Harry stepped out his car in relief when they arrived since they'd been on the road since yesterday. He stretched his back as the brothers spoke over the hood of the rental car. He let them have that moment as he walked towards the restaurant. He stepped into the cosy place and quickly had a table for three. He was happy to see the mug of coffee when the waitress set it down with a smile.

He leaned back in his chair and just let his eyes and senses take in that place. A woman at the back of the room caught his eye and she gave him a smile. He tensed when she stood and made her way towards him with a sway to her hips.

"Hi, love." The woman greeted. "This seat taken?"

"Depends if you want to face two guns when the Winchesters walk through that door," Harry replied as he raised an eyebrow in question.

The woman paused at those words and glanced through the glass windows. She turned back to him with a ruby smile and a glint in her eyes.

"The Winchesters, hey?" The woman purred but didn't take a seat. "I thought you worked alone."

Harry shrugged, "sometimes."

"My master wasn't pleased," the woman continued. "But perhaps we can work out a deal."

Harry sat forward in his seat and pegged the woman with a hard stare.

"I hope that deal doesn't involve another Winchester," Harry threatened. "For I am not in a good mood."

The woman pulled back at that while her eyes darted from the brothers outside to him. Harry rubbed his fingertips together and small sparks flew. The woman swallowed slowly at the display. The demons were still trying to work out which way to take him and the woman before him was only a low-level demon.

"He knows that he has the Colt," the woman stated. "He's willing to make a deal-"

"The Colt is not mine to deal," Harry warned as he sat up in his chair. "Tell your master that I am getting fed up with him. If he makes a move on any Winchester then I will make him regret it. Am I clear?"

Harry flicked a spark towards the woman and she flinched back.

"Yes," she whispered and bowed her head. "I will tell him, sir."

Her eyes darted over when Dean and Sam entered and she quickly walked away. Dean's eyes tracked her before they locked on him. Harry noticed his hand slip down to his side while he pulled out his phone and rang John.

"Yeah?" John answered.

"A demon just saw me," Harry told him. "The Yellow-eyed demon wants the Colt-"

"Is everyone okay?" John cut in. "What happened?"

"That Colt may not be worth the trouble it will bring," Harry warned. "Everyone is fine."

"It works," John exclaimed as Dean and Sam sat down.

"And when you run out of bullets?" Harry questioned. "They know you have it and he's on your tail. There are more demons then bullets in that gun, John."

"Where are you?"

Harry gave him the address of the restaurant as Dean and Sam sat on edge.

"I'm about a day and a half away," John said.

"Get to somewhere safe and stay there," Harry told him. "I've got a bad feeling."

John went silent for a second, "okay."

"Call me when you get to a safe house," Harry warned. "And watch your back."

John hung up and Harry looked at the phone with a frown. He could feel something churning in his stomach and he didn't like it. He tapped his phone on the table in thought.

"What have you got a bad feeling about?" Sam asked as the silence stretched.

Harry looked up at the brothers and they drew back from him slightly. He sighed and picked up his coffee as he sat back in his seat.

"A demon just saw me," Harry explained and Dean's hand disappeared under the table. "That was your father I was speaking to. The Yellow-eyed demon wants the Colt. They tried to offer me a deal."

"What kind of deal?" Dean questioned.

"I didn't listen that long," Harry said, with a hard edge to his tone. "I don't make deals with demons. Nothing is free."

"What?"

"Nothing is free there is always something else attached," Harry said. "Deals with demons are the same."

"Like giving up your soul," Sam muttered.

"It's not your soul that's the problem," Harry said with intense eyes. "It's what they do to it. Never make a deal with a demon about anything."

Harry then picked up the menu and had a look.

"You feel like food now?" Sam asked. "After that speech?"

"Sure," Harry replied.

Dean just laid a hand on his knee under the table and Harry looked up. Their eyes locked and Harry paused at the expression that he saw there. He wasn't sure that his speech had sunk in. He just hoped that it didn't need practical experience for the lesson to stick.

xXx

When they finished up lunch they walked back out to their cars. Harry leaned back on his rental as the brothers looked at him. They were at a crossroads.

"Can you handle what's breaking into those houses?" Harry questioned. "While I head towards were your father is going?"

"No," Dean stated. "We stick together."

"Okay," Harry agreed. "I'll drop this car off and I'll ride with you then."

"Where are we going?" Sam asked.

"We keep going with our plan," Dean said. "Deal with what's killing these people then head towards Dad. You know where he'll be heading Sammy and these killings are on the way."

"Can't say I've heard that before," Harry muttered. "'These killings are on the way'. You know this world is a new level of strange."

Dean chuckled at that but the plan had been made. Dean wouldn't admit it but he would feel better with Harry in the car with them.

xXx

Harry sprawled out in the back seat of Dean's car with a few books around him while he waited for the brothers to finish up at the house. He'd let them do their thing while he looked into what this thing could be. So far, he hadn't narrowed it down as much as he'd been hoping. It could be a demon, a spirit, some type of were-animal or even a type of silkie.

Harry wasn't putting money on what just yet. He placed the book to the side and picked up his laptop to see if he could find a link between the victims. He looked over when Sam and Dean stepped out of the house and headed towards him. His eyes lingered on Dean dressed up in a suit. It changed his whole look as the brothers settled into the car.

"Any luck?" Harry questioned.

"Whatever came into the house," Sam reported. "It just appeared then ripped out the bloke's throat and disappeared."

