Title: Destinies

Author: Angelwarrior1

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Harry Potter. I make no profit from writing this.

Summary: Dean Winchester is running from destiny. Harry Potter has accepted his. This somehow results in the pair ending up in an unlikely reality. Sam is there too.

Chapter 6:

Traveling with Dean was different. It was interesting, and even fun at times. While he did miss his old car, he had to admit what a thing of beauty the Impala was. Due to him traveling into the future, Dean had to teach Harry about the newer technology that existed. He'd also continued Harry's education on the supernatural beings that existed.

Harry didn't want to bring it up at first, but he wondered where Sam was. Was Sam real? Maybe the man had been a part of the weird world he'd landed in and nothing more. Still, he felt hesitant to bring the subject up with Dean. The man seemed troubled, tense.

Around the second week of traveling, Harry found the courage to ask.

"Sam's real," Dean grunted.

"Well, where is he?" Harry hesitantly asked.

"He's fine. Just on his own right now." Dean's way of answering let Harry know that the conversation was over.

Silence filled the car the rest of the trip, at least until Dean turned some of his classic rock on to get rid of it.

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Harry tried to talk to Dean every once and a while about Sam. He couldn't leave the subject alone, as he couldn't imagine having family and not speaking to them. He didn't think Dean had the same situation as he did with the Dursley's, after all.

Unfortunately, Dean seemed to be just as good at avoiding subjects as he was himself, so he never got very far with him. Apparently, he wasn't the only one bugging Dean about Sam though, as Dean would get phone calls from a man called Bobby. Dean swore by the man's knowledge, and Harry found it was truly as sound as Dean claimed.

So if Bobby couldn't talk some sense into Dean over his brother, Harry didn't have much hope of doing it himself.

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The pair pulled up to a motel for the night, as usual. Dean was grumpy, and Harry was tired, so there wasn't any talking going on. They left the Impala and took a bag of their things with them. Harry ignored the religious man standing outside the hotel doors with a handful of pamphlets. Everyone else seemed to be ignoring him as well.

Harry sort of felt bad for ignoring the man, but he really didn't want to get sucked into a conversation with him.

The man wouldn't be ignored however, when he stopped Dean.

"Excuse me, friend, but have you taken time out to think about God's plan for you?" He held up a pamphlet for Dean to see.

"Too friggin' much, pal." Dean just gave a blank stare, before continuing inside, Harry quick to follow.

Harry turned back to look at the man. The man was watching them.

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While Harry was showering for the night, Dean talked to Castiel on the phone.

"We're talking about the Colt, right? I mean, as in the Colt?"

"We are."

"Well, that doesn't make any sense. I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, uh, kills demons?"

"What? What? Did- I didn't- I didn't get that." Castiel nearly shouted as a loud car drove by.

Castiel scowled as he only received a laugh for his troubles.

"You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cell phone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel on a moped." Dean quipped.

"This isn't funny, Dean. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes."

"Okay, all right. I'm- I'm telling you, Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now."

"Well, I hear differently. And if it's true and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the devil, this is how we do it," Castiel insisted.

"Okay. Where do we start?"

"Where are you now?"

"Kansas City," Dean replied as he leaned across the bed to grab his room key off of the bedside table.

"Century Hall, room 113."

"I'll be there immediately."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, come on, man. Harry and I just sat sixteen hours in the Impala, okay? We're human. Plus, there's stuff I gotta do."

"What stuff?"

"Eat, for example. In this case, sleep. I just need like four hours once in a while, okay?"

"Yes."

"Okay, so, you can pop in tomorrow morning. Give Harry a couple extra hours, though. He needs more sleep than me."

"Yes. I'll just-" Dean didn't wait to hear more and hung up.

"-wait here, then." Castiel frowned as he heard the dial tone.

Dean turned to see Harry as he was exiting the bathroom, rubbing a towel vigorously over his wet hair.

He gave him a brief smile when he looked up.

"Dinner?"

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The room was dark, curtains were shut to keep out any light or prying eyes.

