(A/N: Rated M for mature content and language.
Thank you all for the reviews, favorites and follows. I'm thrilled at the response. Surprised, but thrilled. Heh.
Warnings: MalexMale slash. Lil' bit o' smut. Language. Mentions of: Violence/blood.
Enjoy.)
Bobby tried to occupy himself with helping the Winchesters with their chores (refilling their ammo, cleaning weapons, etc.) but he was getting antsier with each quarter hour that passed and Harry still hadn't returned. By the time he figured Harry should've done his popping thing and been back an hour ago, he put down the sawed-off he was working on and went to see if Harry left a note with an address.
He had taught that wizard better than to run off without letting anyone know where he'd be. He breathed a silent sigh of relief when he saw a half-used stack of blue post-its on his desk; the top one had an address written on it in Harry's messy scrawl. He tore it from the stack and read it. Well shit. It was at least an hour's drive from here. He frowned, unsure what to do. Double shit.
To hell with this... "Sam!" he hollered.
"Yeah, Bobby?" Sam asked, walking into Bobby's library, feeling a little cautious. He hadn't said anything when Bobby walked off, figuring the older man had his fill of helping (or Dean's sulking). He stilled when he noticed Bobby's brows pinched with concern. "What's up?" he asked, immediately feeling it had to do with Harry. His eyes flicked down to the blue sticky note stuck to Bobby's index finger, looking at it curiously for a moment before giving Bobby his full attention again.
Bobby shoved the post-it at Sam, rubbing at his head through his cap and then scratching his chin through his beard. He huffed, feeling irritable; because he felt antsy and because he was gonna have to admit it aloud. "He shoulda' been back an hour ago," he finally said when Sam didn't seem to get why he was concerned. He didn't have to specify who he meant, thankfully, when Sam nodded his understanding.
"But, Bobby—" Sam looked from the note to the older Hunter, confused. "It takes at least an hour to get there. Let alone do what he's gotta do and get back."
Bobby shook his head, rubbing his hands over his face this time. Shit; how did he explain? At least it was Sam... Hopefully he'd only have to explain it once. "Harry doesn't always drive. He can sorta... pop places," he said, waving his hand around a little. Since he hadn't heard Harry's AMX* tearing up his driveway, he knew the wizard had popped off instead of driving.
Sam's face pinched in confusion, then in thought. "Like Cas?" he asked after a few beats.
Bobby grunted. "I s'pose that's the best way to put it. It's not exactly like Cas' thing since Harry can't go anywhere—there are some limits—but close enough. So..." he trailed off, letting Sam work out the rest. It didn't take long, god love 'im.
"Oh," Sam said. Then his eyes widened a little. "Oh! Does that mean something's happened?" he asked nervously.
If Bobby was right, and he had no doubts of it, Harry should have been back like a half hour ago, tops. Maybe sooner, since he had said it would be an 'easy' hunt. Bobby gave him a disgruntled sort of look and he couldn't help it; he snorted softly and shook his head a little. Apparently Harry shared the same sorta shit luck that followed him and Dean. Maybe a little worse, actually, if what Harry had told him earlier about his past was at all true (and he really didn't get the impression the guy had been lying).
"I don't know," Bobby said after a a few moments spent thinking. The fact that he didn't know was the biggest part of the problem. He tried to tell himself worrying was stupid. Pointless. But... he couldn't help it, apparently.
He was honestly unsure of what he should do... Did he run out like some fool on a rescue mission (that probably wasn't needed)? Or did he stay put and trust that Harry was competent enough to keep himself outta trouble? He knew Harry wasn't invincible (even if the ass acted like he was at times) and had, on more than one occasion, gotten himself seriously hurt. He fought the urge to fidget (or run outta the house and jump in his car) when the mental image of a bleeding Harry popped in his mind. He rubbed a palm into his forehead, as if that would get the image out of his head, and mentally cursed.
He was too damn old to fancy himself some sorta knight riding into a rescue... And Harry would probably be royally pissed at the implication he couldn't handle himself. If he wasn't half-dead, laying in a pool of blood somewhere, that was. He grunted with annoyance and fought the urge to crush something. He paced instead, fiddling with his cap brim for a few turns before he made himself stop.
