Dean just focused on the road in front of him and not the man beside him. Harry just had his head tilted back on the seat and he didn't feel like interrupting that. He wasn't sure what to think in that moment but at least they were all alive. The car turned easily under his hand and he was already missing his baby. At least Harry had let him drive but the almost new rental car just wasn't the same. He just let his thoughts drift as they headed to a burger joint that also sold chicken nuggets. Harry had checked before handing the keys over to Dean.
"You could slice that with a knife," Harry muttered and Dean started.
"What?" Dean questioned.
"The tension in this car," Harry expanded. "You could slice the air with a knife. Just spit it out, Dean."
"You can't die," Dean responded.
"That seems very final to me," Harry said as he peered at him. "Probably too black and white as well."
"But it's true, isn't it?" Dean insisted. "You are the Master of Death."
"Just means that I haven't found something that works."
"You have been looking into way to kill yourself."
"Ah, probably not the right words." Harry amended. "Let's say that nothing has worked so far."
"So, the Colt could kill you," Dean pressed.
"Why do you want to kill me all of a sudden?"
"I don't!" Dean exclaimed. "You saved my life!"
"So, you think that you owe me?"
Dean opened his mouth then snapped it closed. The car fell into silence as they pulled up at Paddy's Burgers and stepped out. Dean followed Harry into the place and they ordered food. Harry paid with a card and Dean noticed that it had his real name on it. That was another thing, if the man was from a different world then how did he have so much money?
They took a booth while they waited for the food and Harry sipped on a coffee.
"I should mention that I saw flashes of your life," Harry commented as he looked at Dean. "There are a few secrets that you are holding back from Sam."
"Of course," Dean scoffed. "He doesn't need to know about everything in my life. Just what did you see?"
"Flashes Dean," Harry sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "A lot of it was out of context. But I did see that you weren't selective in who you took to your bed."
Dean leaned back in his chair as he looked at Harry and took in how tired he looked.
"And?" Dean demanded. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No," Harry answered mildly. "Just thought that you should know what I saw."
"What else did you pick up?"
"Lots of killing," Harry said with a shadowed look in his eyes. "Which wasn't surprising."
"I am a hunter," Dean stated. "You know what I do."
"I also saw some things that you felt guilty about," Harry continued. "Regrets in your life."
"Sam," Dean uttered and Harry nodded.
"I know that you are afraid for him-"
"Not of him," Dean cut in.
"Yes," Harry huffed. "We can only work through that problem."
"You won't tell Sam?"
"Of what I saw?" Harry clarified. "No, I won't say anything that you don't want me to."
"Good," Dean announced with a glint in his eyes. "Then you won't tell him about this then."
Dean then grabbed Harry shirt and dragged him forward. Harry squeaked in surprise before Dean kissed him. Harry quickly caught up and kissed him back. It was quick before Dean released Harry's shirt.
"Did you see that as well?" Dean questioned and Harry nodded.
"Yeah," Harry gasped as he picked up his coffee. "It was at the front of your mind."
Dean nodded his head sharply and their food arrived shortly after. Dean picked it up and they walked out to his car without a word.
xXx
"You're not going to say anything?" Dean said, breaking the silence.
"You mean that a Winchester wants to talk about his feelings?" Harry questioned and Dean snorted. "Never thought I would see the day but at the same time. You don't want me saying anything to Sam so I can't see this going far-"
"That's not what I meant or I wouldn't have kissed you," Dean cut in and Harry chuckled.
"I'm sure you don't want John to know," Harry pressed.
"Dad doesn't know a lot about me," Dean exclaimed. "If it's not about hunting then he doesn't want to hear it."
"That's coming from a bitter place," Harry remarked. "Your father cares about you and Sam more than you give him credit for. It's that Winchester trap of not talking about feelings-"
"Or the fact that our feelings normally come out in rage."
Harry gave him that point and they fell into silence before Dean reached out and placed his hand on Harry's knee. The other man didn't brush him off and the silence was more comfortable after that.
xXx
"Yeah?" John called out at the knock on his door.
Harry strolled into the room and closed the door behind him. John placed his book to the side and took in the man before him. He still looked a little pale and tired but a lot better.
"What happened with Dean's car?" Harry asked as he stepped over to the bed that John was seated on.
"I had it towed to a friend's place," John replied. "He owns a junk yard. I'm sure that he could use the parts since the car isn't worth saving."
Harry frowned and pulled out a leather bag from his pocket and threw it towards him. John caught it easily and opened it up to see gold coins. A lot of gold coins. He picked one out and looked at the strange design and Latin writing around the edge. It had a fair amount of weight to the coin.
"That should cover it," Harry said as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Pure gold. I'm sure you know where to cash them in."
"Did you raid a hoard or something?" John uttered as he judged the worth of the coin in his hand.