Both men in the room had their own beds, and all was silent.

Until a phone began vibrating.

"Damn it, Cas, I need to sleep!" Dean answered without checking the caller id.

"Dean, it's me." That certainly killed any sleepiness in Dean's system.

"Sam? It's quarter past four." Dean glanced over to check on Harry, and was relieved to see him still sleeping.

"This is important."

Dean sighed and got up to get a beer from the fridge, he may as well, since he knew he wouldn't be sleeping anymore.

Dean listened as Sam told him about his dream meeting with Lucifer.

"So, you're his vessel, huh? Lucifer's wearing you to the prom?" Dean confirmed, staying calm.

"That's what he said."

"Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, huh, Sammy?" Dean walked to the window, opening the curtain and looking outside.

"So, that's it? That's your response?" Dean ignored the emotion he could hear in his brother's voice.

"What are you looking for?" Dean bit out gruffly.

"I don't know. A—a little panic? Maybe?" Sam seemed confused at Dean's reaction.

"I guess I'm a little numb to the earth-shattering revelations at this point." And no statement was ever truer at that moment.

"What are we gonna do about it?"

"What do you want to do about it?"

"I want back in, for starters." Dean didn't like the sound of that.

"Sam—"

"I mean it. I am sick of being a puppet to these sons of bitches. I'm gonna hunt him down, Dean."

"Oh, so, we're back to revenge, then, are we? Yeah, 'cause that worked out so well last time." Dean paced around the tiny kitchen area.

"Not revenge. Redemption."

"So, what, you're just gonna walk back in and we're gonna be the dynamic duo again?" Dean didn't feel like bringing Harry into the conversation at the moment.

Hopefully Bobby had done as he'd asked and didn't tell Sam about him.

"Look, Dean, I can do this. I can. I'm gonna prove it to you." Dean closed his eyes in regret at what he was about to say.

"Look, Sam—it doesn't matter—whatever we do. I mean, it turns out that you and me, we're the, uh, the fire and the oil of the Armageddon. You know, on that basis alone, we should just pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other for good." Dean sat down in the room's only chair, tiredly.

"Dean, it does not have to be like this. We can fight it." Dean could feel the emotions start to bubble at that point.

"Yeah, you're right. We can. But not together. We're not stronger when we're together, Sam. I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us—love, family, whatever it is—they are always gonna use it against us. And you know that. Yeah, we're better off apart. We got a better chance of dodging Lucifer and Michael and this whole damn thing, if we just go our own ways." Dean tried to end things calmly, as he leaned forward in the chair.

He looked back at Harry again, and was alarmed to see him sitting up in bed, with his knees up to his chest and arms wrapped around them. He was looking at Dean, just waiting for their conversation to be over.

"Dean, don't do this." He couldn't handle hearing his little brother pleading with him.

Avoidance it was, then.

"Bye, Sam." Dean hung up before Sam could say another word.

Silence permeated the air. Dean had closed his eyes while finishing the conversation with Sam, unable to keep eye contact with Harry as he said such things to his brother.

"How much did you hear?" He questioned quietly, looking back up at Harry.

"Enough to know that Sam and you are in a lot of trouble," Harry answered back honestly.

Usually, Dean found Harry's blunt honesty refreshing, but at the moment it was unwelcome.

"Look, it's not something you need to worry about. It's our problem, not yours." He finally looked down and leaned back against the chair.

He looked back up when he heard Harry moving from the bed.

"Dean, I'm in a strange alternate world, and you are the only one I've been able to really form some kind of connection with. If something happens to you, who will I have then?" Harry stopped in front of Dean, kneeling down, and just stared up at him.

"Come on, Harry. You don't need me. You're a damn good hunter. You'll be f-" Dean scoffed and began.

"I know I can survive, Dean. I've always survived, and I'm good at adapting. What I mean, by connection, is friendship, companionship. I- I would be hurt if something happened to you, Dean. So while it may not be my problem, these angels that want you and your brother's bodies, it does concern me. If they take your bodies how will I get to learn more about you? How will I finally meet Sam? I want to help you. I need to." Harry implored with his eyes as he spoke.

