"Looks normal enough," Dean remarked as they looked at the house before them. "Just like all the other houses on this street. Are you sure that this is the one?"

"Yep," Harry answered.

"Does it feel different?" Dean asked in interest.

"Not that I can tell."

"What do we do then?" Sam questioned. "We don't have bones to burn."

"House then?" Dean questioned. "Or do we start digging up the yard in the hope that we find bear bones?"

"First we have to find out if the spirit is tied here," Harry pointed out.

"Right," Dean agreed as he pumped his shot gun. "Time to face the homicidal spirit bear."

Harry snorted at that and pulled out his wand. They carefully approached the house. It looked like it was the display home for the estate. It was complete as Dean crouched down and picked the lock on the door. He pushed the door open and when nothing jumped out at them they walked into the entrance hall.

"Kind of nice," Harry remarked. "In a cookie cutter kind of way."

"Fully decked out as well," Dean mentioned as they took in the furniture. "Move in ready."

"Are you going to do your thing?" Sam questioned Harry.

"I'm really not picking up anything," Harry admitted. "I'll have a look upstairs first."

"Right," Dean said as Harry headed up the stairs before him. "Well, Sammy?"

Sam shrugged and they started looking around as they pulled out their EMFs. The downstairs was made up of the kitchen, two living areas and an office. It was all fitted out as they walked into the living room.

"Bedrooms must be upstairs," Sam commented. "I don't see a door to a basement. All very normal."

"Yeah," Dean agreed as they looked around the living room.

Suddenly the EMF went off in their hands before they heard a roar.

"Harry!" Dean yelled out as a bear appeared before them.

xXx

Harry run down the stairs at Dean's call just as the hunter pulled his gun around and fired. The salt slammed into the beast and it howled before it disappeared. Harry hurried into the living room with his wand out but the animal was gone. The Winchesters kept their guns up and ready.

Then the EMF went off.

Harry flicked his head to the side but it was too late as the paw came down towards him. He flinched back which saved him from the paw but not from tripping over the coffee table. He yelped as he went down then yelled out when the bear followed him down. A paw came down hard on his chest and he felt something crack as the bear roared. Harry tried to pull breath into his lungs as his hands grabbed at fur. He almost panicked as spots danced in front of his eyes as he tried to focus his mind.

Bang!

Harry grunted as the full weight of the beast landed on him before it disappeared. He rolled to the side then coughed as blood came up.

"Harry!" Dean yelled out.

Harry peered up then grunted as he quickly rolled to the side. The bear landed next to him with a growl. Harry scrambled the best he could across the floor as he gasped. He managed to focus his mind enough to throw up his hand as he cast a powerful charm to still the beast. He coughed again as warm blood filled his mouth while the bear stood frozen.

"Hurry up!" Harry gasped as his hand shook.

He could feel his vision tunnelling as he tried to hold the spell as he hugged his ribs. He crouched against the wall as Dean held up a shotgun and pulled the trigger. The bear slipped his spell enough to evade the shot and threw out a paw towards Dean. Harry yelled out and felt blood slipping down his face. He poured more power into his spell and the bear froze again as he shook. His vision darkened briefly and he used his other hand to brace himself on the floor.

Bang!

Harry lost the spell as his other hand hit the ground. He spat blood out onto the carpet before peering up. Sam threw the salt and fuel forward before lighting it up. The bear turned into a giant flaming tower as Harry tried to stagger to his feet. Then the world tilted on him as his vision darkened completely. He didn't feel it when he hit the ground.

xXx

"Harry!" Dean yelped as the man went down. "Sam!"

Sam whipped his head around and cursed. He ran across the room towards Harry while Dean kept the gun on the flaming bear. The animal screamed before with a dark puff it disappeared. Dean dashed across the room and took in Harry as the man struggled to breath.

"We've got to get him to the hospital," Sam said quickly.

Dean and Sam quickly hauled Harry up between them as they took in the mess around them. Between the blood, damaged furniture and the burned carpet he was sure that someone would have called the police. Not to mention the gun shots. Dean couldn't think of that now as they dragged Harry towards the front door. They hurried their pace when they heard distant sirens.

"You drive Sam," Dean said as he fumbled the keys.

Sam nodded sharply as they managed to get Harry into the car. Dean slipped in beside the shorter man and took in the blood on his face and clothes. Sam started the car just as Harry groaned and flicked his eyes open.

"Harry," Dean whispered and touched his face and dazed green eyes looked at him. "You with us?"

"Do I have to," Harry grunted then coughed.

Dean winced at the blood that spattered over Harry's hand and the floor. Dean grabbed up a towel and held it out.

"Sorry," Harry whispered as he took the towel and coughed again with a groan. "Damn bear."

Dean just rubbed his shoulder as Harry tried to control his breathing. The harsh and wet sound went right through Dean while Harry leaned back with a wince. He could tell that the other man was in a fair amount of pain. Dean had been there before. Being beaten up by a spirit or something else in their line of work was bad enough but a five-hundred-kilogram bear was something else.

"Damn coffee table," Harry suddenly muttered.

Dean snorted as everything he was feeling came out in that sound.

"You're going to blame the coffee table?"

"Yes," Harry grumbled then paled. "Pull over!"

Sam swerved and Harry quickly pulled at his seat belt. The man stumbled from the car and landed hard on the ground as he threw up. Dean hovered in concern at the amount of blood.

"Sam," Dean called. "Can you get him a bottle from the boot?"

Harry kept throwing up for a while, bile and blood mixing together. Sam carefully crouched down and held the water out.

"We're not far from the hospital," Sam told him as Harry washed his mouth out.

Harry nodded as he bowed his head with one arm wrapped around his ribs as he knelt on the ground.

"Can you get my bag?" Harry requested.

