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: Sam and Harry finally meet! It's a short chapter, but tomorrow I'll post the next one.

"Sam, I suppose. Harry." Harry said opening the door and reaching out a hand for the man outside to shake. On the other side of the threshold, a very tall man, with a shaggy haircut as bad as his own answered.

"Hey." Sam shook his hand.

"Come in. Took you long enough. Your brother was starting up search party in here." Harry told him. The younger man was covered in grime, his clothes were dirty and wet from the snow covered floor he had laid on after the explosion, he had lots of bloody marks over his face and hands that were the only uncovered parts of his body since it was so cold outside.

"Are you alright? You look like shit." He pointed out.

Sam threw him a slight glare.

"Is Dean in?" Sam asked.

"Sam! Where the hell have you been?" Dean entered the room taking in his battered and bloody brother. "What happened?"

Sam gave a pointed look towards Harry.

"We'll talk later. Are you ok?"

Dean dismissed his concern.

"Good as new. Have you met Harry?"

"Yeah, he was just telling me how I look like shit." Sam answered sarcastically and that had Dean snickering.

"Well, you do, mate. Sit for a bit. I'll bring something for your cuts… Should as well have opened a hospital instead of a bar, you guys would make me rich." Harry commented as he went to his room for some salves and bandages.

"He's right, dude. You look as you were chased by killer birds or something. What happened?"

"Pixies."

"Pixies?" Dean raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Cannibal Pixies. Eating people and procreating in a Tim Hortons on the way here in broad daylight."

"You're kidding me."

"I'm serious, Dean. Those things almost had me for desert. And I think there is something really wrong going on."

"What do you mean?"

"Werewolves and Skin-walkers together? Weird. Cannibal Pixies? Impossible. There is something messing up with the supernatural creatures of this area. Something powerful."

"Sam, it is just 2 cases…"

"Here we are. Lay off the layers, mate. We have to clean it up before using the murtlap essence; it's good for the pain." Harry entered with a water bowl some cloths and a bottle of something bright yellow. It looked home-made and Sam was a bit unsure.

"Murtlap?" Sam inquired uneasily.

"Awsome stuff, dude. Harry here works miracles with injuries." Dean said enthusiastically. Sam started taking off his coats and the checked outer shirt. Soon he was cleaning his injuries with Harry's cloths and water.

"Like I said, should have tried a hospital." Harry grumbled. "About the pixies… I will have to agree with Sam, Dean. They maybe vicious tricksters but they don't feed on people."

"Harry…" Dean said, as if asking the other man not to have said that.

"He…" Sam said, glaring at Harry on the defensive. How could he know about that?

"…knows everything, Sam. He knows we hunt. He is a wand he-witch." Dean told his brother with both his hands in the back of his head.

"What's up with you? Gone crazy in your old age?? Getting friendly with every wand-witch in town? Your girl, I understand, but him?" Sam asked his brother, raising his voice and gesturing towards Harry. Sam was mad, really mad. It was dangerous. He still remembered the last time he had gotten friendly with the enemy and just how "well" that ended up. His kindness had resulted in the Apocalipse and he wouldn't let Dean make the same mistakes he did.

"Him what? Finish it! What's my problem? I'm a wizard-freak? Is that it?!" Harry answered also out of his mind. Sam's reaction reminded him too much the Dursleys. And on top of that something was said about Dean having a girl… Result: a quite pissed off Harry.

"DUDES, Please! This is starting to look like Jerry Springer!" Dean said entering between his brother and friend. "Harry, you are not a freak. Sam, he is not a freak, he wouldn't hurt a fly. Right, Harry?"

Harry was still pissed. "Right." He grumbled, angry. "But that does not mean that I couldn't." And even Harry was surprised with that sentence, his venom in that few words would have made Snape proud!

The room was heavy with tension. Sam glared at Harry, Harry glared at Sam, and Dean sighed in the middle. Harry looked at Dean and was rewarded with a pleading look. He knew it wasn't Dean's style, but that was important. Sam was important. It was Harry's turn to sigh, defeated by the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. Dean's eyes, not his eye's, not Lily Potter's eyes. He could relate to Dean's puppy-dog eyes problem at that moment.

"Come here, Sasquatch. Let's have a look at those injuries." Harry said offering his olive branch in the form of murtlap essence.

Sam approached and let Harry take care of his injuries.

Dean smiled at that. It was so bright and satisfied and happy that Harry was dazzled.

Maybe he was finally doing something right, after all.

To be Continued…