"What do you think?" he asked Sam. Sam could be counted on to be practical and he wouldn't be thinking with anything but his brain, so that was a bonus. He cursed under his breath when he only got a sympathetic look of uncertainty.
Sam shrugged uncomfortably and shook his head. He didn't know enough to have any real opinion. But he could see Bobby was getting upset, even if he also looked like he was trying not to be (and probably trying to convince himself to chill the hell out).
"What should we do?" he asked, nervously, not at all liking the fact that Harry went alone and he was somewhere without back-up. Bobby could say Harry could handle himself all he wanted, but until he saw that first-hand he'd probably want to follow the wizard on his Hunts for awhile. For Bobby's sake, of course. Everybody could use a hand now and then; he'd seen more than his fair share of tough, competent Hunters taken down simply because they didn't have someone watching their back.
"Not much we can do 'cept drive there and make sure he ain't bleedin' somewhere," Bobby said gruffly and pushed past Sam. It wouldn't be the first time he'd come across Harry in such a state, even if he hoped he'd never see it again. He didn't wait to see if Sam would catch up or not, but he wasn't at all surprised when he did. He gathered a few things before heading down to his truck. He tossed Sam his phone, "Here. Use that GPS thing and get us directions."
Sam just nodded, sliding into the passenger seat before Bobby could drive off and leave him behind. He had the address tapped into the GPS, setting it near Bobby so the man could hear the directions, before they sped onto the main road from the drive-way. He snapped his seat belt on and hoped they didn't walk into a mess.
The ride was quiet and tense but both breathed a little easier when they finally pulled up in front of the address, the GPS making a happy little ding as Bobby slammed the shifter into Park. They sat and looked out the windows for a moment before they both subtly patted themselves, making sure they were armed.
Sam turned his head when he heard Bobby grunt, an annoyed sound that sounded rather out of place for why they were there. "What?" he asked quietly, turning away from his window to look at Bobby.
"That." Bobby pointed a finger towards the house next-door. They both just caught sight of the back of Harry's head and shoe as he went around the back of the building. If Harry was walkin', he wasn't hurt. He didn't know if he should be relieved or not, though. He got out, vaguely aware of Sam doing the same. He was tempted to grumble, having spent about an hour in the car for nothing it seemed, but it wasn't like Harry asked him to come. He paused as soon as he rounded the building, though. "Shit," he breathed, taking in the scene before him.
Harry wasn't hurt but he wasn't exactly fine either.
The wizard was circling some sort of black, shadowy looking thing. It would look humanoid for a moment before it sorta oozed into a different shape; it was hard to keep track of it as it dripped and morphed into things that could be anything from dragons to bears. It seemed to suck light into it and made both Hunters want to shudder with revulsion (and maybe a little fear). They both resisted the urge to rub at his eyes; it made his eyes and head hurt to look at it.
Was this the 'not-so-harmful' Boggart thing Harry had been describing? It looked very-much-harmful but he didn't know if Harry had down-played how dangerous it was. The urge to scoff was strong, but Bobby stifled the urge to make any sound; the last thing he (or Sam) needed was the thing shifting it's focus from Harry to them. If that was a Boggart, he knew there was fuck-all he (or Sam) could do to it.
Bobby inched closer, sensing Sam hanging back a little on his right side, and paused when the shadowy thing lunged towards Harry. It looked suspiciously like a massive, sharp fanged snake. It didn't make any noise as it darted and bobbed; the only noises came from Harry's feet in the grass and soft grunts of exertion when he moved. What the hell was that thing? He inhaled sharply when Harry stumbled, but the wizard righted himself just in time to make a slashing motion with his wand.
Sam watched just as intrigued, but probably for different reasons than Bobby. He had never seen anything like the dark, amorphous shape in front of the wizard. He hadn't ever seen someone move and fight like Harry, either.
He noticed Harry had his wand out, instead of a gun of some sort, and he didn't think he was even breathing as he watched a bright jet of light stream soundlessly from the end of it. The beam of light hit the shadowy thing (it looked like a snake) where its head seemed to be. There was an ungodly shrieking sound and he clapped his hands over his ears on instinct, but they still felt like they should be bleeding. Or stuffed full of cotton. Harry only winced and backed away half a step, his wand still raised and aimed at the blob that was looking more like an upright rhinoceros (or something big with a horn, anyway).
