John's mind drifted as he drove along the road. It had been a while since he'd seen another car and he was hoping to get to Bobby's late tomorrow. He frowned when his car lights lit up a hitchhiker and he slowed down while he pulled over. The man headed towards his car and John wound his window down.

"Room for one more?" Harry asked with a smirk. "I'm sure I can pay my way?"

"Get in," John said. "I could use the company."

Harry walked around the car and John picked up the Colt from the passenger seat. Harry slipped into the car and John held the gun out to him.

"What do you want me to do with this?" Harry questioned as he opened the glovebox to see a pistol already in there.

"You could always consider carrying one," John told him as he pulled back out onto the empty road.

"You trying to adopt me?" Harry laughed as he carefully placed the Colt in the glovebox with the other gun and closed it up. "Fully make me one of the Winchesters?"

"And curse my family? We're already cursed enough, Harry."

Harry laughed and John felt lighter with the man beside him. They drove for a while in silence which John didn't mind. He knew that Harry would get around to telling him why he was there in time.

"So, Sam and Dean have picked up a job," Harry announced, breaking the silence as John knew he would. "Then we are heading towards your location. I'm assuming they know where you're going since they haven't told me."

"You sound a little bitter there," John remarked.

"Nah," Harry said as he sprawled out in his seat. "I'm guessing it's another hunter. Cone of silence and all that around hunters."

"Yeah," John agreed and glanced at the man beside him. "Something on your mind, Harry?"

"Lots," Harry muttered.

John waited for more but it didn't come and they fell back into silence. He could tell that something was bothering the other man but also that he didn't want to talk about it.

xXx

"Aha!" Harry exclaimed. "Got it!"

"What?" Dean yelped as he woke suddenly from the bed. "Got what? I haven't got anything!"

Sam just rubbed his face, from his own bed, as he looked at his brother before focusing on Harry. He placed the book that he'd been reading to the side.

"They all worked on the same work site," Harry said from the table. "All sub-contractors. They must have decided to build on a native American holy ground or something."

Sam walked over to him and Harry turned his computer around for him to see. Dean just shifted to the side of the bed as he ran his hands through his hair while he tried to wake up.

"How do we stop it then?" Dean demanded. "There could be countless people that have worked there."

"More than that," Sam said and showed Dean the computer screen. "They are building a shopping centre and housing estate."

"What have they started on first?"

"The houses," Sam said. "That's where we have to start."

Harry tapped his fingers on the table in thought.

"I want to check out the reservation first," Harry remarked as he leaned back in his chair. "Put my talents to use."

"Magic," Dean muttered as he stood. "Let's go then."

"It would be worth seeing an elder," Sam agreed. "This does seem a little out of our depth."

"Road trip then," Harry announced. "I'll drive."

xXx

Harry pulled the car over to the side of the road and got out. He walked down the road for a little while before stopping as Sam and Dean caught up with him. He held the keys out to Dean whom took them in his hand.

"Why'd you stop?" Dean questioned. "The reservation is further along the road."

"No, it's not," Harry stated as he waved his hand. "It starts right here."

"And why did we stop here?" Dean repeated.

"You can keep going," Harry muttered as he crouched down and touched the ground. "I'll wait here."

"For what?" Sam asked with a frown.

"Come on, Sam." Dean ordered and walked back towards the car. "Let him do his magic thing without us around."

"What?" Sam uttered. "Dean?"

Dean waved over his shoulder before walking back to the car and slipping into the driver's seat. He drove the car up to them and gave Sam a grin.

"You coming?" Dean questioned. "Or are you going to walk?"

Sam looked between Dean and Harry before, with a shrug, he opened the car door and they drove on. Dean waved his hand out the window as Harry pulled out his knife and sliced into his hand. He let his blood hit the ground before standing. He slipped his knife away and waited.

Caw!

Harry regarded the crow in the tree as it stared at him with beady eyes. The bird hopped down the branch as Harry stood there.

"And what can we do for you?"

Harry started and turned to the man leaning again a tree. Dark eyes took him in as the crow shifted. Harry was sure that he caught a glimpse of a wolf to his right and he had the feeling of being watched by more eyes then he could see.

"Would it be possible for a spirit animal to kill?" Harry questioned.

"What?" The man uttered and pushed off from the tree. "No names? Straight to the questions?"

"Do you remember your name?" Harry questioned in interest and the man chuckled.

"I suppose," the man said. "Why is the Master of Death interested in spirit animals?"

"For one may be killing people," Harry answered.

"Probably for good reason."

"Unless someone is controlling it."

"Only one of my children could do such a thing."

Harry crossed his arms over his chest as he assessed the man before him. He knew he wasn't a real man but the land in a manifested form. The same way that the crow in the tree and the glimpses of animals in the woods around him were as well.

"And the shopping centre and housing development?"

"Human matters," the man said and waved his hand in dismissal.

Harry nodded his head as he uncrossed his arms and held his hand out. The man stepped forward and took his offered hand. Harry felt the wind through his hair and the howl in the distance. Drums lifted up with signing voices before he let the man's hand go. He looked into those old brown eyes as the man gave him a smile and faded away.

Caw!

