A/N: Haha, I think me going a little crazy while testing my writing turned a few people off. Sorry!

Anyway, I had a lot of trouble pinpointing exactly where I wanted this story to go from here because I recently caught up on season 5, which gave me some very good ideas. I hope I can do everything I want in this story~! Only time will tell.

Anyway, stuff moves forward, slowly but surely. Tell me watcha think in a review, yeah?

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The next morning, Harry awoke to the sound of Alouran singing in the shower—something that was impossible to listen to for an extended period of time without going insane. His face twisted as he listened to the garbled and cracked melody drifting from the doorway, unable to help the sigh that escaped him. With no chance of falling back to sleep, Harry sat up just as the atrocious singing stopped and the sound of the shower door knob being turned reached his ears.

After several moments, the door opened and Alouran strode in, clad in only a blue bath towel around his waist. Harry raised an eyebrow, but Alouran merely smiled and lit up.

"Oh, Harry, you're awake!"

Harry's less than hospitable face spoke of his displeasure to be up at—a quick glance at the clock showed it was barely even seven AM. Groaning, Harry once more turned back to his now humming best friend. "What are you doing up so early?"

Alouran looked up from searching through his bags and shot Harry a look that said he should already know. When Harry just continued to stare, showing that, no, he didn't know, Alouran huffed and went back to looking through his things. "Your soul mates, Harry! I want to meet them! You know, when they aren't tied up and flinging death threats."

Harry perked up at the thought of seeing his mates, but he was on edge about them meeting Alouran—especially Dean and John. Alouran's wings couldn't be seen by humans, but once they learned what he was, they would be less than hospitable. Then there was the fact that Alouran could be… overbearing. He could already imagine the ensuing chaos the Winchesters and Alouran would bring about should they ever be left alone in close quarters.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Harry said at length, turning away when Alouran dropped his towel without preamble and begin throwing on his clothes, his usual trench coat included.

"Why not?" Alouran asked, plopping onto the bed and staring at his friend once he was finished getting dressed.

"Ah, you…" Harry trailed off and rubbed his chin, wondering how best to phrase what he wanted to say without upsetting the incubus. "Al, no offense, but you're a little hard to handle."

"No I'm not!" Alouran pouted when Harry gave him a pointed stare. "Harry, really, I'll tone it down. I won't make fun of them or act like I—as you say—am hyped up on butterbeer."

Although not entirely believing him, Harry did want to see his mates again, and he trusted Alouran to at least try to act civilly. As long as no one did anything to upset him, the incubus could be rather polite and level-headed.

Sighing, Harry shook his head, relenting. "Okay, you can meet them."

Alouran whooped loudly.

"But," Harry cut in, before his friend could grow too excited, "no matter what they say or do, try to behave, alright?"

When Alouran gave a mock-salute, Harry once more sighed and headed toward the bathroom to take a shower of his own. He rather felt like a parent sometimes when Alouran got into one of his moods, but Harry loved the incubus and couldn't imagine him any other way. He just hoped that the Winchesters managed to feel the same.

o0o

The sun was high in the sky and continuing its upward ascent. A few white clouds drifted through the sky, allowing a clear view of the expanse of space above. Despite how pleasant the weather appeared, the air was crisp and cool, a light fog visible upon exhaling.

Harry and Alouran were outside the rundown motel the Winchesters happened to be staying in, and the familiar Impala was still sitting there, reflecting light like a crystal mirror. Harry half-expected them to leave during the middle of the night and was relieved to know that they hadn't.

The two appeared to be just in time as the door to the brother's room opened, and the two exited, bags slung over their shoulders and exchanging words as they walked.

"There they are," Alouran breathed, as if he had spotted a rare specimen of animal. Harry quirked a brow at his friend's peculiar reaction, but nodded and began his trek across the parking lot toward them, Alouran hot on his heel.