Sam blinked when he realized there was now a long, shiny, ornately decorated sword in the wizard's other hand. (When did he pull that out? And where the hell did it come from?) The wizard rushed forward with a battle cry and did a flipping-kick sorta move. The shadowy thing was apparently solid enough to slam into because when Harry brought the sword down in a smooth arc, there was a smacking sound when they collided. There was another shriek and he noticed Bobby was covering his ears as well. He grimaced when a piece of the shadowy thing separated and plopped off, landing on the ground with a gross, wet little splat sound.
Harry swung his sword again with one hand, while with the other he used his wand to blast the chunk on the ground with a Stupefy. It quivered once and then went still. Harry's attention immediately went back to the larger mass and he did a flipping-twirling kick this time, having to do a few since the shadowy thing was trying to retreat.
Holy shit, the guy was like a freakin' ninja!
Harry tried to tune out Bobby and Sam, knowing they were watching. He knew the moment they'd arrived: the Boggart hadn't been able to focus its shape. He was grateful for that, quite honestly; the distraction came at a truly fortunate timing. He could only hope they stayed back, though; they wouldn't be able to do anything to the Boggart (besides feed it). He had never seen one like this before and he hadn't been all that confident he could do anything to it. Stunners hadn't worked and he'd been unable to do anything else before it fled its cubby hole. All attempts at containing it, while on the run and loose, had failed.
He had truly feared it would wind up running amok, unable to be stopped or contained. In a last ditch act of desperation, he'd tried a strong Lumos Patronum (hoping the bright light from the Lumos would counteract the pitch and the happy thoughts from the Patronum would affect the doom and gloom aspect of the Boggart). He hadn't been sure it would work... until the Boggart had shrieked in agony. On a whim, he had pulled his sword from an enchanted pocked and used it as well, pleased to see it had an effect as well.
Harry darted forward and sliced another piece off of the shapeless Boggart with his sword, Stupefying the newly separated wriggling piece with a quick slash of his wand. It stopped moving, but he knew it wouldn't last long. He grimaced and tried to get close enough to get the entire thing stilled.
"Fuck," he muttered when the remaining chunk of Boggart made a sharp swoop to the left, trying to escape again. He brought his sword through it again, grinning triumphantly when he managed to slice the damn thing in half. He watched two more pieces of darkness plop wetly to the grass. He quickly stunned them before making sure each piece he had severed was no longer wriggling and still accounted for. The last thing he needed was to split the fucking thing and wind up have to deal with several instead of the one.
"Holy shit!" Sam said, walking towards Harry cautiously. He had waited until the wizard had handled the last piece of stuff, but he probably wouldn't have been able to restrain himself much longer, even if Harry hadn't been done. He glanced at Bobby and scowled a little when he noticed the older Hunter looking at Harry oddly. He turned back to the wizard and grimaced when Harry poked one of the shadowy pieces with his wand. It moved like a piece of stiff jello.
"What the hell was that?" he asked. He watched with interest as Harry waved his wand and a dark wood box, odd symbols and runes carved into each side, popped out of thin air. Another few swishes and waves and there were more boxes. He counted five and assumed there was one for each chunk of... whatever that was.
Harry looked over, grinning mischievously at Bobby and giving him a cheeky wink before focusing on Sam. "That was the Boggart. Stronger than I'd expected," he said with a careless shrug, levitating the weakly quivering, drooping bits into the boxes with a slightly wrinkled nose. Sliced and diced Boggart was probably one of the worse things he had ever smelled. He tried not to gag as the dark bits of Boggart slithered into the boxes, each making a wet sound as they settled. Ugh.
He hadn't expected to have to track the sodding thing down, either. He didn't even want to imagine what the damn thing could have done if it was able to just wander about (though, it had tried to keep to shadows, but still). He realized he must have been gone long enough to worry Bobby. Once his attention could wander, he aimed a gooey, warm smile at the older hunter and winked again when Bobby only scowled at him. He nearly snorted; he was completely fine and Bobby was only in a strop because Sam was there (and probably the only thing keeping Bobby from sticking both hands down his pants).
"Do you have salt on you?" he turned enough to ask Sam. He'd learned the hard way that salt was the only other thing magic couldn't conjure—too pure or some such rubbish. And, like the forgetful idiot he tended to be, he had run out of his own stash. He had to do better in remembering to keep his bottomless bag stocked.
