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CHAPTER SIX: Zanmitay La (The Friendship)
Lancaster, Pennsylvania
March 16, 1998 (8:45pm)
"Hey, Sam!" Harry's voice sounded through the earpiece of Sam's phone. "How's the hunt going?"
The youngest Winchester sighed as he sat alone on the swing set in the park across the street from the motel they were staying at. "She was a Kitsune, Harry, and I let her go."
"Hold on." As he swung listlessly, Sam could hear Harry excuse himself from his Dad and move somewhere private. A moment later, he was back. "Okay, Sam. Now, who was a Kitsune?"
"This girl," Sam explained morosely. "I met her in the Library here in Lancaster."
"Was she cute?" Harry asked and Sam could hear the grin in his friend's voice.
Sam laughed lightly. "Yeah, she was. But she got in to it with some other guys outside the Library and I helped her out. Got tagged and she took me back to her place to get me some ice."
"This is starting to sound like one of those movies Dean likes to rent."
"Ha ha, very funny." Sam rolled his eyes. "It wasn't like that. We talked. It was just her and her mom and they moved around a bunch like we do. Never in one place for long, never any real friends. And she didn't get along with her mom, just like...
"You and your Dad?" Harry offered kindly. "She understood."
"Yeah. And we kissed." Sam wore a soft smile but it faded quickly. "It was nice, Harry, but then her mom came home and I had to hide. She was telling Amy - that was the girl's name: Amy - that they had to leave. That a 'couple of pros in a piece-of-crap Impala' had caught up and they had to leave."
"You guys."
"Us guys. Her mom was the thing Dad and Dean were hunting."
"Since you're talking to me and not missing pieces of your brain I'm going to assume she didn't find you?"
"Not exactly," Sam admitted. "I was hiding in the closet and Amy got her mom to leave. When I went to sneak out, she was waiting for me. Hit me a couple of times and was about to kill me when Amy killed her instead. She killed her own Mom to save me, Harry!"
"And you let her go."
"What else was I suppose to do?" Sam demanded brokenly. "Amy hadn't hurt anyone and you know Dad wouldn't have cared. He would have just killed her without a second thought!"
"Believe me, Sam, I know."
"I know you do, Harry," Sam sighed and rubbed at his eyes tiredly. "Dad and Dean haven't got back to the motel yet and I just... I had to talk to someone. You're the only one I could think of that would understand, you know?"
"I would have done the same thing," Harry admitted easily, and Sam believed him. "Just because someone's not human doesn't make them a monster. You've got great instincts Sam, trust them."
Sam nodded to himself, feeling better at his friend's sincere words. He was quiet for a minute, grateful when Harry just stayed on the phone without saying anything, and frowned when he saw the Impala pull into the parking lot. "What do I tell Dean and Dad, though?"
"Your Dad, well... what he doesn't know can't hurt you or Amy. But Dean? I think you could tell him and he'd get it."
"Yeah, Maybe." He watched his father and brother climb out of the car and Dean looked over his way. He waved at Sam, beckoning the younger brother. "They just got back, I gotta go."
"All right. Hey, you're birthday's coming up. A week or so before, let me know where you're going to be and I'll make sure Caleb and I are in the area. We'll get together and do something. Okay?"
Sam smiled as he realized he had something that Amy hadn't: a friend. "Sounds like a plan, Harry. I'll call you again in a couple days. Text when you and Caleb are done your Hunt."
"You got it. Stay safe, Sam."
"Stay safe, Harry."
Tuscan, Arizona
August 23, 1999
"Dude, I am in love!"
Harry laughed at Dean's wistful baritone voice and motioned his Dad to keep going while he stopped outside the Diner they were having lunch at. "You, the Impala, and the open road for five days on your own? Yeah, I can believe it."
Dean laughed. "Nah, man. I'm in love, love! I haven't even made it out of California yet."
"Seriously? I thought you would have put as much asphalt between you and your Dad and Sam as you could."
"Don't remind me," Dean groaned. "Those two have been worse than ever! I don't know what's gotten Sammy's panties in a twist-"
Harry frowned. "Ever think John could be the problem? Don't forget I talk to Sam too, Dean. I hear all about how your dad's been pushing him lately."
"If he just shut his cakehole and did what he's suppose to-"
"He's not you Dean!" Harry snapped.
"And what is that supposed to mean?!"
With a sigh, Harry calmed himself before answering. "Just... I hate how much you guys give up for him and Hunting."
"You do it too, Harry." Dean responded, calmer now as well. "You've got the means to get out of this life; you don't have to be doing any of this."
"And you do?" Harry leaned against the side of the building, his back to the large window that framed the booth his father had sat in. He offered Caleb a reassuring smile before focussing back on the conversation. "You had an out, Dean. That scout from Louisiana State wanted you, man! With a baseball scholarship you could have gotten a degree or, hell, gone pro!"
"I couldn't do that to Sammy," Dean said quietly. "If I left him with Dad... nah, I'm good with Hunting Harry. I'm good at it too."
