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Author's Note: This note has nothing to do with this story! But I'm Co-writing a story with Know-It-All-Hermione called A Change in Perspective it is a Harry Potter and Death Note Crossover. http://www .fanfiction .net/s /5898287/1/ A_Change_in_Perspective (just remove the spaces). Please review it and you can either ask me questions or Know it All. I'm actually co-writing a few stories. I've got a Hp Lucius/Harry (Molten Silver) another one Fenrir/Harry (Currently Unnamed) and a TrueBlood Hp Eric/Harry (Dead To Love) in the works so keep an eye out. Also I adopted a story from Branwen777 it's a Supernatural/Harry Potter story called: A Different Kind of Hero. Its in the works, she still has what she had done up on her profile so you can check it out. I will just be adding to what she's already got done, so hopefully I'll stay within her realm of plot. You can kinda keep up with the works by following me on Twitter. My name is the same as my pen name here. So I'll stop blabbing now and get to the story.

Warnings: This story is rated NC-17 for the following Mature content: Slash. Violence/Blood/Gore. Homosexual Relationships. Strong Language. Adult Situations. Mythological Content/ Folk Lore/ Religious Themes. Graphic Sex.

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter. No copyright infringement is intended.


Chase The Morning

Pairing: Dean Winchester & Harry Potter (main). Lucifer(Nick)/Harry (one-sided)

Rating: NC-17 (is there any higher?)

Chapter Four:

Dean pumped his shotgun and shot at yet another demon before turning the gun and hitting him with the butt of the gun. Sam was just a little bit of way, going through demons with Ruby's knife. Dean knocked them down, and Sam killed them. They weren't wasting time trying to torture information out of the lower level demon, just trying to make a big enough dent that a higher ranked demon would show it's ugly face.

Once the last demon was taken out, Sam wiped the blood off his face while Dean reloaded his shotgun.

"You just won't leave well enough alone will you?"

Sam and Dean both looked up, sure enough Lucifer was standing on the metal walkway. "You son of a bitch! Where's Harry?!" Dean growled.

Lucifer chuckled and vanished, only to reappear on the ground level. Dean's eyes narrowed in on Lucifer's left hand. Lucifer lifted his hand, uncurling his fingers, the necklace that Dean remembered Harry wearing the night they'd first met unfurled and hung from the devil's hand. It was a thin gold chain and on the end a small gold ball about the size of a marble hung, there were also thin gold wings.

"You'd be amazed if you saw him Dean." Lucifer said stepping towards the Winchesters. "He's just starting to show, he's glowing." Lucifer stopped only a few feet away and turned to look at Sam. "Have you seen him Sam? Do you find Harry attractive?"

Sam clenched his jaw. "Fuck off." Sam growled.

"You know, if you say yes to me, you'd get to touch him." Lucifer smirked.

Dean pumped his shotgun and aimed it at Lucifer. "I know rock salt won't kill you, but I have a feeling it'll hurt like a bitch." Dean said tilting the gun up to Lucifer's head.

Lucifer turned away from Sam and looked at Dean again, chuckling. "Do you know what you're having? A boy or a girl, Dean? Which do you want?" Lucifer asked. "I think a girl would end up looking like your mother or maybe she'd look like Harry's mother, Lily, a beautiful fiery red head with an attitude to match. She was a hunter you know as well as a witch." Lucifer vanished when Dean pulled the trigger, and reappeared back on the walk way above the Winchester's heads.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean snapped and Lucifer just chuckled, leaning on the railing.

"Touchy touchy." Lucifer said smirking. "Relax lover boy, Harry's fine, I haven't hurt him and your baby's fine. You want to know the best part. Is that Michael is just as concerned as you are about Harry. After all he is carrying Michael's next vessel. I mean, seeing as it's your blood that Michael needs to walk on Earth, your kid's got it." Lucifer tapped his fingers on his chin. "If only it were Sam that was hit with cupid's bow that night. This would be so much more fun. But you'll do just fine I guess Dean. I mean his life force will keep you alive for ages. The benefit of having an immortal lover."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

Lucifer acted surprised. "Oops. Did I say that out loud?" Lucifer smiled widely. "Do you mean to tell me your little angel friend is keeping things from you Dean? That must hurt, being betrayed like that by your friend, by Castiel." The devil clicked his tongue and dropped Harry's necklace. Dean raced forward and grabbed it before it could hit the ground. "I'll see you around friend."

