Dean was waking up from what he felt was the most restful sleep he's had in weeks. The last time Dean had felt this restful was the last day he had seen Sammy and that had been about two weeks ago. Sammy, his little brother, had apparently had a nightmare during the night before, had woken up and had slid into Dean's bed to be enveloped by the strong, protective arms of his big brother.

"Dean? Are you awake?"

"Jesus! Sammy, are you ok? You're trembling. Come here."

"Thanks, Dean. I had another…"

"That's okay, Sammy. I'm here for ya. I won't let anything happen to you while I'm around. Just come to bed and sleep." Dean moves to the side to allow his brother into the bed. Dean instinctively wraps his arms around his huge, little brother. He inwardly chuckles thinking how his almost 6'0" 18 year old brother still needs 'protection' from nightmares, when Dean knows that Sammy has gone against more real and ferocious creatures of the dark. As the eldest of the two, Dean takes his protective, big brother role to the letter. No one will mess with his little Sammy. No one!

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy, what is it?"

"There's something I want to tell you. It's really important." Sammy was getting nervous and after practically raising the giant goofball himself, Dean took notice.

"Sammy, shhh, if it's really important it can wait 'til later. What you need right now is more sleep and rest. Whatever you need to tell me, we can talk about it later today and if you want, we can talk after Dad leaves on his hunt. So, shut up and go to sleep."

"Okay, Dean, but for sure, we'll talk later, right?"

"Yeah, Sammy, definitely!"

Later that morning, after Dean, Sammy and their Dad had had breakfast; Dean had gone out to get more supplies to replenish their stocks. Dean had not liked the idea of going out to get supplies, something was nagging him at the back of his head; he wanted to have that talk with Sammy more sooner than later, he didn't want to wait until his father left later that night.

Returning to the motel room, Dean quickly brought in the supplies to sort out and distribute between himself and his Dad. There was no Sammy in sight, but he found his dad sitting by the table with a bottle of Jack and a glass in his hand and not paying attention to the very angered face his dad had.

"Sir, I was wondering, after I sort out these supplies, if Sammy and I can go and have lunch alone. He wanted to talk to me about something and I'd told him we could do it later. Lunch would be a good time to talk. We'll bring you back something with enough time to help you load your truck before you leave."

"That won't be necessary, Dean."

"What won't be necessary, Sir?"

"It won't be necessary for you to have lunch and a talk with your brother, because that stupid, stubborn brother of yours left a few hours ago. He left to have his own life. He doesn't want to be a hunter like you and me. He wants to be 'Joe Normal'!" Dean's heart momentarily stopped, his body going cold and feeling very weak at the knees when he heard that Sammy had left. Sammy had left him. 'No, no, no! Sammy wouldn't do that. He wouldn't leave especially without saying good-bye.'

"What do you mean he left? Where would he go? Did he say anything worth saying, Dad?"

"Did you know, Dean?" Dean looked at his dad with a confused look. "Answer me, Dean! Did you know that he was planning to leave to go to college? He's known that he was accepted with a full ride to Stanford University for three months, Dean. He never mentioned anything to you or to me. I wouldn't have found out if I had not found this letter by his duffle bag. Do you think that's what he wanted to tell you? That he was going to leave his family in a few weeks."

'What were you thinking, Sammy?' Dean thought to himself.

"Well, I beat him to it. I told your brother to get out and never come back. He doesn't have a family anymore. After all that you've done for him, he doesn't deserve to have you as an older brother. He doesn't deserve to have you look after him and protect him."

Dean was angry. He was angry because his Sammy had left, but he was really angry at his father and how badly he handled the situation. Dean stopped what he was doing. He turned around picked up his duffel bag and headed towards the door.

"Dean, where the hell do you think you're going?"

Dean stopped at the door, but didn't turn to face his dad, "I'm going after Sammy. I'm going to get my little brother back! You had no right to tell him that he had no family. He still has me!" Dean walks out and slams the door behind him. Not caring what his father thought or said.

'Don't worry, Sammy, I'm coming for ya!'

Dean had not realized that he had fallen asleep again and woke up a little startled. Dean's good mood had disappeared thinking about Sammy and the way his father had treated him.

Dean was hoping that Sammy didn't think that Dean must hate him. He never could. Sammy was his everything. He would die for Sammy.