Dean nearly jerked when Harry's hand slid over his, he had been mesmerized with how ardently Harry spoke to him over his worries for him and his brother. Damn the slight man and his green eyes, and his pretty fucking voice!

"Okay, I get what you're sayin'. I do. I just don't want those winged bastards finding out about you and hurting you. We're lucky they haven't found out about you at this point. No need to push our luck, right?" Dean squeezed Harry's hand as he fought to keep control of his voice.

He didn't want to show Harry how much his words meant to him.

"I know, Dean. All I ask is that you let me help you when I can." Harry persisted.

"I hear you." Dean relented.

"Good, now if you don't mind, I'd like a bit more sleep until we head out." Harry flashed him a sweet smile, releasing his hand and moving back to his bed.

Dean just smiled at Harry's buoyant mood swing and went back to his own.

A little more sleep sounded good to him.

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Night had turned to morning, but with it, a strange turn for Dean Winchester.

Dean woke up, nothing odd there, but he knew something he was laying on was odd. He sat up and looked at his bed, the mattress was gone. He'd been lying on the springs.

Feeling a dawning sense of panic, he looked over to Harry's bed to find it empty. Part of him was glad whatever was going on had excluded his friend, while another part wanted him there so he could watch over the smaller male.

Getting up, he looked around the room; it looked run down and old. Looking out the window, he could see the rest of the city in a similar state of disarray. The sky was bleak, and grey.

"What the hell is going on?" He muttered.

Dean checked around the motel to make sure Harry really wasn't there with him, which he wasn't. He'd never quite forgiven himself for leaving the fake world of Zachariah's making, thereby abandoning Harry to a strange new world alone. So it was, feeling slightly better that Harry wasn't in the fucked up environment with him, but also a little sad for it as well, Dean left the motel.

The place wasn't much to see; all broken or graffitied on, sometimes both. The city was in ruins, and it only cemented the fact that he was somewhere he wasn't supposed to be.

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Harry walked into the motel room. He'd gone to get some breakfast for Dean and himself, not having much luck sleeping. When he entered the room, he froze. Dean was gone. Harry leapt forward, nearly dropping the food in his haste to get to Dean's bed.

"No, no, no, no, no, no. Please don't let him be gone." Harry's voice shook, as he whispered unknowingly.

He only relaxed marginally when he saw Dean's bag in the room. Harry calmed himself after that and began his own investigation. He found the Impala outside, which was odd, but maybe Dean had gone for a walk. Asking the front desk clerk, he was troubled to discover she hadn't seen a man matching Dean's description having left.

Harry went back to their room and sat on the bed, while he organized his thoughts.

So. Right. Dean was missing, but his things weren't and neither was his car. Meaning Dean had likely been taken so quietly that Harry hadn't felt a thing. What had an ability like that, though?

The answer niggled teasingly at the edge of his mind for a few moments.

Oh. He'd met Dean through similar circumstances, hadn't he? Waking up with Dean in a place he wasn't supposed to be. Could the same angel that had placed Dean and his brother in that fake world be the one that had taken Dean again? It seemed to fit the angel's MO, at least. He supposed he should ask someone who would know, though.

"Castiel. I think something's happened to Dean," Harry stated quietly.

"You are not wrong." Harry looked to see Castiel standing in the tiny kitchen area.

"He's disappeared, but his bag and car are still here. Did an angel take him?" Harry questioned calmly.

"Yes, it is Zachariah's work." Castiel confirmed in his grave voice.

"What does he want with him? Is this about Michael and Lucifer?" Harry wondered.

"Zachariah will do anything to make Dean say yes to Michael. He has sent Dean into the future."

"The future? Why? How will that help his cause?" Harry was starting to lose some of his forced calm.

"There is likely something there he wishes Dean to see."