"Didn't even damage anything," Dean added.

"Like the way that I appear?" Harry questioned.

"Yeah, seems like." Sam agreed. "The victim didn't even have time to defend himself."

"Sounds like a spirit," Harry muttered as he picked up one of the books. "But these victims seem random. They all worked for different companies and there is nothing else to tie them together. Only thing that they have in common is the fact that they are male."

"Well," Dean announced. "Next one you can do your thing for the place is up for lease."

Harry nodded as he clipped his seatbelt in and Dean pulled out into traffic. They soon parked outside an apartment building and they stepped out of the car. Dean pressed the buzzer and asked the manger if they could see the apartment.

"Sure," the man said over the intercom. "Level two and it's number twenty-eight. If you have any questions come and see me in unit one."

They were buzzed in and Harry looked around in interest. The building had a lift and they walked that way and headed up in silence. They stepped out on level two and headed toward number twenty-eight. Dean reached out and the door opened before them.

"Is that normal?" Harry asked. "To just leave it open?"

"Landlord is probably too lazy," Dean remarked as they stepped into the apartment. "And there's nothing to steal."

Harry nodded as he carefully opened his senses to everything around him. The brothers stood back and let him focus as he walked through the apartment. He paused in the kitchen and placed his hand on the bench. He could pick up something as he touched on a spot on the bench and he closed his eyes. He tried to tap into that feeling as he stood there.

He felt annoyed and a little on edge. Ally had come to see him at work to break it off. He sighed and looked out the window at the dark night and could hear the noise from the couple in the apartment above him. He tilted his head back and stared up at the ceiling then he heard a scuff. His eyes darted back down to see a bear before him. He yelled out as the beast focused on him with sharp brown eyes. The animal pulled its paw back and he yelled out but couldn't move. That paw slammed into the side of his head. He fell to the side and didn't feel it as the beast came down and crushed his skull.

Harry jolted out of the vision as his hand darted up to his face. He breathed in ruggedly as the brothers gave him a second. He could still feel that lingering pain in his head and the last moments of the man's death.

"It was a bear," Harry said as he braced his hands on the bench and tried to shake the vision. "It just appeared and it was solid."

"Are you okay?" Dean asked softly.

"Yeah," Harry said as he looked at the bench. "Just give me a minute."

Dean grabbed his shoulder briefly before the two went to look around the rest of the apartment. Harry just let his mind settle. There was always something disturbing about seeing your own death even if it wasn't really his own.

"Do we know anything about his girlfriend?" Harry called. "Her name is Ally."

"That's our next stop," Sam called out.

Harry took a walk around the small apartment but didn't pick up anything else. They quickly finished up and made their way back down to Dean's car. They piled back in with Harry in the back again.

"There must be something between these people," Sam said.

"I get the feeling that it's a nature spirit," Harry said as he picked up a book. "But whether its working for someone or just itself might be the question."

"You think someone might be controlling it?" Dean asked.

"What would that take, Sam?" Harry countered. "You have a book back here about nature spirits, don't you?"

"Yeah," Sam replied and shifted around. "I think it's under Dean's seat."

Harry scrambled around until he pulled out three books. He looked at the covers until he found the one that he was after.

"Native American?" Harry mused. "They use totems, yeah?"

"They can do," Sam answered. "But what links the victims?"

Harry sat back in his seat as he looked through the book.

"How much of what you do is proven and how much is speculation?" Harry asked.

"Bit of both really," Sam said.

"Should we be speaking to a native American chief or something? This is a little out of my depth."

"We'll talk to the ex-girlfriend first," Dean decided.

Harry nodded and read through the book before him and could compare a lot of it to the fairies and sprites of his world. That was the way it worked here as Dean pulled up at the girlfriend's house. Harry wound the window down as he settled in and let the brother's do their thing.

xXx

"Well, that was a bust," Dean announced when he settled back in the driver's seat. "Girlfriend knew nothing."

"What now?" Harry asked as he sat up in the back.

"Hotel?" Dean questioned.

"Sure," Harry answered as he flicked through the book in his lap.

They pulled up out the front of a motel and stepped out of the car. Dean went to walk towards the reception but Harry grabbed Sam's arm to stop him.

"What?" Sam asked as Dean paused.

"Why don't you collect some food, Dean?" Harry requested and Dean slowly nodded. "I'll book the hotel room."

"Sure," Dean replied. "Burgers?"

"Sure," Harry agreed.

Dean gave him a frown before getting back in the car and leaving Sam and Harry on the sidewalk.

"Do you mind if I book one room?" Harry questioned and Sam frowned.

"Um, sure." Sam stuttered. "I've shared enough rooms with Dean unless you plan on well you know-"

"Nothing like that, Sam." Harry said in amusement. "Just thought it would be easier."

"Then yes," Sam answered.

Harry nodded and walked towards the reception then stopped when Sam grabbed his arm this time.

"Will Dad be okay?" Sam questioned.

"I'll check on him once we're settled," Harry told him and Sam looked around. "What's on your mind, Sam?"

"Could I do what you do?"

"No," Harry answered. "You don't hold the same magic that I do."

Sam nodded with a frown and when Sam didn't say anything else. Harry walked towards the reception and booked into a room on the corner of the lot. They took their time to walk down the block of units to the right room. Harry opened it up and looked around.

"Not too bad," Harry commented. "Mid-seventies porno. I'm sure that Dean will like it"

Sam snorted a laugh and looked at him in amusement.