AN: I don't own either HP or Supernatural.
"I'm gonna miss teasing you while you're pregnant," Harry said, smirking as he stood at Dean's back, his chest to his mate's back, his chin hooked over Dean's shoulder. Harry was shirtless while Dean had a sleep shirt on, worn and soft. Dean reached for the coffee machine faintly and Harry reached out to keep Dean away from it, pressing a kiss into Dean's bare neck. He curled an arm around Dean's waist, pulling him further in, as he thrust his cock idly against Dean's ass, something hot curling under his ribs. Judging by Dean's look, Harry knew it was on his face, smug and possessive.
The scent of hot arousal filled the air and Dean swore, arching against him. "You know what? Fuck off."
Harry snorted, his fingers curling around Dean's belly, stroking over warm, stretched skin. "You love it too, don't deny it."
Dean muttered under his breath, something too quiet for Harry to catch. "I swear to god, the first thing I'm doing after I have this cub is drinking a cup of coffee. This is all your fault! Oooh, fuck!"
Harry's lips twitched up into a satisfied grin as he slipped his other hand around Dean's neck, turning around his omega, his mate, to face him. Dean's green eyes were wide, his pupils dilated, as his breath caught, a choked sound leaving his throat. His cheeks were bright red and Harry leaned in to kiss him, licking into Dean's mouth wet and hot.
"You look gorgeous like this, sweetheart," Harry murmured into the kiss, hearing Dean whine against him, lowering a hand down to stroke over that belly. "Pregnant with our cub, with your big belly."
"Motherfucker," Dean muttered, trying to move against him only to sway a little bit, losing his balance. Harry pushed him gently up against the counter and slotted a leg between Dean's thighs, holding the man's gaze. Dean moaned against him and Harry could smell Dean's slick stink up the kitchen, the smell of sex permeating the room.
Harry snaked a hand under Dean's shirt, licking his lips at the sight of two wet spots on Dean's shirt. He tapped a finger over the shirt and it vanished immediately, banished to their bedroom.
Dean glared at him and reached up a hand to flip him off. "That was one of my-Oh, fuck!"
Harry grinned and teased a nipple, pinching it before twisting, swiping a drop of milk from it. Dean opened his mouth and closed it, watching him take a taste of it, backed up against the counter. He was shirtless, leaving Harry all the more able to see that belly. Their kid was in there and he stroked over Dean's hot skin, feeling their cub kick against him. Harry grinned and Dean swore and tugged him right into a desperate kiss, squirming on the spot.
Harry licked his lips, swallowing on a dry throat, and sucked it off his index finger, his eyes closing at the taste. "If only you'd been around to feed Teddy."
Dean's eyes went even wider with arousal at the words, bucking up into Harry's fingers as he reached down to stroke him through his stretchy pants. Harry pushed down the waistband of the pants and brushed his fingers against Dean's smaller cock, running his fingernails over it. "You like that thought?"
"You know I…" Dean paused, throwing his head back as Harry stroked him through his boxers. "Harry."
"I'd have liked watching you," Harry remarked, reaching out to twist Dean's other nipple, watching as it reddened and peaked under his thumb. "Now I'll get to watch you feed our kid. My omega and kid. I love you."
Dean moaned and arched into his fingers, goosebumps rolling up his skin, a flush trailing down his chest. The scent of slick increased and Harry smiled, heat coiling underneath his own skin at the sight before him. His cock was already hard and now it was almost painful but he ignored it, slipping both arms around Dean and using a little magic to heft him up onto the counter behind him.
Dean easily spread his legs, rocking a little bit, letting Harry walk in and trail his fingers over his big belly, down to his cock, and down to slip his fingers into him. The wet squelch of slick filled the air and Harry groaned, feeling his fingers get coated with Dean's slick, evidence of their pleasure all dripping out of him.
"I…" Dean paused, panting, his cheeks red, all spread out and wanting. He reached up one of his hands to where the mating mark was, right on the crook of his neck. Harry reached up too, covering his fingers, entwining their hands, and watched Dean think, or at least struggle to think through the haze of lust and arousal. Tears pooled in Dean's eyes and Harry sucked in sharp breath before curling his fingers further and deeper into his mate. "Goddamnit, these hormones…"
"I got you, babe," Harry murmured, twisting his fingers in just the way that Dean liked and feeling his muscles clench around him. Dean whined and yelled as his release rocketed through him, strands of come spilling from his cock. "I got you both."