"Luckily some connections stuck," Harry said with a lopsided grin. "I still have access to my bank account back in my world."
"How is that possible?" John uttered in disbelief.
"Magic," Harry said with a shrug, "goblins. I'm sure that they are used to witches and wizards disappearing to all sorts of places. This way they can still make a profit and that there may still an open connection to my world."
John just stared at him and Harry quirked a smile. John looked into the small leather bag and then up ended it on the bed and looked at the gold.
"This would be enough to buy a new car," John said.
"I want Dean's car fixed," Harry insisted.
"Why?"
"He loves that car," Harry remarked.
John gave him a long stare with a frown on his brow before he slowly nodded.
"Very well," John consented. "I'll make sure that it gets fixed for him."
xXx
"You boys take care," John announced as he stood next to his truck about a week later.
"And you Dad," Dean said awkwardly.
"Just hug already," Harry called out and Dean quirked a smile.
John laughed and pulled Dean into a tight hug before giving Sam one as well. He stepped back and took in everything about his sons. Committing it to memory before glancing over to Harry leaning back on a non-descript rental car.
"Look after my boys," John warned.
"I'm expecting them to look after me," Harry quipped. "Been a while since I've had a servant to carry out my every whim."
"Don't look at me then," Dean snapped back. "Sam is more the servant type."
"Am not," Sam argued, sounding like when he was a kid.
John gave a chuckle and the brothers stared at him. This more carefree John was taking time to get used to. Since their mother's death, laughter had been in short supply in the Winchester family. John had always been serious but their mother's death had pulled that further out of him. He'd pulled a cloak of armour around himself and it looked like Harry had chipped away at that.
"Try not to kill him," John cautioned his boys. "I still need him."
"So nice to be wanted," Harry drawled.
John gave a wave before he slipped into his truck and pulled out. The brother's watched him drive away as they stood there before they turned to look at Harry.
"Are you leaving as well?" Sam asked.
"No," Harry said simply and Dean shifted.
"I wouldn't mind staying in a few more high-end hotels," Dean remarked.
"Are you paying?" Harry questioned.
"Ha!" Dean laughed.
xXx
"Is there a reason that you are driving us out to the middle of nowhere?" Dean asked.
"I didn't want to make a mess of the hotel room," Harry replied, mildly.
Dean glanced over the seat at his brother in the back of the roomy rental car.
"This won't involve blood and torture, will it?" Dean questioned.
"Probably blood at least," Harry said with a shrug and pulled down a dirt road.
"You're making me nervous, man."
"Just relax," Harry said and glanced over at him with a smile on his lips.
Harry parked to the side of the road and stepped out. He started walking and the Winchesters fell in behind him. Dean's eyes strayed to the man's behind.
"What are you doing?" Sam whispered and Dean started.
"What?" Dean questioned.
Sam gave him a look that Dean knew well. Dean ignored him as they came out into a clearing. Harry stopped and pulled out a knife from his belt. Dean loved Harry's knives. They were super sharp and had intricate designs craved into the folded metal in a way that he'd never seen before. When Dean had asked what they were made from. Harry had smiled and said Goblin made. Dean wanted one but knew they were from Harry's world.
Harry let the knife rest on his palm and then the knife was floating up into the air. Dean had to stop himself from reaching for his gun as his eyes locked on that knife as it floated there.
"You can do it to!" Sam exclaimed.
"Of course, I can," Harry said with a snort. "I have magic."
Harry waved them forward as he let his other hand drop. Dean passed his hand over and under the knife. Harry watched at him in amusement as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Looking for a wire? Really?" Sam chuckled. "We have seen this before."
"Take it Sam," Harry offered as he stepped back.
Sam grasped the handle. He expected some type of resistance but it was just like picking up a knife from a table. He looked at the blade then Harry.
"What do you want me to do?" Sam asked.
"That knife is made with magic," Harry said. "It has a core in the handle that can help to channel magic. If you have powers leaning this way. That knife is a good starting point."
Harry then pulled out a stick of wood and Dean snorted as he looked at it.
"A wand?" Dean muttered. "Really?"
"Sure," Harry said and flicked it.
Dean yelped as he felt something wrap around his ankle then he was upside down in the air.
"Hey!" Dean yelled and tried to grab for his gun.
Sam laughed as Dean felt something wrap around his wrist and he couldn't grab his gun. He'd felt something similar when he'd been thrown around by demons. He glared over at Harry and the man gave him such a smirk that he could feel himself responding. Harry flicked the wand again and Dean turned right way up. He was set back on the ground carefully. He could move once again and he had to stop himself from reacting. Though at that moment he wasn't sure which way that he would react.
"What about that stick then?" Sam asked. "Shouldn't I be trying with that?"
"You can't use this," Harry commented. "You would have better luck with that knife."
