S. 3, Ep. 11 'Mystery Spot'

After her initial breakdown, Harry quickly recovered and started focusing harder on Teddy and her studies. The following few months, she was often called up by Dean, but she simply refused to talk. When Sam called, she still answered. Thanks to that, she knew they had killed the yellow eyed demon and about the opening of the Hell Gate. Harry had quickly promised to stay on the look-out but refused to join the brothers in their hunt. She still gave them a positive review when the Gringotts agent showed up, because, personal feelings aside, the Winchesters got the job done.

Sam had, of course, called her as soon as he realized what Dean had done. He understood why she stayed away from him all of a sudden and agreed that she had all the rights to be angry. He also pleaded with her to find a way to save Dean, and Harry had readily agreed. She wouldn't let Dean go to Hell. Not with what she knew about the demons in charge down there.

Harry herself had been to Hell before, but only by the power of Death himself, and only in the lowest circle, where no demon ventured. The circle was completely empty aside from five cages. Four for the Horsemen, and one, even deeper and more strongly protected, for the Fallen Angel himself. Even standing outside the cage, Harry had felt his power radiating from the Cage and it terrified her.

She knew Death was much stronger of course, but his power was less oppressing and more attuned to her own. His was almost comforting to her where Lucifer's was lashing out at her almost violently.

It was a regular Tuesday morning, and Harry was getting Teddy ready for school when her phone rang. She smiled when she saw it was Sam's ID and picked up.

"What sort of advice other than 'don't get killed' are you looking for this time?" she asked teasingly.

"… It's Dean," Sam's tired voice rang out.

Harry scowled and dropped her wand, but the coats she was summoning towards herself and Teddy fell to the floor in an instant.

"It's none of my business," she said coldly.

"He's dying, Harry!" Sam shouted frustrated.

"I know he is, that's the whole point of why I'm not getting involved."

"Not like that! Now!" Sam shouted loud enough that Harry had to take the phone away from her ear.
"I've lived this day at least 20 times now, and every time, Dean dies! And every time he does-"

Harry woke up with a start, looking around herself, she noticed she was back in her bed. Bewildered, she scrambled to get her glasses and looked on her phone. Tuesday. Again. She quickly jumped out of her bed and rushed to put her clothes on.

"Teddy! We'll be dropping you off a bit earlier!" Harry called.

As she walked out of her room, Teddy stood there already, rubbing his tired eyes as he looked up at Harry in confusion.

"What's going on?" he asked sleepily.
"It's still only 7 in the morning."

"I'm afraid it's the same reason why I usually have to leave, Love," Harry whispered.

Teddy scowled and nodded.

"Ok. Just drop me off at Lucy's then," he said.
"I like her, and her mom makes great cupcakes."

Harry laughed softly and nodded in agreement.

"I'll give Kelly a call," she said amused.

. . . . .

"So what trouble have you two gotten yourself into this time?"

Sam and Dean were both staring in shock at the red haired witch suddenly standing in their hotel room. Her hands were crossed over her chest and she was glaring at the two brothers.

"Harry?" Dean asked surprised.

"Wait… you remember?" Sam asked at the same time.

"I'm just as shocked as you are, Sam," Harry shrugged.
"But it seems that that call of yours pulled me into the loop."

"What loop? What's going on? What are you doing here?" Dean asked.

"Saving your sorry arse from going downstairs too quick," Harry replied, glaring at her (ex)boyfriend.
"Apparently, Sam is stuck in a sort of time loop which get reset every time you die."

Dean's eyes nearly bulged out of his sockets as he stared at Harry.

"Excuse me?!"

"It's true, Dean," Sam said quietly.

"Ok… Can either of maybe explain?!"

Sam sighed and looked over to Harry.

"We were just planning on going to the diner," he said.
"Wanna join? We can talk over breakfast."

"Sounds good to me."

. . . . .

They barely walked into the diner or Harry tensed, eyes wide as she stared at a grey haired man sitting at the corner while eating pancakes with maple syrup. The man stared back just as shocked before he started frowning and snapped his fingers. All of a sudden, everyone in the diner stopped moving and the man turned into Loki.

"What the hell are you doing here, Harry?!" the Trickster asked.

"What am I doing here?! What are you bloody doing?!" Harry shouted back, glaring at the god.
"You promised that you'd leave Sam and Dean alone! Why the hell are you killing him?!"

Loki scoffed and crossed his arms, eyeing Dean hatefully.

"As if I'd let him break my little girl's heart," he growled.

Harry felt a wave of affection for her father, but she squashed it down quickly and continued glaring.

"You have no right to interfere with my love life," she told the Trickster.
"Yes, what Dean did was wrong and it really hurts, but to be fair, I can't fault him."

Loki's face fell and he gave Harry a sad pout.

"But Princess-" he tried in a whiny tone.

"No. Let me finish," Harry interrupted him.
"I know you remember I tried to do the same thing back… then… losing someone you care about like that is the most terrible thing that can happen to you, especially when you're already feeling so much survivors guilt after someone died when you should have instead. It's like you live only to save someone better than you and die for them."

"I know, Princess, but you have to let it go!" Loki tried again.
"Dean is going to die and we can't stop him. he's going to Hell, Harry. You can't help him."

"Try me," Harry challenged stubbornly.
"I promised John to protect his boys, and I tend to do exactly that."

Loki's shoulders sagged in defeat and he gave Harry a weak glare.

"You're too stubborn for your own good," he muttered.

"I've had a good teacher," Harry shot back smiling.

Loki rolled his eyes with a chuckle and he moved forward to plant a soft kiss on the red haired girl's head.

"I love you kiddo. I don't want to lose you over this," he muttered.

"And I love you too," Harry whispered in reply.
"But you have to share that love with a lot of other people, and Dean is a pretty big part of that."

"As long as you know what you're doing, kiddo."

And with that, the Trickster disappeared with a snap of his fingers. Harry sighed tiredly. Dean was staring wide-eyed at the witch. Slowly, he dared to approach and he put his hand on the redhead's shoulder.

"Harry…" he mumbled.

"Don't," Harry muttered, shaking the hand off.

Dean pulled his hand back fast as if he was stung and he stared at Harry with wide eyes. The witch just glared at him for a short moment before sighing again.

"Yes, I still love you, but that doesn't make me any less angry," she told him.
"I'll help when you need me, and in the meantime, don't contact me because I'm working really hard to right your bloody mistake."

With that, Harry turned on her heels and popped away again before either Sam or Dean could stop her.

She arrived back at home and plopped down on her couch, rubbing her face tiredly. She wanted to cry. After all her hard work, researching every possibility, she still hadn't found any kind of loophole in the demon contract, and she honestly didn't think there was any.

"What should I do?" she asked to the empty room.

No answer came. Of course not.

"What should I do?" she asked again, sobbing quietly this time.

She didn't stop crying for a very long time.

This is a bit of a short chapter, and a bit sad. Don't worry though! Things will get better again soon!