Sam and Dean were just putting their supplies in their car when Dean turned, doing a double take when he realized exactly who they were. Dean elbowed his brother in the ribs and nodded in their direction, bringing the taller hunter's attention toward them as well.

"Hello," Harry greeted with a smile once they were close enough. Sam returned the greeting with a small smile of his own and Dean nodded, his eyes turning to focus on Alouran.

"Who's this?" Dean asked.

Harry frowned, praying Dean wouldn't start anything. "Sam, Dean, this is—"

"Alouran," said incubus finished, flashing the two large grins. He took a step forward and extended his hand.

Sam smiled, but it slipped away when he noticed the claws extending from Alouran's hands. Neither brother made to move forward. Instead, he received a hesitant nod.

Alouran retracted his hand, a bit of his good humor fading.

"I'm Sam." He turned toward his brother, but the shorter hunter just continued to stare, face hostile. With a sigh, Sam gave a hopeless shrug. "And this is my brother, Dean," he gestured toward Dean, who nodded at being acknowledged.

"Nice to meet you," Alouran said, voice pleasant. However, his face began to take on a more playful look and Harry felt his heart sinking. "The legendary Winchester brothers… I've heard so much about you."

Harry felt his face flaming and intervened, before anyone could comment on Al's less than innocuous comment. "Well, you've met them! Now shoo!"

"No way! I still haven't met Daddy Hunter!"

"…Daddy Hunter?" Sam echoed, voice colored in amusement. Dean, however, appeared disgruntled at the nickname Harry had come up with for their father.

"Al," Harry hissed, tugging the incubus's sleeve so they were on the same level, "I would really appreciate it if you shut your trap." After releasing his friend, Harry turned back towards his mates, face the picture of innocence. Sam chuckled quietly, having overheard.

"Please, ignore Alouran," Harry suggested. "He's insane—trust me, I know."

Alouran pouted, but much to Harry's relief chose to remain silent.

"Right," Dean drawled, eyeing them both with slight suspicion. "Why are you here, again?"

"Not that we're not happy to see you," Sam tacked on, smiling to lessen the sting of Dean's thoughtless question.

Harry, used to both of their attitudes, was able to let it slide. Unfortunately, that was not the case for his friend. Alouran's eyebrows rose and he opened his mouth before Harry could stop him. "Does he need a reason to see his soul mates?"

Once more, Alouran was the focus of the Winchester's attention and Harry resisted the urge to smack himself, or Alouran, in the face.

Dean's eyes narrowed at the casual way in which Alouran defended Harry. "I'm sorry, chuckles, but I don't think I was talking to you."

"Yeah?" Alouran shrugged. "Well, I answered."

"Sorry," Sam jumped in before Dean could give a biting retort, "but, who are you? Harry, who is this?"

"This is my friend," Harry admitted with palpable reluctance. "He's also my secretary."

"And an incubus!"

This time, Harry did bury his face in his palm, not wanting to see the reactions on Sam or Dean's face. Alouran could have tact, he really could, but it was just most days… well, all days, it seemed, he chose not to use it. Today, Harry realized, would be one such day.

Dean's eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. "You're a what?"

"An incubus," Alouran repeated."You know, a being who feeds off sex?"

Dean was reaching inside his open trunk for a gun, but a hand on his arm and a slow shake of the head from his brother stopped him.

"Incubus aren't dangerous," Harry said, startling Dean who looked at him, face guilty. Harry's smile was grim as he stared at the short hunter, having seen him reaching for his gun. He couldn't say he was surprised, but he was a little hurt and disappointed that Dean felt threatened by him—or rather, Alouran. "They feed off sexual energy, yes, but most do so by making their target to have erotic dreams, not by forcing themselves on people in their sleep."

"Harry, we wouldn't—"

"I know," Harry said, interrupting Sam before he could apologize. "I also know Dean is just a suspicious git."

Dean sputtered and Alouran laughed. Sam cracked a small smile, but still seemed unsure.

