July 2nd-4th 1999
When you're with someone you love time becomes hazy. Days blend and everything boils down to snatches of conversations and moments of heat.
"Harry, meet my baby. Baby meet my Harry he's gonna go for a ride with us." Harry grinned at Dean.
"It's a car."
"My baby is not just a car Harry! She's a classic and you should show her some respect. If you're good maybe I'll let you drive."
Harry blushed, looked at his feet and mumbled.
"What?"
"I said I don't know how to drive."
Dean was shocked.
"How can you not know how? That's like not knowing how to fuck!"
"I think I've proven I'm pretty good at that. As for the driving I've never needed it back home."
Dean looked at Harry long and hard for a moment before letting out a long sigh.
"Alright get in, I'll show you how it works."
"BRAKE! No the other one! EYES ON THE ROAD!"
Dean couldn't look he covered his face before feeling the car come to a sudden halt. He looked at Harry. Harry looked back.
"I don't want to do this anymore. I'm too young to die."
Dean let out a long breath and nodded his agreement.
Harry laid out beneath him his skin almost ghostly against the black leather of his back seat. He moans and arches his body against Dean. They are parked off some deserted road and Dean knows its dark out despite not being able to see through the fog of their breath that coats every window. Beneath him Harry is covered by a fine sheen of sweat making him seem to glow.
Dean is surrounded by him. All his senses are overwhelmed. It smells of sex and heat along with an aroma that is uniquely Harry like fresh cut grass and sunshine. He feels Harry's hot skin like velvet under his fingers except where Dean finds the faint criss cross of scars. He wonders where they're from but before he can ask Harry gasps.
"Please Dean! Now! I'm ready just fuck me."
All thought is lost to the tight heat as he pushes in.
"So wait you've never been with a girl?" Dean asks walking with an arm thrown casually around Harry's waist. Harry looks surprised for a moment and turns to Dean before turning back to examine the various carnival rides as if he'd never seen one before.
"Well I dated one once. We were pretty serious actually everyone was sure we'd marry and have lots of red headed babies but it ended." Harry shrugged.
"Why?"
"She got pregnant."
"I thought you'd never had sex with a girl?"
"I haven't and therein lay the trouble. Her family was furious they were sure I'd taken advantage of her. Only Ron was reasonable about it"
"Ron? That tall red headed dude?"
"Yeah he's my best friend and her brother but he knew I hadn't slept with anyone and I think he suspected even then."
"What did he suspect?"
"That I like boys obviously. I imagine there were signs we'd shared a dorm room since we were eleven. Most of them weren't remotely surprised when I came out."
Dean was tempted to ask about the dorm room comment but he'd found in his time with Harry that the other boy was as reluctant to share as he was. He was more curious about the girl Harry almost married so he let it drop.
"So does that mean you're friends family is still mad at you?"
To his surprise Harry chuckled and shook his head.
"Oh no, they couldn't very well claim the baby was mine when he was black! Poor Ginny! I have to wonder how many guys she slept with since she knew she hadn't slept with me that she thought she'd be able to pass him off as mine."
"Aren't you mad? Sounds like she cheated on you a lot!"
Harry shook his head.
"No it was a complicated situation. I cared about Ginny but obviously I much prefer men. If she hadn't slept around we'd probably be engaged by now. Instead I'm here with you which I is far nicer."
"What about her? She's hot," Harry laughed as he looked toward the woman Dean was pointing at.
"Her hair looks like an animal is nesting in it and that hair color is not natural!" Dean snorted before scanning the crowd again. They'd been playing 'would you hit that' for several minutes now. Harry pointed to a tall ride operator.
"What about that guy Dean? He's pretty fit."
"Nah too tall, he'd tower over me!" Dean pointed to a curvy woman about five feet away from them. "Her. You can't complain about her hair and even if you like boys you gotta admit that's a rockin' body."
"Well yeah she's got a good body but-" Harry made a motion with his hand circling his own face. Dean snorted into his soda. Looking closer Harry was right definitely face ugly.
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"It's called a corn dog."
"A corn dog? This is considered food by your people?" Harry looked skeptical as he took the fried food from Dean.
"Totally it's good for you. It's a hot dog fried in batter."
Harry looked from the corn dog to Dean and back to the corn dog. A sly smile spread across his face.
