Title: Not Our Sammy
Genre: Family/Friendship
Rating: T
Pairing: Past-Sam/Harry(romance) Dean/Harry(friendship) Ben and Lisa/Harry(Family/Friendship)
Chapter Name: Weekend At Bobby's
Summary: Dean is torn between his little brother who he has protected since forever and his best and only friend who has suffered more than anyone he knows. He wants everything to go back to normal, and Sam really wants to see Harry again, but Dean doesn't think he's ready. While working on a system that may work out Harry decides to leave the house for a weekend, and since Dean has become super protective of him, Harry doesn't have much of a choice as to where he goes. So, he's spending the weekend at Bobby's.
"Dean, I'll only be out for a few hours," Harry said, annoyance in his voice.
"No way Har," Dean said strictly without looking up from his newspaper.
"I haven't left the house in nearly a month Dean, a month!" Harry exclaimed.
"Don't exaggerate Harry. You've left the house plenty of times," Dean replied.
"Going to fetch the mail doesn't count as leaving the house," Harry countered.
"You've done more than get the mail Harry. You've taken Ben to school...gone shopping with Lisa...you've...uh...you've..." Dean coming to a blank.
"Exactly. Nothing. Dean, I'm bored, and I as much as I fancy Lisa's taste in décor I'm getting sick of seeing the same for walls 24/7. No offense Lisa," Harry said.
"None taken. He's right Dean. We can't keep Harry in the house like a caged animal," Lisa said.
"Thank you!" Harry exclaimed.
"We aren't treating him like a caged animal," Dean argued. "We're just keeping him safe. Complete difference."
"Dean, I get that you're worried about me. I also get that I've done things that don't rub you the right way at all, and those very same things are keeping you from trusting me from leaving the threshold, but come on! Can't I at least take Ben to the arcade or something?" Harry cried.
"No Harry, you can't. Do you know what can happen in that short time? I almost lost Sam when he was six because I went to an arcade for a few minutes of...'freedom'. Lesson learned. No arcade!" Dean declared slamming his paper on the counter.
"Merlin Dean! Where the bloody hell can I go that can make you happy and get me the hell outta here? !" Harry demanded.
"...Bobby's," Dean replied.
"That's practically the same," Harry muttered as he crossed his arms.
"Well tough. I've got something I need to do and if you don't want to stay here then Bobby's the only other choice you've got," Dean said as he stared down the wizard.
"Fine..." Harry agreed.
"Great. I'll drive you there," Dean said as he stood up.
"No. You said you had things to do and Bobby's is still a drives off. I'll be fine Dean. I'll even call to tell him to expect me. If I'm not there in usual time, feel free to hunt me down. Lets be honest, when you set your mind and effort to it, there is nothing that can hide from you. I'm no exception," Harry said.
Dean's lips thinned out into a fine line as he thought it over. He knew he was being a bit unreasonable. He knew himself what if felt like to be trapped and didn't like it. Being practically raised on the road, being inside for too long was really claustrophobic like. Besides...Harry wouldn't leave. He couldn't. He needed Dean. He needed to hear his voice at least once a day and visual contact weekly.
"Fine. But you aren't taking that bike of yours all the way out there," Dean sighed.
"Then what am I supposed to take?" Harry demanded.
"...Take the Impala," Dean said simply.
There was quiet all around the room. Three pairs of wide eyes locked on to Dean who was drinking his coffee. Feeling so many eyes on him Dean looked up and asked, "What?"
"You're...willing to let me...borrow the Impala!?" Harry asked shocked.
"Well...yeah. I've got my truck in the garage. Plus, my baby was built for the road. If anything happens, though it better not, my baby will keep you safe. Not only is she one hundred percent beauty but also one hundred percent muscle." Dean replied with a shrug.
"Um...okay then. I'll call Bobby and...Uh...head out...in the Impala..." Harry said as he got out of the chair slowly and got out of the room.
Ben and Lisa were still staring at him and he turned to look at them as he retook his mug of coffee in one hand and his paper in the other. Dean stared at them a bit longer and asked, "What?"
"Nothing," they both said in unison and left the kitchen as well.
Dean watched them all go before shaking his head and muttering, "I'm surrounded by weirdos."
Harry arrived at Bobby's Salvage Yard after a while. Shutting off the engine roar of the Impala, Harry went up to the door and knocked. Bobby opened the door with his infamous scowl of his when any of them do something idiotic, which Harry supposed he has done. Harry gave a nervous smile as he took the flask from Bobby and gave it back after taking a gulp of it down.