Dean slumped into his arms, burrowing into his chest and Harry curled his arms around him, stroking his back, digging his knuckles into a few spots. Dean moved sluggishly around, blinking owlishly and peered down at Harry's own cock, still encased in jeans. Dean licked his lips and reached out, meeting his eyes as he slipped a hand over him. Harry sucked in a sharp breath and curled a hand over Dean's, pushing down his own jeans for better access. Dean shuddered as Harry pushed his palm against his, rutting against him and came in seconds, breathing heavily.
"Fuck, this kid better come out soon," Dean muttered hoarsely, shivering and shuddering as Harry moved him, cradling him against his chest. "Or else my alpha is gonna drive me crazy."
"I'm gonna drive you crazy?" Harry echoed as he tapped his foot against the kitchen wall. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the darkness of the night through the windows in the living room. The moon hadn't been particularly full tonight but Bobby had called and talked about sending someone out to deal with a potential werewolf attack. "You're the one stinking of hormones. Looking all beautiful with our cub in your belly. Who knew when I found you that you'd be mine now?"
Harry smelled more than saw the blush lining Dean's face as he walked down the hallway and into their bedroom. Both of them were sweaty, stinky and mostly naked but it was just the two of them. Teddy was in school over in England and Bobby had left to head back to his home, saying something about them being idjits. Or maybe it was the pregnancy hormones all over the place.
He helped Dean into the bathroom, made sure he was okay, and changed into sweatpants after brushing his teeth. Dinner had been something he had made, something easy as Dean wasn't drinking and he was still getting over some slight morning sickness. They didn't know if it was because his years hunting with John had affected him but since Dean was alright…
Dean finished in the bathroom first and Harry turned off the lights, following his eight and a half month pregnant mate into bed. The soft glow of a witchlight hovered in the hallway for a few minutes before disappearing, leaving them in darkness.
Dean curled into his arms and Harry pulled him in, feeling Dean move around, trying to get comfortable enough to fall asleep. Dean was in his sleep shirt and soft pants, flannel material soft and forgiving and lightly curling around his big frame. Harry was shirtless as more nights than he could count, Dean ended up wrapped around him like an octopus.
"Goodnight, Dean," Harry murmured, yawning and closing his eyes.
"Night, alpha."
Harry huffed out a breath and nosed into the nape of Dean's neck, feeling him shiver. He followed him into dreamland after a few minutes of quiet, the only sound outside was the occasional hooting of an owl.
Sam exchanged glances with John and peered at the house in front of them, seeing the Impala in the driveway. It was almost invisible in the darkness, the moon down to a sliver. John was wearing a coat, tugging it closer around his chest, but Sam wasn't, even on this chilly night. They made sure Bobby was gone, made sure there was no one but Dean in the house and both walked around to the back of it, taking in the sight around them. It was quick work to pick the lock of the back door and push their way in, glancing around at the house as they went down a hallway. There was no hint of anything to do with hunting or the supernatural.
Nothing that seemed to indicate that Dean was still hunting. Ever since Sam had lost Jessica at Stanford, since she had ended up on the ceiling of their apartment home on fire, he had joined up with John and began hunting again. Only with this hunt, he needed Dean. They needed Dean.
Bobby had seemed a little cagey about Dean's whereabouts but Sam had managed to find where his older brother was. A few miles from Bobby's own home and yard, no neighbors visible for miles. The house itself looked expensive, well maintained and homely, clean too. Well lived in. But no guns. No hunting supplies.
Sam ventured deeper into the house and heard someone moving about in the kitchen, grinning slightly. He flipped a thumbs up at John and then hurried to tackle his brother, knocking Dean to the floor.
Dean yelled out in a hoarse voice, pained and shocked and not at all ready. Sam grinned down at Dean, his hands on Dean's shoulders and feeling something big bump into his stomach. Dean's eyes were wide and startled as he stared up at Sam then he began to struggle, his cheeks red.
"Get off me, Sam!" Dean exclaimed, his voice high with surprise, kicking out and up at him, trying to move and failing to. There was something off, something… Dean looked and sounded serious, and a little… scared? Something wafted through the air around them, something bitter and loud, a scent that Sam was familiar with but couldn't quite place its origin or meaning. Sam held on and smirked down at Dean, thinking it was a joke. He heard a wet squelching sound and heard something, heard footsteps that weren't John's and then fingers gripped his neck and yanked. The kitchen lights flooded the room at the same time, lighting up the room and making him blink against the sudden change.