Dean quickly grabbed the bag from the boot and brought it over. Harry pawed through it for a while. Ignoring the blood that he was leaving behind before he pulled out a leather pouch. He opened it up and Dean could see coloured vials. Harry slipped one out before he downed it then looked at the others. His fingers paused on one before he took that one as well.

"We go to a hotel," Harry stated. "I'll be fine."

"What?" Dean yelped. "You just threw up blood and have broken ribs and god only knows what else!"

"I'll be fine," Harry repeated and tried to push himself up.

Sam grabbed his arm and helped him up. Harry hissed as he got his feet under him. Dean crossed his arms over his chest and stared him down with a glare.

"We're taking you to a hospital," Dean stated.

"No," Harry countered with his own glare.

"Why not?" Sam pressed.

"I can't face the Reapers," Harry said so softly that Dean almost missed it.

Dean felt the blood drain from his face and cold ice slide down his back. He didn't argue after that as they got Harry back to the car and settled. Sam picked his bag up and placed it in the back with Dean. They were back on the road again but the air was tense in the car. The first motel they came to Dean quickly hired a room.

xXx

"We need to take him to a hospital, Dean." Sam hissed outside the motel room. "That bear crushed his chest!"

They had set Harry up before Sam had dragged Dean outside.

"What do you want me to do!" Dean exclaimed, "we can't force him."

"And if it was me?" Sam pressed.

"I would haul your ass to the hospital," Dean growled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Sam could tell that he looked tore and he could also see that Dean wanted nothing more than to drag Harry to the hospital but he was holding himself back. Sam opened his mouth then paused at the look in Dean's eyes.

"What?" Sam whispered.

"The Reapers would come to him," Dean said softly as his eyes darted to the door behind him.

"Why?"

"For he is the Master of Death," Dean said. "They can sense it."

Sam nodded sharply as he looked at that closed door and they were at a stalemate.

"Why don't you go and pick us up some food?" Dean suggested and Sam nodded.

"Yeah, okay."

Sam walked away and Dean watched him for a minute before walking back into the motel room. He looked at Harry seated against the headboard of the bed with his head tilted back. Dean crept forward and sat down on the side of the bed. He gently eased Harry's shirt up and took in the bruises and the unnatural way that his chest looked. He touched on the spot that the bear had landed and ran his fingers along what he could feel.

"Broke a few," Harry whispered and Dean looked up. "It will heal."

"It doesn't look good," Dean mentioned as his fingers wandered.

Harry captured his hand before bringing it up and kissing the back of it. Dean's eyes locked on him and the glint there. He gave him a soft smile and Dean felt his stomach clench at the expression. Then Harry's phone rang.

Harry groaned and slipped his hand into his pocket with a wince. He struggled to get it out as he swore and Dean smirked. Once he had it out, he passed it to Dean while he laid his head back. Dean took the phone and could see that Harry was in pain. He looked at the screen to see it was his father calling.

"Hey, Dad?" Dean answered.

"Dean," John greeted. "Where's Harry?"

"Here," Dean answered. "He took a bit of a beating."

"I'm guessing that he doesn't want to go to the hospital," John muttered and Dean quirked a smile. "Anyway, I'm at Bobby's now."

"Right," Dean said. "We're finished here so once Harry is on his feet. We'll meet you there?"

"Okay," John agreed. "Take care, Dean."

His father hung up and Dean placed Harry's phone on the side table. He filled him in on what his father had told him as Harry sat there with his head back on the headboard.

"I'll be good in a couple of days," Harry remarked as he laid there and Dean snorted.

"I doubt that," Dean muttered. "You went a bad round with a bear, man."

"I heal quick," Harry retorted.

"Yeah, sure."

xXx

Dean glanced over at Harry on the bed as Sam added the last item to his bag. He'd seen the damage that the bear had done and it was taking everything in him not to knock the man down and drag his ass to the hospital.

"Ready?" Sam asked quietly.

"Yeah," Dean replied as he stepped over to the bed.

He brushed Harry's hair to the side and took in the bruising that he could see. Harry had been sleeping deeply and Dean was sure that was helping him heal. Dean turned and nodded to Sam. They walked out of the motel room and made sure to lock the door behind them.

He drove in silence with Sam beside him but it wasn't awkward. It was well past midnight by the time that they got to the house and stepped out. They looked at the house and could tell that the fire hadn't done enough damage. Dean pulled out a bag of salt while Sam grabbed the other one.

"This is a new strange," Dean muttered.

"Add it to the list," Sam remarked.

Dean used a knife to stab the bottom of the bag of salt while Sam did the same with the other. They took care to walk around the houses on either side of the one before them. Dean expected the bear to come at them but it was quiet. Whatever it responded to; it was in the house. They met back up at the car and pulled out a few jerrycans of gas.

They looked at the house before them from behind the line of salt.

"Do we just toss them?" Dean questioned and Sam shrugged.

"I'm not going back in that house," Sam stated.

Dean agreed with that as he unscrewed the top of the can and tossed it. Sam did the same with his and the two others while Dean pulled out his silver lighter and looked at it.

"You're not going to use that are you?" Sam remarked.

Dean placed his silver lighter away and pulled out a plastic one from the gas station.

"Force of habit," Dean commented. "Forgot to grab the book of matches from the motel."

He flicked the lighter and stared at the flame as he tapped the lever down to keep the flame going. He had to admit that he did have a little bit of a pyro in him. He flicked the lighter and it hit the gas on the ground. It went up and quickly. He took in the flames and he was sure that he could hear a roar of a bear on the air. He stared into those flames as they danced and the house caught quickly.

"Dean!" Sam hissed. "Come on!"

Dean forced himself away and quickly started the car up. He felt lighter as they headed back to Harry.