Sam had been walking around the small town for just over 20 minutes, when suddenly he heard a whimper. He froze, and looked around for the source of the noise. Hearing laughter a couple houses over he quickly went to investigate. As he got closer he heard someone talking, and heard the whimper again.

"Who knew the famous Harry Potter would finally run out of luck? Poor baby Potter, all alone, with no one to rescue him. Imagine how famous I will become if I were to possess the Harry Potter. I would be able to enjoy the use of all your magic, and I would have access to the wizarding world. It will be a beautiful thing."

As Sam peered around the corner he barely listened to what the demon had to say. He saw that a burly guy, probably a body builder, had a much small, almost feminine guy pinned to the wall of the house. It would have looked like just another bully threatening some poor kid, if the big guy hadn't had pitch black eyes.

Sam felt rage boil his blood at the site. This defenseless kid was being attacked by a demon, and by the looks of it, was about to be possessed by said demon. He couldn't just stand by and do nothing, so he stepped around the corner of the house.

It took a minute, but as soon as the demon noticed him it stopped taunting the kid.

"Well, well, well. Sam Winchester. What an unpleasant surprise. This doesn't concern you, leave."

"I think it does. Drop the kid!"

"I can't do that. This kid is my ride to fame!"

This confused Sam, but he refused to back down.

"Drop him, now. This is your last warning."

"Oh, I'm so scared. Last I heard you were the weaker hunter of the Winchester clan."

"Well you heard wrong."

This said, Sam unleashed his powers, slowly but surely pulling the demon from the big guy's body. As the guy bent over and began hacking when the demon was flowing out of him, the kid fell to the ground with a sickening thud. Moments later Sam destroyed the demon and hurried over to the fallen men.

He quickly checked the pulse on the previously possessed guy, and once determining that he would be fine, ran over to where the kid had fallen. The kid was still lying on the ground, so Sam dropped to his knees beside him.

"Kid? Kid! Wake up!"

The kid groaned in pain, hand going to head as he opened his eyes.

"Would you stop yelling? I'm awake. And I'm not a kid."

"Sorry. Are you okay? Do you need help?"

"I'm fine; could you help me stand up though?"

Sam stood quickly, giving a nod. He reached his hand down to help pull the 'not a kid' to his feet.

"Damn you're tall."

The kid grumbled as he let Sam pull him up. Sam just laughed as he helped the guy find his footing.

"So, kid…"

"I'm not a bloody kid! I'm probably older than you!"

While the guy ranted Sam just stood there, noticing a British accent come through the more worked up he got. He had to quickly move forward to catch the guy, as he suddenly pitched forward.

"Whoa there, are you sure you're alright?"

"…I feel really dizzy…"

"Come on, let's get you home. Where do you live?"

"I don't live here, I was just visiting…"

"Well where are you staying then?"

"… A motel..."

Sam grabbed the guy as he pitched forward again, and helped straighten him one more time.

"Let's try this. Hi, my name is Sam and I am staying at the Red Ridge Motel. I won't hurt you; I just want to get you to safety."

"I'm Harry. Good to meet you Sammy. That's funny, 'm staying at the Red Ridge too."

Sam would have smiled in triumph if Harry hadn't taken another tumble to the ground, the only thing stopping him from hitting it this time being Sam's arms. Harry's speech has also begun to sound mumbled, and Sam wondered if Harry had hit his head when he fell.

"Do you remember which room you were staying in?"

"Of course… It was…4… Or 8… Definitely one of those two… Or maybe 14…."

"Do you have the keys?"

"Mhmm… Here. I don't know why, but I trust you. Consider it thanks for saving my life."

Sam laughed as he took the keys. He wasn't sure why it meant so much that Harry trusted him, but it did.

"Thanks. Come on, I'll help you back to you're room."

Sam hauled Harry to his feet again, and wrapped his large arm around Harry's tiny frame. With Harry leaning against him they slowly made their way back to the motel.

All of the sudden Harry gasped in pain and fisted his hand in Sam's shirt.

"Harry?"

Harry continued breathing hard for a few minutes, and then suddenly looked up at Sam.

"Sammy… 'M gonna pass out now…"

Sam didn't have time to register the words before Harry slumped in his arms. Sam stood there shocked for a minute, before gingerly scooping Harry up and walking faster back to the motel.

Sam made it back to the motel in 20 minutes, admittedly having jogged most of the way.

He proceeded to carry Harry to room number 8 and then tried to figure out how to grab the keys and unlock the door, while holding Harry. It wasn't hard to figure out which room was his, as there were only 10 rooms, and Sam and Dean were staying in number 4.

After finally getting the door open Sam staggered in and walked over to the bed, not even bothering with the light. Every single room was set up the same way, so he had no problem finding the bed. As he laid Harry down on top of the covers he began wondering if he should remove some of his clothes as well, so that he would be more comfortable as he slept. He decided to just remove Harry's shoes and jacket.

When he began taking off Harry's coat, harry grabbed Sam's wrist and sat straight up in the bed. Even in the dim lighting Sam could see that Harry's eyes weren't fully registering what was going on.

"What are you doing?"

"I was just taking off your jacket so you would be more comfortable."

"Who're you?"

"It's Sam. You met me earlier remember?"

"Sam… Oh yeah, the giant… Could you help me get the rest of these off too? They are all muddy…"

Sam flushed but nodded.

"Sure."

In no time Harry was laying in just his boxers.

"I'm cold…."

"Come on, under the covers. You should feel better in the morning; I didn't see you hit your head very hard."

"It hurts…"

"It will be alright. I will leave a note for you, telling you which room I'm in. You can come get your keys in the morning."

"…Okay…."

Sam turned to leave the room not wanting to keep Harry awake any longer. He was probably just exhausted from his run-in with the demon.

"Sammy, wait… I don't want to impose… But would you maybe…. Stay with me tonight…?"

Sam turned to look at Harry, and after determining that he really meant it and wasn't just talking in his sleep, nodded.

"I'll just sit by the bed till you wake, alright?"

"There is another bed. I always get a room with two, though I don't know why…"

"Alright. Goodnight Harry."

Sam quickly removed his jacket, pants and shoes, and climbed under the covers wearing his boxers and tee shirt. He lay awake for a while, unable to drift off. He heard a strange chattering noise coming from the next bed, and quietly climbed out of his and went over to harry's.

"Harry? Are you still awake?"

"Mhmm… Kinda… Sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, I couldn't fall asleep. Are you alright?"

"…I'm just a bit cold. It's nothing."

Sam considered this momentarily before removing his own shirt.

"Sit up."

"What?"

"Come on, sit up. Trust me."

"…"

Harry didn't say anything, but did as he was told. As soon as he was sitting up Sam slipped his shirt over Harry's head.

"There. That should keep you warm."

"This is your shirt. What about you? I have my own shirts…"

"I will be fine. I figure you probably don't want me going through your stuff. Just get some sleep, I'll take it back in the morning."

"Well, alright then…"

Sam walked back to his bed and crawled under the covers. He was feeling more tired now, and was able to relax his body.

As he drifted off to sleep he heard Harry's quietly whispered words, and they put a smile on his face, that stayed even in his sleep.

"Thank you Sammy…"


A/N: Next chapter will be out a.s.a.p., I just need some rest right now.