Harry grinned when Sam nodded and pulled a large sack of salt from his backpack. "Always prepared, yeah? Brilliant," he said. He knelt and began to fill each box with salt, wiggling them to make sure it packed in properly. He wrinkled his nose and turned his head sharply when the acrid stink of sizzling Boggart drifted out of the box. Merlin and he thought it smelled horrible before! It stung his nose (thankfully, not literally) but he didn't stop.
"That was a Boggart?" Sam asked, gaping a little and watching the wizard tap the last of the salt into the last box. He blinked when each box snapped shut on their own, heavy iron bands coming from thin air and circling each box seven times. "Wow," he murmured, watching as they all shrunk down to the size of a pea, one by one.
Harry stood, vanishing the empty bag of salt with a flick of his wrist. "Yeah, that was a Boggart. Like I said, stronger than I expected it to be," he said, shrugging again. He wasn't surprised when he was pulled against Bobby's chest, but his breath rushed out in a harsh exhale when he was squeezed. "'M fine," he said quietly, rubbing his hands along Bobby's back in an effort to sooth and placate the older man. He reached up enough scritch his fingertips through Bobby's beard by his chin and smiled warmly.
"Not for lack of tryin'," Bobby grumbled. He slowly let Harry go, pleased to see his earlier panic had been completely premature. He shoulda known better... He shook his head a little and picked up one of the shrunken boxes, poking at it curiously and watching as it roll heavily in his palm. It was weird to feel something so tiny being so heavy (and kinda off balance, probably from the Boggart bits sliding around). "Now what?" He handed it over when Harry collected the others, rolling them around in his palm like dice as he looked off, his brow lightly wrinkled in thought.
Harry slowly looked down, staring at his open palm and studied the small boxes. Usually, he was able to stick them in another enchanted box and call it a job well done. But he worried that wouldn't be enough for this particular Boggart. "Not sure," he hummed. "I'll see if 'Mione can find a stronger containment spell."
He tucked the boxes into another pouch, hoping it would do until he could contact Hermione. He only hoped she hadn't fried another cell-phone... the Muggle devices didn't interact with magic well and she tended to forget that; one Accio (because she lost it) or a Reparo (because she dropped and broke it) shorted the damn things out. He didn't have the patience (or the time) to mess about with owl-post.
"Good idea," Bobby grunted. He'd been wondering how long it would take before Harry had to contact Hermione. He liked that witch; she was smart and tough as nails. Probably kept Harry alive more times than he could count, too. He turned to Sam, rolling his eyes at the naked look of curiosity on his face. "Friend of Harry's," he explained. "She probably reads more'n you," he added, chuckling when Sam's eyes went wide and his eyebrows shot up his forehead and into his shaggy hair. "Yup," he said with a snicker and picked up his pace to catch up with Harry.
Harry noticed Bobby's car. Ugh. He did not look forward to sitting in the enclosed space for over an hour but he was a bit too wiped to apparate again. He probably should've driven his own car, but he'd been in a hurry to get going. Oh well. He gave Bobby a side-long glance and let their hands brush together. "I didn't mean to worry you, but I was fine."
"I see that," Bobby said simply. "I woulda' called but you've been known to ignore it."
Harry shrugged, grinning. He either zapped the phones with magic (by accident), or he was ignoring the damn thing because he'd turned the thing to vibrate. And he rarely remembered the charge them. He did like the ease of the device, he just wasn't used to them just yet. Thankfully, Bobby didn't go on about it and chastise him for his forgetfulness or irresponsibility.
"I shut the ringer off. I learned that lesson the hard way," he said cheekily. Bobby paled a little and he leaned into him. He should've remembered it was only amusing to him. Well, now it was. He had not been amused at the time, when his damn phone went off mid-stalk of a werewolf, and he nearly got torn in two when the sound alerted the werewolf to his presence and he'd been momentarily distracted by the sound.
"Sorry," he said quietly, rubbing at Bobby's shoulder for a moment. "And besides," he said brightly, tracing a finger down the buttons of Bobby's worn flannel, "Now I can sit next to you and do naughty things while you drive." He snorted when Sam made an eep noise and flushed, quickly looking away and finding the tires fascinating. Oops. He almost forgot the Winchester brother was there. And close enough to overhear.
