Author's Note: As always, I don't own either the Harry Potter or Supernatural characters. Spoiler warning for the season 6 episode: Unforgiven.

Chapter Inspiration: Shatter Me by Lindsey Stirling featuring Lzzy Hale

Chapter 2

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

It took Harry a moment to get his bearings, once he apparated in the Singer Salvage drive way. Looking around, he realized just how much everything looked just as Hermione had said. The house was in front of him, and the salvage yard was to his left. She'd truly spared no detail, when telling him about this place.

Pocketing his wand, he made his way to the house. He hadn't even reached the steps when the door opened revealing a surprised looking Bobby. The older hunter looked exactly the same to Harry as he had the night they'd met. Bobby exited the house, a cup in his hand. Harry was prepared for this, as Hermione had said this was how the hunters made sure their visitors were human.

"Water?" Bobby asked Harry.

"Thank you." Harry replied, accepting the cup offered. Taking a sip, he handed it back.

"Good to see you again Harry." Bobby said, taking the cup back from the young wizard.

"You too Bobby." Harry replied.

"I'm guessing you're here to talk to Dean?" He asked.

"Yeah." Harry said, his hands jammed into the pockets of his jeans.

"Go easy on him. He's still in shock." Bobby said, moving to open the door.

"I understand. I'm just here to get his side of the story." Harry replied.

"How's she holding up?" Bobby asked, worried for the young witch.

"Not well." Was all Harry said.

With a nod, Bobby led Harry into the house. When the door banged shut behind him, a tall guy appeared in the doorway to Harry's right. Harry surmised the guy was well over six feet tall, taller than anyone he knew, besides Hagrid. He surmised this must be Dean's brother.

"Friend of yours?" The man asked.

"Sam, this is Harry. He's one of Hermione's friends." Bobby replied. "Harry, this is Dean's younger brother, Sam."

"Nice to meet you." Harry replied, removing a hand from his pocket to shake Sam's hand.

"You too." Sam said, accepting Harry's handshake.

"Where's Dean?" Bobby asked.

"Holed up in one of the bedrooms upstairs." Sam said, jerking his head to indicate the staircase.

"Go on up." Bobby said to Harry.

"Thanks." Harry addressed the men.

He walked to the stairs, and took them cautiously, one at a time. He wondered just what state he was going to find Dean in, and if it was going to be similar to the state he'd found Hermione. He really hoped not. At the top of the stairs, there was an open door in front of him leading into a bathroom, and another to his left that he saw was an empty bedroom. However, to his right was a closed door. He surmised that's where Dean was holed up. Taking a right, Harry walked to the door and knocked.

"Go away!" Dean yelled.

"Hermione tried the same thing on me too. It didn't work out so well for her. I just came to talk." Harry replied. "If I have to, I'll sit out here until you open that door, and I can go for days without eating."

"I don't want to talk. I want to think." Dean tried again.

"Talk to me first, then I'll let you to your thoughts." Harry replied.

"I suppose you're here to yell at me." Dean said to Harry through the door.

"Nope. Not on the agenda. Unless you're planning on giving me a reason to yell at you." Harry told him. "Though I should tell you, I spent nearly an hour convincing Ron he shouldn't just pop over here and yell, like he wanted to do."

The door opened suddenly, revealing a haggard looking Dean. The only difference between Dean's, and Hermione's appearances, were that she'd been crying. Dean hadn't been, though his eyes were bloodshot. The glass bottle in his hand told Harry why he had the bloodshot eyes. "What do you want to talk about?" He asked.

"I just want to hear your side of the story. Hermione came back to Hogwarts bawling, because she's convinced you don't want anything to do with her or your child." Harry replied, hands in his pockets once again.

"Why would she say that? I never said that!" Dean said, his voice instantly defensive, and loud.

"I didn't say you said that, and this is why I'm here. Her pregnant woman hormones are overshadowing logic at the moment." Harry replied.

Dean's shoulders slumped. Pushing the door the rest of the way open, he walked over to the bed Hermione had slept in while she was there, sitting on the edge. Seeing the opportunity for what it was, Harry entered the room slowly and sat on the edge of the other bed, facing the hunter.

"I never expected her to show up after six months and tell me she was pregnant." Dean started quietly.

"I don't imagine you did. That would be a shock for anyone." Harry replied. "Ginny, Ron, Ron's girlfriend, Hannah, and I, all tried to convince her to come tell you sooner."

"I know. She told me." Dean told him. He wasn't sure what all Hermione had told him, so he was treading carefully.

"Okay." Harry replied. "So, what happened?"

"I needed to think. This wasn't in my plans, ever. I'm a hunter Harry, I'm not exactly what a kid wants as a father. Not to mention the world is about to get a whole lot scarier. What happens if whatever big bad I'm up against, comes after her and my kid, just to get to me?" Dean asked.

"That's understandable. I hear that you were raised by a hunter?" Harry asked.

"If you want to call it that." Dean replied bitterly.

"Okay, so what happened after you realized you needed to think about this situation?" Harry asked.

"She gave me some bullshit about her not telling me so that I will feel unnecessarily responsible." Dean replied, his voice slightly angered.

