A/N: A somewhat short chapter so I decided to post it early. Don't expect the next for a few days at least. I need to pace these things so I don't fall behind after all :)

Warning: Some mild swearing in this one.

When Harry next awoke, he was lying on his side on a rather lumpy bed. Rolling over, he groped blindly for his glasses. Only to pause as a rather blurry hand held them out to him.

"Here," A gruff voice said. In the time it took for Harry to take the offered spectacles and slip them onto his face, the events from the previous night had flooded back to him. Harry jerked upwards in the bed, his eyes roving wildly around the room.

A man of average height with closely cropped hair stood not far from his bedside, watching him curiously. He wore an open flannel shirt over a t-shirt and jeans, with heavy looking boots, and some kind of necklace around his neck. The other man in the room was much taller even while sitting at the small dining room table of what Harry was beginning to think must be a motel room. The man's hair was longer and he sported a more concerned expression than his brother. He wore a simple grey t-shirt over jeans.

"Er, thanks." Harry said as a way to break the silence that had fallen over them.

"How are you feeling?" The longer haired man spoke. Harry had been unable to recognise any discernible characteristics last night, what with the dark alley and his own exhaustion, but he recognised the man's voice as belonging to Sam.

"Fine." Harry lied. In truth, his head was thumping something awful, his ankle throbbed and his whole body gave off a faint ache.

"Right." Dean agreed with a roll of his eyes and a light smirk. "What's your name, kid?"

"Harry." Harry told them simply. He figured it was probably best to not mention his last name, just in case they recognised him. "How'd you know where to find me?" Harry asked the two.

"We were passing through and we heard word that there was a vamp hunting someone in the area, so we drove around last night until we caught sight of you both in the alley." Dean told him as he moved to lounge on the bed next to Harry's.

Harry remained unmoving for several seconds as his mind processed this.

"What's a vamp?" Harry asked hesitantly.

"A vampire." Sam expanded.

"You know, the ugly sonofa bitch that was chasing you." Dean helpfully added. "What'd you do to piss it off so much, anyway?" He asked, head tilting slightly. Harry blinked. So it had been a vampire hunting him? Harry had seen one or two depictions of vampires in his Defence Against the Dark Arts textbooks, but none of them had looked like the beast that had been chasing him.

"Er, I didn't really do anything." Harry shrugged. "I think- I think it was chasing me because of my dad." Harry added at their somewhat disbelieving looks. He supposed having a vampire chase you over state lines and for days on end wasn't exactly a normal occurrence. At least, he hoped it wasn't.

"Your dad?" Sam repeated with a frown. "Is he a hunter?" The tall man asked.

"What's a hunter?" Harry asked with a frown. Both men looked to one another before turning back to him.

"Hunters are the people that stop supernatural things, like vampires, from hurting innocent civilians, like you." Sam explained patiently.

"So you're hunters?" Harry looked between the two men unsurely. He'd thought hunters were people that went after deer and rabbits, that sort of thing.

"Yep. Kind of a family business." Dean added with a not so happy smirk. "So your dad?" Dean pressed.

"I don't know." Harry shrugged. He turned his eyes down to the quilt covering his legs, picking at a loose thread on it rather than look to the two men. "I've never met him." Harry revealed.

"Oh." Dean muttered.

"Alright, well you should be safe now that we've put the vampire down." Sam said. He flashed Harry a kind smile when the teen finally brought his eyes up to look at him. "We can drop you back to your family, if you like?" Sam offered.

Harry squirmed somewhat uncomfortably. "That's alright. I wouldn't want to be a bother." Harry hedged uneasily. He appreciated what these two had done for him. But Harry needed to decide whether he wanted to return to Kansas and continue his mostly fruitless searching for a man he'd come to suspect had moved from the area years prior, or return to the brewing war in England.

"It's no bother." Sam assured him earnestly.

Harry decided that was his cue to leave. He pulled the quilt back and threw his legs over the side of the bed. Standing on his ankle was more than a little painful but Harry stubbornly refused to let it stop him. Looking around he spotted his filth stained backpack at the side of the bed and quickly scooped it up. "I appreciate what you guys did, really I do. But I'm fine." Harry assured them with a faint smile.

He didn't look up to see Sam and Dean exchange a frown with one another.

"Listen kid, we'd feel a whole lot better if we could at least drop you off." Dean told him. There was stubborn hint to the man's words that Harry recognised.

"You've done enough, really." Harry promised, equally as stubborn. He hobbled his way to the motel door, frowning only slightly at the salt line that lay in front of it. "I should be going. Thanks again." Harry told them before he was hurrying through the door.

Neither of the two brothers tried to stop him, although Harry felt at least one of their gazes on his back as he hobbled his way away from the motel.

A/N: Hope you guys liked it! And don't worry, this isn't the last time Harry will meet the boys!
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