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Word count: 2,218
Warnings: Any Previous ones mentioned and I'm to lazy to write them up.

Chapter 10:

"I'm not one to complain.

I'm not one to cry.

I'm not one to martyr.

I'm me, and I'm not one to regret that."

"So what're we actually going to do?" Harry asked after a long silence.

"No idea," Gabriel told him in a no-nonsense tone. "I actually just thought if I distracted the other Gods you guys could just walk out of here."

Harry sighed, curling into Gabriel's side. "Doubt it," Harry answered for the Winchesters. "They'll want to get the others who were locked up." When Gabriel's fingers started to run through his hair, Harry relaxed, lazily looking at the Winchesters. He raised an eyebrow at their expressions.

"Problem, boys?" Gabriel drawled, bringing their stares to himself. They shrugged and got up, not saying a word. "Didn't think so…"

"Gabriel," Harry whispered. He glanced to where the Winchesters were talking; he didn't want them to hear. "What's going on with everything?"

Raising an eyebrow Gabriel shrugged. "If you explained what you were talking about Harry I could answer that a bit better. Let me guess, you're talking about the world going to hell in a hand basket? Right?" Harry nodded once. "Well… What do you want me to tell you about? The four horsemen? Lucifer? Michael? Random demon shit?"

"Err," Harry started, "all of it?"

Gabriel raised an eyebrow, "Haven't the Winchesters kept you updated?"

"Nope!"

"Ah, well there are only two horsemen left—at least, two who still have their rings. War and Hunger were handled by Dean and Sam. Pestilence and Death are left… I bet your boys will have fun dealing with them." Gabriel rubbed his chin; "I should probably go and distract them now…"

Harry cocked his head to the side, "My boys?" The mere thought of Harry owning the Winchesters was a rather ridiculous one, if he did say so himself.

Gabriel chuckled, "You consider them your friends no matter how much of an arrogant asshole Dean is. He'll get over that sometime, ya'know."

"Sure," Harry snorted, gaining the attention of the Winchesters.

"Are we ready to go?" Dean asked roughly. Harry glanced over at the brothers who were already geared up. Dean even had his gun in his hand, and cocked, pointing the gun at the floor.

"Well, aren't you just so excited to go mess with some Gods. You find this fun—don't you?" Harry asked, eyeing the sparkle in Dean's eyes, and how he was on the balls of his feet, bouncing.

"Yeah, I was raised to do this. What can I say? I enjoy killing things." Dean gave Harry a pointed look.

"Obviously," Harry muttered, ignoring the look Dean was giving him. He would not sink to the level of a four-year-old. As Harry stretched from his curled pose, Sam quietly opened the door and slipped out into the hallway, leaving Dean no choice but to follow.

"They really have to make everything hard, don't they?" Gabriel commented, rolling his eyes as he and Harry followed, trying not to make a sound.

"Unfortunately." They made their way out of the room and froze. Dean and Sam were inspecting a body a few feet away. "… The hell?"

Dean glanced up, hazel eyes worried. "Dead. All of them." He moved his hand around, revealing three more bodies. "They… Necks have been snapped and bodies mutilated. I don't have any idea who could have done this—what could have done this."

Harry glanced behind him and groaned as he saw how stiff and pale Gabriel was. "Lucifer?" Harry asked, hoping that he was wrong.

"Yeah," Gabriel looked up. "Well, it was nice knowing you guys but I'm out of here." Harry grabbed Gabriel's jacket as he tried to disappear while Sam and Dean pulled out their guns. If he had time to think about it Harry would laugh at how paranoid they were. They brought their guns everywhere, even to bed.

"You're not leaving," Dean told him, cocking his gun.

"Whoa, whoa!" Harry stepped in front of Gabriel. "You do not need to get that gun ready to shoot somebody. Gabriel won't leave. I promise." Harry licked his lips as Dean's gun wasn't lowered but instead pointed dead center at Harry's own heart. "Uh, if I say don't shoot, will you shoot?"

Dean raised an eyebrow before lowering his gun. "Depends."

Sam cleared his throat, "Sorry, but back on topic. LUCIFER? Like the devil! And we're still sitting here like its okay?"

Dean nodded and began to follow the trail of dead bodies. "He's not very subtle is he?"

"Not really," Gabriel muttered. "I should not be here. He will kill me. Do you really not understand that he will smite me before I can talk with him?"

Dean and Sam shrugged while Harry bit his bottom lip, glancing up through his bangs to Gabriel's nervous face. He paused and stood in front of the archangel, searching his eyes, silently asking if Gabriel would be all right. Gabriel sighed and nodded, giving Harry a smile and a small hug as they caught up to the Winchester brothers.

They passed through a few more halls before coming to the kitchen. Harry glanced again to Gabriel before they entered; Gabriel still looked nervous. Harry reached over and grabbed his hand, "We need you Gabriel."

Harry almost didn't hear the whispered, "I know" before Gabriel was sweeping past him into the kitchen. He shrugged, a grin working its way onto his face. Gabriel had been there for him through thick and thin; he was reliable. He was family—to them blood didn't matter.

Harry was caught up in his thoughts, and wasn't paying attention, so when a hand closed around his throat he struggled and tried to scream. A hand muffled his scream, "Shh," the figure whispered. "It's me, Dean, there are still a few Gods roaming around, trying to hide out from good ol' Luci. Sam and Gabriel are getting the two people who are still alive and then we're going to get out of here. Okay?"