Before the conversation could continue any further, however, a black truck turned into the motel parking lot, drawing the brother's attention. Harry, seeing them watching it, also turned toward the truck just as it parked. The door to the impressive piece of machinery opened, revealing the face of none other than Daddy Hunter himself.

"Speak of the devil and he shall appear," Harry muttered, just low enough to reach Alouran's ears. The incubus's lips quirked upward into an amused smile, but he didn't take his eyes off the mature hunter.

John stepped out of his truck, his eyes zeroing in on where Harry and Alouran stood with his sons. His face was drawn into its usual gruff blankness, his eyes seeming to narrow upon realizing who—or rather, what—his sons were fraternizing with. In one hand he carried a styrofoam tray loaded with coffee, and his other hovered suspiciously close to his pocket, where a gun no doubt laid concealed.

"Dad!" Sam called, rushing to his father's aide. "Let me help you with that." He grabbed the tray from the man's hands and distributed the coffee before taking one for himself and looking around before throwing the empty tray over his shoulder. His father gave a brief smile of thanks before turning back toward the two outsiders.

"You," John growled, no sign of politeness evident. His eyes regarded Alouran before dismissing the taller man, his hostile gaze instead settling on Harry.

Harry inclined his head in silent acknowledgement and turned to his secretary. "Al, this is the famous Da—I mean, John Winchester. John, meet my secretary, Alouran."

"Hello," Alouran smiled, his eyes dancing in amusement as he extended his hand to shake. Harry rolled his eyes, but refrained from commenting.

"He's an incubus," Dean drawled, eyes hard and unflinching as he stared at Alouran. John's eyes seemed to widen and he looked at Alouran in a new, though still unpleasant, light.

Again, Alouran's handshake was ignored but the incubus was unperturbed, growing used to the Winchester's suspiciousness. Harry was used to it as well, but that still didn't excuse them for being so rude.

John finished disemboweling Alouran with his eyes and once more turned his attention toward Harry. "What are you doing here?" he growled, hand still hovering over his gun. "You got what you wanted, so just leave me and my boys alone, you hear me?"

Harry's gaze swiveled to his newfound mates. He could see the indecision and hesitation to interfere in their eyes. One part of them seemed to want to defend Harry, even though they had already done their fair share of being hostile; then there was the hunter parted of them that seemed to agree with their father. Seeing that made Harry's heart sink to the bottom of his stomach.

If they were indeed going to make something of their tentative relationship, then the suspicion would have to go. He also couldn't always kowtow to their father like some easily intimidated teen—that would give the man the wrong idea.

"…I'll leave eventually, John, don't worry," Harry assured, restating the urge to sigh. "I just came here to have a little chat with your sons."

"Yeah?" John revealed his hidden gun, but didn't point or cock it. "I don't think that was part of our deal, letting you talk to my boys. Now, I won't ask again. Leave."

Alouran moved to step forward, but paused when Dean blocked his path, face blank. Sam hovered near his brother's shoulder, unsure of who's side he was supposed to be on. Harry understood family and their need to stick by their own, yet that did nothing to stop the sheer amount of disappointment filling him. He wondered if it would always be like this, all of them unable to truly accept and understand the other.

"Calm down," Harry groaned, speaking to everyone. He dragged Alouran back behind him and gave Dean an exasperated stare. Once those two were calmed, he turned to John. "Okay, first, I'm not afraid of you John, no matter what you say or do. Second, you couldn't kill me even if you tried. And finally, I think your 'boys' are old enough to decide for themselves if they want to talk to me or not without your input."

John's sneered, his eyes flashing with rage. "Now you listen here you pintsized son of a bitch—"

"Dad!" Sam cried, turning to his father in outrage. "D-Don't… don't talk to Harry that way."

It was a pitiful demand at best, but Harry was appreciative of it all the same. He gave Sam his widest smile and turned back to John, brow cocked, as if daring him to once more try to threaten him.