"Did I ever tell you I was born without a gag reflex?"
"Wha-" Dean trailed off as Harry demonstrated.
Harry was on his knees in the funhouse mirror room. He suspected Dean must have bribed the guard because no one seemed to be coming through. He had Dean pushed up against a mirror. Dean's body was angled in such a way that with the help of the mirrors Harry could watch the effect his was having as he sucked Dean's member in and out of his mouth each time taking him deeper.
It was painfully sexy, the look of awe and ecstasy on Dean's face. The feel of Dean's fingers tangled tightly into Harry's hair guiding him gently up and down. Dean had been reduced to a nonverbal state as Harry pleasured him and was now only capable of breathy moans and the occasional muttered curse word. Harry began to bob his head faster and watched the mirror closely. He wanted to see Dean's face as he came.
"So you lived your whole life in England?"
"Well sort of my aunt and uncle lived in Surrey but I went to school in Scotland."
"Huh why Scotland?"
"My parents went there. When they died they left a trust to pay for my tuition and school things. What about you? Where are you from?"
"Well I guess at the beginning that'd be Kansas."
"Like in the Wizard of Oz?" Dean snorted.
"Yeah only you know not fictional but we've moved around a lot. I haven't been back since I was four."
"Why do you travel so much?"
"After my mom died Dad had to travel a lot for work so he brought me and Sammy, that's my kid brother, along for the ride."
"Was that cool? I never got to go anywhere before I started school and even then I wasn't allowed to leave during the school year so I never saw anything."
"Yeah I mean, it sucked cause we mostly lived in like motels and stuff and had to change schools a lot but yeah still cool. I mean not many people can say they've been to every state. Well I mean except Hawaii."
Harry watched in amusement as Dean built a fire. They'd driven out to wooded area not far from their motel after Harry admitted he'd never had a s'more. He'd had melted chocolate and roasted marshmallows but Dean insisted it was really a s'more unless cooked over a campfire.
Dean had parked the Impala close and turned up his radio to his favorite oldies rock station. Harry was blissful sitting in the easy summer heat while Dean rattled on about the finer points of camp fire food. Harry had only really ever camped with Ron and Hermione while Horcrux hunting which was hardly what Dean had in mind. Nothing could have compelled Harry to spend the night in a tent but here in the darkness with the gentle heat of the fire and Dean's easy commentary Harry wondered if this is what love felt like.
The familiar intro of one of Harry's favorite songs came onto the radio. Dean began to sing along
"On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair
Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air"
Harry joined in
"Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light
My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim
I had to stop for the night"
Dean cast Harry a smile and reached down for his hand. Harry moved closer and rested his head on Dean's shoulder. Singing softly along to the lyrics as he watched the flame flickered and listening to Dean's deeper voice crooning the familiar lyrics. The song finished and Dean turned his face to meet Harry's kissing him deeply. His mouth still tasted of chocolate.
"I think that should be our song. So whenever we hear it where ever we are we can remember this night and this fire."
"I'd like that," Dean replied before letting go a sigh "I'll miss you, you know, only one day left."
"I know, I'll miss you too but. . . I mean maybe we can figure something out."
Dean kissed him again.
"Maybe we can"
"Happy Fourth of July Harry!"
"Er. . .thanks? Happy Sunday."
"Harry, the Fourth of July is a holiday. It's our Independence day."
"Oh so you won your independence on the Fourth of July? That's cool."
"Well no we declared our independence. Also there's a badass movie about aliens"
"Oh well, that's good too."
"Yeah but anyway fireworks tonight."
"Wicked!"
Harry sat on a blanket that had been spread on a patch of grass looking up at the night sky. It was their last night together. He'd have to Apparate back to England first thing tomorrow. He wanted to tell Dean everything. He could Apparate back and forth no problem on weekends and probably some evenings but that would be impossible to explain with out Harry telling Dean about his magic.
It had only been a short time but Harry had never felt so strongly about another person. He didn't want him and Dean to end but he couldn't carry on without honesty. He felt guilty keeping so much in. He was pretty sure Dean cared about him as well from the way he talked and how sad he looked whenever they talked about Harry going home. He was still scared though given he was about to break several laws and Dean may not want anything to do with him after. Mustering every bit of Gryffindor courage he had available he turned to Dean.
