Author's Note: Okey Dokey! Well, first thing's first. I'm sorry it took so long to get this out, but well, 'life happens' and all that jazz. Next, there seems to be a great deal of confusion about dear old Az. For as long as I can remember I've always thought that the four horsemen were the four archangels. Raphael-pestilence, Michael-war, Gabriel-famine, and Azreal-death. Now, I have dug through my Bible and as many holy books as I could find when all this confusion started, and here's what I learned. There's nothing saying they are, but there's also nothing saying they aren't. No one knows who the horsemen are- it's all speculation. Truth be told the horsemen get about a three sentence paragraph each in Revelations and aren't mentioned anywhere else. It also doesn't say where they come from, just that they come at the sound of a trumpet. SO I looked at what is says in Supernatural. According to what I could find in Supernatural (not owning season 5) they consider the horsemen to be separate entities from the angels. They also added quite a bit of 'scripture' about the horsemen that I couldn't find in my bible which tells me two things. First, that the writers of Supernatural are a hell of a lot braver than I am (you don't want to know what is supposed to happen to people who add or take from scripture) and two, I think Azreal just became an OC. So, I guess I'm going to have to do a flashback at some point to show the brothers meeting Az and maybe a few other things. I didn't want to do flashback because they can disrupt the flow of a story, but I suppose I'll do it for you guys because you are all so very awesome! And thanks by the way for all of your sweet reviews and tips on where to find Supernatural stuffs! ;D

Wow, that was a lot of explaining. Thanks again for being so patient! Cookies for all! Now, here's the real reason you came...

Chapter Four

"How long have you been seventeen?" Dean asked curiously.

"My birthday is July thirty-first." Harry answered. "Ginny and I, we were planning our last year of school, then we were going to get married. Doesn't matter though. She's dead now…" His dull voice trailed off.

"Look, we don't know anything about that." Sam sighed. "But we know how angels and demons get when they start screwing with people."

"Do you?" Harry spat. "Do you know what it's like for a demon to walk up to you in your four-year-old godson's dead body and hand you a news clipping saying that the child is wanted for the murder of his own grandparents?"

"No." Dean said coldly. "Our particular brand of nasty likes to track down the women in our lives and burn them to death in front of us. Starting with our mother."

Harry fell silent, and for a moment the brothers thought he had left. Then, he spoke again. "Do you want to see them?" Harry's voice asked softly.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your mother, and the others… Would you like to see them?"

Sam frowned at the disembodied voice. "But, they're dead."

"I can bring them back for a time." Came the offer. "It helps a bit. They can't stay here, but you can at least have a chance to say good bye."

"Are you saying you can bring the dead back to life?" Dean demanded.

"No." The voice answered. "Nothing can do that, but I can bring back their souls for a time. Let me out of here and I'll show you."

The two brothers exchanged a dark look. "Is that why Azreal wants you so badly? Because you bring the dead back to life?"

"I told you, just their souls." Harry sighed. "I can call their souls back into the land of the living. They're still dead."

"Do it then." Dean growled. "Bring someone back."

"Do you promise to take me out of here?" The older brother nodded.

Suddenly a scarred hand appeared, grabbing the older Winchester's arm in a vice grip, forcing him to grab it's wrist in instinct. Slowly, a golden thread of light wrapped around the interlocked arms. "I swear I will show you how I can retrieve the dead. I swear I will retrieve one person for a time. Do you swear?"

"Swear what?"

"To get me the bloody hell out of here." Harry demanded. "And to return the stone when you've spoken to your dead."

"What stone?" Sam butted in.

"Swear it!"

"I swear." Dean said slowly. The thread of light pulsed four times before sinking into the skin of their arms.

"That was in Unbreakable Vow." Harry said, releasing Dean's arm. "If you break it, you die."

"You son of a bitch!" Dean growled.

"Calm down." The voice said. There was the sound of heavy fabric shifting and suddenly a lean young man was standing warily next to them. His startling green eyes regarded them cautiously as he draped some sort of silvery blanket over his arm. "This didn't used to work in here." He said softly, pulling a small ring off of his finger. "It just started working again one day." He shrugged handing it to Dean.

The elder Winchester frowned glaring angrily at the thick golden band with its polished stone setting. "What the hell is this?" He growled heatedly.

"The Resurrection Stone." Harry answered. "It's one of the three things my ancestor stole from Death."

"Wait." Sam frowned, looking at the simple ring his brother held. "Are you saying one of your ancestor's stole Death's ring, and that you can use it to bring back the dead?" He asked skeptically.