"To be fair, her heart was in the right place. She was trying to tell you that if you wanted to not be a part of their life, that you could choose that." Harry told him. "She doesn't want to pressure you into anything. I know her, that's the last thing she would do."

"I get it. I kind of snapped, told her that what she'd said didn't help the situation, and that I needed to process. She offered to go, so I said that would be best, because I didn't want her to see me like this. This is how I process. I get cranky, and I drink too much." Dean told Harry, hanging his head.

"Okay." Harry replied standing.

"What do you mean 'okay?'" Dean asked, bewildered by Harry's response.

"Like I said, I just wanted your side of the story. That's all." Harry told him, shrugging.

"Bobby says she loves me." Dean said in a low voice.

"That's something you have to talk to her about. I'm not getting in the middle of that." Harry replied.

"Okay. Just tell her that I need some time. You can probably tell her better than I did." Dean told the young wizard.

"I will. It's just as I figured it was. I tried telling her that this was about you needing some time, but Hermione's stubborn on a good day." Harry joked.

"It was good to see you Harry." Dean replied, shooting Harry a friendly smile.

"You too Dean. Sober up and think seriously. Just don't let her hang for too long." Harry warned. "Her hormones have a way of making very sharp U-turns unexpectedly."

Dean chuckled, picturing Hermione a crying mess one minute, and angry enough to send him another howler the next. "Thanks for the warning."

"No problem mate." Harry said exiting the room.

He made his way back downstairs, satisfied with the answers Dean gave him. He was ready to go back to Hogwarts, and pound some logic back into Hermione's hormone soaked brain. Thanking Bobby and Sam, he walked back out to the driveway, where he apparated back to the residency corridor of Hogwarts.

Once back at Hogwarts, Harry made his way back to Hermione's quarters. This time, there was no noise coming from the other side of the door. He knocked, but there was no response. Figuring she was resting like he'd suggested; Harry went in search of Ginny, to hang out with her before trying to talk some sense into his pregnant friend.

Sioux Falls, South Dakota

To say Sam was confused as to everything going on with Dean would be an understatement. First, a young woman showed up, then left again, abruptly. She had obviously said something to Dean that had him holed up in a bedroom upstairs, refusing to talk. Then, another young man came to see his brother. He'd shown up, and left just as abruptly as well. Bobby seemed to know the two-young people who came to see his brother, but he wasn't telling Sam much of anything. He stuck to his books, mumbling something that sounded like "idjits," every so often.

Deciding he'd been left out of the loop long enough, Sam climbed the stairs to confront his older brother. Unlike earlier, the bedroom door wasn't closed. He found Dean sitting on one of the beds, a nearly empty bottle of whiskey dangling from one hand.

"What's going on with you?" Sam asked, propping his shoulder on the door frame.

"I'm not down with the sharing and caring Sammy, you know that." Dean replied, not looking at him.

"You're going to have to talk at some point." Sam told him.

"I don't want to talk. Like I told Harry, I want to think." Dean replied, his eyes fixed on a spot on the opposite wall.

"This is about whatever it is Hermione wanted to talk to you about." Sam observed.

"Thank you captain obvious." Dean muttered.

"Jerk." Sam bit out.

"Bitch." Dean shot back, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth at the use of their familiar banter.

"Does Bobby have anything else on this Mother of All thing?" Dean asked, as a means to distract not only Sam from his sharing is caring crap, but himself too.

"No, nothing solid. He says it's quiet." Sam replied, knowing Dean was just trying to take the focus off him.

"Quiet, like quiet? Or quiet, like too quiet?" Dean asked, looking at Sam for the first time since he had arrived in the doorway.

"When's it ever just quiet?" Sam observed.

"Right." Dean shrugged.

At that moment, Sam's phone pinged in his pocket. Pulling it out to look at the screen, he saw that he'd received a text, from a number he didn't recognize. "Huh." He mused out loud.

"What?" Dean asked wondering what was up.

Sam pushed himself from the door frame, and walked over to Dean, angling the screen of the phone so he could see the text for himself. It said: Sam 41.7088, -71.2735.

"Are those coordinates?" Dean asked his brother. "Who's it from?"

Sam shrugged. "I have no idea."

Sam pulled the phone back from Dean. "I suppose we should look into it." Dean remarked.

"Are you sure you want to?" Sam asked.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" Dean replied.

"It's just, you seem to have a lot on your plate right now. How about I look into things, and if there's a hunt here, then you can distract yourself with it." Sam suggested.

"Whatever." Dean replied, finally capping the bottle he'd been drinking from.

"At some point, you're going to have to tell me what's up." Sam said, moving back to the doorway.

Dean just gave Sam a look. He wasn't ready to talk. He'd done enough talking for now. If there was a hunt, that was a good thing. He could compartmentalize for a while. Take a break from the weight of the knowledge that he was on the verge of becoming a father, and whether he was going to take on the responsibility, or not.

Sam sighed, and left Dean to his thoughts. He was kind of hoping there wasn't a hunt, so Dean could just deal with whatever it was that was going on, and move forward, one way or another. He wasn't sure Dean was in the right place mentally to be going on a hunt, but he'd told his brother he'd look into it, so he would.