Original chapter with mentions of S. 2 Ep. 12 "Nightshifter"

It's a bit shorter than usual, but I hope I can be forgiven for that.

To Vangran: I have come bearing the Fluff! :D

To Skendo: Teddy is currently 8 years old. This story happens in 2006 and Teddy is born in 1998. And I promise, i will never abandon his story!

"I really don't think it's a good idea."

"Dad, please. I like Dean," Harry replied as she tried, and failed, to brush her hair down.
"Besides, it's just one date. It's not like I'm bloody marrying him, am I?"

She glanced into the mirror over to where the brunette man was leaning against the doorframe of her bedroom and raised an inquisitive brow at him. The man sighed and shrugged his shoulders lazily.

"I just don't want my baby girl to get arrested for harboring wanted criminals," he said casually.

Harry tensed halfway braiding her long red hair and slowly turned around to face the brown haired man, who was smirking at her.

"What happened?" she asked slowly, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

The man just chuckled and pointed at Harry's bedroom TV, which switched on by itself almost immediately. Harry frowned as she saw the mugshots of both Winchesters.

"-killing several people during a bank robbery in Milwaukee, Michigan two days ago," the newsreader told them, showing a short video of Sam sending a wounded hostage outside, keeping him at gunpoint before rushing back inside and locking everything.
"Their third partner, Ronald Reznick, a former security guard of the bank was killed during the robbery by a sniper. The Winchester brothers are still at large and extremely dangerous."

Harry sighed and shook her head.

"Those bloody morons," she muttered annoyed.

"See? Not a good idea," the man said smugly.

Harry turned her head back towards him and glared.

"I won't just abandon them!" she exclaimed angrily.
"They're my friends! I'm sure they had a good reason."

"They were short on money?"

"That's not funny!"

. . . . .

Harry stopped in front of Mickey's Pub in St Joseph, some 200 miles from Milwaukee. Honestly, Harry doubted that would be far enough to get rid of the bloody FBI, but at least the pub they were meeting was pretty low profile. She flashed her ID when entering and walked to a shady booth in the back, where she had spotted the familiar mop of dark blond hair.

"Looks like you finally had time for that date you invited me for," Harry commented as she slid in the seat across from Dean.

The Hunter looked up a bit startled and stared at Harry with a mix of embarrassment and awe.

"You look amazing," he breathed.

"I tend to take these things very serious," Harry replied smirking.
"And I'm glad you actually cleaned yourself up for this too."

"Yeah," Dean chuckled awkwardly.

They sat in complete silence for a few moments before the waitress arrived to take up their order. Harry reacted the quickest and ordered two whiskeys. This made Dean grin.

"Already planning on getting drunk?" he asked teasingly.

"I can hold my liquor better than you," Harry scoffed.
"I swear to you, you haven't felt the burn of alcohol if you never tried Firewhiskey."

"The heck is that?" Dean asked curiously.

"A wizarding brew. Burns twice as hard as regular whiskey. I usually drink about two whole bottles every Halloween."

"Damn, babe. That shouldn't sound so hot as it does," Dean muttered.
"I like a girl who can keep her liquor down."

"Come over next Halloween and we'll have a contest," Harry replied teasingly.

"It's a date!" Dean laughed.

"So is this," Harry reminded him.

The drinks arrived, and Dean smiled at the waitress, who smiled back before leaving them to their date again. Harry took her glass and downed it in one go, with Dean, who didn't want to do under for her, followed her example.

"So. How's Teddy doin'?" Dean asked.

"He's being an annoying little brat, like all kids at that age should be," Harry snorted.
"Ever since he heard you asked me out, he's been singing the same bloody thing over and over again."

"Which is?" Dean asked amused.

"Mum and Dean, sitting in a tree. K.I.S.S.I.N.G."

Dean threw his head back and laughed, making Harry smile amused as well. When Dean looked back at her, he did so with a seductive smirk curling his lips and a suggestive glint in his dark green eyes.

"Well, we shouldn't disappoint the kid, right?" he teased.

"I saw a very nice tree on the way here," Harry chuckled.

"Let go, then," Dean laughed, standing up from his seat and searching for his wallet.

"I'll pay for the drinks," Harry said quickly.
"I've heard you were a bit short on money."

Dean scowled confused.

"Where'd you hear that?" he asked.

"Why else would you rob a bank?" Harry asked innocently.

Dean flushed in shame at the reminder and frowned.

"I didn't-.."

"I know you didn't," Harry cut him off.
"Let's get out of here, and you can tell me all about it."