"Sam!" John yelled from behind him.
Sam yelped as he was pulled back, unfamiliar fingers curled around his neck tight, and shoved up against the wall opposite them. His head was thrown back up against the wall hard, jostling him so much that his jaw hurt. His vision greyed out and his heart pounded in his chest, his blood roaring in his ears. He could faintly see John pull a gun as he blinked back the surprise, focusing on the man who now stood between them and Dean.
The man who was now holding onto his brother, whispering urgently into Dean's ear. Sam's eyes widened as he now fully realized what he had felt and what… he had smelled. Dean's belly was larger than it was the last time he had seen his brother, though that had been years and so many fights between them.
The sleep pants Dean was wearing were wet with… liquid that preceded...
Dean croaked out words, hiding his face in the man's stomach, his legs tense, his fingers digging into the man's bare arms. The man… turned to face them and Sam sucked in a sharp breath at the sight that met them.
The man's eyes were dark, vivid green eyes a different shade than Dean's, and his dark hair was messy with bedhead. Shadows curled around the pair and coiled behind the man's eyes, the faint shadow of wings fluttered at the man's back and his eyes were sharp, intent and lethal.
"Dean…" the man murmured, his voice shaky for a moment before steadying. "Oh, fuck. Fuck."
The sound of a car driving into the yard echoed in the air outside the house and the yell that followed it was familiar.
"Dean! Harry!"
"In here! These two morons broke in!" The man yelled back to Bobby, as they all heard the front door slam open. "Dean needs the hospital!"
"I wouldn't… Fuck!" Dean whimpered and Sam saw his brother's stomach muscles clench and ripple unnaturally.
Bobby came running into the kitchen and glared at John for a moment before walking right past them and crouched before Dean and the guy. Harry. "You take him. I'll deal with these two idjits."
"But…" Sam trailed off, rubbing his head, looking between Bobby, Harry and Dean on the floor. "Dean…"
"John Winchester." Harry carefully helped Dean up, curling an arm around his waist, turning to look at John in the same instant. The man's green eyes looked dark, black edging out green, and John stiffened, sucking in a tight breath. "I would love to have words with you but perhaps later."
Dean groaned, grimacing, shivering and shuddering as he stood there, something in his eyes that was familiar. "Hey, Sammy."
"Dean… what's…" Sam looked his older brother over, taking a deep breath and feeling like he had taken a punch to the gut. "You're an omega. You're pregnant."
"Yeah, asshole."
The bitter scent of shame radiated from Dean and Harry let out a sound that was akin to a growl, his eyes flashing. "Dean, let's get you to the hospital. I'll call Neville and Luna. Come on. Bobby…"
"Yeah. Go on."
"I swear to Merlin, Winchester," Harry said, pausing as he helped Dean out of the kitchen, taking slow steps. The man turned back to look at John, his eyes black holes that made Sam shiver. "If our child doesn't make it… if anything happens to Dean right now… I will make your life a living hell."
Sam watched as Harry helped his brother out of the kitchen, down the hall and out of the house. Out of their house and Sam's eyes widened as he took in the kitchen around them. This kitchen was obviously lived in, a stack of dirty dishes by the sink, and mugs with cutesy sayings on them. Coffee maker on the counter. A jar of salt by the corner on the counter, obvious and very visible.
A small bin on the other end of the counter, filled with pouches of stuff that might have been hunting accessories.
Dean hadn't stopped hunting.
"Bobby, what's going on?" Sam questioned, hearing Dean groan and then leave the house. The sound of the Impala's engine filled the air and he knew without a doubt that Dean would have bitched about not being able to drive the car. And he wasn't driving now.
Bobby sighed and glared at John, who hadn't spoken a word yet. "John, I told you. He's a grown man. Dean can make his own decisions."
"He's been bewitched," John said, anger in his voice and eyes. He was clutching his pistol in a white knuckled grip. "Dean's a good soldier. He would never let this happen to him."
"You're an idjit, you know that?" Bobby said, glancing at Sam. "Worse than that. Dean still loves you and you say… If anything happens to those two tonight, I won't forgive you. Dean was happy before tonight."
