Deon Milligan of the FBI picked up his phone on the fifth ring.
"Yeah?" Milligan answered.
"I have a house that needs to be levelled and a park placed on the land," Harry Potter said into the phone and Milligan sighed at the added work. "You will need a native American Sharman there to cleanse the land as well."
"What's the address?" Milligan questioned as he grabbed up a pen and paper and Harry gave him the address. "Anything else I should know?"
"Cleanse the land first," Harry advised. "We had a little bit of a bear problem."
"Bear problem," Milligan grumbled as he wrote that down. "Fantastic."
"You'll be fine," Harry reassured. "Send some lackies that you're not fond of if you're concerned."
"Fantastic," Milligan repeated, felling nothing but. "It's not like a have a full schedule or anything."
"Oh, yeah." Harry added, "we also burnt three houses down. Well, maybe more, I'm not really sure."
Milligan just groaned as he hung up the phone. He was starting to regret finding that man.
xXx
Dean glanced over the back seat to see Harry sprawled out behind him. Harry hadn't been lying. He'd healed quickly but had slept more hours than he was awake. They were a day away from Bobby's and Dean was sure that Harry would mostly be healed by the time that they got there.
"I'm thinking steak burger," Harry said suddenly from the back and Dean started.
"I thought you were asleep, man." Dean blurted out.
"Stomach woke me up," Harry said as he slowly sat up and looked around. "Where the hell are we? I swear that Winchesters like the middle of nowhere."
"Someone woke up grumpy," Dean laughed.
"And hungry," Harry added as Sam snorted.
"There's a diner coming up," Sam commented. "We can stop there."
"Perfect," Harry replied. "So, tell me about this Bobby?"
"You don't know Bobby?" Sam asked in surprise. "He's one of Dad's friends."
"Hunter?"
"Yeah."
"So, I know what to expect."
"In a way," Sam said and the brothers shared a look.
"I should invest in a bullet proof vest," Harry muttered from the back.
xXx
Dean laid on the bed and just stared up at the ceiling as Harry slept beside him. He rolled towards the man and gently curled along his back as he felt his bare skin against his own. They'd kept their underwear on for Sam's sake but so far, his brother had been accommodating. Dean was still waiting for the other shoe to drop as he carefully ran his hand down Harry's side. Since they would be seeing his father and Bobby tomorrow. He hoped that shoe wouldn't drop then.
"Your thoughts are keeping me awake," Harry muttered.
Dean snorted and kissed the back of his neck as his hand wandered. Harry shifted and Dean slipped one leg between Harry's. They settled in once again as Dean rested his hand on Harry's stomach while his fingers brushed the line of his underwear.
"Did you tell Dad about us?" Dean questioned quietly.
"No," Harry replied. "Did you want me to talk to him?"
"No," Dean said quickly.
"Right," Harry muttered and wiggled back slightly.
They fell into silence as Dean just took in the feeling of the man before him. He knew how hard it was for a relationship in their line of work but he got the feeling that Harry was willing to try. Harry clasped his hand and held it to his hip before his breaths evened out as he fell asleep. It took longer for Dean.
xXx
Harry took in the sight of the junk yard that Dean had pulled up at in interest. Dogs started barking as they stepped out of the car and Harry took everything in. He liked the place as he glanced around at the car bodies and the subtle signs of protection around the house. By the way that the cars had been laid out. He stepped over to a tree and looked at the symbol he found there. He pulled out his knife and placed it against the bark.
"Hey!"
Harry glanced over to see a rough looking man as he hurried towards him with a shotgun in his hand. John stood on the porch as the Winchester brothers just stood near the rental car. The man looked to be in his mid-fifties with trim face hair, hard eyes and a cap pulled down tight on his head. He had a gun in one hand and a small bottle in the other. Harry knew that it wouldn't take much for that gun to come up and be aimed at him. He was really starting to consider that bullet proof vest.
"What're you doing, boy!" The man demanded.
"Just adding to your protections," Harry answered as the man stood before him. "Am I going to get a face full of holy water?"
The man grinned, uncorked the bottle and threw the water towards him. Harry splattered as the water hit him and he gave the man a glare.
"You're as bad as the Winchesters," Harry grumbled and the man laughed.
"Bobby Singer," the man introduced.
"Harry Potter," Harry stated. "Do you mind if I add to this?"
"Only if you know what you're doing, boy." Bobby remarked.
"Has John spoken to you about me?" Harry asked in interest.
"No," Bobby answered with a frown. "Should he have?"
"Might save me from being shot," Harry said then looked over to John. "Oi! Can you fill Bobby in here?"
"He can do magic," John called back. "And even if you want to shoot him, it's not worth the trouble."
Bobby looked at him suspiciously.
"Not sure that helped," Harry muttered as he rubbed the back of his neck.