"We're leaving in five minutes," John bit out, "and I'm going after the demon, whether you two or ready or not." With a final glare, the old hunter turned on his heels and trekked back to his truck before climbing inside, closing the door harder than necessary.

Alouran shook his head after him. "Wow, what an asshole!"

"Alouran!" Harry hissed, turning to his friend aghast. Dean looked ready to throttle the incubus, and Harry wanted to avoid that at all costs. "You leave too, Al."

"What? But I just—"

"Al! Go! Please."

"Fine," Alouran huffed, thrusting out his chin so his nose stuck in the air. "I know when I'm not wanted." He turned and marched off, but despite his offended words gave Harry a conspiring wink and obvious thumbs up over his shoulder.

Harry buried his face in his hands for the second time that day, a load groan escaping him, much to the amusement of his mates who watched on. "I'm sorry about him," he said, peering at them through his fringe, "Al can be a nice guy—you know, once you get past his annoyingness."

Sam shrugged and gave a light chuckle. "It's alright. Sorry about our dad. Sorry about Dean, too."

"What?" Dean squawked, looking indignant. "What did I do?"

"Beside's act like a total prat?" Harry sniffed. "Not much."

"He started it," Dean muttered, but he was already being ignored.

Harry coughed, changing the subject. "So, you're leaving…?"

"Oh, yeah," Sam said, turning to look at the bags loaded in their still open trunk. "Dad thinks he's got a lead on the demon."

"And now that we have the Colt," Dean continued, "we're gonna go smoke his ass."

Harry smiled, amused, until the entirety of the brother's words settled into his brain. "The demon… the one that killed your family, right?"

Dean and Sam stared at him, their faces grim. It was a face Harry had seen numerous of times, and had even worn himself. It was the face of one prepared for battle.

"Twenty long years," Dean said, laughing suddenly. "We've been hunting this son of a bitch all this time, and finally…" He trailed off, but he didn't need to finish his thought, both Harry and Sam understood. Harry had felt the same hopeful expectation mixed with dread during his confrontations with Voldemort.

The urge to just lean forward and pull Dean into a hug was sudden, but not unwelcome, and he would have had John not been watching them like the overprotective parent he was from his truck. Harry couldn't even grasp either of his mate's hands without their father noticing. It was rather uncomfortable, if he were to be truthful, having to hide from John as he was, but it was his mates decision, so he would respect it—even if he didn't like it.

"I wish I could hug you," Harry admitted, face flushing when he realized he had spoken aloud. Dean gaped and turned to look at their watching father before turning back, silent but with an odd look swimming in his eyes.

Sam chuckled nervously and shook his head. "When this is all over, maybe… maybe then…"

Harry smiled, but it was flat and empty. Even after that, it appeared that they had a lot of issues to work out. There was Daddy Hunter, their opposing views of the world, their unparalleled paranoia of all things dark and reluctance to open up to him, and now it seemed hunting was another thing to be added to the list.

"I'd like that," Harry said anyway, his smile becoming more genuine at the sight of Sam's own.

John's truck gave a sudden honk, signifying that their five minutes were up. Harry grimaced, resenting the man for finding a method to get in his way, even from a distance.

"That's our cue," Dean said, closing his car's trunk and giving Harry a look the green-eyed man found hard to read.

Harry inclined his head, scuffing the ground with his shoes. "Guess so…"

"We'll call you," Sam promised. He flashed a glance at his brother, saw his hesitant expression, and amended with a roll of his eyes, "I'll call you."

"You better," Harry muttered, a sudden emptiness appearing within him at the thought of them leaving. He had just found them, found a small touch of happiness and he had to let them go. Sure, they had already caused him an equal number of headaches, but still. They were his soul mates, and it would take time for them to connect and get to know one another.

Harry swallowed, a lump forming in his throat. "Good luck on your demon hunt."

Dean paused and gave him a tentative nod. "Thanks… Harry."