Harry smiled as he watched the traffic driving by. "Yeah, Dean, you are. But Sam, he's not like you. He's going to want a life besides Hunting and sooner or later you're Dad's going to make him choose."
"I know; I just don't like it. And Sam, he pushes Dad's buttons just as much! It's like he's itching for a fight and Dad's more than happy to oblige."
"Hence the Five-States-Five-Days road trip, that apparently hasn't even gone one state in three days?"
Dean laughed. "Dad and Sam are finishing up a Banshee out in Orlando. It's an easy salt-n-burn and I figured even they couldn't get mad enough to kill each other in five days. It's not my fault the local wildlife in Paradise, California is worth sticking around for. And damn, Harry, if Paradise isn't the name for it!"
"Dean, who're you on the phone with?"
"Is that her?" Harry chuckled with the other man. "So what's her name?"
"Lisa," Dean practically purred. "You're on speaker, Harry. Lisa, this is my friend Harry. Harry, Lisa: she's a yoga instructor."
"Dean!"
Harry laughed at the leer he heard in Dean's voice and the girl's embarrassment in hers. "Hi, Lisa. This douche-bag treating you all right?"
"Oh, I'm treating her all kinds of all right." Dean oozed and Harry smirked when he heard the light smacking of a hand against bare skin.
"Be nice!" Lisa admonished before addressing Harry. "Hi, Harry; you sound like a nice guy."
"It's the accent!" Dean interrupted.
"If Dean keeps being mean to me, would you come and keep me company?"
Caleb knocked on the glass to gain his laughing son's attention. Harry held up one finger and started back toward the diner entrance. "Oh, Dean, I like her!"
"Yeah, well, stay away! I still have two more days before I gotta be back in Orlando. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to show someone just how mean I can be. Stay safe, Harry."
"Stay safe, Dean." Harry disconnected the call as he heard the playful growl and a high pitched squeal.
Clarksdale, Mississippi
October 14, 2000
"Wizards suck ass."
"Harry?" Sam frowned when he heard the voice on the other end of the phone and looked up at Dean, getting his older brother's attention while putting the call on speaker. "Are you drunk?"
"I may, or may not, be a little inebriated."
The words were definitely slurred and Dean snorted, putting down the pistol he was cleaning. "Dude, even drunk you still talk British."
"Because I am British, Dillweed!"
"Where'd you get the booze, Asshat?" Dean snidely responded, though he was smirking with amusement. "You're too right and proper to use a fake ID and you're still under age in this country."
"I may, or may not, actually be in the country."
That had both Winchesters scowling. "Is Caleb with you?" Dean demanded, easily slipping into big brother mode.
"I'm twenty-fucking-years old! I can go out for a drink without my father!"
"Not in another country, you can't!" Dean was fishing his own phone out of his pocket and dialling Caleb's number as soon as he had it.
"Harry, where are you? What's going on?" Sam asked anxiously.
"Lupin decided to pay me a visit." Harry snarled. "I should have ganked - ganked? Is that right Dean? - yeah, ganked the fucking wolf when I had the bloody chance!"
"Caleb?" Dean asked into his phone quietly, ignoring the Wizard for the moment.
Sam took his phone of speaker and held it to his ear. "Harry, tell me what happened?"
"I went out for a food run." Harry started slowly. "The bastard cornered me outside the 7-11, said he wanted to talk to me."
"Shouldn't he be in prison somewhere?" Sam asked incredulously. "He did kidnap you and hand you over to be sacrificed in some fucked up ritual."
"Apparently, being under several compulsions and powerful magical suggestions is grounds to be found not guilty; even for a bloody werewolf! He was let go after being in treatment for the last two years. As soon as he got out, son of a bitch came looking for me."
Dean covered the mouthpiece to his phone and whispered to Sam, "Caleb hasn't seen Harry since this morning. He's going nuts trying to find him! Where is he?"
Sam nodded. "Where'd you go, Harry? After you talked to Lupin?"
"I just... I had to get away from him, Sam! He wasn't leaving! He said he wasn't going to until I let him apologise and I went back with him to England! He told me I had to go back; that they need me to come back; that I had a duty and responsibility to them! But I can't, Sam! I can't go back and be what they want me to be! I've family now, I can't... I'm a Hunter, not a Wizard. I won't go back!"
"Harry, calm down!" Sam urged through the phone. "You don't have to go back and no one is ever going to make you! Now where'd you go, Harry?"
"I, uh, I think I apparated? I never learned how, but I did it once before when I was a kid. I - I got scared, Sam, and I didn't want to be there anymore and when he came at me I just... stopped being there."
"Come on, man," Sam pleaded, "tell me where you are, okay? You're scaring me."
"Sorry, Sam," Harry murmured. "I, uh, I'm not sure. Hang on, I'll ask."