Dean felt that he was holding something. His hands roamed around and realized that the 'something' he was holding was a warm, hard body and he was holding on to the body in his arms like if his life depended on it. Dean froze. He doesn't remember bringing any woman home for a little fun in the sack, but the feeling of hot breath on his chest was soothing. The feelings coming from the embrace: 'feels so, so good and I really don't want to let go.'

Dean feels the person he's holding begins to stir and he opens his eyes to look down on his companion. What he saw was not something he'd thought he'd experience ever in his life. In his arms was no woman, but Harry Potter the wizard. The same wizard he held at bay with a shotgun and who had gone to bed in the cot he made from the room's table. What the hell was he doing in his bed?

Harry was waking up from the most wonderful sleep he's ever had in his entire life. Better than any 'Dreamless Sleep' potion he's ever had and not worrying about any of its addictive properties. He could sleep like this for the rest of his life.

Hmmm…Sleep. Is it wishful thinking to sleep the entire day away, but he knows that he can't. Not with the impending visit from Ginny and the Weasley's tomorrow afternoon and dealing with Dean. Dean somehow has to accept what is happening; Harry cannot continue to be on edge with Dean's trigger happy finger and he definitely doesn't want to lash out with his magic again. 'I need better control of my magic around Dean; I sure as hell do not want to send him to an early grave.'

Harry tried to move his body around in order to stretch his limbs, but he couldn't. There was something holding him down. Harry opened his eyes to see the source of his problem. His problem was not a something, it was someone: Dean! Great! The events from early this morning came rushing back to him. Helping Dean get more comfortable in his bed and he managed Harry into this nice bear hug. What was that phrase my Aunt Petunia used to say, 'No good deed goes unpunished…'

Harry looked up to see that Dean was looking down at him, wondering what was going on. 'I need to be very careful with what I do and say next.'

"Good morning, Dean! Sleep well? I sure did. It's obvious to you to see that I'm in your bed and there is a good explanation as to why I'm here and not on my cot. The quicker you release me from your arms the quicker I can stand up and walk back to my cot."

Instantly, Dean released Harry from the embrace and they both quickly got up with Dean standing on the side of the bed closest to the motel room's door and Harry on the side closer to the bathroom door. Dean looked around the room looking for his shotgun and noticed that it was on the side that Harry was on. Damn! He cursed himself.

"Care to explain why you were in bed with me just now?" There was no fear laced in Dean's question, but he was very curious and nervous at the same time.

Harry starts laughing. He can't help it. He's laughing so hard he had to sit down on the carpeted floor.

'The guy is nuts'. I ask a question and he starts laughing. Dean became cautious and decides to climb on his bed to get closer to the shotgun, just in case he needs it.

"Dude, really? What's so funny? And answer my goddamn question! Why were you in my bed?"

"Well, Dude, the reason I was in your bed was because of you. You pulled me into your bed early this morning."

"What! Come again? You're lying! I would never do that."

"No, I'm not lying and you did. Early this morning, I got up to go to the bathroom, when I came out I saw you slumped over on your bed with the shotgun on your lap. I couldn't go back to sleep knowing you were in an uncomfortable position. So, I took off your boots." Dean looks down to his feet and realizes that he was not wearing his boots. "Then I went ahead and carefully slid you down the bed to have you lay on your back and made sure that your pillows were okay before I walked away. I was turning around to walk towards the cot when you grabbed my arm. I tried to get you to release me a couple of times, but you just wouldn't let go. I must say that in your sleep, you are very strong. On my last attempt to have you loosen your hold on me, you pulled me down and…"

"And, what? What did I do?"

"Well, you pulled me down into a tight bear hug and you wouldn't let go. I tried to get away, but you wouldn't budge. I would have used my magic, but I really didn't want to risk you waking up and go all 'caveman' on me again. After a while, I just stopped struggling and went to sleep. And that's how you found me, us, in bed this morning. Anything, else you want to know?"

"No, not really. Except, you didn't do anything funny to me while I slept, did you?"

Harry face turned serious and looked at Dean for a minute. Dean was squirming at the silence and the look from Harry and then he started laughing again.

"No, I didn't molest you. As you can see, you're still wearing your clothes. But if you're disappointed in me not molesting you, I can change that if you like, and I won't use my hands to do that, instead I'll use my magic and my wand. Would you like that?"

Dean didn't have a chance to verbally answer, because his loud, angry, hungry stomach answered for him. His stomach grumbled so loud that Harry started laughing again.

