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Chapter 4

"Sammy?" Dean called out in shocked disbelief, no, it couldn't be. This was some sort of creature, not his brother. He hadn't seen Sammy since the kid left for College, he'd driven by Stanford several times but had never seen him.

"Do you recognise him Sammy?" Harry asked and Sammy glanced up to see Dean.

"No Master."

"Good boy." He praised even as he tightened his hold on Dean's leash, ensuring he couldn't move. "Sammy is mine now Dean," Harry smirked, and Dean struggled against his hold with no success. "Perhaps for you I will alter my plans." He ran his fingers down stubbled skin, seeing the fear and disgust in green eyes.

"What did you do to him?" Dean demanded, looking back to the creature that had been his baby brother. He should have looked for him more, should have never cut off contact.

"I bought him from those who changed him. The Sammy you knew is long gone Dean, his sole purpose is to please and obey."

"No," Dean moaned in pained denial, it couldn't be.

"Oh yes. I also bought the potion used to transform him. After all you hunters need a new purpose and eternal guards is an honourable one."

Dean was terrified but refused to show it. "I'll kill you."

"That's a hunters' answer to everything isn't it? Well no more. You Dean now belong to me."

"Never."

"You'll come around. Question is, will you be nothing more than a guard or will you be with Sammy." Harry could see the fear in green eyes before they shifted to see where Sammy knelt beside his seat, head bowed, and wings folded into his back. "What do you think Sammy, should he join us? Take another look at him."

Sammy raised his head and stared at the man Master was holding. Join them? "Whatever pleases Master." He had no other opinion.

"Sammy please, it's me." Dean called out and Sammy just stared blankly at him, innocent eyes showing no recognition.

While Dean was distracted Harry summoned a vial and uncorked it before forcing the contents down his throat. Dean gagged and struggled but Harry covered his mouth, forcing him to swallow. Dean screamed as fire raced through his veins, his legs buckling, not noticing as Harry let go of the leash. He didn't even feel the hard floor as he hit or the way his clothes vanished with a negligent motion from Harry, writhing in agony as his humanity was burnt away. He lost the slightly rounded stomach a diet of burgers and beer had begun to give him even as his skin smoothed out, removing all scars and body hair. Military short hair lengthened and curled slightly as it bleached to white, brushing his shoulders, as bones snapped and compacted, leaving him several inches shorter, body well built with solid muscle. Wide green eyes stared at nothing even as blackness spilled into the whites and his pupils lightened and became slitted. He screamed again as leathery wings burst from his back and his tailbone lengthened out to form a tail, nails changing to claws as he lost a digit off his hands and feet, small fangs appearing in his mouth as horns pushed through the skin of his forehead. Human ears shifted, becoming larger and pointed, gaining a tuft at the end. His skin darkened to a purplish grey, the skin from his elbows down darkened even more and thickened, the same with his feet and then it was done, and he lay on the ground, panting for air.

Harry reached down and stroked his fingers through the white mass of hair, using it to pull Dean's head up, staring into glassy eyes. "Can you hear me Dean?" All he got was a small sound of pain in response. "It's alright, it's time for you and Sammy to sleep." He pulled Dean up, but his legs buckled so Harry levitated him. "Come along Sammy." His pet stood as his leach came free of the Throne.

"Have fun," Neville called after them with a smirk.

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Harry lowered Dean to the bed and attached his leash to the wall. Sammy eagerly went to his place beside the bed, tipping his head forward so his collar could be easily accessed. Sammy nuzzled his Master, kneeling facing the window, head bowed, as the sun began to rise. Closer to the window Sammy froze as his energy seeped away, eyes becoming glassy before his flesh began to harden, soon turning to stone even as Dean stared dazedly at him. And then Dean froze, even though no light had reached him, his skin quickly darkening to black and turning to stone. He'd given Dean the 80% potion and it showed in how quickly he fell into stone sleep without ever being reached by sunlight. Harry himself took a nap before heading back to work, stopping in on Hermione and Blaise for their newest potion, their version of the one given to Sammy to train him.

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Harry reclined on a couch as the sun set, watching his two pets. Dean woke first, as the sun set, and black stone cracked and disintegrated to reveal purplish grey even as he began breathing again. Black and white eyes opened even as on the other side of the bed Sammy's skin began to change from stone. Harry flicked his hand and Dean's collar came free of the chain. He blinked mind still sluggish from his transformation the night before. "Come here Dean." Harry ordered, holding his hand out.

Dean lay on the bed, head spinning. His body felt oddly heavy and lethargic and he couldn't concentrate. He blinked slowly, the grey shaded world slowly coming into focus even as he felt suddenly energised, and then a voice called out to him. He knew the voice, something….he got up and took a stumbling step, his body moving oddly, feeling heavy even as he felt full of energy. And then he stopped, staring at the man…he backed up a step as memories of what had happened came back to him. "No…"

Harry stood and walked towards Dean, the Gargoyle was physically stronger, but Harry had magic, so he was not worried. "You have a choice Dean, willingly submit, or be trained how Sammy was."

