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: Short chapter, but next one is longer and I'll post it tomorrow!
As soon as Sam and Dean were better from their injuries which took 3 days, they decided to take the road again. This time they were heading for Bobby's house. If anyone had information on the weirdly behaving supernatural creatures it certainly was Bobby. So they gathered their things and prepared for leaving.
This time though, Harry couldn't stay behind. A storm was coming. That same feeling that had warned him about Dean's trip was now telling him that there was something wicked coming and he didn't want to let Dean take care of it alone. Something told him to protect. That old instinct that never let him have a moment of peace during the War was on full alert, so he also packed his things that night, and as Sam was sleeping in the couch, Harry knocked on Dean's room.
The other man was on sweat pants and an old T-shirt.
"Hey." Dean said, and let him in.
"Hullo, mate. Feeling better, then? Since you are leaving tomorrow." Harry said, conversationally. He didn't know yet how to broach the subject, it had been such a sore spot between them. Every time Harry had asked to go hunting with Dean it had been met with denial, and if Harry insisted it would escalate to a fight that usually ended with Dean going out and disappearing for the night and the next day.
"Yeah. Enough for a two day drive." Dean answered.
"Good." Harry answered. There was an awkward silence in which Harry couldn't get his words out.
"Harry, look, I may not be back for a few weeks. Maybe months." Dean said not looking him in the eyes. "If Sammy's guess is right, this gig may take a while."
"I know, Dean. I have a feeling it is something big." Harry answered.
"Hum. Is it a wizard-hunch, or you are predicting the future like a gypsy chick with a crystal ball?" Dean asked raising an eyebrow.
"I never was a Divination person, but lately my hunches had been quite good." Harry answered.
"Do you guys really do this seeing the future thing?"
"There used to be a whole library of Prophecies at the Ministry once, but most human seers are frauds." Harry said, stalling a bit.
"Not so different from here then." Dean answered laughing a bit.
"Dean…" Harry had to say it so he decided it was best to do it as if he was taking off a band-aid, in one go. "This time, I'm going."
"Harry…" Dean tried to interrupt, but Harry continued anyway.
"No. You listen. My ex-wife knows where I am. She knows this place, and soon this place will be swarmed with the people I hate the most. I'm not only going to keep and eye on you, but I need to actually disappear for awhile. Can we do that?" Harry explained.
Dean nodded and that was that.
To be Continued…