"I hear someone is hungry. So am I." Harry performs a tempus charm to know that it's 10:36am. "It's a little past 10:30am, what do you say about getting some breakfast. I could really go for some pancakes drowned in syrup and bacon or sausage or both. Yes, both! Lots of bacon and sausage. Some eggs and some hash brown. But, bacon and sausage is a must! Come on, Dean, what do you say? Let's go for it!"

Dean mouth waters at the mention of food and he could go for some pancakes or maybe some waffles, but the thought of bacon and sausage got him hooked for breakfast. Dean has never met anyone with a similar obsession with bacon and sausage like his and there was a wizard standing right before him that had it. Maybe wizards are still human. Maybe breakfast is not a bad idea after all. Possibly, Dean can get a chance to call Bobby and ask him about Wizards and Witches born with their magic and that are from a secret society overseas. But, first things first, he needed to clean up before heading out.

"Okay, Harry, breakfast sounds like a good idea, but I would like to clean up first and maybe you should too." And that's how Dean started to feel more comfortable with Harry and it had all to do with bacon and sausage.

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It was nearing 7pm, when Fleur decided to floo to the Burrow to meet Bill as he had requested. As she's exiting, she sees Ginny walking in to the living room. "Fleur, how are you? Isn't this a surprise? To what do we owe your visit?"

"Bill, asked me to meet him here at 7pm and with your questioning, I assume that Bill is not here then."

"Yeah, he's not here. But, come to the kitchen, I'm helping Mom with dinner. Where's little Victoire?"

"Victoire is with mon Pere et Mere for the week. They thought it would be best for her to spend time with them and Gabrielle until after the wedding. We are going to be very busy this weekend; with you marrying Harry Potter on Saturday." Fleur could not help but avoid looking into Ginny's eyes while she talked about a wedding that was not going to happen. "Let's go the kitchen, maybe I can help your Mom while I'm here."

Ginny leads Fleur through the kitchen door. "Ginny, who flooed in? Was that your Father or Ron?"

"No, Mom, it was Fleur. She's meeting Bill here this evening. I told her we were in the kitchen preparing tonight's dinner."

"Fleur, sweetheart, what are you doing here? It's good to see you, though. Actually, I was going to fire call you later tonight and have you come in tomorrow for one final fitting for your dress. These next few days are going to be eventful. Maybe you and Bill will stay for dinner and I can get the final fitting tonight instead. Where's Victoire? I could do with a final fitting on her flower girl dress. She is going to look beautiful on Saturday. Teddy was here this afternoon with Andy and he just looked adorable in his dress robes." There was no question made by either Ginny or Harry that Teddy and Victoire were chosen as Ring Bearer and Flower Girl, respectively. Harry wanted his Godson to be part of his wedding and Ginny wanted her first niece, the second female Weasley to be born in the family, to be in it as well. They were going to look great together when they take their pictures.

Molly Weasley's attitude towards Fleur had definitely changed, for the better of course, after the first battle of Hogwarts. Bill was left scarred from Fenrir Greyback's attack. When Fleur still professed her love and wanted to marry Bill after he was disfigured. Molly knew that this was the woman for Bill to marry and gave her blessing. After 4 years of marriage, they now had a two year old daughter that was spoiled by all her uncles and aunts on both sides of the families.

"No, Molly, I'm sorry. Victoire is with my mother and father this week, while I focus with on the wedding. As to why I'm here, Bill asked me to meet him here. Ginny mentioned that you were preparing dinner, can I help you with any of the preparations?"

"No, don't you worry about it. Everything is practically done. It will be done by shortly and hopefully we can convince you and Bill to stay for dinner. I will insist. While I have time to spare, let's get the final fitting done, shall we?"

For the next twenty minutes, Molly spent her time making final adjustments here and there to the dress. Asking Fleur questions here and there and if certain areas of the dress didn't feel too tight or too loose. If it wasn't too long that she wouldn't trip walking down the aisle. In the end, Molly was satisfied and Fleur went to change out of the dress into the clothes she had worn when she first arrived. She is walking to the kitchen when she sees the fireplace roar to life and moments later the figure of Arthur Weasley walking through.

"Hello Arthur! It is good to see you." Fleur walks over to greet her father-in-law.

"Well, Fleur this is a surprise. What are you doing here and did you bring my beautiful granddaughter with you? No, not today, Arthur. I'm waiting for Bill. He said to meet him here."

"Oh, I see. Is everything good with you two?" Arthur was giving a concern look to Fleur.

"Yes, everything is fine. No worries. What about you? Nervous about this weekend?"