Stepping passed Bobby to enter the house Harry stood there for a moment, feeling very awkward.
"You gonna stand there all day like a idjit, boy?" Bobby gruffed out.
"S-suppose not...j-just, you know...w-waiting for it," Harry stuttered. For some reason Harry was nervous. Not in the scared kind of way. But more in the sense of that when a child disappoints their parent by doing something completely foolish.
"Waiting for what? Hearing me tell you what you already know? That you're a complete idjit for what you did and how stupid you were for not knowing how to pick up a damn phone to tell us you were even alive? I mean I know you were raised with minimal technology but I didn't think a phone was too advance'd for ya that you couldn't get to one!"
"I'm sorry sir," Harry muttered. Bobby reminded Harry of Remus at times. With the strictness and lectures. Even though he thought of Sirius as a father figure, Sirius was more of the fun dad, rather than the strict one. Bobby was the one that pointed out his flaws, but unlike his uncle, it was so Harry could learn from them, not to humiliate him. And because of that Harry felt ashamed for worrying the older hunter.
Before he could apologize again he was brought into a tight embrace. After pulling away Bobby glared at him and pointed a finger at his chest, "You ever do anythin' stupid like that again and I swear not even Merlin himself can save you from my wrath, boy."
"Yessir!" Harry bit his quivering lip to stop the tears. Feeling the love from different type of people, people who knew what real love was, what it really meant, who have actually lost it, and therefore know to treasure it, love him...it was amazing.
"Now...Dean called after you did. Explicit orders to not let you leave the house unchaperoned," Harry groaned, "But so long as you're back two hours before sundown no one's the wiser. You understand boy?"
Nodding, Harry exited the house again and climbed back into the Impala and headed into the town. First to get some food. Lisa's cooking was great, but Merlin did he need a double bacon cheese burger! After that he'd catch a movie at the cinema or something.
Dean drove up in his white truck to the temporary apartment Sam had been renting the last couple of weeks. Sam didn't want to be any farther from Harry than needed, and this was as close as Dean would allow. As he walked up to the door, Dean didn't even need to knock seeing as Sam had the door already open.
"Where's the Impala?" Sam asked as he walked into the kitchen behind Dean.
Taking out to beers and handing on to Sam, Dean said, "Harry has it."
"You let Harry drive? Dean how could you! ? He could drive off! He could crash! He could...he could..." Sam ranted in anger.
"He's on his way to Bobby's. He's been cooped up inside for weeks. He's getting restless, so I let him take a breather. Sides...I needed to talk to you and this way we know that he's safe with Bobby," Dean shrugged and took a sip of his beer.
Either Sam was too distracted himself by the news of Harry being far away again to not notice Dean's own tenseness, or Dean really was as convincing as he believed.
"He still needs to be supervised Dean! He OD'd for gods sake!" Sam cried.
"I know that Sam. But he couldn't be here anymore. If I didn't let him go on his own then he'd just up and leave on to who knows where with no intention on coming back any time soon," Dean said.
"Do you really think Bobby's not gonna let him leave the house?" Sam asked, finally mimicking his brother and taking a seat in one of the chairs.
"Of course I don't. But the thing here is trust, Sam. Harry has to trust me to let him go on his own, and I have to trust him to come back to me," Dean said simply.
"Back to you..." Sam whispered. "He always goes back to you doesn't he?" Sam abruptly stood up and caused the chair behind him to fall.
"Sam..." Dean tried to place a hand on Sam's shoulder but Sam furiously shoved his hand away.
"I get it! Okay? I get it! I messed up! I was a complete asshole and ruined everything I had with Harry! I...I ruined my chance at happiness...again...and now you're the one he trust most. You're the one Harry screams for when he's in danger or scared. Now you're Harry's world..." Sam said miserably.
Dean sighed and rubbed his eyes, beers long forgotten. "Sam...Okay, yes you've never messed up this big before. That's the understatement of the year. But now that case is closed. All the clues have been found, charges have been pressed, and the verdict has been delivered."
"Yeah...and now I'm serving my life sentence without Harry," Sam muttered as he leaned miserably against the counter with his arms crossed.
"That was not the point I was trying to make Sam," Dean said.
"Then what the hell is your point Dean?" Sam demanded.
