Disclaimer: Do not own.
Word Count: 1,685
Warnings: OOC, Blow job, slash (why is that considered a warning?), and lanugage. Plus, anything else that I've missed.

Chapter 10:

It's bugging me
Grating me
And twisting me around

Because I want it now
I want it now
Give me your heart and your soul
And I'm breaking out
I'm breaking out
Last chance to lose control

Harry groaned lightly as he felt something lightly tracing his bare back. He kept his eyes closed for a moment, basking in the moment. He felt so happy, so free in this moment, so loved. He felt the happiness growing in his chest, a happiness that couldn't even be impeded by Gabriel's death. 'Not even going to think about that right now,' he thought to himself, before cracking open an eye. He came face to face with Dean's hazel eyes. He sleepily cocked an eyebrow and Dean just smirked. Dean's hand continued to stroke his back, moving lower and lower, until Harry started to blush. 'I'm blushing like some school girl virgin, smooth Harry smooth,' he thought. Deans' warm breath on his face made him pause, nose scrunching. "Morning breath," he told Dean.

Dean rolled his eyes before pushing himself out of bed, naked. Harry admired the view as Dean left to go brush his teeth. "Didn't actually expect him to get up…" Harry muttered to himself. He glanced at the clock on the nightstand, 6:30. Oh wow, Harry frowned slightly before stretching. He gave a hiss of displeasure; his ass hurt!

He directed a glare to where Dean was brushing his teeth. 'His fault,' his mind supplied.

'I asked for it,' Harry argued silently. He paused, he was arguing with himself? They needed to talk, Harry decided. You don't just change your opinion on someone in a day. Especially after the way Dean had treated him the last few weeks, Dean couldn't expect Harry to just fall in love with him. 'Even if he is amazing at sex,'Harry thought, a smile growing on his face. He jumped as a hand began to wander up his thigh. Looking down he could see Dean kneeling in front of him. Harry cocked his head to the side about to ask what Dean was doing before Dean started kissing his thigh. Harry moaned, trying to tell Dean they needed to talk.

"Dean!" he gasped, trying to catch his breath as the man started to nibble the inside of his thigh. Who knew he was so sensitive there? "We," he started again, "Ah! We, need to-" He cried again as warmth suddenly enveloped him. 'Oh God,' he thought. He moaned, gripping the back of Deans' head. Talking could wait.

-0-

Harry gave Dean a sleepy kiss before curling into the strong arms. He was asleep within moments. He didn't feel Dean kiss his forehead and grip him just a little bit tighter.

-0-

Harry groaned rolling over. He groggily stretched his arm out, wondering why he was awake. The answer came pretty quickly when he felt how cold Deans' side of the bed was. He opened his eyes slowly, hoping he was just imagining things. He sighed, the indentation where Dean had been was still there but the bed was cold. He had a flash of anger before looking around the room. He only saw the twins at the small kitchen table. They were just sitting there, looking at Harry fearfully.

Harry stretched, ignoring the burning before wrapping the sheet around himself. He walked over to the twins, eying them as they cowered. He ran a hand through his hair before sitting down. "So, what are your guys' names?"

One of them spoke up first, gray eyes uncertain. "I'm Aidan and this is my little brother Alex…" he bit his bottom lip, "Are our mom and dad dead?"

Harry nodded hesitantly; it was always hard telling children that somebody wasn't coming home. The youngest one, Alex, spoke up, "The bad men that took them killed them? Dad tried to protect us…"Alex's identical gray eyes filled with tears. He wouldn't let them spill though. "Mom was screamin' so loud."

Harry was at a loss of what to do. "I- Do you guys have an Uncle or Aunt—anyone who I can call to pick you up?"

He watched as Aidan shifted his grip on his little brother, hiding Alex's face.

"Not really," he whispered. "Mom was kicked out and almost all of Dad's relatives died in a fire a few years ago." He softly stroked his brother's hair while Harry sighed. He should call someone, Harry decided. He wasn't equipped to deal with two children that just lost their parents.

"How old are you both?"

"Seven," Aidan told him, not looking up.

Harry grabbed his phone, looking at it uselessly for a few moments. A few minutes later he decided to call Bobby. The phone rang a few times before Bobby's gruff voice answered, "Hello?"

"Hey Bobby," Harry said. "I need to talk to you—do you have the time?"

"Yeah, what is this about?" He sounded irritated.