"Nervous and excited I suppose." At that moment, Bill walks in through the front door. "Bill, it's good to see you. Fleur was just telling me that you were coming to meet her here and without my granddaughter."

"Hello, Dad, how are you doing? I asked Fleur to meet me here because I wanted to have a few words with you and Mom." Bill walks over to greet his wife. "Hello, sweetheart, how was the rest of your day?"

"I'll be in the kitchen, Son. I bet your Mother is there. You both will stay for dinner, right?" Arthur questioned from the kitchen door. "Yes, Dad, we'll stay for dinner."

"It went well, Love. Spent some time in the garden, cleaned the cottage and spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying the quiet of the meadows."

"Well, that's good to hear. Now, let's go find my Mom and Dad and have this chat, shall we?"

Fleur only nods and accompanies her husband into the kitchen where they find Arthur, Molly and Ginny. They are both noticed by Molly and asks them to join them at the table. Dinner has been served and there were two place settings, one for each of them.

"Bill, you're finally here. Fleur said you were coming and you're just in time for dinner. Have a seat you two and let's enjoy the meal."

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It was the longest fifteen minutes Dean has ever felt to get ready and go to breakfast. Neither of the two made a move to the bathroom and weren't really sure how to proceed and the silence was annoying. They were standing there with their heads down finding the carpet far more interesting. One of them had to say something, anything and soon!

"Dean?"

Dean perked up. Okay here goes nothing.

"Why don't you go use the bathroom first. This is your room and it should be you to use it before I do. I can wait." Harry could wait, but he really didn't need to use the bathroom other than for a 'quick' release. He was going to perform some cleansing charms on himself and transfigure his clothes into something more light and suitable to blend in with the New Orleans crowd and weather.

"Okay, I'll just be a few." Each tried to head in the opposite direction they wanted to go, but ended up dancing their way to blocking each other's pathway. When Dean went right, Harry went left and when Harry moved to the right, Dean moved to the left. Their movements eerily mirrored each other until Harry decided to stay still and allowed Dean to move around him. Harry walked over to cot and looked under it to find the clothes he had taken off before going to bed. Harry turned around to see Dean go into bathroom and noticed that Dean was beginning to close the door.

Before the door was completely closed, Harry shouted to Dean, "Don't close the door or we will have a repeat of the pain from before."

"What?" Dean shouts as he wildly opens the door.

"I said, 'don't close the door…'"

"I know what you said. I'm just having a hard time accepting all this soul bonding non-sense. If I can't close the door, how else am I to y'know, 'go'?

"Go where?"

"How else am I supposed to shower and take a dump and all the other stuff I do in the bathroom?"

"That is too much information for this morning! I don't know, but we'll figure it out." Harry thought about Dean's question for a while. How were they supposed to do all those things and then some. The soul bonding was going to be a pain in the ass and with Dean's short fuse, it will more likely be Harry's ass.

"Just do what you need to do with the door open. I'll be right here by the cot." While Harry waits for Dean to do whatever he's doing, Harry begins transfiguring his clothes to khaki pants and an emerald polo with loafers. Something similar to what some of the college kids were wearing the previous night. The style was comfortable, light and would help him blend in with the young crowd of the area.

"Are you done in there, yet? I want breakfast, not dinner!"

"Dude, hold your horses and chill. I'm doing as much as I can over here with the door open. Just stay where you are and don't even think of coming over here. I don't want you perving all over me while I'm uhhh…just stay there, alright? I'm almost done here!"

"I'm not a perv' because I don't want to know or see what you are doing in there."

"Well, that's good to know." Dean stated as he finally walks out of the bathroom looking a little more refreshed. "What the hell are you wearing? There's no way in hell you are walking out of this room looking like that."

"What is wrong with the way I look? I saw similar outfits last night at the bar and I thought it looked good."

"Well, if your definition of good is looking like a college douche, go ahead. Besides, from where did you get those clothes?"

"I transfigured them. Same way I transfigured the table to a cot." Which instantly reminded Harry to change the cot back to a table? "Can't walk out of this room with that still here and the table gone."

"Is there any way you could change your 'pants' into jeans similar to mine and your" he gets a pained look when he sees the loafers, "loafers to boots or something?" He rummages through his duffle bag looking for clothes for himself and sets them aside. He continues to look through it when he sees an old Def Leppard T-shirt. "Here, wear this instead of that god awful polo shirt. You'll pass for a much cooler human than a douche bag."