"Never," he growled, and it was a growl, low and rumbling like stone.

"So be it," Harry froze him and then tipped the vial down his throat. He returned to the couch and sat, watching Dean's eyes, seeing as they became heavily lidded and blank. "Come here pet."

Dean felt a strange tingling sensation begin in his fingers and toes before it spread all over, his body becoming heavy and distant, the grey shaded world becoming fuzzy. He heard a voice and then he moved, walking towards it and locked in his mind Dean was panicking, he couldn't stop, his body moving without him telling it to. He walked over to the man and then dropped to his knees at his feet. Then a hand was in his hair, nails gently scratching his scalp and Dean slumped against the man's knees, it felt so good, a soft whine falling from his mouth even as he screamed in his mind.

Harry smiled as he scratched Dean's scalp and listened to the soft, needy sounds he made. He tugged at Dean's hair, pulling his head back so he could see his face, taking in unfocused black and white eyes and slack features. Dean whined again, and Harry smiled. "Good boy Dean," he praised before pulling him up further to kiss and Dean's lips parted, allowing him access even though Dean didn't really participate in the kiss. Harry slipped a hand around to his back, stroking between his wings and he felt Dean shiver. He glanced at the bed to find Sammy still kneeling in place beside it, eyes locked on them in curiosity. He pulled Dean up into his lap, feeling as his body began reacting to the stimulation even if his brain was against it. But that was to be expected, the potion controlled his body completely while Dean was aware in his mind, for now. Soon Dean was moving against him, inhuman noises falling from his lips whenever Harry stopped kissing him. He moved his hand from Dean's hair down to stroke him causing the noises he was making to drop suddenly in pitch into a barely audible, deep, growl. Harry grinned as the young gargoyle spilled over his hand before slumping against him, mewling softly.

He went back to stroking his hair, soothing him. Harry let him rest briefly before gently pushing him off and standing, a wave of his hand cleaning them off as Dean stumbled. He hooked a finger into Dean's collar and lead him into the bathroom to really clean up. Dean was utterly placid as he was bathed and then lead back to the bed where Dean was rechained, this time so that he also knelt beside it. "This is Dean, Sammy." Harry introduced Sammy to his older brother and Sammy cocked his head shifting closer to touch his hair. Dean turned his head into Sammy's touch and practically purred.

"Dean." Sammy parroted the word innocently.

Harry smiled as he looked as his pets. Dean truly was an almost full-blooded gargoyle, muscular and solid while Sammy was a very good hybrid mix. "Dean." He called, and Dean looked at him. Gargoyles were not a smart species, they lived almost solely by the instincts to protect whatever they were told to guard and also to mate to continue the species. They could speak to an extent and could even use crude tools if necessary but nowhere near a human. As the potions settled fully into Dean, Harry slipped into his mind, finding that even beyond the Imperius potion his mind was changing, his intelligence level dropping slightly, it would be a gradual process compared to the physical transformation. That explained how quickly Sammy had been trained, a Gargoyle just lacked the higher intelligence needed to even try and fight back and while Sammy wasn't even fully half Gargoyle it had been enough. With Dean closer to a full Gargoyle he should surrender even quicker. "Good boy," he gently petted Dean. He would enjoy watching the proud hunter fade away.

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Harry entered the Rookery to see Jo frozen in the stone sleep and smiled when he saw three stone eggs. He did wonder what Sammy would think of being a Father if he were capable of understanding the concept. Across from her was another Gargoyle, this one a full blooded one, named Tamara. They had taken her and her husband out mid hunt and Harry thought they had been kind in allowing the two to remain as mates in their new forms. However, their minds had been wiped because of that, it would be risky to allow a married couple to remain together if they remembered their human lives. Isaac's stone form was perched beneath her, his hulking form very intimidating and vicious looking.

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Harry looked at the map and grinned at the spreading line across the country that showed what they had taken control of. Things were going very well, they had captured a dozen hunters now and they were spread across the battlements of their base or in the Rookery for breeding. Leashed to his Throne were the kneeling forms of Sammy and Dean, their heads bowed subserviently. As Dean's brain became more Gargoyle his thought processes were becoming simpler, helping the potion in his training. He gave it another two months before Dean was the same as Sammy, living only to please him, all sense of self wiped away.