"Well, Gabriel is dead, I had sex with Dean, the Winchesters left when I was asleep, and now I'm stuck with two seven year olds. Which would you like first?" Harry waited patiently, not surprised when Bobby only let out a breath of air. "Since you didn't answer I'll spare you the details. All I need to know is there some place you can hold the two boys for a week or so till I find a couple that could take good care of them?"

"Sure,"Bobby told him, shock evident in his voice. "Just get back here soon and I want to know everything that's going on. What the hell happened on that hunt?" Bobby was silent for a moment before adding, "Idjits, all of you."

"I know Bobby, I know. Well, see you in a few hours. Wait—I don't have a car."

Harry heard Bobby sigh. "Rent a one-way car. Every town has a place where you can do that. I expect you and those two boys here by tomorrow night at the latest." Harry told Bobby that they would be there before hanging up and smiling slightly at the twins.

"Well," he said, "We should get going."

Aidan snickered slightly as Harry stood up. "You might want to get dressed first," he whispered shyly. Harry glanced down and blushed; the sheet had slipped. He quickly hurried to the bathroom, grabbing his duffel on the way. He quickly changed before splashing some water on his face. He took in his appearance in the mirror. Heavy bags were under his eyes and he looked a little frazzled.

He dried his face off with a towel; he knew he would look ten times worse by the time he got to Bobby's. Walking out of the bathroom he motioned for the boys to wait in the motel room while he spoke to the front desk person. Harry walked to the office, hissing. 'Okay, that hurts a little more than I though it would.' Harry thought, 'Well,' he supplied, 'At least it was worth it…or was it?' Harry didn't know. Sure it had been a great night, but Harry hadn't been looking for a one-night stand. Despite their differences, Harry had been looking for someone stable that he could be with. 'Guess you really didn't choose well then,' he thought, 'You knew Deans' reputation, he doesn't do relationships.'

'Yeah, yeah,' Harry scowled to himself as he walked up to the desk.

"Hey," he greeted the young woman, "Is there a car rental place nearby?" She stared at him with wide eyes, before hesitantly answering.

"Uh, the nearest one is about a mile away. But the rates are pretty good." She said, quickly moving her eyes down to her papers.

"Okay, thanks," he said, wondering what her problem was. He quickly got some directions, before leaving. As he left, he caught sight of himself in the glass door, and stopped. 'Oh God,' he thought, 'Did he really have to leave such a big hickey?' And sure enough, a large bruise was situated right below Harry's jaw line, purple and ostentatious. He glared at it, before moving on.

After picking up the boys, the trio walked the mile down the road, before coming to the car rental agency. Walking in, Harry knew that there wouldn't be any nice cars here. 'What a joke.'

After getting their….car, (if you could call it that, is was more like a trashcan on wheels) Harry packed the boys in and they were finally on their way back to Bobby's.

The boys didn't make more than a few sounds and Harry was a bit worried. Around three he pulled into a gas station and took a quick glance behind him. The boys were curled up together, looking like they were asleep. Harry frowned before shaking Aidan—at least, who he thought was Aidan—awake. Groggy eyes stared at him in confusion.

"Do you and your brother want anything to eat or drink?" Aidan nodded slightly but didn't speak up. Harry rolled his eyes, "Water or Soda?"

"Water and some beef jerky, please." Aidan murmured as he fell back asleep. Harry got out of the car and quickly got some gas and purchased the things the boys wanted. He got back to the car and pulled out of the gas station.

Drumming his fingers on the wheel, he twitched slightly. Silence meant that his thoughts attacked him. The confusion and anger he felt for Dean leaving, the sadness he felt for Gabriel, and the happiness he felt. He wasn't sure why, but for some reason he was happy, happier than he should be.

Keeping one hand on the wheel Harry pulled out his phone, dialing Dean's number.

It went to voicemail. Harry hung up, a sneer making its way onto his face. He was irritated that the man wouldn't even pick up his phone. Why was it when things started looking up something had to go wrong?

Song: Hysteria- Muse

A/N: Hey, so this is more of a filler than anything. Thank you to my wonderful Beta! I don't know what this story would be like without her.. Probably like all over the place plot wise :) thank you to all of the reviews. I'm one away from 100! You know how happy that makes me? Hmm, not sure how many of you will be pleased by the events in this chapter... Oh well. So, this story is following the way we (My beta and me) want it too...besides a few characters. So, please review and tell me if you like it and what not. Thank you to everyone who supports the story with Constructive Crit!

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