"Y'know? There was nothing wrong with what I was wearing earlier. Just because my taste in clothes does not match yours doesn't give you the right to make fun of mine. Is this shirt clean?" Harry takes a sniff off the shirt and performs a cleansing charm, just in case and while Dean is not looking performs another one on the clothes he had laid aside.

"Well, it wasn't your taste in clothes I was making fun of it was whoever's you had seen from last night and if you are going to be seen in public with me, then you will look as cool as I am and not like some preppy, yuppie that doesn't know how to dress but in the clothes his momma picked out for him."

Harry had not paid attention to Dean while they were arguing, because the next thing he knows, Dean has changed out of his previous day clothing and is now wearing some dark blue jeans with a black t-shirt with an AC/DC logo on the front with a lightning bolt in the middle.

"Well, are you ready to go bitch, 'cause I'm starving." Dean gives Harry one final once over and approves. 'That's more like it!'

"Don't be such a git! I'm ready to go."

"Good! Lead the way princess!"

"No, you will have to lead. I have no idea where to find food. I will have to trust you to show me the way."

"Well, there's a diner two blocks from here that we could walk to or we could drive around until we see something we both like."

"Consider what I might eat, let's walk. It will do good for us when we return."

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"That was a very good meal, mom!" Bill praised his mom. "Yes, very good dinner indeed, Molly. I must have the recipe." Fleur added and turns towards Bill. "Bill, why don't you and your parents go to the living room and talk while I clean up here and the kitchen."

"That's a good idea Fleur. Thanks." Bill says while kissing his wife. "Mom and Dad, I wanted to have a few words with you and inform you of my reason for coming here tonight."

Arthur looks at his wife and waits for confirmation; Molly nods to signify that it's okay with her. "Okay, son, let's go to the living room and have this talk. Shall we?"

As Bill is walking to the living room, he is thinking of how much to tell his parents tonight. Should he tell them everything, from the soul bonding that Harry has started, meaning that there will be no wedding this Saturday or just let them know that there will be a family meeting tomorrow.

"Mom and Dad, I'm going to be straight forward and tell you that I've gone to all my brothers and told them that tomorrow morning we are going to have a family breakfast and afterwards a family meeting. Some things have come up that need to be addressed before Saturday. I would like to tell you everything I know so far, but I really don't want to repeat myself all the time. I just want you to trust me and let you know that I have the family's best interest at heart."

Unbeknownst to Bill, Ginny had been eaves dropping the entire time, "Bill, what's so important that you can't say it right now? And when were you planning in telling me about this 'family' meeting?"

Damn! Bill was not expecting Ginny to be around to hear this conversation. He's glad he didn't mention anything more than what he had already said. He was about to respond to Ginny, when his father stepped in.

"Ginny, whatever your brother wants to tell us, it will have to wait until tomorrow. He's gone out of his way to let all your brothers know and we will just have to be patient about it. I'll assume that after talking to us tonight, he or I was going to tell you. Bill, just let us know what time to expect everyone tomorrow and we will be there to support you. As a family should."

"Well, I've told everyone that breakfast would be at 9am and don't worry Mom, Fleur and I will be here much earlier to help you in the kitchen. Well, Fleur most likely. I've also have asked Ron to bring Hermione, as she is practically a member of the family too."

"That's good dear, 9am sounds perfect and gives me plenty of time to cook enough breakfast for everyone. I can't wait. All Weasleys under one roof at the same time. It's going to be a mad house, just like when all of you were younger and going to Hogwarts. Well, if you'll excuse me, I'll go see how Fleur is doing in the kitchen and I'll send her out. Tomorrow is going to be a very busy morning!"

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They had not walked more than a block when Dean noticed a phone booth. He has a chance to call Bobby and ask him some questions that he desperately needs answered. "Well, if you don't mind, before we continue on walking to the diner, I want to make a call. I'll try to make it quick and then we can go to enjoy some delicious food."

Harry watches as Dean walks into the phone booth and closes the panel for some privacy. Oddly enough, there was no pain surging through their bodies. Although, there is now a physical barrier between the two, they can still see each other. Harry looks around and sees that there is a bench no more than ten feet away and decides to sit there while he waits for Dean to make his phone call.

As Dean watches Harry walk away to sit at a bench, he pulls out his cell phone from his pocket. He had no intention of using the actual pay phone, he only wanted to use the booth for the privacy of some of the questions he was going to ask Bobby. He begins to dial Bobby's number and after three rings he hears a gruff, "'Lo?" There was a long pause, "'Lo? Is anyone there? Listen dumbass, I have no time for silly games. If you wanna talk, talk! If not, hang up and don't call here again!"