"Yeah, I don't think so," Bobby said shortly. Even if Sam wasn't going to be in with them, he refused to allow that sort of horseplay while driving. He preferred to keep all of his attention on whatever Harry was doing and he couldn't do that while driving (and making sure they didn't wind up wrapped around a tree).
"Call Hermione," he said, climbing into the car. He chuckled when Harry only rolled his eyes and scooted in only after Sam had slid in first.
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Bobby watched, his pants getting tighter, as Harry bent over. He didn't try to avoid looking. Or feel bad for doing so since Harry hadn't gotten hurt and showed off his impressive moves earlier. He idly wondered, his eyes following Harry's behind when he bent to sort magazines on a table, if Harry got a little extra fancy on purpose. It wasn't a secret that sorta thing got him all riled up. And he knew Harry knew he was there even before he saw him and Sam.
His eyes followed Harry's perky little ass is it went around the room. Harry bent. Harry vigorously wiped stuff down, making his body sway lightly in a (stupidly sexy) way that made him want to wrap his hands around those narrow hips. Harry crawled around on all fours getting things from under the furniture. And then Harry stretched to dust shelves, his not-quite tight t-shirt riding up and showing his toned stomach. And a peek of that sexy little happy trail that disappeared into the waistband of Harry's jeans. He didn't think watching someone clean could be erotic, but... well. It was Harry.
He closed his book, not even bothering to mark the page since he lost track of the words ages ago, and moved to stand behind Harry. He should probably feel creepy just standing there, staring and inhaling deeply. But he didn't and it didn't take long at all for Harry to know he had company. He figured it was because they were so attuned to each other since he'd come from behind and hadn't touched the wizard just yet.
Harry knew because he had been watching the older Hunter for the last 5 minutes. He was pretty good at multitasking, especially when it came to keeping an eye on a Bobby that getting was getting worked up. "Bobby," he said softly, wriggling his bum back into the older man's front a little.
He snickered when he heard a soft groan and felt Bobby pressing closer. He was wondering how long it was going to take for his blatant arse wiggles and bending over would get Bobby's attention. He didn't mind crawling around on his hands and knees, but he preferred to have sore knees for other reasons. He felt heat rush though him as Bobby's chest pressed against his back, making every place they were pressed close tingle, his skin heating and tightening pleasantly. He pressed back a little when hands settled on his hips.
"What's up?" Harry asked innocently, proud of himself when he didn't sound as breathless as he felt. He reached up to dust at a strange statue of some bleeding saint. It was rather detailed, too. Creepy. He turned his head a little, gladly looking away from the horrible little statue. He was turned just enough to see Bobby's eyes flutter closed and his tongue swipe along his bottom lip.
Bobby groaned softly again and dipped his head enough to bury his face in Harry's neck as he pressed his hips against Harry's ass. He nuzzled his wizard's neck, knowing how much Harry liked the tickle from his beard. He managed to keep from making any embarrassing noises that wanted to come out of his mouth when Harry made a sound of pleasure in the back of his throat and pressed back. It was damn hard, though. Harry wiggled again and he chuckled. Oh, his wizard knew very well what was up.
"This," he said lowly, circling and rolling his hips a little, rubbing himself against Harry. He felt himself twitch with interest when Harry moaned in that breathy, little gasping way he did that always went right to his dick and made his mouth water. Dammit, it was glorious how Harry could sometimes (OK, practically always) make him feel like he was a dirty old bastard. Harry's hips did that sexy rolling-circle move and he groaned, his hands tightening their hold on Harry's narrow hips. He didn't think he had the patience to go very far... not if Harry kept writhing and moving around like he was.
And they had the house to themselves for awhile—the Winchesters were out scamming people for money.
"C'mon," he said, pulling an unprotesting Harry to the sofa. As soon as the back of Harry's legs his the sofa, he fell back onto the cushions. Bobby quickly laid himself over the flushed wizard, covering him entirely, and proceeded to kiss his breath away. He grunted softly when he felt Harry's knees sliding up his legs and squeezing his hips, caging him in and pulling their bodies closer together. He loved when Harry did that, too.