She put the money, including a very generous tip on the table and linked her arm with Dean's letting him lead her outside. Once out, she pulled the Hunter in an alley and apparated the two of them to a park, right in one of the highest branches of an old oak tree.

"… you weren't kidding about the tree," Dean said.

"I figured it would be a nice place to see the stars," Harry replied smiling.

They looked up to the unobstructed, starry sky. The sight made Harry smile peacefully. She loved the stars. Her eye fell on the brightest star of the sky and her smile turned sad and bitter. She glanced over to Dean, who was staring up with a peaceful expression as well and she pointed at the star.

"That's Sirius. My Godfather was named after that one," she told him.
"It was a family tradition to name their children after stars or constellations."

"Cool," Dean muttered.

Harry smiled brightly at him before looking back up.

"And above Canis Major, that one is the constellation Orion, that was the name of Sirius' dad," she continued.
"And that one star inside Orion over there, that's Bellatrix. That was the name of Sirius' cousin."

Her hand dropped, and so did her head. An expression of pain and sorrow took over her features, making Dean worried about what would be going on with her. He leaned over and placed an arm over her shoulders, pulling the girl in an embrace.

"She killed him," Harry explained, her voice rough with unshed tears.
"When I was 15 years old. She killed him right in front of me and I couldn't stop her."

"Of course you couldn't," Dean argued.
"You were just a kid."

Harry laughed bitterly and shook her head.

"I've never been able to just be a child."

Dean tensed when she said that. He could relate to that of course, being forced to raise his younger brother all on his own while his dad was out hunting, knowing about all the evil things that lurked in the dark, trained to hunt since a young age. He just never expected Harry to have gone through something like that too that she wouldn't have been able to enjoy her childhood.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"It doesn't matter," Harry shrugged, wiping away her tears.
"Tell me what exactly happened to make you and Sam wanted by the FBI instead."

"That's a long story," Dean warned.

"We have time," Harry replied, smiling softly.

. . . . .

It was already almost morning when Harry apparated them back to where the car and motor were parked. As they 'landed' she looked around herself quickly to make sure no one had seen them before turning back towards Dean and smiled.

"I had a wonderful time tonight," she said.

"Me too. we should do this again," Dean agreed.

He tucked a strand of red hair behind Harry's ear before leaning in closer. Harry's eyes fluttered closed as she leaned towards Dean too. Their lips met in an explosion of feelings, making Harry step closer and stand on her tip-toes so she could wind her arms around Dean's neck while he wrapped his around her middle, holding her smaller body against his.

They deepened the kiss, letting their tongues dance together for several minutes before the need for air became too pressing. Reluctantly, they disconnected, staying in each other's arms for a little while longer until Harry decided it was time to leave.

"Call me when you're near Ohio next," she told him as she walked over to her bike.
"And try to avoid the FBI. And Shapeshifters, because I think they might give you bad luck."

"No kidding," Dean muttered chuckling.

. . . . .

As Harry arrived back at home, she found Teddy sound asleep on the couch. A glance at the clock told her it was already 2.30. She knew she should be upset that Teddy stayed up this late, but his sleeping face was much to adorable, so Harry could do nothing but smile fondly at her precious Godson.

"He insisted to stay up until you got back," a voice from behind her spoke.

Harry smiled, but didn't bother facing the man. She knew he was smiling as well, it would look somewhat sad, as he hadn't been around for her childhood, and he regretted that more than anything else. After all these years, he still blamed himself for not being able to save her from the Dursleys.

"I told him he wouldn't be able to stay awake though. Looks like I was right, as usual."

"Of course you are, dad," Harry snorted.

"Name one time I wasn't!" the brunette argued.

Harry chuckled and shook her head.

"Can you put Teddy to bed? I need to get my make-up off."

"Sure thing, princess," the man said with a salute.

He approached the sleeping boy and gently lifted him in his arms. His hair was a pale ashen, almost white, meaning he was having a very deep, dreamless sleep. After years of raising the little metamorphmagus, she'd learned that his hair was paler the better he slept, and darker with nightmares. After Andy died, the poor boy had slept with pitch black hair for two weeks straight. The very few times he actually did sleep anyway.

"Thanks, dad," she mumbled.

Harry smiled sleepily as she walked over to the bathroom to clean up the make-up. Once her face was completely clean again, she walked back out, finding her father waiting in the hall. He was smirking at her as he leaned against the wall.

"So~ how did your date go?" he asked.

"We went to Vegas and got married," Harry deadpanned.

The teasing grin was immediately wiped from the brunette man's face and he scowled at her.

"Not funny, Harry," he grumbled, making the red haired witch laugh.