Bobby was about to hang up when he hears, "Hey, Bobby! It's me Dean!"

"Dean, my boy! How the hell are ya? You've been missing for two weeks and you're Daddy was here for a couple of days all worried to shits about ya!"

"My dad was there? What did he say?"

"Well, he told me about Sam leaving and you going after him. But I had a feeling that was not all the truth. So, I threatened to shoot him full of buck shot if he didn't make it right with you two. And he ain't allowed back here until you're both with him and he's been forgiven by you two!"

There was another long pause between the two and they had no idea into what direction the conversation should go. Bobby felt the awkwardness and wanted to assure Dean that everything was going to be alright.

"Dean, I may not be your Pa' but I see you and Sam as my own and I will help you in any which way I can, but tell me where you're at and let me know that you're okay. I've been worried about you. It's been two weeks since anyone has heard from ya and we were beginning to think the worse."

"Don't worry about me, Bobby. It will take a hell of a lot to get me down. You can thank dad for that. I'm his perfect little soldier." His last statement sounded to bitter for his taste. "I'm okay. I'm in New Orleans at the moment and was thinking about stopping by next week, maybe Monday or Tuesday? I'm not exactly in trouble, but I've kind of gotten myself in a mess."

"What is it Dean? D'ya need me to go down to New Orleans? I could be there by Saturday night at the latest, if I leave now." Dean felt emotions stir within him. He knew that Bobby cared for him and Sammy, but for Bobby to willingly drop whatever he's doing to help him out; it meant a lot to Dean. "No. You don't need to Bobby and thanks for offering. But I want to know if you have any information on natural born magic users known as Wizards and Witches from a secret Wizarding society overseas."

Dean can hear Bobby stumble his words over the phone and has a feeling that Bobby might know more about Wizards and Witches.

"Don't hold back on me, Bobby. Please tell me whatever you know."

"Dean, is not as easy to explain as I would like. There are so many secrets and history involved that everything can't be said over the phone. I will tell you enough now, but the majority will have to be said when you're here next week. How did you find out about them, Dean?"

"I was at a bar on Bourbon Street when a group of them came in and one of them bought me a beer. I tried to ignore them, but insisted on talking to me. I ended up taking one of them back with me to the motel room and noticed the sigils on the wall, which by the way, they were recognized as runes from the wizarding world. A few questions were exchanged and that is when witches and wizards were mentioned. I had my shotgun in my hand faster than you could say, 'Don't move asshole!' Bobby, are these witches and wizards human? The one I brought to my room told me that they were and that the difference between me and them is that they could control the magic and energy around them. Is it true what it said?"

"Yes, Dean they are human. They don't make deals with demons for their abilities. For some, their magic goes back many generations. There's even a school where they go to learn and control their magic. They are good people that have lived their lives in secret. Not to be bothered by our problems and us with theirs."

"So, you're saying that they aren't evil sons of bitches that need to be killed. How come you didn't tell me about them?"

"No, not all of them are evil. They have their bad eggs just like we do from time to time, but they do have their own society and government and generally try to take care of their own problems. And the reason why it was never mentioned to you is because the chances of you meeting one in your lifetime were close to zero. Yet, here you are talking to me that you saw a group of them and managed to bring one home. That's unbelievable and you're goddamned lucky if you had one at gunpoint. They are superbly stronger than any witch from around here and for you to still be alive talking to me, should be an indication that the one you brought home is one of the good guys. If you meet up with this witch again, convince her to come with you. I want to be updated on what has happened over there in the last few years."

Dean was not about to correct Bobby that it was not a witch he had brought back to his motel room, but a wizard. "I'll see what I can do Bobby, but I will definitely be coming by your place next week, Tuesday the latest, to have a much longer talk about this."

"Sure, son, I'll be here waiting and if you need anything at all, just call me."

"Thanks, Bobby, thanks for everything and I'll see you next week. Bye."

Dean stood still in the phone booth for a while going over the things Bobby had said to him. 'No, not all of them are evil' and '…you're goddamned lucky if you had one at gunpoint…superbly stronger than any witch from around here and for you to still be alive…an indication that the one you brought home is one of the good guys.'