Harry shuddered as warm breath attacked his neck; his body tingled and his cock gave an interested twitch. He nodded his head to Dean, and then sent a silent warning to his parts to quiet down, before waiting for Kali to pass by. He searched the room and located where Gabriel and Sam were; Gabriel's eyes followed Kali's every step. She ignored them and continued on, as if they weren't there. Gabriel's fist clenched and his eyes narrowed.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief when she was gone. "So, did you get them?" He asked, eyeing how Sam only carried one kid and Gabriel had another.

"There was only a pair of twin boys left alive. I put them to sleep." Gabriel told them, eyes still locked on the spot Kali was last seen.

"Gabriel," Harry snapped. "Pay attention. We need to take the kids and get the fuck out of here, preferably before we have the devil on our ass!"

"Too late," Someone from the doorway said. They all whipped around, two of them pulling out guns. Harry quickly took the kid from Sam's arm to allow him better access to his gun. Lucifer's vessel was deteriorating quickly. Patches of skin were raw and the golden hair limp. "You should have run when you got the chance," Lucifer tskd. "You're slacking off Gabriel."

His eyes roamed over the group and a spark of recognition entered his eyes as he gazed at Harry. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the little wand waving wizard. It's been too long."

Harry gulped; face rapidly losing the little amount of blood it had maintained. "Really? I don't think it's been long enough," He said, trying for a brave voice.

Lucifer smirked, stepping a bit closer. "You think so little of me?" He crooned, a hand coming out to stroke Harry's face.

He let out a violent flinch as the cold hands touched his cheek, and he pulled back violently, whimpering. Catching sight of his reflection in one of the many hanging pots, he gasped. A large black mark was slowly spreading wherever Lucifer had touched him.

Dean stepped forward, pulling Harry slightly behind him. "What the hell is that?"

"A mark, claiming him." Another smirk. Did Lucifer not know any other facial expression? When Lucifer's words caught up with Harry, his eyes widened and he moved closer to Dean and further behind him.

"That's enough!" Gabriel snapped, drawing Lucifer's attention to himself. "Let them go and we can talk. Persuade me not to try to kill you. You know all the good stuff."

While Gabriel was talking Dean was slowly sliding towards the open door, Harry's hand firmly clasped in his. He didn't realize when Sam joined them for the mad dash to the car or how the kid in his arms went to Sam's. He wasn't responsive as they drove as far away as they could get.

The twins were still asleep when they found a decent motel and got two rooms. Three beds were available and Harry immediately set to the task of getting them ready for bed—even if they hadn't woken up yet. He felt numb and he kept imagining Gabriel screaming. Mind shattering screams as he violently died.

Dean's voice brought him back to reality. "Hey, there's a tape here. It's from Gabriel. Wanna watch it?" He quickly shook his head negative and rushed into the bathroom, taking a burning shower, and then getting ready for bed. He was as red as a lobster by the time he got out.

He intended to fall asleep that night. To fall into the bed, forcing one of the Winchesters onto the couch. He had expected nightmares that night. Mentally preparing himself for a night of not sleep, he glanced over at Dean, who was watching him intently as Harry pulled off his shirt.

"Hey," Dean called to him as he stood from the couch, Sam outside unpacking. You feeling alright?" Harry stilled, shocked at Dean's concerned tone. It seemed almost as though Dean was two people, first blaming Harry for putting them into this situation, and now acting as if he cared about Harry's wellbeing. The dark-haired wizard thought over Dean's actions through the past weeks, and everything he knew about the man. And then it clicked. Dean blaming Harry was not Dean really being a jerk, but was more of a defense mechanism for the man, a way for the hunter to deal with the situation without freaking out. And while Harry may have been the one who suffered, he didn't really care. If his suffering meant Dean could keep a cool head in a situation, then Harry didn't mind being a punching bag for the handsome man, as long as at the end of the day he got to experience this concern again.

"I'm fine," he muttered, resisting the urge to glance up into Dean's searching eyes. Harry quickly laid down on the bed, pushing the covers down as the heater was on. When he was finished he glanced up, and found Dean staring at him with a hungry look on his face.

"Did you put a spell on me?" Dean asked in a gruff tone.

"Why would I?" Harry whispered, feeling loud words could break the staring contest the two had, searching endlessly into each other's eyes. Dean raised a hand and quickly stroked Harry's check, brushing the black mark from Lucifer. Harry sighed, even that one small act sending a bolt of pleasure though his body. Dean continued stoking, and slowly kneeled onto the bed, leaning over Harry.

Harry whimpered as Dean situated himself over Harry, his knees on either side of Harry's hips. Dean braced a hand next to the wizard's head, and leaned down, sending misty breath over Harry's lips. Harry's heart hammered as his own hand came up to tangle in Dean's hair, before he pulled the hunter's head down, crashing those pouting lips to his own.

Dean moaned in surprise before taking control of the kiss, stroking a hand down Harry's chest to tweak a nipple. Harry gasped, arching up to press himself against Dean. Dean moaned as their erections came into contact, before slipping his tongue into Harry's eager mouth. He slowly pulled down Harry's sleep pants, his tongue dipping in and out of the other's mouth, mimicking an action that would soon take place on a more intimate level.

As the two lost themselves, Sam glanced through the window of the motel room, before stopping himself short. He shook himself, a thoughtful expression coming onto his face. 'Maybe this will help them get over their differences,' he thought, before trekking back to the office to get himself a room for that night, leaving the two men alone.

As the rain outside slowed to a trickle, Harry fell into Dean Winchester's arms for a night of passion, and unintentionally altered the course of destiny.

A/N: Last 600 or so words are my Beta's doing. Actually, I really loved it. So, a huge thank you to my Beta! And how quick my chapters get back to me and what not. Thank you for all of the reviews! I got 16 and thank you for the constructive crit some of you gave and what not. Again, please review and let me know that you like this story or you hate it. Haha, well, that's all I really have to say.

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