"I have to tell you something." Dean turned to him and smiled warmly. Harry had planned to tell him everything but didn't get farther than "I'm a Wizard Dean" Before everything went to hell.
Harry had expected confusion, disbelief and skepticism. What he got was a look that reminded him strongly of the Dursley's, disgust and horror. Harry couldn't even process Dean's words over the sound of his own heart shattering. He tried to explain, mentioned his school and his parents but he was stumbling over his words and Dean's didn't seem to be listening.
"Get the fuck away from me. If I ever see you again I'll kill you, you demon worshipping freak."
Harry climbed clumsily to his feet and took off running. As soon as he was out of sight he apparated back to the motel and from there home to his flat in England where he collapsed to the floor sobs tearing through him. Freak. Dean thought he was a freak.
Dean was furious. This whole time he'd been fucking a witch and not even known it. He couldn't understand it why would Harry do that. It didn't make sense that his sweet charming Harry could be involved in human sacrifices and demon worship but he'd said it. Cleary it had just been an act to get closer to Dean to manipulate him. But why? And why tell Dean about it.
Thoughts were rushing through his head and as his anger cooled he couldn't get the look on Harry's face out of his mind. Harry hadn't looked upset at being found out or ashamed. He'd looked crushed and so hurt. He'd looked honestly confused when Dean accused him of being a demon worshipper and had he said something about a school?
Dean felt a sick sinking feeling in his stomach. He needed to know the truth, if there was a chance this was some kind of misunderstanding he needed to know. He didn't want his last memory of Harry to be that defeated look in his eyes, like his heart had just been ripped from his chest.
Dean jumped to his feet and raced to his car. Harry was on foot so Dean was sure to get back to the motel first. They could talk and Dean could get his answers. Dean watched the road as he drove hoping to see Harry but didn't. When Dean arrived at the motel he ran to the room for a brief moment he felt relieved because he'd beat Harry there but looking around the room he realized the truth. His bag was gone. The few possessions that had been strewn through the room in the last three days had vanished, leaving only Dean's things.
Harry was gone. Dean let out a scream of rage and hurled the lamp that sat on the bedside table into the wall watching it shatter.
Dean sat in the dark room until late into the night. Harry didn't come back and Dean knew he wasn't going to. He packed up is things and drove to meet his dad and Sam breaking every speed limit along the way. When his dad asked Dean told him he'd spent the weekend with a yoga instructor. His dad laughed and patted him on the back. Dean didn't mention Harry. John would want to hunt him.
Authors Notes: Oh that hurt me to write did it hurt to read. Poor Harry but its how it has too be. I've always been incredulous of stories where Dean is just like oh well that's okay when we know Dean never does that in the show. He always freaks even if he gets over it later. He's very much a shoot first ask questions later kinda dude but we still love him.
If you didn't recognize it Harry and Dean's Song is Hotel California by The Eagles. I don't think it's an outrageous choice given Deans well known fondness for Led Zepplin.
To answer your questions:
Alicia Spinet: No sorry this won't be Mpreg. I don't think Dean's heart could take the shock!
Shadowess 88: I liked your idea for a traditional Dean type meal and while I think the Bacon Cheeseburger is classic Dean I suspect Harry would probably have had one before. My logic stands thusly There are McDonalds in England and McDonalds has Bacon Cheeseburgers. The Dursley's were twats and would have definitely taken Dudley to McDonalds and probably allowed him to waive his tasty junk food in Harry's face. I think Harry would have hit that place up as soon as he was out from under their thumb.
Besides the Corn Dog was invented in the US and is one of our few native foods also you know slightly more chance for bad behavior there. ;)
Angelwarrior1: Sorry about the Errors I wrote most of the last chapter at like three Am when insomnia struck and only did a hasty read through. Sadly I don't have a beta I tend to not be patient enough for them and just want to post my chapters right away. I'll try and proof this one better.
Thanks to everyone for taking the time to review! It's your reviews that often inspire me to keep working! Next up we get to see what the boys get up too and how they deal with their heartbreak.
Review please and tell me what you think. I have low self esteem and need CONTANT VALIDATION. It's like Constant vigilance only more needy.
Also on a totally unrelated subject. Anybody else having issues with search? For some reason it just doesn't work for me anymore.