Am I that lucky? Dean peered through the clear panels of the phone booth to see that Harry was bored out of his mind. Realizing for the second time, that Harry could have killed him at any time during his phone call with Bobby, but he hasn't even tried; just like last night. Harry wants me to trust him, believe him:

'I want your trust and for you to believe me. Dean, I've told you everything I know so far. I haven't lied to you at all tonight…I'm not here to hurt you… Dean, this is your shotgun in my hands. Take it, Dean. Take your shotgun and use it as you see fit. Shoot me if you must. I'm not going to stop you.'

Dean was getting a clearer picture of Harry. Harry was willing to sacrifice himself for a little trust from Dean in return. Has he pegged Harry wrong all this time is he as good as Bobby implies. 'Shit! I shot him. I could have killed him. He could have killed me, but he didn't. He just subdued me in order for him to talk to me. Damn!'

'I've really gotten myself in a big mess and I think I made it worse.'

Dean leaves the phone booth and walks to Harry, "You know, if I knew that you were going to take forever in there I would have stopped you from making that phone call. I'm starving out here while you're taking your sweet time gossiping!"

"Shut it, princess! I had to make that important phone call, for your sakes and mine. I had no choice, I just didn't think I was going to be long. So, shut your cake hole and let's go!"

"Well, stop calling me princess. My name is Harry. I'm a guy. Not some frilly little girl that needs everything handed to them and stop being such a jerk!"

"Bitch!"

Harry glowers at Dean when he called him a bitch, but Dean pays no attention to him and starts walking in the direction that they were headed earlier and finally arrive at the diner about five minutes later.

Dean goes in first not holding the door for Harry and it closes on him. Dean starts to fall over but holds himself up on the diner's counter.

"Honey, you look a little flushed. Do you need any help?" A waitress asked Dean as she was passing buy.

"No, I'll be fine!" The door opens as he finishes his comment and flushed guy number 2 comes in.

"I hope that felt good for you, because it was just peachy for me. Next time, wait for me until I'm inside before closing the door. I should've stayed outside a little longer to punish you, but that would hurt me as well. Now, let's sit down and order."

Harry passes Dean brushing against his shoulder and walks to a booth half way into the diner and sits down. He leans toward where the menus are placed and starts looking at one, not caring if Dean has followed him or not. His main concern at the moment is to feed his stomach. From the corner of his eye, Harry sees Dean slowly makes his way to the booth and sits on the opposite side, grunting and grabbing a menu for himself.

The same waitress that had asked Dean if he was alright earlier was heading over to take their order, "Hi, I'm Sarah and I'll be your server today. Are you ready to order or do you need more time."

"I'm ready!" Harry and Dean said at the same time.

Sarah had been attracted to Dean since he first came in and decides to take his order first. "So, what can I get you, Hun?"

"I'll have the French Toast special, the eggs scrambled, hash browns, two slices of bacon, two sausages and a coffee." Dean says giving the Sarah his trademark cocky grin.

"And you sweetheart, what can I get you?"

Harry looks up at his menu and made direct contact with Sarah's eyes. "Well, Sarah, I would like the house special: stack of pancakes with the bananas, walnuts and whip cream topping, scrambled eggs, hash browns and with the two sausage and two slices of bacon. Can you also add additional 5 side orders of bacon and sausage? And a glass of orange juice, please."

Sarah admired Harry's emerald eyes but did not expect the young man with the "I just had Great Sex" hair to have an English accent. Trying to speak to Harry, she stumbled with her words. "You're Br..British? You have a very sexy voice and that accent is to die for! Well, I'll go place this is in and call for me if you need anything else."

Watching the waitress walk away, Dean snorted and turns around to Harry. "You know, you stole my thunder. I was going to try to get her phone number, but I doubt that she will, now that she's heard you talk."

"Why would I want her phone number? I'm not interested and besides I already have a relationship." 'Not for long, though' Harry silently adds. By tomorrow afternoon, his three year relationship with Ginny will be over.

"Regardless if you're interested in her or not, if you keep talking to her, I bet that by the end of our meal she'll be a little wetter for you and doing anything to have you meet up with her later."

"Wetter? What do you mean by wetter and why would I want to meet up with her later?"

Dean had no chance to respond to Harry, because Sarah showed up with a cup of coffee and what seemed to be tea for Harry.

"Here's your coffee and for you I brought a cup of English tea. Hope you like? It's on the house." As quickly as Sarah showed up, she quickly disappeared to help other customers."

"I really don't like where this is going, I hope she stops."

"Just go with the flow and enjoy the extra attention you're getting."