"And what am I supposed to do?"
"Cut your hand first," Harry ordered. "Just enough to draw blood."
Sam glanced at Dean before running the blade down his palm with a wince. Then started when he noticed that his skin didn't look cut under the blood. He frowned and stared at his bloody palm in confusion.
"How?" Sam uttered.
"Magic," Harry announced with a grin. "Now hold both hands out with your palms up with the blade resting on them."
Sam did and looked at Harry for the next instruction. Harry closed the distance and placed his palms under his.
"Now focus on the blade," Harry whispered. "Close your eyes and focus on just the blade. Feel it in your hands. The weight of it then imagine that it's slowly floating up."
Sam sighed and closed his eyes and tried to follow the directions but his mind was holding him back. Harry's hands were warm under his then they were gone. He started and opened his eyes. The blade was still there.
"You are holding yourself back," Harry commented.
"I…I'm not sure that I really want this part of myself," Sam stuttered.
"Fair enough," Harry said mildly and took the blade from his hand and held it up with his fingertips. "But this proves that you could do it."
Sam stared at that blade and noticed the faint red lines within the design. He slowly realised what it was. His blood and he gasped.
"That was your plan," Sam panted. "It wasn't about floating the knife."
"You are a hunter, Sam." Harry said softly. "Anything supernatural must be killed."
"Except present company," Dean added and Harry gave him a grin. "So, Sammy has magic?"
"In a matter of speaking," Harry sighed with a frown. "But magic is strange in this world. It's either a wisp of it or a river."
"Which is our Sammy?" Dean questioned.
"A dam," Harry stated.
"Damned?" Sam uttered.
"No, a dam," Harry corrected. "Like the river is being held back and if you don't learn to slowly let it out-"
"Then it will be a flood," Dean cut in.
"Is that what the demon was hoping to achieve?" Sam broached. "Using us as wells of power?"
"That's an interesting thought," Harry mused.
Harry flipped the knife in his hand and then threw it toward Dean before either brother could move.
"No!" Sam yelled and threw out his hand and suddenly the knife altered course and hit the ground with a clatter.
"Really?" Dean demanded of Harry. "And I liked you."
Harry chuckled and just walked over and picked up the knife as Sam panted.
"I don't like your lessons," Sam grumbled.
Harry held the knife out to Dean and he took it in his hand. Harry took a few steps back and held his hands out. Dean felt the perfect weight of the knife in his hand. He held it up with the tip of the blade between his fingers.
"Dean, you can't be serious," Sam reasoned.
"Well he threw it at me first," Dean whined.
"You are not children."
Harry just chuckled and Dean threw the knife. Sam threw his hand out but the knife just hit Harry in the leg. The man swore and pulled it loose.
"Damn," Dean swore. "Sorry, man."
Harry then held the knife up and Dean tensed at the glint in the man's eyes.
"Ah," Dean said with his hands up. "I'm not liking this game anymore."
"Harry," Sam tried to reason. "There must be a better way to do this."
"Sure," Harry said mildly. "But what's the fun in that."
Harry threw the knife at Sam this time and he quickly ducked. The knife sailed over his head and hit the ground. Sam felt rage run through him as he grabbed up the knife and threw it at Harry with a yell. The knife tumbled through the air then just stopped. Harry had his hand out before him and Sam could feel something on the air.
Then the knife was tumbling back towards him.
Sam threw up a hand and that rage flowed forward. The knife headed back toward Harry then paused. Both Sam and Harry had their hands up now with the knife between them. Sam panted harshly and could fee blood trickling down his lip from his nose as he pushed on the knife. He zoned in on Harry and everything that he'd bottled up bubbled to the surface. All his fears transferring to rage.
"Holy fuck," Dean gasped as he watched the two. "That is nuts."
Sam then lost his concentration and the knife hurdled back towards him. He ducked but Harry stopped the knife in mid-air. It slowly floated back towards the shorter man and he tucked it away. Harry then limped towards him and Sam quickly stood. He faced the other man and felt that fear come back to him. He'd felt that power both his own and the man before him. Harry then reached into his jacket and pulled out a cloth and held it out.
Sam just looked at it blankly.
"You're bleeding," Harry remarked with an old look in his eyes. "That is not a natural power that you have."
Sam took the cloth and wiped up the blood from his nose and hand as Harry looked at him with a frown.
"We may have to drain that power off," Harry remarked.
"I'm concerned with what that may involve," Sam complained. "Since your lessons involve throwing a knife around."
"No one got hurt," Harry reasoned with a grin.
"You got stabbed in the leg," Dean deadpanned.
"Just a scratch," Harry said. "How about lunch?"
"You think about food as much as Dean thinks about Pies," Sam grumbled.
"Pies are food," Dean argued. "Delicious food."