Bobby's hand wandered down Harry's chest, slipping under the hem of his t-shirt as soon as he got to it. He managed to shift his weight to his other elbow so he could focus better on lightly pinching nipples and caressing the soft skin over Harry's ribs and abdomen. He made his own sound of pleasure as he felt the ripple of firm, strong muscles under his fingertips. He really could spend an embarrassingly long time just kissing on his wizard, but he was feeling a bit more anxious than that.
"Harry," he murmured. Harry's eyes had slipped closed and he suddenly found himself staring in those dilated green eyes that never failed to send his pulse skyrocketing. The urge to say thanks was strong but he just kept looking his fill, taking in the golden flecks amidst the emerald green and the widening pupils. He felt like a sap, but he could stare into Harry's eyes just about forever.
"Bobby," Harry said back, as evenly as he could. He smiled when the older Hunter just continued to stare for another moment and he brought him down for another kiss with a firm hand on the back of Bobby's neck. He knocked Bobby's cap off and wriggled his fingers in the greying hair, sighing softly. Yeah, Bobby could get him going in seconds flat but he could just lay there, pleasantly pinned under him, just kissing, for hours, too. Bobby seemed to get embarrassed sometimes that they can be so sappy, but he liked it. It was nice to temper the wild fucks with the occasional Hufflepuff moment; it made it feel like a real relationship that way.
"Are you gonna do anything?" he asked softly, his eyes flicking down briefly to settle on Bobby's lips. He rolled his hips upwards and chuckled when he heard a shaky intake of breath, released as a grunting moan, as their clothed erections ground together. He wriggled again and they both made soft sounds. He preferred if they got naked but it wasn't required. Not when the friction of their jeans would be enough, especially if Bobby kept up that press-and-rest routine he was currently.
"Yeah," Bobby grunted, leaning back down and shifting. He kissed Harry and slid a hand down his chest and abdomen to rest on the wizard's tenting jeans. He pressed down with just the right amount of pressure to have Harry arching into his palm and moaning softly. Even though they were alone in the house and and even though he enjoyed all those sexy noises Harry made, he couldn't help himself from smothering that sound with his own mouth. He groaned when teeth nipped at his bottom lip and shifted until he was settled between Harry's spread thighs instead of on top of them.
"Wanna do it here?" he asked, his voice low and gravely. He didn't feel like getting up and he was getting to the point walking would be awkward.
"Fuck yeah," Harry said, arching into Bobby encouragingly. He wasn't looking forward to moving and he could always clean the couch later... He slid his hands down the back of Bobby's jeans, firmly grabbing each arse cheek and squeezing gently. He was just about to Vanish their clothes when there was a strange fluttering noise and Bobby went completely still, two of his fingers half-way down his pants. He groaned, wriggling in an attempt to get those fingers brushing teasingly over the tip of his cock to go lower. "Bobby," he whined, rolling his hips again.
Why the hell had Bobby paused like that? He turned his head, following Bobby's gaze, and his brows creased in confusion. He didn't think they were expecting anyone and the brothers should be out for hours yet.
Bobby cursed softly when he saw the familiar silhouette in his living room. Did he have no good luck left?
"Goddammit, Cas!" He felt Harry stiffen slightly and he tried to cover the wizard as best he could with his own body. Not like the damn angel hadn't seen him, though. He was getting real sick of getting interrupted, but he should probably be grateful they, again, weren't caught in a more indecent state. (Though, at this point, he was starting to care less about that; it would serve any of those interrupting
bastards right for getting between him and lovin' on Harry.)
"I was told to alert you," Castiel said calmly. He cocked his head a little at the sight before him; it wasn't something he had expected to see. Or anything he had seen before. "I did not realize you partook in homosexual relations," he said to Bobby before looking at the smaller man curiously before looking back at Bobby, waiting for an answer.
The was no judgement in the angel's voice, mere curiosity (as far as Castiel showed he was curious, anyway). But it still made Harry snicker with badly contained humor and Bobby bristle with irritation.
"Whatever," Bobby growled softly. "What are you 'sposed to be alerting me 'bout?" He was tempted to snap his fingers or something to get the angel's attention off Harry. He wasn't exactly happy with the way Castiel kept giving his wizard that 'bug on a pin' sorta look, his dark brows drawn together slightly as he observed. He also wasn't happy about how the angel's blue eyes kept moving and settling on the various places their bodies were pressed together. At least he didn't have his hand down Harry's pants anymore. That almost seemed... wrong to do in front of an angel.