More attention? That's exactly what Harry doesn't want. He's had enough of 'extra attention' in the last ten years to last him a lifetime.

To change the subject, Harry wants to get to know Dean a little better and begins to ask him about being a hunter. What he hunts and why he was almost hunted last night.

"Dean? Last night, before I said I was a wizard, you mentioned if I was a hunter? What did you mean by that? Because the way you were looking at me with your shotgun, I don't think you meant like hunting game, pheasant or venison. And why the sudden change in attitude towards me?"

"Uh, well…you see, I hunt…" 'Damn! Dean was not expecting that sort of question to come from Harry. Not this early in fact. What could I tell him? He's a wizard. He must know about the supernatural creatures.

Leaning down closer to the table and looking around to make sure no one else hears him, Dean begins to whisper. "I hunt evil supernatural creatures that kill or hurt innocent people."

"Like what kind of evil supernatural creatures?"

"Mostly ghosts or poltergeists, some werewolves, ghouls, witches and any evil sons of bitches that I find."

Harry gasped when he heard witches. "Witches? Like the ones from my world? Is that why you had a shotgun aimed at me? Did you think I'm one of these supernatural creatures that you hunt?"

"Well, last night I did. Up and until last night, any magic user that I've been up against had made a deal for their magic and these 'witches' that I'm used to have to kill for their master in order to keep their abilities. I had never heard of a natural born magic user until you mentioned them and I had that confirmed when I made the phone call before we got here."

"Why the sudden interest in my life, Harry?"

Harry had no opportunity to respond to Dean, because at that precise moment, Sarah came back to their table with their order.

"French toast special for you, scrambled eggs, sausage and bacon." Sarah said while placing Dean's plate in front of him. "And for you, love, the house special: pancakes with banana and nuts topping with whipped cream. I hope you like extra cream and nuts, because I sure do. Scrambled eggs and hash browns, I asked the cook to make sure your eggs were extra fluffy, and the extra orders of sausage and bacon. Enjoy your meal boys and I'll see you later." Sarah could not help running her fingers up and down Harry's arm.

"Forget breakfast, can I have a cold shower to go?"

Dean couldn't help laugh the loudest he's laugh in about two weeks. "She's got it bad for you, dude! What else could she do to top what just happened?"

"I don't think I want to find out."

For the next twenty minutes, they both ate in silence; once in a while taking sneak peeks of each other, looking for a good opportunity to start talking again; but that didn't seem like it was going to happen any time soon. It's like breaking the ice all over again.

"Well, that was a good breakfast, but I've had enough. I'm stuffed." Harry was full and now that they were at the end of their meal, he knows that Sarah will be coming anytime soon, but he did notice that Dean kept eyeing the untouched bacon and sausage on his plate. He loves this stuff a lot, but he could not eat a single bite more.

"Dean, you keep looking at the bacon and sausage I didn't touch, would you like to have them?"

"Hell yes!" Dean didn't hesitate in shouting. "Bacon and sausage are the best part of any breakfast. Are you sure?" He looks over at Harry.

"Yeah, I'm sure! Go ahead and help yourself. Do you think we could get the tab and leave? I don't want to deal with Sarah and her innuendos anymore."

"Sure, I'll signal her to come on over."

Dean turns around to get a hold of Sarah's attention and makes a hand movement to let her know he wants the tab. Once he does, Sarah makes a motion to walk to their booth.

"Was everything alright for you? Were the eggs extra fluffy for you, love?" Sarah questioned while only looking at Harry and placing the tab face down closest to his side of the table. Not to be ignored, Dean decides to put in his two cents into the one sided conversation.

"Everything was good Sarah and we'll make sure we stop by in here again the next time we're in town. " Dean told Sarah as leans over and picks up the tab that's still in front of Harry. Looking a little panicked, Sarah rushes off from their table.

"Why did she rush off? I thought she might want to stay here until we left. How much was the total? And what's with the evil grin on your face."

Dean just kept grinning and pulled out a single bill out of his wallet and got up to leave. "Let's go, Harry!"

"Dean, seriously. What was the total? Let me see the tab. At least let me know what was my share of the cost."

Dean doesn't say thing to Harry, but hands him over the tab for him to have a look.

Harry stopped walking and his eyes widened out of disbelief when he read what was on the tab.

'I get off at 3pm. Call me at 555-3825 and maybe I'll help you get off!'

"OH. MY. GOD!"

And the only sound, save for the cars passing by, is Dean's loud, untamed laughter.

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TBC!