Bobby's eyes then caught on the knife in his hand and he sucked in a breath. Harry frowned and held the knife out, hilt first. Bobby slowly took it in his hand and looked at the blade. Harry just pulled another knife and gently drew the bark back and craved a few symbols into the tree as he whispered under his breath. It was a simply protection charm and he would have liked to have laid out better but he'd found that the demons could pick up on too much magic. He had to work with a fine line but he had the skills behind him.
"Where did you get this?" Bobby asked, once he was done.
"My world," Harry answered as he placed his knife away and held his hand out for the other one. "I came over from another world."
"Bullshit," Bobby swore.
"All very true," Harry said as he took the knife back. "Ask John."
"And you have magic," Bobby stated.
"Yep," Harry answered and gave him a smirk. "You might want to reconsider calling me a 'boy' as well. Since I am almost two hundred years old."
Bobby splattered and Harry gave him a smirk with a glint in his eyes. Then that gun came up and pointed at him. Harry held his hands out to his sides as he held his eyes.
"Whoa, Bobby!" Dean called out.
"What are you?" Bobby demanded.
"Where have you seen a knife like the one that I have?" Harry countered
The gun lowered slightly at that question. John then grabbed the barrel and pointed it down and the two men shared a look. Harry noticed that Sam and Dean placed themselves beside him. Bobby sighed before he pulled out that bottle again and handed it to Sam. The brothers quickly took a sip before passing it back to Bobby and the tension broke.
"You know," Harry said slowly and John gave him a look that screamed; 'stop talking'. "There is probably a charm to stop demons from taking your body over."
"You're just telling us this now," Dean exploded.
"Just thought of it," Harry said. "Not a hundred percent sure but…"
"I'm going to shoot you one day," John grumbled as they headed back to the house.
"I'm feeling the love here," Harry quipped.
"I'm feeling the urge to shoot you," John muttered and Harry grinned at him.
"That's a familiar feeling for a Winchester," Harry laughed.
John just groaned as they walked into the house. Harry loved it the second that he walked in. It was organised chaos with a great feeling about it. It had a lived in vibe as Harry ran his hand along a bookshelf and took in the titles. He could tell that Bobby had been a hunter a very long time as he took in the occult books. He pulled one out in interest.
"We've lost him," John muttered behind him and Harry threw him a grin. "Are you going to explain what that phone call was about? Before you fall into Bobby's books without his permission?"
Harry shut the book and took care to place it back where he'd taken it from.
"The demons want to make a deal with me," Harry reported as he took in the men around him. "The Yellow-eyed demon wanted me to stay away when Dean fell into his coma and another demon came to see me to make a deal for the Colt."
"What are they offering?" John asked, unsurprised.
"The Yellow-eyed demon mentioned that he knows about an archway that could get me back to my world," Harry replied and Dean sucked in a breath at that. "He had a plan when Dean fell into that coma and I'm sure that it involved you, John, and the Colt. He already has a foothold concerning Sam. It concerns me about his focus on the Winchester family."
"Why did the demons come to you?" Bobby questioned.
"They can sense me," Harry replied. "Not long distance but if they are close. That is why I've tried to stay away."
"Where do we go from here then?" Dean questioned. "Could we take on the Yellow-eyed demon?"
"No," Harry answered. "We need a plan for him. Going in guns blazing is not the answer."
"You've taken him on before," John reminded him. "That time seemed to work."
"He wasn't expecting me," Harry pointed out. "The second time that we crossed paths he was ready to try and stop me from going to the hospital. I still have the element of surprise on my side but that won't last."
"But we have the Colt," Sam added. "That should work against him."
"Do you want to wager your life on that?" Harry countered.
They fell into silence at that.
"We need to focus on draining off the power that Sam has," Harry mentioned and Bobby looked at the younger Winchester in interest. "We need to take that hold away."
"It could help us fight against him," Sam stated.
"No," Harry disagreed. "That power could turn on you, Sam."
"But it works!"
"And if he uses it against you? Or uses you against us?" Harry pressed. "He could force you to turn a gun on us or that power!"
Sam stepped back at that with wide eyes and Harry was sure that he hadn't thought of that before. That he'd only thought of using the power that he'd been given. Not that that power could be twisted against him.
"What would you suggest?" John asked.
"I'm not sure," Harry sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. "I could force Sam to use the power in an effort to drain it off-"
"No," Sam snapped as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"I said I could," Harry told him. "Not that I would. I would never force you to do something that you don't want to."
"And if a demon takes you over?" Bobby stated and everyone froze at the words but Harry just shook his head.
"I doubt that," Harry replied.
"That leaves some wiggle room," Bobby pointed out.
"Let's just say that I wouldn't want to be the demon that tries," Harry said with a tone of voice that had the others shivering. "Now can I look through these books?"
John chuckled at that as the other Winchesters shook their heads. Harry focused on Bobby and the man slowly nodded his head.
"If you damage one," Bobby warned. "I'll string you up."
"Ah," Harry said with a grin. "A man after my own heart."