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Dean stared at the floor, unable to raise his head. He was Dean, he was a person, he was a hunter. He had a Dad…brother? He…he was forgetting, and he knew it…he could listen to the people planning and he didn't understand a lot of it, but he knew he should, that he used to. He was losing his mind and it terrified him. Then a hand was in his hair, gently petting and he felt the pleasure from that touch spread through him, making him feel good. He hated it but he couldn't fight it, could feel the growing want for the touch. He could see Sammy out of the corner of his eye, sitting totally still. Brother…his brother, Sammy…Sam. Nails dug into his scalp and an involuntary groan of pleasure slipped free. The hand slipped from his hair, down his back to between his wings and he wanted to pull away, but his body was not under his control. Instead of moving away it pressed into the touch, shivering in pleasure, eyes fluttering as a deep rumbling noise began deep in his chest.

"Good boy Dean," the man praised his response and Dean felt the flash of pleasure from making him happy. It was the only time he could really feel his body, most of the time it felt disconnected, not really his, except when he was being made to feel pleasure. He could feel the others in the room, watching, and he felt sick as his body responded to the stimulation. "Look at Sammy, isn't he such a good boy? I think you should reward him Dean," the voice murmured in his ear and Dean felt terrified, no, anything but that…his brother… he felt the slack of his leash being released. "Go make Sammy feel good," the command was given, and Dean screamed as his body rose, moving around to behind where Sammy still knelt.

He crouched behind Sammy, clawed hands reaching for him, running over his skin, especially between his wings, and Sammy whined softly, body reacting to his touch. He nuzzled at Sammy's throat, before licking at the skin and Sammy sighed softly but still did not move. Dean nipped at his skin, careful not to break it with his sharp fangs even as he gripped his hips, pulling him back, Sammy not resisting or helping, unable to even think of moving without permission.

"Relax Sammy, this is your reward, enjoy it."

Dean felt the change in Sammy immediately as he became utterly pliant in his grip, head falling back onto Dean's shoulder as he whimpered in need. Sammy's reaction and noises had Dean's body reacting and he hated it, wishing he could ignore what was happening. Even with his blurred vision he could see everything his body did to Sammy, making him moan and writhe, gasping in pleasure. This wasn't happening….it wasn't…

"Take him Dean."

In front of those in the room Dean pushed Sammy down on his hands and knees and obeyed the command, Sammy eager for his touch even as Dean mentally retreated from what was happening, unable to deal with it, unknowingly speeding his own metal destruction. Dean's body moved on instinct, claws digging into Sammy's hips without puncturing the tougher than human skin as Sammy very vocally urged him on.

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Bobby hung up and frowned, he didn't like this at all. Hunters died on the job, it was a fact of life, but this was different. He'd called Ellen but she hadn't heard anything useful, no one knew anything about why quite a few hunters had vanished. Worried, he called the last number he had for Dean, but the boy had obviously changed phones again. Was something targeting them? Creatures didn't generally work like this, unless….demons maybe? He went to work tracking every alias he knew Dean used and any he thought the kid might create, if something was targeting hunters, he needed to warn him…and he supposed John too. Sam should be safe at college, he hadn't hunted in years but knew to ensure he kept up with protections.

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Dean pressed into Masters hand in his hair, loving the feel of his touch. He could feel dawn approaching, feeling the need to sleep growing.

"What are you?" Master asked softly.

"Pet," he answered immediately, voice a deep rumble.

"Good boy Dean," Master praised, and Dean felt a flood of pleasure at pleasing him. "Time to sleep," Master said, and Dean felt the tug on his leash, standing with Sammy and they followed Master to the see-through thing that was moved. They moved out of it onto the thin thing. As the sky began to lighten, they both moved on instinct, taking threatening poses even as their eyes became glassy before their bodies froze and their minds were pulled into a deep sleep, bodies turning to stone.

As he watched them Harry grinned, Dean Winchester no longer existed, he had felt the potion snap that morning. Dean obeyed because he was a pet and he knew nothing else now. He'd noticed that in the hunters who had been with them the longest such as Ellen and Caleb, their minds had lost human level intelligence and their memories had shifted to fit that. It was a very interesting thing to observe. More and more of the beings hunted by those humans were flocking to them for protection. Demons remained a problem, but wards kept them well away until they came up with a way to either ban them from earth or kill them.

Daphne and her team had finally completed their work and come the Winter Equinox they would enact it. After centuries of hiding, they would at last take their place above the Muggles. He wondered what Dumbledore or the Weasley's would think if they were alive to see their work, chuckling as he imagined the screeching of Molly and even Ginny over what they had done. Only one Weasley still lived, Bill and his wife Fleur lived peacefully in France but had sworn allegiance. Bill had been forced from Britain when he'd begun showing stronger wolf traits and had been happy to follow them. Harry hoped Fred and George would have as well, but they had died in the war with Voldemort and never seen what was happening, at least he hoped they hadn't. Soon, everything they had worked for would be theirs.

TBC…