Said boy's eyes widened. It was the first time Dean had called him by name, instead of some insult or reference that went over his head. His resulting smile was brilliant. Dean returned it with a light one of his own before turning and getting in his Impala, the engine roaring to life.

"Don't die!" Harry called, just as they began backing out of the parking lot. Dean gave a salute through his open window before pulling off after their father who had left mere moments after his warning honk.

Harry watched them until he could no longer see them. Alouran had come to stand at his side and the young King didn't even flinch when the incubus placed a hand on his shoulder.

"They're gone," Harry muttered.

"You'll see them again, Harry," Alouran said, voice reassuring. "Don't worry!"

Despite his friends positive words, a weight like a block of ice settled in the pit of his gut. Something was happening, and Harry had a feeling that the Winchesters were in the dead center of it.

o0o

The demon had their father, or rather, Meg had their father. They had arrived in Salvation, Iowa after a long trip, and had decided to split up into two groups to make things easier. Only instead, it had come back to bite them in the ass, getting their dad kidnapped—because he wasn't dead, dammit—in the process. To make matters worse, the demon was still alive.

Now, they needed help.

They were driving down a random highway when Sam offered the timid suggestion.

"You know… we could always call Harry."

"What?" Dean frowned. "No."

"Why not?" Sam asked, sounding at the end of his rope. "I mean, Bobby? Yeah, he's a good hunter… but don't you think we could use the back up?"

"This is family business, Sammy."

"And Bobby's family?" Sam countered, shaking his head.

Dean growled. "More family than Harry, anyway."

Sam paused, burning a hole in the side of his brother's face, but still Dean drove on, his jaw twitching to show that he felt his brother's look. After several moments of silence, Dean sighed in frustration, turning to his brother. "What?" he snarled.

"…Harry's our soul mate, Dean," Sam said, voice soft. "I know that scares you or whatever, but you feel it just as much as I do."

"Okay, first off, I'm not afraid of anything," Dean said, eyes staring hard at the road before him. "Next, what do we really know about this Harry kid besides how he can make us feel shit we don't want to? Last I checked, Sammy, we killed things like that, not cuddle up to it!" Dean's words escalated from a fierce tone until he was yelling, his anger and frustration spilling out and lashing at the first thing it could—which unfortunately, happened to be Sam.

"Harry's different, Dean," Sam muttered after a second's pause. He was shocked at his brother's outburst, but knew it was more of his insecurities mixing with what happened to their father that made him react that way. "I know you felt it, I saw you. You hadn't looked that way at anyone in… hell, ever. And Harry's not like those monsters, or dark creatures, or whatever he calls them. He's human—mostly, anyway. And he's powerful. We could use his help."

Dean deflated, all of the anger leaving him like a popped balloon. "Fine," he bit out, rubbing at his eyes. "You're right, now's not the time to be high and mighty. We need all the help we can get."

Sam smiled and took out his phone. After several beeping noises, he placed it to his ear and waited. "Hello? Harry?"

o0o

Harry had been going crazy the past few days, and it was all he could do to keep himself busy, less he call up his soul mates and come off as some sort of hanger-on who couldn't survive for even a day without the person—or persons—he liked. So instead, he had worked with Luther and his coven, continuing the training of their powers and watching them grow in leaps and bounds.

A few members of the coven could now use the Lure, and it had been used to full effect once they realized they could. Also, they were finally beginning to make progress on their mind magic, and could at least blank a specific memory, although the scale was still very small.

When he wasn't spending time with the coven, he was with Alouran exploring the two they resided in, and when he wasn't doing that, he tried to focus his powers over the country to no effect. Whatever was going on in America—it was still going on, crushing Harry's hope that it would just resolve itself.

Harry had once more been in his hotel room, Alouran was out partying with the vampires and Harry lay on his bed, cell phone in hand. He was yet again debating whether or not to just cave in and use the muggle technology when suddenly, the phone rang.