Dean gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the necklace. "Dean?" Sam called softly. "He could just be making stuff up y'know. He is the devil after all. He lies."

Dean stormed from the factory, but stopped dead when he saw who was sitting inside his impala.

"Harry!" Dean ran to the car and yanked open the driver side door and knelt down. It was really Harry. Harry was asleep, his head resting against his left shoulder, his stomach swollen with pregnancy. Dean inhaled slowly and reached out, and put his hand on Harry's stomach, only to have it crumble away beneath his fingers. Soon Harry was, turning grey, cracking apart and crumbling and Dean couldn't do anything stop it.

"No!"


Dean woke with a start, sitting bolt upright, his scream cut off by his sudden gasp for air. He swung his legs over the side of his bed and leaned forward, resting his head in his hands and closed his eyes tightly. Dean relaxed a little and ran his fingers through his hair and looked up, only to find Sam starring at him.

"That's the seventh nightmare in four days Dean." Sam said tiredly. "What is going on with you? Talk to me, please."

Dean shook his head.

"It might help y'know. If you were to talk about it." Sam said leaning towards Dean, but the older Winchester just stood and went to the sink and splashed water on his face.

"Lucifer has entered your dreams."

Dean looked tiredly into the mirror, seeing Castiel in front of the locked motel room door. Sam stood when he realized the angel had come into the room.

"Thanks for pointing that out Captain Obvious." Dean growled and splashed his face again before grabbing the towel off the counter and drying his face and hands.

"He's taunting you, because you're getting to him. Hitting nerves I believe you call it." Castiel said.

"By why just Dean?" Sam asked and the angel looked at him.

"Really Sammy?" Dean snorted and rolled his eyes. "You're his meat suit, I doubt he wants you all fucked up because you can't sleep." Dean said running his fingers through his hair.

"Its true." Castiel added before Sam could protest.

"Hey Cas. I have a few questions I'd like to ask." Dean said turning to the angel fully. "If you lie to me, or don't tell me the whole truth, I will kick your ass."

Castiel sighed. "Then ask Dean." He said with a shrug.

"My kid, the one Harry's carrying, could he be Michael's vessel in the future?" Dean asked.

"Yes, anyone with your blood could be a vessel for Michael, though none will be as perfect as you." Castiel said.

Dean crossed his arms over his chest. "One more question. Lucifer told me in my dream, that Harry's immortal, is it true?"

The angel shifted somewhat nervously. "It's complicated." Castiel held up his hands when Dean opened his mouth to yell. "He is not immortal, he can be killed but it is not easy. He has died once, crossed over and entered heaven, but somehow he came back to life - without the help of any angels. Not many things can kill him. What can, I do not know, but nothing you have ever seen. It would have to be powerful."

Dean's brow furrowed. "Does Lucifer know what?" He asked.

"I do not know." Castiel said honestly.

"Lucifer also said that because me and Harry are linked, that I'll live forever too." Dean said.

"Its possible." Castiel answered. "Just like the bonded of some angels are immortal yet can choose to die and go to heaven. I do not know how it works. That is something only the arch angels know. Seeing as I am neither an arch angel or in the position to ask one, I do not know, and could not find out for you. I'm sorry Dean, Lucifer could be telling the truth about everything, wether it is the whole truth or not however is most unlikely."

Dean sighed heavily and sat back down on the edge of his bed.

"Why are you here anyways Cas?" Sam asked, giving his brother some time to think.

"I picked up a message from Gabriel." Castiel said and the brothers both looked at him. "It was only two words, very rapid. I believe he is helping us."