"I want things to go back to normal Sam, but for god's sake this isn't just some 'I forgot our anniversary once' thing! Or flirting with someone else! You cheated on Harry with a demon! And you abused him! And even though he's traumatized, even though he's already faced so much freaking shit in his life that we don't even know about, and yet somehow he's keeping himself together! I want to help you fix the shitty situation you got yourself into Sam, because that's what I do! But I can only do that if you let me! Now are you gonna let me help you or not!?" Dean roared.
Sam was quiet for a while before he whispered, "I'm sorry Dean. I just...I miss him. I want to say sorry so bad...I...I just want to hold him and tell him that I love him until either I can't talk anymore or I've said it enough time to cover all the times I didn't say it before. I want to make it up to him for every wrong touch I've made him go through...but I just miss him...his voice...he doesn't have to love me back Dean...He...he just has to tell me that he's okay...if he does the nightmares will go away...I know they will..."
Dean sighed, "It's not going to be easy Sam. What you've done...it's not something that disappears right away. It's not something that's easily forgiven..."
Dean heard a muffled sob and saw Sam turn away from him, but heard a soft, "I know..."
"Okay...then...I have no idea how we got this visit started to negatively. I had actually come with good news," Dean said, finally remembering his beer, but thinking of Harry, Dean just puts it off to the side. Alcohol doesn't do what it used to for him.
"Really?" Sam asked as he returned to his seat after picking up his seat.
"Yeah. I talked to Harry and he's agreed to try to fix...this," Dean used his index finger point between Sam and the air.
"Really! ?" Sam asked excitedly.
"Yeah...but Sam?" Dean asked.
"Yeah?" Sam asked with a smile of his face, truly happy for a moment after almost over half a year of being miserable.
"Baby steps...like I've said. Shit like this don't disappear over night. We have to think about Harry in this okay. He's agreed to let me be in charge of this whole thing. If I'm not in charge of what goes on then this whole thing is off, understood?" Dean asked.
"Yeah yeah...so, uh...when can I see him?" Sam asked.
"Not yet Sam. Still too soon. Harry's barely being...normal and getting comfortable with things," Dean said.
"So what's baby step one?" Sam asked impatiently.
"One minute phone call. You'll call my cell, if Harry want to answer, he will. You'll be on speaker with me supervising the whole thing. You'll have exactly 60 seconds so make sure your first words get the point across without being overbearing. It's only step one after all," Dean explained the rules of his conditions.
"One minute!?" Sam exclaimed, "That's not enough Dean!"
Dean didn't seemed phased at all by his brother's upcoming anger. And simply replied with, "Sam, when you want to get over a phobia you don't just run at it like a mad man. You work your way up to it. Use this example. Being afraid of drowning. I wouldn't send Harry to a scuba diving trip on the first try. That'd be asking for an episode of crazy none of us are ready for. We would start with...a puddle."
"It's only 60 seconds...and he may not pick up at all. Or he might not answer me or say anything," Sam said miserably.
"I know that Sam. But we have to start somewhere. You just call and if he answers...just say hello. You know, basics," Dean said.
Sam was quiet for a long minute before he let out a breath through his nose and nodded stiffly. "Alright Dean...anything to fix this between me and Harry."
Harry was driving back from Bobby's house and was about half an hour away from Lisa's. Before leaving the wide empty road he had come so familiar with, Harry parked the Impala on the side of the dirt road and got out. Closing the door Harry leaned against the black car and looked up at the sky.
He wasn't good at astrology but he liked gazing at the stars. They made him think of Sirius. How he wanted to be free and how they had planned to buy a house out in the country where there would be millions of stars.
He had talked to Sam about it once, still wanting to have what he and his godfather talked about. But that dream, among others went ignored and forgotten. His cell phone rang and Harry looked at it and saw that it was Dean calling. He looked at the screen until it went off only for it to start up again. Sighing, Harry threw the phone into the car and went back to looking at the stars.
"He gets annoyed when you don't answer the device."
Harry didn't jump nor was he really surprised to see the angel next to him with the signature trench coat that could only belong to Cas.
"I know," was Harry's answer.
Neither of them said anything and just stood there for another ten minutes before Harry got into the Impala and headed to Lisa's again.
Parking in the drive way, Harry got out of the car and was about to head inside. The famous rumble of the Impala alerted the residents inside that Harry had arrived. Dean was out of the house in seconds. He looked at Harry, first relived, then annoyance, and as he tried to get closer to him, panic. Because as Dean got closer Harry stepped back. Eyes a bit wider than usual and some fear in them. Dean was about to call out to him but before he got the chance there was a loud 'crack' noise.
"HARRY!" Dean yelled.
Nothing but silence answered his cries.