"He won't hurt him though, right? He won't try to force Dean to consent to hosting Michael, will he?" Harry's hands gripped the bedding at the thought.

"No, he has tried to harm Dean before. It did not change Dean's mind. As long as Dean continues to say no, Michael cannot take Dean's body as a vessel."

"So, what now? We just wait until Zachariah returns Dean?" Harry didn't like that plan.

"Yes, that is all we can do, for now."

Shit, Harry hated waiting.

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Dean was currently running. Upon leaving the city he'd heard glass breaking, and being trained to help people, he'd gone to investigate.

What he'd found was a girl, with a teddy bear. At first, he'd thought she was a little girl that needed help. He was proven wrong when the little girl attacked him. Of course, other infected happened to be around the damn corner, which had led to him running.

So, he was running, and trying to find a place to run to. Eventually, he was chased onto a street blocked by a chain-link fence.

There were several soldiers on tanks that showed up, shooting the infected. Glass windows shattered. Music began playing as one of the soldiers turned on a device, uncaringly drinking from a glass bottle.

It seemed more like a party than a defense against infected people. More infected people fell as the soldiers fired their guns. They eventually left the tank and advanced, firing their weapons and making more infected people plummet to the ground.

Dean had ducked under some cover, and watched for a moment, until he'd seen enough and retreated to an alley.

He left the area through the alley as the music and gunfire graced his ears.

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It was night as Dean broke through a fence. Standing up, he read the sign on the fence he'd just gone through.

CROATOAN VIRUS
HOT ZONE
NO ENTRY
BY ORDER OF ACTING REGIONAL COMMAND
AUGUST 1, 2014
KANSAS CITY

"August first, 2014." Dean read quietly.

He'd gone into the future, fuck. Looking around he found a car, that surprisingly had fuel. As he drove, he checked his cell, but got no signal. The radio only played static.

"That's never a good sign," Dean muttered.

"Croatoan pandemic reaches Australia." A voice startled Dean.

Great, just who he wanted to see. Zachariah was sitting in the passenger seat, with a newspaper.

"I thought I smelled your stink on this Back to the Future crap," Dean growled.

"'President Palin defends bombing of Houston.' Certainly a buyer's market in real estate. Let's see what's happening in sports. That's right—no more sports. Congress revoked the right to group assembly. What's left of Congress, that is. Hardly a quorum, if you ask me," Zachariah continued as if he hadn't heard Dean.

"How did you find me?" Dean's hands tightened on the steering wheel.

"Afraid we had to tap some unorthodox resources of late—human informants. We've been making inspirational visits to the fringier Christian groups. They've been given your image, told to keep an eye out."

"The Bible freak outside the motel—he, what, dropped a dime on me?" Dean replied as gruffly as could, internally freaking out.

Shit, had someone told Zachariah about Harry being with him?

"Onward, Christian soldiers." Zachariah seemed oblivious about Dean's panic.

Well if Zachariah didn't mention Harry, he sure as hell wasn't going to.

"Okay, well, good, great. You have had your jollies. Now send me back, you son of a bitch." He was sure Harry had flipped upon noticing a missing Dean when he woke up.

He just hoped Harry didn't think he'd actually left him or something.

"Oh, you'll get back—all in good time. We want you to marinate a bit."

"Marinate?" That didn't sound good.

"Three days, Dean. Three days to see where this course of action takes you." Zachariah looked over at him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Fuck, three days away from Harry who was probably freaking out.

"It means that your choices have consequences. This is what happens to the world if you continue to say no to Michael. Have a little look-see." Zachariah delightedly informed, then promptly vanished.

Well shit, that sucked.

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Sorry it likely isn't the update everyone's been waiting for. A bit stuck on Secunda Fortuna. I have the plot mapped out, I just need some little events to fit in to help move things along to reach the plot points. Kinda like trying to build a bridge with all the little details missing.

For fans of this story, I hope you enjoyed the update! I'm almost done writing this story, just gotta finish writing the ending, so I'm hoping to get this one wrapped up soon. Thanks for reading!

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