"Well what is it?" Dean asked.

"Lone star." Castiel said.

Sam and Dean exchanged glances. "What else do you remember about your dream Dean?"

"It was hot as fuck." Dean answered. "We were in some old factory, killing demons."

"Well lone star usually means Texas." Sam said with a shrug.

"Its only a eleven hour drive to Texas." Dean said.

"Wanna give it a shot?" Sam asked.

"I can't sleep." Dean muttered and Sam sighed.

"I will come to you again if I get anything else." Castiel said and vanished. Dean stretched as he stood again.

"This could just end up being a huge bust y'know." Sam said pulling a shirt over his head.

"Better than nothing." Dean replied.

"I'm just trying to figure out why Gabriel is helping us. He hates us." Sam said and Dean chuckled.

"He's got a crush on you." Dean said and Sam rolled his eyes.

"Jerk." Sam grumbled.

"Bitch." Dean replied quickly grabbing his back and taking it out to the car.


"Don't touch me!" Harry screamed, slapping the hand of the 'doctor' Lucifer had brought to check on him. He didn't care if the woman was a witch, he didn't trust her, and didn't want her pointing her wand at him.

"You need to be looked at Harry." Lucifer said and Harry glared at him.

"No. I don't trust her, or you." Harry hissed.

"You need to keep calm. To much stress could cause harm to your baby." The medi-witch said holding her hands up, and trying to calm Harry. She was a rather young, with caramel colored skin, with a full figure and a lot of curly brown hair in a milk-maid braid. Her eyes were a shocking violet color and she was dressed eccentrically - even for a witch trying to blend in as a muggle. He glared at her, but sank into his large arm chair. "There you go son. I promise I won't pick up my wand, nor will I give you any potions. Alright?" She said soothingly.

Harry still didn't like her, she was not his medi-wizard nor was she Madame Pomfrey, which Harry had planned to go during his pregnancy.

The witch came forward and took Harry's wrist to check his pulse, then began completely other physical parts of the examination which didn't require Harry to move.

"Well sir, from what I can tell you're in perfect health, as is your baby. But for me to know for sure I have to cast a few simple charms." She said.

Harry glared at her.

"You do know, if you're lying, I will kill you." Lucifer said and the witch looked at him.

"I know sir." She said firmly. "I'm honor bound, I could not willingly or knowingly harm a patient. I took a blood oath, as well as an unbreakable vow. Its part of the training." She slid her wand from the holster at her waist and turned to Harry. He eyed her warily, but didn't protest as she waved her wand, and said the incantations.

After a few minutes, a scroll popped into the air and she plucked it from it's floating position in front of Harry with ease and read it over quickly before handing it to Lucifer.

"You and your child are in perfect health, just like I thought. However I would suggest that you eat more, get more sleep and keep the stress levels to a minimum." The medi-witch said.

"That's easy for you to say." Harry snapped. "I'm being held against my will, and you aren't willing to do anything about it."

The witch ignored him and turned to Lucifer. "My payment?" She asked holding out her hand and Lucifer rolled his eyes and dropped a pouch in her hand. "Thank you for your business." She said and apparated.

Harry leaned back in his chair with a huff and glared at Lucifer as he read over the paper. "What's so interesting?" Harry finally asked.

"It says that you've had many broken bones healed. Several bones broken repeatedly, very similar injuries. How is that?" Lucifer asked, looking at Harry.

"Like you care you slimy bastard." Harry snapped.

"If I didn't care I wouldn't have asked." Lucifer said. "I take care of what is mine."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Fuck you." He hissed, almost slipping into Parsletongue.

Lucifer sighed. "I'll have Meg bring you something to eat." He announced.

"I don't like her." Harry growled.

"Get over it." Lucifer said and vanished.

Harry waited a few seconds before getting up quickly and heading to the window and threw back the curtains and looked down at the city below. He squinted in the sunlight and took a deep breath and concentrated.

