In Mac's Bar Everything Goes

Summary: WARNING: Spoilers to HP series and Supernatural up to Season 05 ep 10 "Abandon All Hope". After saving a bartender, Dean's life change. He has a lot to learn about hockey, bars and a guy know as Mac.

Category: Romance / Adventure

Pairing: Harry/Dean

Author's Notes: Guys, I've been paying for my sins… My computer at home has been relocated for some time until the guys from the roof cleaning finish their jobs, so I've been answering reviews on my knees… Because there is no chair by my PC. Loving all the reviews and support and all! You guys ROCK!



Sam missed the Impala. Of course, Jane's SUV was nice and comfortable, but it hadn't the same feeling, the POWER of the muscle car. But he had made his choices. He chose to wake up by Jane's side every day, and have a quiet day job like most people did. He chose to save his woman from loneliness everyday and strangers, now and then. Dean could never turn his back on the strangers. And Sam knew that his brother cared, not only for the fun of it, but he cared because he knew nobody else did. Dean saved strangers and dedicated his whole life to this so that there wouldn't be more people like them. So that their childhood story didn't repeat itself. He did because he was the last hunter of the old school still active.

Sam had made his choice. He chose Jane and their son. He decided he had done enough, suffered enough. But he couldn't turn his back on Dean, and he helped his brother when needed. That Christmas was one of those times. Dean was hurt in a stranger's bed, so he kissed his almost wife, took her SUV and drove to Boston.

When he stopped at Tim Hortons for lunch and gas he knew there was something weird.

The room was quiet.

Too quiet for lunch.

He entered the establishment and there wasn't a living soul inside. The muffins were in the food counter, there were half made sandwiches left around and also a few half-eaten on the tables around the place. Sam took out his gun and approached the kitchen slowly. On the floor, there were human bodies. Half-eaten bodies of uniformed employees and a few costumers on vacation. On them, there were small ugly creatures, their skin was light blue and they had big black eyes that spelled mischief. Their wings were light and translucent like a fly's. They had their small mouths full o human meat and their bodies were tinted with dead blood. They were all over the place. There were too many of them already and by the looks of the ceiling that looked full of eggs and slime there would be a lot more soon. As soon as Sam entered the room, all the creatures' eyes turned to him. It looked to him as if they were quite interested in fresh blood.

After a second's staring contest the damned things were flying towards him and he was shooting them and running. There were too many of them. He ran to the car but there were a swarm of them on him. As his bullets were over there wasn't anything to keep the things from him. He flayed his arms and hit them with a skimmer. They were biting and scratching and he could barely see straight. He tried to ignore the pain the best he could as he opened the natural gas from the industrial ovens pulling the tubes off it and letting the gas fill the diner. He closed every door or window to make sure the things were all inside the building. He put all the flammable products he could find on the microwave and ran for the door as he tried his best to get rid of the ones that were already eating him. He got out the door, barricaded it with a trash can and ran… As fast as he could.

The impact of the explosion threw him to the ground, but he was sure to have gotten them all. That was a relief… But he knew now that Dean's Werewolf/Skin-walker case wasn't the only weird thing to be happening. Pixies didn't feed on human meat. They are pests that love to steal trinkets and fool humans into their deaths but never have he heard of cannibal pixies….

He had to talk to Dean.

Quick.

To be Continued…

Author's Note: Sam's Die Hard Moment!