A/N - God I am so sorry for such the late update, so I hope that you'll forgive me for it. To make it up to you I'm gonna make this chapter longer than my other ones. I don't have any excuses as to why this is such a late update other than my procrastination (and discovery of many other fantastic TV shows and movies (Heroes is feckn EPIC!) Anyway this chapter will hopefully make up for my absence. Oh and before I forget for those of you who are Heroes fans then I will be writing a Harry Potter Crossover for it (even though I am extremely new to the series) and it will be a slash but I've set up a poll for the pairing between: - Harry/Peter, Harry/Isaac and Harry/Mohinder (so it will be set in the first series and will probably just be an oneshot). I will write the other pairing after but I want to know what others want to read most. I'm doing this 'because I have not found a single slash Harry/someone pairing for Heroes and it made me upset. Anyway onto Chapter 3 of Jail Bait! Be warned there will be a Sam and Harry SEXY SCENE! ZOMGYAY! Because I think ya'll patient folks deserve it. But there's a twist oh ho ho.

Disclaimer: - No matter how much I want to I do not own any characters of Supernatural or Harry Potter. They belong to the respective owners and I am not making any money from this fiction.

Oh and before I forget, people have expressed their concerns about Harry being to submissive, well I'm going to make him more 'manly' in this chapter i.e. he's gonna grow some balls. Enjoy

Jail Bait - Chapter 3 - Fisticuffs

Harry watched as Dean artfully dodged the inmates sloppy punch. It caused an odd sensation to spread through Harry's stomach. It was a mixture of anger and . . . something else he was unsure of. Harry stood quickly, the rickety plastic chair scraping against the cheap linoleum floor of the cafeteria. The noise attracted the attention of Sam, who was looking at Harry in confusion.

His confused look suddenly became clear when Harry cracked his knuckles with what could be described as a fierce look on his face. Sam also stood, prepared to hold the smaller man back. Just as Sam was about to grab hold of Harry's arm he pounced, well not literally. Harry was behind the burly man with inhuman speed when he leaped on his back.

Harry grabbed the man in a chokehold, and using all his strength slammed him to the ground. It was an impressive feat for a man so small, what made it more impressive was when he suddenly kicked the man in the family jewels and spat "Piss off".

There was suddenly a sharp whistle, all of the inmates suddenly cleared. Their clearance was explained when a guard was striding purposefully towards he and Dean. He had a somewhat sadistic smirk on his face whilst he whacked his baton against his hand.

He looked Harry up and down and said "Well well kitties got claws" He looked down at the inmate on the ground with a disgusted sneer.

"On your feet Lucas," he then looked at Dean with a condescending stare "Not a good start Winchester" whilst holding his baton under his chin and tilting his head to look at him.

Sam was looking on worriedly to Dean and Harry, occasionally glancing at the newly dubbed Lucas, expecting him to lash out. The guard look at Harry, Dean and Lucas before turning to a fellow guard ad stating "Take them to solitary". The guards grabbed on to them and led them towards the door. Dean looked at Harry and smirked, whilst he turned to Sam and asked,

"You having fun yet?"

Sam just looked un-amused, before glancing worriedly towards another inmate that made a throat slitting gesture towards him. He turned back to Dean and glared heatedly at his back.

Sitting moodily in solitary, Dean stared at the dank wall. Glancing at the cell across from him he quickly gave Harry a once over, smirking before turning back to the wall. "I wish I had a baseball" stated Dean conversationally, trying to break the awkward silence. Across from him Harry snorted.

Lucas who was in the cell beside Harry's, walked up to the bars and asked "What wus that?"

Dean looked toward him and repeated "I wish I had a baseball, like Steve McQueen", he grinned thinking he had smoothed things over with Tiny.

Tiny looked at him, it was a look that clearly said 'Shut up or I will kill you', and said "Well I wish that I had a bat so that I could bash your head in"

Sitting himself back against the wall, Dean mutters "Well that's our touching solitary bonding moment over", yet again there's a snort from Harry, who looks at Dean with an amused grin on his face. Dean grins back, a short fluttering sensation in his stomach which caused a crease to form on his brow and him to pat his stomach subconsciously.

Suddenly the lights began to flicker in Dean's cell, the temperature dropped suddenly and his breath became visible, white puffs of cold air. Under his breath he muttered "Oh crap", before holding onto the bars of his cell door. He looked at the clock where the hands suddenly stopped moving, he curses incoherently.

