Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or Harry Potter, I am, however, in pocession of some serious dedication issues and did this instead of finishing my German.
Warning: I don't know. Sam and Deans sweet candy ass's?
My Note: So yeah, I'm still wondering how you guys want to see this play out. If i have it my way on a bad day it'll probs end in tears, or if it's a good day in a LOT of booze. So, yeah you guys should totally tell me what your predictions are. Also, please enjoy the chapter.
The Impala pulled into the driveway of Singer's Salvage Yard the same way it had millions and millions of times before. The only difference being that this time it wasn't just Sam and Dean in the car, the same way it wasn't just Bobby waiting for them. Each party had a dark haired, slightly annoying extra with them, and then, on top of that, the impala had managed to pick up a double annoying extra.
"Are we finally there yet?" Harry groaned from where he was sprawled across the backseat.
"I told you that sitting upside down was going to make you sick." Sam spoke without even looking at the wizard.
"Yeah, but honestly how was I supposed to take in anything you say in when you had bitchface #5 on full blow. It's the most intimidating one you know."
"Since when have you had numbers for my facial expressions?"
"Dean taught me." Harry shook his head. "Duh."
"This is the longest driveway in the history of driveways with the possible exception of any house in Beverly hills. When will the endless-ness of never ending-ness end." Gabriel groaned out in the over dramatic way that he seemed to do everything.
"Remind me why we agreed to let angel boy tag along?" Dean cut through as they pulled up, and piled out.
"I honestly have no idea." Sam replied.
"Jesus guys, be careful what you say. Anyone would think you didn't want me here."
"They don't Gabe," Harry replied to his friend with an apologetic smile he somehow managed to make sarcastic. "No one but me does, sorry."
"Straight to the feels Harry." Gabriel clutched his chest. "You're all just lucky I have a thick skin."
"I think you're pretty thick in general." Harry spoke nonchalantly as they approached the door
"You're nasty." Gabriel whispered to Harry.
"And you're short." The wizard replied and the angel lunged.
No sooner had the Winchesters opened the door did they realize that the two short men were no longer following. Turning slowly they took in the sight of the two of them rolling across the ground. The fact that one was an all-powerful saviour and the other was a millennia old arch-angel completely forgotten as they scuffled like teenagers. Not the years-of-martial-arts-training teens but the I-am-so-cool-and-you'll-gonna-ignore-that-I-hit-like-a-pussy teens.
"What do we do?" Sam asked, well aware of the fact that either of the 'Grown' men could rip him apart without even touching him.
"I vote that we grab ourselves a beer and watch what happens." Dean smiled and Sam gave him bitch face #7, a real doozy. Dean sighed grabbing an old beer bottle from where it sat on the railing and throwing it at a nearby Junker, where it shattered loudly.
Within seconds they stopped scrabbling around. Gabriel threw out a hand sending a small white flash, and within a Second of that Harry had sent of a spell in the form of a green flash. The white one hit first, turning the entire car into a pretty little vase of flowers, or it was pretty until the green hit it, shattering the entire thing.
"See Sammy," Dean offered up a cocky smile. "Problem solved." He then turned to the two guys who had now stood and cleaned themselves off – using magic of course – and were muttering apologies. "Come on morons, we have people to see, remember?"
"Shut your cake hole Tweedle-Dee, we're on our way now." Gabriel replied with half-hearted glare.
"Whatever midget." Dean turned and disappeared into the house, pretending to not hear the whispered death threats that left Gabriel's mouth in his wake. Once inside he was greeted by the sight of his favourite angel and the forever gruff face of Bobby. "The hell was all that commotion about?" the later asked.
"We are working with children now." Dean said with an all too pleasant smile.
"They make Dean seem like a grown man." Sam agreed.
"Exactly." Dean said before his face scrunched. "Wait a sec?"
"I do not follow. Where did you attain children?" Castiel said, his head tilted as he thought.
"Guess who?" Gabriel said loudly as he strutted into the room with a cocky smile across his face, Harry following nervously in his wake. He hadn't been in someone else's house in damn long time, and to be completely honest he was a tad bit worried he would break something. He had the habit of doing that, not because he was immature, he so wasn't, but he was just a bit of a clutz.
"Hia Cassy." Gabriel pulled his brother in for a very one-sided hug.
" Hey Cas." Harry waved from where he stood close to Sam, trying to draw a sense of relaxed-ness from the taller man.
"Hi you must be Bobby Singer," Gabriel shook his hand firmly, only a little bit taller than the crippled man. "I'm Gabriel, or Loki, depends who you ask really. And mister suddenly-shy-to-be-in-a-house-other-than-his-own is Harry Potter, he saved the world once."