"He's my son! I deserve to know where he's going!" John yelled, taking a step towards the hall, intending on leaving.
"He's not your son! He never was!" Bobby retorted vehemently. "You left 'em at my place for too long and too many times. I don't even know where to start! Sam, if you want to follow me, Dean would probably enjoy seeing you after he's out. John, stay here. I don't want Harry to have to do something."
"What the fuck is he? That guy isn't human, Bobby! He's probably given my son something to make him think this is a good thing. Being an omega is weak," John hissed, rolling his shoulders and stomping out of the room.
Bobby swore and stomped after him. Sam followed, hesitant but wanting to know more about where his brother had been all these years.
Dean blinked his eyes open the moment he heard a cry fill the room. There was quiet beeping, the sound of hospital bed alarms, and quiet whispering before it stopped too.
Harry sat on the edge of his bed, his fingers in Dean's, and he met his eyes, that altogether familiar scar comforting to him. "Hey, babe."
"Harry, what's… what's going on?" Dean muttered hoarsely, his body aching all over, feeling hot and stretched and… "Where's our child? What happened?"
He heard the room door slide open and he looked up in the next moment, seeing Harry's friend Luna walk in, cradling…
Luna smiled softly and Neville stood beside her, looking down at the baby in her arms.
"Congratulations, you two," Neville offered, taking the baby from her and walking over to place it in Dean's open arms. "You have a son."
Dean's eyes widened and his heart skipped several beats as he gazed down at the child in his arms. The… Their child. Harry's breath caught in his chest as he slipped an arm around Dean's shoulders and peered over him, meeting those dark green eyes.
Their baby let out a soft cry, wriggling around in Dean's arms to try to get comfortable. There were curls of black hair on the baby's head, soft and shiny, and Dean's breath hitched, as their boy twisted and turned around, to face him.
Harry let out a soft sound of wonder and reached out, his eyes full of awe. He brushed his knuckles over their baby's cheek and then let his fingers wander to curl around Dean's neck, squeezing a little bit.
"Hey, look what we made," Dean whispered, pushing down his hospital robe and letting the baby find a nipple. He startled a little as their son latched on and began to drink easily.
Harry laughed softly, wetly, and Dean leaned against him, arching into Harry's fingers.
"Hey, kiddo," Harry whispered, rubbing their son's back. "What do you think then?"
Dean arched an eyebrow before shrugging. "James. For your father."
"James Sirius Potter? Or Winchester?"
Dean's heart skipped several beats and was about to reply when arguing filtered into the room. His eyes went up to the window in the door and shuddered when he saw John across from the door. "John."
Harry growled and tightened his fingers over Dean's neck for a moment. "You leave him to me, sweetheart. I'll be right back. What do you think about Sam coming in?"
"Is he here?" Dean asked, shivering and arching into Harry's fingers more, tightening his hold on James. Their son was still drinking from him, taking a last few sips, before letting out a loud gurgle and closing his eyes. Dean slowly pulled James away from his breast and lowered him down back to his chest, wrapping him up in a blanket. In a blanket that Molly Weasley had knitted for him, not a generic, scratchy hospital one.
Warmth filled him at the thought, at knowing he had… family aside from John and Sam. Sure, they were in England, but they loved him for who he was, not what he could do for them. Not… A noise must have left his throat at the thoughts as Harry leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead, letting his lips linger.
Harry peered up and swung his legs off the bed. "I can feel him."
Dean blinked and looked up at his mate. "What do you mean?"
"Uhh…" Harry paused and swore before his mouth snapped shut. He grinned faintly and peered down at their child, taking a minute. "Your brother has… The wards told me he has demon blood in him. That's how I knew there was someone in the house. Well, that and your yell."
"I didn't… I wasn't… Sammy has what?" Dean spluttered, his eyes widening.
"Dean… being what you are isn't weakness," Harry retorted, cupping his cheek and tipping his face up. "Omegas aren't soft, vulnerable walking wombs."
Dean's nose wrinkled at Harry's words.
"And according to what the wards had to say… Your brother's had demon blood in him for a while. Likely… for several years. Now let me go talk to your father."
Dean nodded slowly. "John isn't…"
"I found you being used as…" Harry paused, his eyes darkening at the memory. "As bait. For monsters. That's not okay. That's…"
"Harry. He was just…" Dean paused as James yawned in his arms and stretched out all his limbs. Harry dropped his hand down to stroke over James' soft hair, his eyes softening. "He was just doing his best."
