Chapter 6,
Dean awoke to the smell of bacon and eggs. He instantly grabbed some clothes to put on and made his way downstairs, catching a glimpse of Harry with a frying pan in his hands.
"Where'd you learn to cook like that?" he asked, as he slid into one of the chairs on the table.
Harry turned around, a little surprised at him coming down so early, "My uncle and aunt had me cook because they had no clue how to. And the first time they tasted my cooking…well, let's just say that they didn't stop me cooking after that." Harry shrugged and turned back around, stirring the eggs slowly.
"So you learned how to cook because your bastard if an uncle and a bitch of an aunt made you?" Dean asked angrily.
Harry shrugged again, "It's not like I don't like to cook, and I actually love doing it. It helps clear the mind and all that."
"Well, if you like doing it that's good I guess." Dean said uncertainty.
By the time Bobby and Sam made it downstairs, Dean had already had three plates of bacon and eggs and Harry was just starting to start his first.
"Smells really good!" Sam exclaimed, grabbing his own plate. Dean and Harry exchanged a look and snickered. "What?"
"Nothing," Harry said at the same time as Dean. Sam looked down at his plate in confusion.
"What did you guys do to my plate?"
"Nothing!" Dean and Harry said again, trying to defend themselves. Not like they wanted Sam to know that the prank wars between Sam and Dean were starting up again, except this time Dean and Harry on his side.
Sam hesitantly took a bite and quickly spit it out. "Did you boil it in salt? It tastes like chewy spices! Where the hell are the actual eggs?" He exclaimed, while Harry fell off his chair laughing.
"Prank war is starting, Sammy. We all need a laugh right now and this seems the best way. Except…Harry's on my team." Sam defiantly looked angry now.
"But Bobby won't go on my team!"
"Damn right he won't! I'm not going into these silly games that you people have every year!" Bobby exclaimed, taking his breakfast to his room. Sam seemed to have a sudden thought as to why this was starting again.
"Harry, you know this won't stop us talking about what happened at your uncle's house right? We are going to talk about it." Harry paled a little, but nodded.
"I thought I already told you what happened, remember?"
"Ya, but you didn't tell us how you felt." Sam insisted, "And it seemed you downplayed it a little."
Harry huffed and scooped half of his clean eggs and put them unto Sam's plate. "You don't deserve to go hungry."
Sam grinned and ruffled Harry's head, "Thanks!"
"So…silver can hurt a werewolf or shape shifter, holy water can hurt a demon and for a spirit you have to burn the body or find something that the person left behind?" Harry recited from memory.
"Correct," Bobby said, "Next we're teaching you about devil traps."
Harry grinned and tried to trace what Bobby had in front of him.
A couple weeks later, Sam and Dean (not to mention Bobby) had taught Harry all they thought he needed to know about the Supernatural. Dean was even thinking about brining him on a hunt soon, but not for a couple months.
"Gabe!" Gabriel!" Harry called from his room quietly, not wanting anyone to hear him. "I need to ask you something!"
"You called, my king?" Harry whirled around to see Gabe sitting on his bed picking at his nails.
Harry took a deep breath, "Something's been bugging me for a long time."
"Your shortness?" Gabe guessed. Harry looked scandalized.
"No! Why did you leave me at the Dursleys? Why didn't you take me away?" Harry exclaimed angrily.
Gabriel sighed and shook his head, "It's not that easy, kid. You had to turn out the way you did."
"Abused?" Harry snorted, "Really?"
"No," Gabe shook his head and stood up, "strong willed and resistant! Besides, I couldn't do anything even if I wanted to! God wouldn't let me and sometimes I couldn't even get inside your house! Dumbledore had some wards that should have prevented anything from going inside if they aren't fully human and sometimes it prevented me from reaching you! I would never have left you there if I had a choice, Harry." Gabe ranted, trying to make Harry see it from his side.
Harry sighed and nodded, "I'm sorry I asked, Gabe. I didn't realize that something could have made you not take me away from them."
"It's fine, kiddo." Gabe said fondly.
"I better get back downstairs, I'm supposed to be making my own devil's trap." Gabe laughed and disappeared while Harry scowled.
"Just one goodbye!" He said at the ceiling, "is all I'm asking for!"
"Throw me the crowbar!" Dean shouted at Harry as he finished the salt circle. Harry instantly complied and grabbed another bar for himself. They went back to back and looked around for the ghost.
"Do you think Sam might have finished with the body?" Harry asked, his voice holding a slight tremor.
Dean looked around and got a sudden chill, "No, not yet." Harry nodded and suddenly the girl's face was right in his own. Harry stumbled in shock and crossed out of the salt circle before Dean could grab him.
"Damn it, Harry!" Dean shouted as Harry was thrown against a glass table. His eyes fluttered shut and Dean knew at that point he had lost consciousness. "Come at me bitch!" He screamed, stepping out of the circle, but it seemed she was only interested in Harry because he went flying against the wall and started to slide up.
"Come on, Sammy." Dean whispered under his breath, trying to grab Harry, "Finish the bitch."
The coldness stopped and Harry dropped into Dean's arms. Dean breathed a sigh of relief, while noticing how light Harry was. He shook his head and headed out into the backyard that had held the girl's tomb.
Sam climbed out of the grave covered with dirt and absolutely filthy. As he caught sight of Harry, he raced towards Dean.
"What happened?" Sam asked, looking over the injuries Harry had.
"The bitch slammed him into a glass table and the wall!" Dean exclaimed, worried for his little brother. He knew that it had been too soon for Harry to go on a hunt with them!
Sam tried to figure out what kind of injuries he would have then, "Ok, so he has some glass we're going to have to get out of his back with pliers and most likely he's going to need stiches, and he also probably has a broken rib or two."
They looked at each other and at the same time said, "Motel."
Sam nodded while Dean gently put Harry in the back seat of his car. He dropped the weapons in the back and made his way to the front. "He probably has a concussion to." Dean added, "He head hit the wall really hard."
Sam looked at their baby brother in the back seat. "He'll be ok. We'll fix him up and hopefully this won't happen again."
Dean snorted, "We're hunters, we always get hurt no matter what we do." Sam couldn't help but agree to that logic.
Hey guys! Sorry for such a shot chapter, but I have school and the teachers decided to hand out bucket loads of homework so I'll try my best to keep updating! Thank you all so much for the reviews and for adding my story to your favorites!
little-bast: They didn't pull their guns on Harry because Sam had already read about natural born wizards and Bobby knew about them to from the books he's collected over the years. And yes, healing Harry did destroy the Horocrux. Hedwig will not appear in this story becuase it ould be difficult to carry around an owl in public and it would raise a lot of unwanted questions. Yes, the magical world does have natural protections against the Supernatural, but I'm waiting to put that in one of the chapters. Also, Gabe will put an angel brand on Harry just not yet. Anwya, thank you for the questions and review again please!
mithrilandtj: Hopefully this chapter answered your question and if not please review again! :)