Harry looked over worriedly, his own panting breaths forming wispy clouds. He asked "What's wrong? Dean, what's going on?"

Dean looks at Harry and now Lucas as he came closer to the bars of his own cell door. "Listen to me," Dean said in a demanding voice "Stay very still, and whatever you do don't panic". Disregarding Dean's order, Lucas looked out of his cell door fully when suddenly a frightening face appeared in front of him. Lifeless black eyes gazing at him. Lucas scrambled to the back of his cell, clearly frightened.

Hands grabbed him from behind, turning around he was face to face with the very same lifeless black eyes that were outside of his cell moments ago. His heart began beating erratically, thumping painfully against his chest. A spider webs of veins criss-crossing themselves all over his face as he gasped fruitlessly for breath. He screams as his chest feels like it was going to explode, as his heart gives out.

The entire time Dean watched helplessly from his cell and Harry held his hands over his ears in a vain attempt to block out the terrible screams. Dean lowered his head and Harry gave a shuddering gasp.

Back in his cell Sam took advantage of the fact that his scary rapist 'friend' a.k.a. his 'roomie' was in solitary confinement with Dean and (his newly found kinda friend) Harry. He took the time to think of the weird sensations he experienced when around Harry.

They were just like the sensations he got when he first met Jess, something he hadn't experienced since. Sam's eyes fluttered, I couldn't be love could it? And his eyes closed

Sam found himself in what seemed to be in a large room with nothing but a large, plush looking bed. The bed was a lustful scarlet and was scattered with black pillows that gave a sensual look to what would be just an ordinary bed. It just screamed sex, so much so that Sam wondered why he was here.

He heard a muffled groan, it was unexpected so startled Sam. He turned to his right to see a sight that caused his mouth to go dry and a spike of arousal to shoot straight down his spine. There was Harry, his hands chained above his head with only a black silk cloth covering his dignity.

Sam drank in the sight before him; he started from the tip of his toes, up along the smooth and slender legs that seemingly went on forever. Sam quickly skimmed over the cloth covered area as he was too embarrassed to spend an extended period observing it. His eyes trailed along the smooth flat stomach with only a trail of hair leading under the cloth.

He observed the perky rosy nipples that were oh so inviting and continued up along the neck that was begging to be marked. His eyes landed on the rosy lips, when he suddenly flushed because of the intensity of want that he felt.

Harry's eyes fluttered signalling he was coming to, and Sam suddenly panicked. The panic grew as Harry's eyes opened and showed the sparkling emeralds that were only moments ago hidden. Although they were sparkling, they were clouded with a lust so intense it made Sam squirm with need.

Harry was panting, flushed and was an overall picture of eroticism. He moaned, and looking Sam straight in the eye pleaded "Please". And that was when Sam snapped, he leaped forward like a wild animal and kissed Harry so roughly on the lips he was positive that both of their lips were bruised. Sam nipped at Harry's lips and started kissing his way down his elegant neck, leaving a trail of marks all the way down to his chest.

Harry moaned as Sam took one of his nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue along the bud whilst his hands tweaked teasingly to the other one, leaving Harry a quivering mess before him. Harry's hands twitched in their prison as he ached to touch Sam, it was a futile attempt and he groaned in disappointment.

Sam grinned slightly at this, enjoying the torturous pleasure that he was inflicting onto Harry. Harry spoke once more, it was near incomprehensible due to his moans "P-plea ngh please, d-don't ah t-tease" he panted breathlessly. Sam trailed further down planning to end Harry's torture as well as his own.

His hands slipped under the black silk and as his hand clenched around Harry's straining erection, there was a slam.

Sam started, suddenly conscious and aware that he was no longer in the erotic bedroom but rather in a dank cell. He turned to see a guard grinning maliciously at Sam, whilst shoving someone into his cell with him. Looking over at his new cell mate, he flushed as he noticed it was . . .

"Harry" Sam whispered, Harry looked at Sam and grinned slightly though it didn't reach his eyes,

"Hey Sam", Sam hoped desperately that Harry wouldn't look down to see his bulging slacks, sweat dripped from his brow with nervousness.

The guard looked at Harry and grinned lewdly "Welcome to your new home boy" and with that the cell door slammed shut and the cell was engulfed in darkness.

A/N - Woah, my God that is the longest chapter I have ever written. Anyway I hoped you liked it 'cause I sure did. Once again I'm sorry about the late update, but I really just couldn't be bothered. So remember if you're a fan of Heroes then there's a poll on my profile.