A/N: It's a little late, sorry about that.
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Harry wandered around the town rather aimlessly. He wasn't even sure which town he'd ended up in after his attempts to lose the vampire hunting him. It took him a few hours after leaving the diner to realise he was in the state of Illinois. It didn't take him long after that to find his way to a bus terminal.

Harry looked between the destinations and wondered for a moment whether he'd be better off getting on an airport shuttle to return to England, or to get on a random bus and travel America. Clearly there was no point in pursuing John Winchester when even his real sons couldn't find him. Harry had already discovered that America was home to creatures he had never encountered before. But returning home meant going back to Privet Drive. Back to constant chores and the threat of both his uncle's violence and Voldemort.

Laid out like that, Harry decided he'd much rather take his chances with American monsters. Harry found a bus leaving for Chicago and bought himself a ticket. He had a mere half hour wait so he settled himself into one of the relatively comfortable chairs in the mostly empty bus terminal, to wait.

He wasn't alone for long.

"Travelling alone, young man?" An elderly woman asked as she settled herself next to him.

Harry looked up into the wrinkled yet kind looking face of a woman in her late 70's at least. Her hair was in white curls atop her head and her sparkling brown eyes were hidden by horn-rimmed spectacles.

"Yeah," Harry agreed, offering the woman a tight smile.

"You look like you've had a rough time of it, dear." The old woman commented as she eyed him up and down. Harry couldn't even hold the light nose wrinkle she gave against her. He knew he smelt less than fresh.

"You could say that." Harry muttered. He turned his attention down to his stained, second hand sneakers.

"On your way home?" She asked him. Harry shook his head. He was surprised when she patted his shoulder gently. "No. I didn't think you were. You're a long way from home, aren't you, Mr Potter?" She said even as her hold on his shoulder turned harsh and vicious.

Harry whipped his head up to stare at the woman. Her once brown eyes were a vivid and complete black.

"I- What?" Harry stuttered as he tried to pull himself back. His attempts becoming more desperate as her hold remained unwavering.

"I heard your conversation with the Winchesters." She tutted, her lips turning up into a cruel smile. "It's probably for the best that they wanted nothing to do with you. If they knew what you are they'd probably try to kill you." She commented.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Harry demanded. He was sent sprawling as the woman let go of his shoulder quite abruptly. Harry rolled over onto his back and scrambled until he was on his hands. "What are you?" Harry gasped. He scrambled backwards as the old woman stood to her feet.

"Oh honey," She crooned at him. "You took quite a spill. Let me help you up." Her black eyes gleamed as she suddenly thrust her hand out and upward.

Harry let out a yell as he was suddenly picked up off the floor and thrown harshly against a pillar several feet away. A pressing force kept him dangling pressed against the pillar several meters from the floor. It pinned him so he could barely draw in breath let alone try reaching for his wand. Harry was helpless as the old woman began to approach, her movement far too fluid for someone of her supposed age.

"I know a man who'd pay quite a pretty penny for your head, Mr Potter." The old woman told him. She stopped mere centimetres from Harry. Raising the hand not currently holding him against the pillar, she stroked a gnarled finger down his jaw line. "And I know even more that would pay handsomely for any of the Winchester spawn." She practically purred.

Harry squirmed trying to escape or at least flinch backwards.

"Get off me!" He growled somewhat breathlessly.

A noise like a thunder clap sounded close by and suddenly the old woman was blasted away from him.

Harry fell to the floor, gasping for air. He wasn't there long before a strong hand was grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and forcing him up. A man took a hold of the top of his arm and urged him quickly forward, ignoring Harry's hissed moans of pain as he was forced to limp on his injured ankle.

"Come on," A gruff voice ordered. Harry looked up into the face of his rescuer. All he could see of the man's profile was a strong, stubble covered jaw and brown hair. The man wore a long leather jacket over his jeans, one which looked eerily like the one Dean had worn in the diner. In the hand not pulling Harry along, the man held a shot gun with its barrel cut off.

"Who-?" Harry began to ask.

"Not now." The man cut him off. They barely made it half-way across the terminal when Harry felt that familiar pressure sending him flying forward. He cringed at the fast approaching wall but could do nothing to lessen the impact. Harry let out a low groan as he was slammed face first into the wall.

"Well, well," The old woman's voice came from somewhere behind him. "If it isn't John Winchester."

Harry's eyes went wide and he tried desperately to struggle against the force that was still holding him squashed against the wall. It was lesser than it had been before but Harry still couldn't wiggle free.

"Let the kid go." The same gruff voice ordered. The voice of his father, Harry realised.

"Oh, but Johnny boy. Think how much the two of you would be worth together?" The old woman said and Harry could practically hear the excitement in her voice.

"You have me. You don't need the boy." John Winchester argued. As the two of them went back and forth, the force holding Harry lessened. He continued to struggle until finally he was able to free himself. The woman didn't seem to notice his freedom as she was too caught up in her taunting of John Winchester. The two of them were further inside the terminal. It seemed Harry had been thrown forward while John had been thrown sideways.

Harry looked around wildly, wondering what he could possibly do. His eye landed on the shot gun lying innocently half way between where Harry stood and where the woman was. Harry moved as silently as he could toward the weapon, his eyes flickering from the gun to the old woman over and over.

Just as he was about to reach the weapon, Harry noticed the old woman was making to turn toward him. With nothing left to lose, the teen sprinted forward the last few steps and dove for the weapon. He rolled and came up on his knee, shotgun held pointed at the woman. The old woman's coal black eyes widened. Harry didn't hesitate in pulling the trigger. He wasn't expecting the recoil and very nearly threw his shoulder out. Still, his mark was true and the old woman was once again sent flying.

John landed back on his feet. His eyes were wide as he looked to Harry. And then he was hurrying toward the teen. And Harry was getting back to his feet, offering the shot gun to the man as he approached. This time, John didn't have to propel Harry forward as the teen was already moving quickly to the exit. John's warm hand still closed around his arm as they made a run for it.

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