"Not just me." Harry said, glaring at the stone setting. "Anyone, but most people who use the stone go mad and kill themselves."

"Why?" Dean asked cautiously.

"The stone gives you a pathetic mockery of what you would die to get, but can never have. It brings back the souls of the people you would give anything to be with again." He answered bitterly. "Turn it and see for yourself."

"Turn it?"

The teen sighed. "Hold the ring in your hand and turn it three times."

With a raised eyebrow Dean did as the young man suggested. Then he yelped as the shades appeared. "Holy crap!"

"What?" Sam demanded. "What is it?"

Dean glanced between the shades and his brother. "Sammy can't see us." John said. Then he frowned at his older son. "You shouldn't have called us back."

"Hush." Mary Winchester said, lightly slapping her husband's arm. Then she smiled brilliantly at her children. "You've both grown so strong." She told him. Dean shivered as she reached out to touch him, but he felt nothing as she brushed a hand along his cheekbone. "I'm so proud of you both."

The stone slipped from Dean's numb fingers and the two shades disappeared. "What the hell was that?" He demanded as Harry bent to retrieve his ring.

"I would presume it your mother or father." Harry shrugged. "Parents and fiancées are usually the first to show up."

"Our dad is in Hell." The elder brother growled.

"Whether you're dead in Heaven, or dead in Hell, you are still dead." Came the soft reply. "As long as the soul remains intact, the Resurrection Stone can bring it back. Unfortunately, if the soul is shredded or devoured it's a lost cause." He frowned. "I've shown you the Stone; you've called your dead. Hold up your end of the vow; let me out of this damned apartment."

"Will you come back with us to our hotel?" Sam asked watching the teen.

Harry was quiet for several seconds before nodding. "I do want to go home, but I don't even know if home is still there." He shrugged. "At least I'll be out of here."

"Then let's get out of here." Dean said, glaring at the place where John and Mary had stood. "This place gives me the creeps."

Azreal was waiting when Sam and Dean brought Harry out of the apartment. "You." Harry frowned. "Did you bring them here?" He asked quietly.

The angel nodded. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you sooner."

"You're an angel?" He asked slowly.

"Yes."

"Then why are you so interested in me?" The teen asked slowly, anger and disgust seeping into his voice. "Is it because of what happened with Tom?"

"Who is Tom?" The younger Winchester asked curiously.

"He's the man who tried to kill me?" Harry answered, not taking his eyes from the angel.

"I am sorry about that, Harry." Azreal sighed. "I didn't dare interfere between the two of you because it would have drawn far too much attention to the two of you."

"Why?" The green eyed teen yelled suddenly. "Is it because of the Hallows? Because I'm the Chosen One? The Boy-Who-Bloody-Couldn't-Die-Without-Screwing-It-Up?"

The four were silent for a moment before Azreal shook his head sadly. "It's because I made a mistake." He admitted. "Ignatius and his brothers were my children." He confessed quietly. "And you, Harry, are the last of their bloodline."

"Wait a second." Sam muttered. "Are you saying that the kid is some sort of, what? Almost Nephilim?"

"Like bloody hell." Harry protested angrily. His eyes narrowed filling with emotion for the first time since the brothers had met him. "I'm not some damn angel, I'm not a hero, and I am not related to him!"

"Then who are you?" Dean asked sarcastically, not expecting an answer.

"Harry Bloody Potter." The teen snapped.

Azreal sighed bitterly. "I am sorry." He said softly. "I never expected anyone to find you. If you and Tom hadn't tried so hard to kill each other both of you would have remained blissfully anonymous."

"I want to go home." Harry suddenly demanded.

"You can't." Dean said softly.

"Why not?"

"Because angels and demons don't like half-breeds." He replied.

"Well neither does the rest of the world!" The teen hissed.

"Look," Sam said, trying to calm the agitated teen, "if you go home, angels and demons will follow you because they can use you to control Az, or maybe just to get rid of you. Do you really want to drag everyone you know into their stupid war?" They watched as Harry seemed to deflate. "You said you'd come back to the hotel with us. If we go ahead and head there you can at least get yourself sorted out. If you want, you can leave later. At least we won't be arguing in a public hallway."

Harry studied his rescuers for several quiet seconds before nodding his consent.

"Before we leave," the angel said softly, "Harry, do you still have the Hallows?"

"Why?" Dean asked suspiciously.

"Because." Azreal answered not taking his gaze from the wizard. "They were made to keep you safe."