"Dean Winchester, pleasure."

"So, Dean Winchester, you obviously wanted to get me to come over and talk to you, what with the drink and all; what did you want to know?"

"I just wanted to see if you would like to sit with me, as I am lonely and you are lonely."

"How do you know I am lonely? I could be waiting for someone, you know?"

"No you weren't, and you know how I know?" Harry nodded his head, curious. "Because, you were hunched over, trying to make yourself invisible and when someone is waiting, they tend to look around for that person."

"So you are good at reading people?"

"I do OK" Dean replied.

Harry out right laughed, which was like music to Dean's ears; he knew immediately this was the one. For the next few hours they talked about anything and everything; though they did avoid the subjects of the supernatural.

End Flashback

Harry sighed at the memories, for as much as Dean was into him (and had confessed later that he knew that Harry was the one), he didn't go for the plunge until a year later. Harry still slapped Dean over the head whenever that was mentioned. It was a long year and Harry was very frustrated and about to give up all together. It was not until after Harry had this date with this really hot guy, when they were on a hunt in Missouri, that Dean finally got the guts to do something about it.

See, at the time, Dean was off interviewing some people on the other side of town and Sam was at the local library researching. Harry was doing his own interviewing and ended up meeting this guy, Jared, one of the victim's brothers. Jared had zeroed in on him and asked him out immediately. Harry, being frustrated with Dean, and have been alone for so long, said yes. After getting done his interviews and research, he went back to the motel and got ready for the date. He showered and dressed in his nicest black jeans and white, buttoned down dress shirt. Before he left he called Sam to tell him where he'd gone.

When Dean got back to the motel, around the same time as Sam, he asked where Harry was, and then Sam proceeded to tell him, albeit cautiously. After that, Dean freaked out and started to pace the room. He yelled at Sam for letting Harry go with some stranger. Sam then proceeded to yell right back that Dean had waited to long to make a move and that Harry was just tired of waiting. That shut Dean up pretty quick, and he sat on the bed with his head in his hands.

After Harry came home, looked like he was snogged five ways from Sunday, Dean took him in his arms, much to the wizard's confusion.

Taking Harry's face in his hands, he leaned down and captured the lips with his own. Harry let out a gasp, before taking his own hands and wrapping them around Dean's neck. It was the perfect kiss, and the first of many.