After a few minutes he opened his eyes and smirked. A hole about the size of a golf ball had appeared in the window. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out the piece of paper he spelled to be invisible to anyone but himself and Dean. It had taken a long time to get the wandless magic to do what he wanted, but he was desperate.

Harry took a deep breath and blew, sending the paper flying. It would fly straight to Dean if he was close enough.

Harry released the spell on the window and the hole closed. A few seconds later Harry heard footsteps and turned around as the door opened and Meg stepped into the room.

"Hello brat." Meg hissed all but slamming the tray of food for Harry on the table.

"It's good to see you too bitch." Harry said with a pleasant smile. Meg growled at him and Harry just stared at her.

"I don't know what my father sees in you." Meg said darkly. "I hope he just gives up and carves you up."

"But then you'd miss me." Harry said and Meg clenched her hands into fists.

"Fuck you brat." She snapped and left, slamming the door.


Searching around Texas was a pain in the ass. Its not like the Winchesters were even sure Harry was being held in Texas, hell they only had two words for a 'clue' as to where Harry might be, if it was even valid.

"The demons might just be laying low." Sam suggested helpfully.

"Or they might not even be here." Dean said through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry Dean." Sam said.

"You keep saying that Sam, but it doesn't make me feel any better." Dean said. "We've only got three months left." Dean swallowed thickly. "I'm not letting my kid be born around that monster!" Dean clenched his fists and raised his hands over his head before turning around quickly, lashing out and punching a hole in the wall of the motel room.

"Dean, we're doing everything we can." Sam said looking at his brother with a frown. "You can't be so hard on yourself. This isn't your fault."

"But I wasn't there to protect Harry." Dean said.

"If you had been there, you might be dead right now. Lucifer would've probably killed you, if you had stayed." Sam said.

Dean's shoulders sagged slightly and he leaned against the wall and ran his hands over his face. "This is driving me insane Sammy." Dean admitted.

"I know." Sam said leaning back in his chair. "When's the last time you slept?" He asked, trying to change the subject.

"A while." Dean admitted. "I haven't really been all that worried about it."

"Why don't you try to grab a few hours of sleep." Sam suggested. "I'll go out and see if I can find anything." He added quickly as Dean started to protest. Dean took off his jacket and toed off his boots as he sat on the edge of his bed without a word. He didn't bother to take off his shirt or even his belt and flopped on his back with his head barely on the pillows. "I'll be back before nightfall. I'll pick up dinner while I'm out." He added getting up.

"Yeah." Dean said tiredly and ran his fingers through his hair. Sam went to the door, stopping long enough to look down at Dean's tired face. Sam frowned and left, pulling the set of keys for the impala that he had.

Sam had no idea what he was going to do. You can't just find the devil, he has to want to be found, and Lucifer didn't want to be found. Sam groaned and leaned against the hood of top of the impala, resting his head against the cold metal for a minute to think. They'd done the impossible plenty of times before but this just seemed- hell Sam didn't even know what this was.

Sam exhaled deeply and unlocked the car door and slid into the seat behind the wheel and started driving. He had no idea where he was going, he only knew that he had about nine hours before it started getting dark, so he had to think of something in nine hours to tell Dean.

Nine hours to figure out a miracle.


"You're really trying to get me angry aren't you?"

Harry looked up from his food, at Lucifer who just walked through the door into his room.

"Haven't I given you enough? Treated you well? I mean, I feed you, give you clothes. There's an amazing bed for you to sleep in, any thing you could ever want. Yet, you still try to send little messages to the bastard who was so eager to leave you in the middle of the night." Lucifer tossed the spelled ball of paper on the table in front of Harry, and the wizard's heart sank.

"How?" He asked brokenly.

"I'm Lucifer." The devil said in answer. "Your human magic is nothing against my powers. It's like parlor tricks compared to what I can do." Lucifer leaned on the table and Harry looked up at him. "Did you honestly think it would work?" Lucifer asked.

"No." Harry said softly and looked down at the table.