"Shut up Gabe." Harry scowled at the angel before smiling politely at the older man "it's nice to meet you Mr Singer."
"Boy, ain't anyone called me that in years. Bobby will do just fine."
"So what is our brilliant plan of attack?" Gabriel smiled before flopping gracelessly onto the couch. "I mean, now I have coughed up my knowledge you have got a plan right?"
"What knowledge?" Castiel inquired politely.
"Well big bro can be lock back in the lil' box from which he crawled out of, if you 1) open the box with all four rings of the housemen and 2)somehow get him back in."
"Interesting." The dark haired angel murmured quietly.
"How do we know we can trust you?" Bobby growled out. "He is your brother after all."
"He is also a world class dick."
"Gabe's not lying." Harry shook his head. "When he lies he goes big, really big. This can't be a lie."
"Obtaining the rings of the four horsemen as well as luring Lucifer into the box appears to be a somewhat 'big' task." Castiel put forward and Gabriel shot him an overly exaggerated hurt look.
"You see," Harry gestured to him frantically "He is always exaggerating because he is always joking around. When he stops doing that then you know he is serious. Besides he already knows that I can get deaths ring, and we already have the other three, so basically it is just a matter of luring Lucifer into the box. That's accomplishable." He gave a shrug. "If he was lying he probably would of said that the only way to get rid of Lucifer was to find a way to get a sword that created in heaven and bless it hell before sticking it in the runes from an Aztec alter for a couple months and then poking Luci' in his left knee."
"Now that's just inaccurate." Gabriel snorted. "I so would have been able to fit a sexual innuendo in there somewhere."
"But how do we know we can trust you?" Bobby asked. "No offence or anything, but I just met ya."
"I trust him." Castiel said as he regarded the wizard "he has a Saviours heart."
"I do not." Harry croaked out. "I swear to god I don't have any hearts at all, I mean I had a dragons heart but I used that months ago and I sure as hell…" he drifted off slowly. "Oh… I get it. Go on."
"As I was saying," Castiel continued with nothing more than a small glance at the man "he has saved many lives before, and I believe he will save more."
"Okay, then." Bobby spoke slowly. "How is it you plan to get your hands on deaths ring then."
"Well I was just going to ask." Harry shrugged. "He usually doesn't mind me asking him things, as long I'm relatively polite about it."
"Oh of course." Bobby drawled. "You're just gonna waltz in there and ask death to hand over his power source, obviously."
"Harry's the master of death." Gabriel beamed like a friend who has the friend who is better than anyone else's friend, which he genuinely believed he did. "He's awesome like that."
"Okay boy, I would feel a hell of a lot better about working with a damn wizard – and Master of Death as it turns out – if I knew a little more about your history."
"Where do I start?" Harry said as everyone moved around to get comfortable – except Cas who stood there starring – and Harry ended up sitting next to Gabriel.
"At the beginning is always a good option." Dean drawled out, so Harry, taking a deep breath did. He told them everything. From briefly skimming over life with the Dursley's to almost dying every year. He described meeting Gabriel on the night bus and later losing his newly found godfather. He explained how he had died, then came back as the master of death. He told them how he had thrown away the elder wand genuinely believing that no one should have power over death, then how the horseman himself had shown up, telling him he couldn't escape fate and that if he abused his power he would be taken out.
By the end he was slightly hoarse and had Gabriel's legs draped over the top of his. He didn't really mind though, Gabriel was like a brother to him, and the only friend that had bothered to stick around since he left England. Harry really owed him a lot.
"Holly crapsticks. Dude your life totally sucks."
"Look who's talking Dean'o" Gabriel jumped to his defence.
"Well kid, you've died, you've saved the world and you attract bad luck like you own a black cat. You're basically a Winchester."
"Nah." Harry waved a dismissing hand "I'm not tall enough."
"So, how do we plan to contact Death?" Castiel asked.
"I don't know." Harry gave a shrug. "He won't come to me in case he is followed so I need to find him somehow."
"I vote we start the search in the morning." Gabe said, well aware of the fact that it was waaaaaay past midnight and that most normal folk needed to sleep, as did the Winchesters. "Then we will all be fresh and swellagent and all that hoo-ha."
There was a small chorus of agreement and the two angels moved to leave, when suddenly Gabriel stopped "I almost forgot. If we're gonna stop Luci' we need all hands on deck. That means you old man." Gabriel clicked his fingers and disappeared before Sam or Dean could even consider pulling a gun. Muttering under his breath about arrogant dicks with feathers dean turned around and damn near gaped at what he saw. Bobby, their Bobby was standing on shaky legs and smiling like an idiot.