"Yeah, yeah." Harry muttered as he waved at the animal. "I'm going."

xXx

The lights flickered briefly making Harry sit back in his seat while he tensed. He'd headed back to the motel since he knew that Dean and Sam would make their own way back. He'd stopped at the library and picked up a few books on the way back. Which he had scattered across the table before him. He pulled out his wand and stood. He then relaxed when a Reaper appeared in the room and glanced around. The woman was new to the position as she bowed her head.

"Master," she whispered.

"Why are you here?" Harry demanded as he fingered his wand. "I didn't call you."

"I knew you were here," she explained, "and looking into these deaths."

"And you are the Reaper that took their souls?" Harry questioned as he tilted his head.

"Yes, sir." She said. "My name is Becca."

"Nice to meet you," Harry intoned and held his hand out and they shook. "Why have you come here?"

"These people are dying before their times," Becca stated. "I do my job but I can tell that something is wrong."

"Tell me," Harry requested as he slipped his wand away.

"There is a different magic at play," Becca said.

"Nature magic?"

"Yes."

Harry frowned at that and didn't know enough. This bear spirit was different. He'd known that the moment that he'd seen that memory.

"It's the house," Becca stated. "The ground is wrong."

"The native people are not claiming it," Harry stated. "I spoke to them."

"Someone has claimed it," Becca told him, then bowed his head. "Anything else, Master?"

"No," Harry sighed and the woman disappeared.

Harry looked at the table then over to the door when he heard a car pull up. He pulled out his wand and focused on the door. The handle jingled before it was pushed open and Sam stood there with Dean behind him. The tall man stopped when he saw him then his hand slipped down to his gun.

"What?" Sam demanded as he stepped into the room.

"Nothing," Harry replied as he placed his wand away.

"Odd for you to be jumpy," Sam remarked as Dean glanced around the room.

"It looks like we are dealing with a native American spirit animal," Harry reported as he picked up a book. "It looks like it's tied to the ground and may not be to a person."

"The elder that we spoke to said that their people did live where this new shopping mall and housing development is being built," Sam added. "But he couldn't recall any spiritual connection."

Harry glanced over the books on the table in thought.

"I think we need to see this house," Harry said.

"And the bear?" Dean asked. "Do we fight it like a normal spirit?"

"I guess," Sam answered as Harry shrugged a shoulder.

"This is a bear that we are taking about," Dean grumbled.

"We have to work out which house," Sam added. "Since none of the victims have been killed at the site."

"I would imagine that it's the one that all the victims worked on," Dean countered.

Harry reached into his jacket's pocket and pulled out a leather wallet and held it up. Dean and Sam looked at the FBI warrant card that he held up in interest.

"It's my turn," Harry stated.

"That's a good copy," Dean remarked with a frown. "But I wouldn't have your real name on it."

"It's not a copy," Harry remarked as he held it out.

"What?" Dean squeaked and took the wallet and pulled the card out. "Well fuck."

"Do you think that you hunters don't cause waves," Harry laughed. "That the government is just oblivious to what's out there?"

"Yeah," Dean answered. "Don't see them helping us."

"Dean," Harry sighed as he ran his hand through his messy hair. "Tell me something. How many people have you killed, whether they were monsters or demons or whatever? You drive the same car, which is easy to remember. You use fake IDs and for some reason the law doesn't pick up on that?"

"That's how good we are," Dean said smugly but Sam had a frown on his brow.

"That's how good they are," Harry countered as he picked the id from Dean's fingers. "They found me quickly enough."

"The FBI is in on this?" Sam uttered.

"Just one department but they have deep pockets," Harry replied. "Now, I'll go and speak to the development agency and find out the information that we need."

"Harry," Dean called and Harry turned back at the door. "You know how to blow someone's mind."

"That's what I'm here for," Harry laughed. "To broaden your horizons and enjoy the dumbstruck expressions on your faces."

Harry gave them a wink before walking out the door and to the rental car. He touched the door and it clicked open and he slipped into the driver's side. He pulled out into the traffic and headed to the head office of HAM Developments. He pulled up at a nice-looking office building and walked straight through like he owned the place.

"Can I help you, sir?" The woman on the desk asked and Harry held up his ID.

"Would the boss be in?" Harry asked with a smile. "I have a few questions."

"I'll just ring up," the woman replied and Harry leaned on the desk while he waited.

xXx

"FBI," Dean muttered as he added a quarter to the magic fingers and leaned back with a sigh. "He has a point, Sam."

"Yeah," Sam grumbled as he idly flicked through a book before him.

"And I thought we were just smarter," Dean complained.

"It does kind of makes sense," Sam added.

"Yeah," Dean agreed as he sprawled out on the bed as it buzzed.

Someone knocked on the door before Harry opened it up and walked in. He glanced over at Dean and the magic fingers before flicking him a quarter and Sam groaned. Harry gave him a grin.

"House number 2030," Harry announced as he headed to the mini fridge. "They all worked on that house."

"Only that house?" Sam questioned.

"They worked on others but that is the only house that all the victims worked on and there are others on that list," Harry replied as he handed Sam a beer and stepped over and held another one out to Dean.

"Thanks, man." Dean said and Harry added another quarter to the box beside the bed.

"Stop feeding his sick fetish," Sam complained.

"I'm classing this as foreplay," Harry laughed and Sam screwed up his face.

"Dude!" Sam yelped.