"His best wasn't enough," Harry retorted, standing up and walking over to the door. "I'll be right back."
Dean let out a noise and leaned back into the bed, his eyes closing as he yawned.
Harry walked over to the wall across from the door and leaned against it, peering pointedly at John Winchester. Sam and Bobby were standing just a little ways down the way and Neville and Luna were conversing with each other, smiling at Harry.
"You're a witch!" John yelled, glaring at him.
"Yeah, and…"
John blinked at him, one of his hands moving down to his belt, where his gun would have been.
"I didn't bewitch your son, John," Harry retorted, taking a breath in and exhaling loudly, taking a step towards John. "I also did not do a deal for power. I'm of the kind that is born with it. I have so many things I want to say to you, or you know, yell at you for but we're in a hospital. Your son is in that room with your grandchild. My son. If you can't be civil, I'm kicking you out and making sure you can't talk to him any more."
John glared at him. "You can't do that."
"Oh, believe me," Harry offered, letting his lips twitch up in a small smirk. "You make one more misstep with either of your sons or your grandchild, I will fuck you up. Got it?"
"Sam came to me because his girlfriend got killed," John argued, his eyes flashing with anger and… was that just a little bit of fear Harry saw?
Harry grinned and took another step towards John. "Oh, he did? Are you treating him like a soldier or like a son? Because you called Dean a good soldier. He was just a kid!"
"I had to go after the creature who-"
"Bobby is and was a better parent than you!" Harry interrupted, taking another solid breath in an attempt to keep his control over his magic. He used a little to make sure none of the passing nurses or doctors noticed them, keeping their little meeting safe from prying eyes. "I don't give a shit about your obsession with revenge! You had kids. My parents died to protect me. Would you do the same?"
John's eyes flicked to Sam, something dark echoing in them, and then flicked back to him. "I would."
"You sure about that?" Harry idly asked, taking another step towards John and seeing the man stumble backwards, seeing his skin pale. He nodded to a few passing nurses and a doctor, keeping his stance quiet, non confrontational. He lowered his voice for what he was about to say next, hoping that Sam already knew but guessing that he didn't. John seemed like the type to keep secrets from his sons. "Because my wards told me something about your youngest. Sam's got demon blood in him."
John stiffened. "How dare you! You don't know a thing about monsters who live in the dark! You don't know a thing about us!"
"Yeah, I bet I know more than you do. And you're still not taking Dean hunting with you. If Dean wants to go back to hunting, it's gonna be his choice and his choice only. And you are not going to be his hunting partner."
Harry turned his back on John and headed back to Dean's room, sparing a glance at Bobby and Sam. "Dean's alright with you coming in, Sam. If you want to. Meet your nephew."
Sam's eyes sparked with interest but Harry could still see he was fairly hesitant. Sam was tall, just like Dean had said, tall and gangly and unsure of himself. Harry took a closer look at Sam, seeing bags underneath the man's eyes, seeing a haunted look and sighing. Maybe John had been telling the truth about Sam losing his girlfriend. He made a note to ask Sam about it later, if Dean's brother stuck around. The less time either Sam or Dean spent around John the better.
"He's not mad at you," Harry offered quietly, gesturing to the door. "Come on."
Sam looked at him, hands in his pockets, rocked back on the heels of his feet. Harry ran a hand through his hair and held out a hand, waited for Sam to make up his mind. Sam stunk of alpha pheromones but he wasn't high on them, was more quiet than Harry had expected.
"Are you sure?" Sam finally asked, his gaze flicking to Dean's room and then back to John, his skin paling a little more.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Dean's sure."
Sam walked forward like he had been pulled by a strand of Harry's magic, abrupt and fast. He stumbled through the door and Harry spared a glance Bobby's way, seeing the older man nod at him. He had the feeling that John wouldn't be walking away without another talking to and closed the door behind himself.
Dean was asleep in the bed, James lying on his chest. Soft little snores came from both of them and Harry's heart grew at the sight of them. He walked over and pressed a kiss to James' small forehead and one to Dean's hair, before settling into bed next to them, curling an arm around them both.
Sam walked over to sit down in one of the chairs like strings had been cut, falling into the chair like he was exhausted.
Harry sighed and closed his eyes, holding onto his mate and his kid, and following them both into dreamland.