"Then why do you keep trying? You may be powerful Harry, but you're no match for me." Lucifer said moving behind Harry's chair. He put his hands on Harry's shoulders, then ran them up Harry's neck, forcing the wizard to tilt his head back and look at him. "I own you, body, mind and soul. You'll come to realize it soon enough." Lucifer leaned down and pressed his lips against Harry's.

Harry didn't fight the kiss, just let Lucifer's lips move over his, then the devil's tongue slide into his mouth. Harry closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists.

Eventually Lucifer pulled away, pausing long enough to swipe his tongue across Harry's lips. The devil reached down and put a hand against Harry stomach. "Soon after this baby is born, you'll be carrying my child." Lucifer promised darkly, and it made Harry sick. "You'll want it too. You'll come to see that I am who you really want."

Harry wrapped his arms around his stomach protectively and closed his eyes tightly as Lucifer left almost as quickly as he came. He knew he couldn't keep fighting Lucifer forever. He knew that the devil's generosity would wear out before long. So Harry had to either escape, or give in - and the hope of Harry being able to escape were looking slimmer and slimmer each day.


Sam Winchester could never remember a day in his life when Dean was sick. But today Dean could barely pull himself out of bed enough to get into the bathroom to throw up. It was very worrying.

"Dean?" Sam called knocking lightly on the door with this knuckles.

"Go away Sammy." Dean groaned from the other side of the door.

"What's going on Dean?" Sam asked through the door. He didn't really like talking to someone he couldn't see.

"Mind your business Sammy." Dean ordered through the door.

"Love sickness."

Sam turned around and looked at Castiel, only to see find the angel was battered and bloodied. "What the hell happened to you?"

"Angels." Castiel answered as Sam helped him into a chair. "They are taking out anyone who stands in their way."

Sam's brow furrowed. "What does that mean?"

"They are trying to find Harry. They believe I am working with Lucifer because I have fallen." Castiel said. The bathroom door opened and Dean leaned against the doorframe.

"So have they found anything yet?" Dean asked wiping his mouth.

"No, they are just as lost as we are." Castiel looked Dean over carefully. "How are you holding up?"

"Between the nightmares, cold sweats and shakes? I'm awesome." Dean answered sarcastically.

"You said something about love sickness?" Sam asked.

"Yes, it originally comes from a situation like Dean and Harry's. When one mate dies or is taken away, the other becomes ill and either passes away or in some way looses his or her mind. It is rare now because humans haven't been finding their soul mates as often, instead they just marry whoever they think is best." Castiel explained. "Its often seen in older couples, where one will die, and the other follows soon after."

"Is there a way to lessen the symptoms?" Sam asked.

"One." The angel answered solemnly.

"What is it?" Dean asked, though the feeling in his chest told him he wasn't going to like it.

"Take away your memories of Harry. You only have a few so even I should be able to do it. It'll slow the symptoms down enough so that you can concentrate. At first it'll simply be like having a cold, but it'll start coming back in flashes, and when you remember completely it'll be worse, if we don't get you and Harry together in that time, you won't recover." Castiel said.

"No." Dean answered. "I don't care how sick I get. I'm not giving up my memories."

Sam stared at his brother for a while then sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. 'We are so screwed.' He thought.

Dean ran his hand over his face and closed his eyes, trying to clear his head. "What are we gonna do?" He muttered to no one but at the same time to his brother and the angel.

"We should go see if Bobby has any ideas." Sam said sitting on the edge of his bed.

"What's Bobby gonna do?" Dean asked.

"Make up for the fact that you can't even see straight." Sam said. "No offense, but you aren't much help when you can't hold a gun or blade steady."

"I'll go with you. I need rest." Castiel said.

"Sammy, you're driving." Dean said.

"No duh." Sam answered.


End of Chapter Four

I was gonna add more, but decided against it. I'm trying really hard to keep this from getting cliche but it's getting kinda hard. Hopefully I'll figure it all out sooner rather than later.

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