"Sam and Dean need your assistance," Castiel said. He went back to observing the way Bobby and the other man were touching. He didn't think it wise to ask if other men did the same thing. He was only curious about one man in particular and he was sure Bobby wouldn't answer him, either out of a sense of protection or lingering embarrassment.
Bobby groaned and eased himself up and off of Harry, helping Harry up as soon as he had his feet. Dammit. What the hell did those two get themselves into now? "With what?" he asked, shamelessly resituating himself in his jeans. Cas didn't appear to care (probably didn't even know he should be embarrassed) and he was feeling decidedly pinched, even if his boner was steadily leaving. Double dammit.
"I do not know. I was only told to see if you could offer your assistance," Castiel said. His eyes flicked over to the dark haired man standing slightly behind Bobby, "And you are Harry?" The man nodded. "Sam has requested your assistance, as well." He cocked his head again and studied the smaller man. "You are different," he said plainly. He didn't know how, though, and his brows drew together a little in confusion.
Harry simply nodded, unsure how to answer. Sure, he'd heard about an angel that hung around the Winchesters (mostly Dean) but he hadn't expected to ever meet the man. Being. Angel... whatever. He also sorta figured he'd already know everything, being an angel and all that... "I'm a wizard."
"Oh!" Castiel said, his eyebrows twitching a little. "Magic user, yes?" Harry nodded slowly and he couldn't help himself from stepping closer. He reached out a finger and touched the wizard's forehead. He yanked his hand back, startled by a tingly zapping sensation, his blue eyes wide. "I had not expected that." He looked at his tingling finger curiously, unsure how the wizard had been able to affect him. There was no pain but it was a curious sensation, nonetheless. He shook his finger and looked up at Harry with interest when the tingling did not go away immediately.
Harry smirked. "Maybe you should ask first before you go touching people and trying to poke into their minds, yeah?" He snorted when the angel merely nodded, his eyes still a little wide and alight with curiosity. He hadn't gotten any malevolent intentions but it had been a knee-jerk reaction to slam his Occlumency shields up the moment he saw the angel's hand move towards his forehead. He was actually a little surprised it affected the angel, honestly. He cocked his head a little when Castiel rubbed at his index finger with an odd look on his face.
"Where are the idjits?" Bobby asked gruffly, getting Castiel's attention. He didn't like the thought of wasting time. Or the look the angel was giving his wizard. That 'bug on a pin' look was back and he felt the urge to step in front of Harry, even if he couldn't do dick against an angel.
Castiel slowly looked away from the wizard. "They are not far. I can take you," he said, stepping closer again and raising his finger again. He frowned a little when both men stepped back a step. "It will be faster," he reasoned. He didn't like riding in cars, but he would if the men insisted. He wasn't going to force them, even if his way was faster. And safer.
Bobby looked at Harry. "That's fine, Cas. Harry can take us. Just tell us where."
"Oh. That is interesting," Castiel said, his voice actually tinged with interest. He nodded his acceptance when the wizard merely stared back at him. "Gather what you'll need, I'll wait until you're ready." He watched the couple leave, talking quietly to themselves. It didn't take long for them to return, both wearing packs on their backs. He gave them the address and watched as the wizard grabbed Bobby around the waist and they were gone with a swirl of light and air and a muffled pop sound. "Very interesting."
Bobby stumbled a bit when they landed. Fuck he hated doing that popping thing. He didn't think he'd ever get used to the sensation of getting shoved through a drinking straw. Maybe he shoulda let Cas do his angel thing; the boys never looked ready to hurl when they popped in. He nodded when Harry patted him, an apologetic look on his face. He'd be annoyed but Harry looked a little green himself. Before either could say a word, they heard the distinct sounds of a fight and they both turned towards it.
Bobby wanted to sigh when Harry cocked his head and was off a second later, speeding towards the fight. At least his wand was out, the damn idjit.
(A/N: *For those curious... Because old-school American muscle cars just sorta go with Supernatural... I decided Harry has a Saturn blue metallic 1968 AMC AMX... Yous should totally Google it. I wish I had one, all shiny and pretty, in my driveway.)