Harry jumped and almost threw it across the room when it began its high-pitched chiming, but managed to restrain himself. He stared at the device, as if unable to believe it was doing something before holding it closer, peering at the screen. The name reflected on the screen made his heart lurch.

Sam Winchester.

Coughing to ease his sudden tension, Harry pressed the 'talk' button as Sam had taught him and held it to his ear. "Um… hello?"

"Hello?" came the almost hesitant response. It was without a doubt Sam's voice, and after not hearing it for what like so long, it filled him with relief. "Harry?"

"Sam!" Harry called, smiling so hard he was sure his face would split. "I'm glad you're okay! Is Dean there? Is he fine?"

Sam chuckled from the other end, soothing Harry's nerves. "Yeah, we're fine Harry, don't worry."

"Good," Harry sighed, settling himself more comfortably atop the bed. He laid on his back, staring at the shadows on the ceiling. Harry asked the questioning that had been worrying him ever since the brothers had left on their quest. "So… did you manage to kill the demon?"

Sam was silent for several moments, telling Harry that the answer wouldn't be something he was happy to hear. "No," Sam sighed, voice tight. "I—I couldn't kill him…"

Harry's heart ached for his mate. To come so far only for the one you were after to get away? It would fill anyone with a sense of regret and self-disgust. "Sam…" Harry trailed of, having only empty words of comfort the tall hunter wouldn't want to hear.

"That's not why I called."

"…Called just to chat?" Harry asked, trying and failing to keep the hope out of his voice.

"No," Sam said, crushing the brief spark of expectation Harry had felt. "Harry, I'm sorry, but… we need your help."

Harry sighed, trying to brush off his disappointment. "Oh? What do you need?"

"Our… our dad," Sam began, causing Harry to grimace. So far, the hunter was off to a bad start at requesting Harry's help. "He's been kidnapped…" That, however, knocked away what little reluctance Harry had managed to scrounger up. He didn't like John Winchester, and normally wouldn't want to help him, but this—this wasn't a normal case.

"What happened?" Harry asked, curious as to how someone as paranoid as John managed to be kidnapped.

"It was a demon."

Harry sucked in a deep breath through his teeth, knowing how bad that had to be for his mates. "The demon?" he questioned. If they lost both their mother and father to the same demon, there was no telling the effects that would have on them.

"No," Sam assured him. "A different one."

"Alright," Harry said, sitting up on his bed. "I'll be there as soon as I can." Without waiting on a response, Harry hung up the phone and placed it in his pocket.

His mates needed help, and they had enough sense of mind to ask him for it. So what if they hadn't called him up to say hi? This at least showed that they trusted him, even a little, and for now… that was enough for him.

o0o

"Hello?" Sam looked at his phone in confusion, making sure he hadn't hung up on accident. "Hello?" Sighing, he closed the phone and placed it in the glove compartment.

"What'd he say?" Dean asked, glancing over at his brother once the conversation ended.

Sam shrugged, his face scrunched up in consternation. "He said... he'd be here as soon as he could."

"What? What's that supposed to mean? He doesn't even know where we are or where we're going!"

"I…I don't know," Sam said, appearing just as lost as Dean felt.

"Well that's just great," Dean growled, fingers tightening on the steering wheel. "If he didn't want to help us, he could have at least—"

Dean was interrupted when there was a sudden crack, like a fire cracker, causing he and Sam's hunter instincts to kick into gear. They both ducked, the car swerving into another lane.

"Holy shit!" Dean cried, turning the steering wheel in the opposite direction, just in time as they narrowly escaped colliding with an oncoming car.

"Nice driving."

The breaks let out a high pitched squeal as Dean stomped on the pedal, spinning the car so they landed out of harm's way off the freeway. He and Sam turned in shock toward the backseat, where the voice had come from.

Harry stared back at them, cheeky grin in place. "Sorry, I came as fast as I could."