Sam looked over at his brother who wore the same worried expression Sam knew he did. "It's bad, Dean. That friend of his parents and Godfather cornered him; tried to get him to go back to England with him. Where's Caleb? Harry's going to need him."
"They were up in Butte, Montana." Dean answered before removing the hand from his phone. "Caleb? Yeah, Sam's talking to him. He's a mess, man. That Werewolf from England - Yeah, Lupin; well, he showed up and sounds like he really scared Harry."
"Sam?"
"Yeah, Harry, I'm still here."
"Bartender says I'm in Cranbrook. Says he'll help me find a place if he knows someone's coming to pick me up."
"Cranbrook," Sam told his brother who relayed it to Caleb. "Get a hotel room, Harry. Sleep it off. No one's going to find you there; you're safe."
"Caleb's leaving now," Dean informed Sam. "Six hours, tops; depending on what happens at the border."
"You hear that Harry? Caleb's coming. He'll be there in a few hours."
"I'm not going back, Sam." Harry insisted.
"No one's going to make you go back," Sam assured him, "least of all your Dad. Now, do me a favor and let me talk to the Bartender for a sec, will ya?"
"Yeah, okay."
"This is Lyle. You a friend of the Brit?"
"His name's Harry," Sam said to the new voice. "And yeah, I am. Look, something - someone - real bad spooked him and he bolted before his Dad could get to him. He's on his way now, but about six hours out."
"Don't need the details, but thanks for that. Makes a little more sense about why the guy's so jumpy every time the door opens. I got an apartment above the pub that I own. He's just about passed out at my bar now, so I'll put him up there until his Pop gets here. It's the Chattanooga Lounge on the Crowsnest Highway just south of Cranbrook. I'll be closed down by then, but if he comes round the back there's a staircase up to the apartment. I'll wait up for him."
"Chattanooga Lounge on the Crowsnest Highway," Sam repeated so Dean could hear and pass it on to Caleb. "Thanks, Lyle. I'll let Caleb know where to find Harry and you. One more thing: someone else is looking for him too; someone we don't want finding him. Caleb will have a password: Ijit. Anyone else, call the cops."
"Ijit, got it."
Both calls ended a moment later and Sam and Dean sat stoically in the motel room. Dean flopped onto the edge of the bed and stared at Sam. "What the hell was that?"
Cheyenne, Wyoming
June 12, 2001
The Jeep Wrangler was brand new, or at least well taken care of. The dark grey was accented with black chrome that gleamed in the afternoon sun and had a black tinted hard top. It slowed as it approached where Sam was walking backwards along the side of the road, his thumb sticking out, and came to a stop a few yards ahead of him. The passenger side door popped open as Sam adjusted his duffel and jogged to the open door.
"Need a lift?"
Sam's face split into a wide grin. "Harry! What are-?"
"Dean called," the man said and Sam could feel his piercing gaze from even behind the dark sunglasses Harry wore. "Get in Sam."
Tossing his duffel into the back seat, Sam climbed into the vehicle and closed the door behind him. A minute later they were up to speed and cruising down the Lincoln Highway.
"Why didn't you call me yourself, Sam?" Harry asked after they'd been driving in silence for a couple minutes. There was no masking the hurt in the wizard's voice.
"What was I suppose to say, Harry?" Sam responded quietly, shaking his head. "Just call you up and be like, 'Hey, Harry, my Dad just disowned me and kicked me to the curb last night. Oh, by the way, you were right: I got in to Stanford!'"
"Yes, exactly that!" Harry yelled angrily. "God damn it, Sam! You're my best friend and you were just going to disappear without letting me know?! Do you even have your phone with you? I tried calling you after I talked to Dean but you haven't been answering."
"I tossed the phone just outside of town," Sam admitted reluctantly.
Harry was incensed. "What the hell?! Why would you do that?!"
"My Dad's gotten really good at tracking people through their phones!" Sam exclaimed, desperate for his friend to understand. "I didn't want him changing his mind and coming after me and dragging me back!"
"Oh, and what? You couldn't call me first and tell me to meet you somewhere? What were you going to do, hitch all the way to Stanford and hope you didn't get picked up by some psychotic trucker who wants to use you for his numerous roadside paedophilic fantasies?"
Despite the seriousness of the conversation, Sam snorted in amusement. "Dude, that's not even a word. And besides, you look more like his type than I would be."
"Is too, smart guy." Harry looked at him sideways before chuckling and relaxing in his seat. "And just because you've got giant blood running through those veins doesn't mean you're not some tasty treat to some of the wackos on these highways."
Sam laughed. "Oh god, please tell me you didn't call me a 'tasty treat'!"
The two friends shared a laugh, easing the tension that had chilled the inside of the Jeep. After a minute, Harry sobered. "God, Sam. You really had me worried. I knew you'd be on this Highway, at least until Laramie, I just didn't know if you'd get picked up or not."
The younger hunter shrugged. "I stayed off the road last night. Walked for a little while then found a spot to get some sleep. I kept perpendicular to the Highway until I was sure Dean or Dad wouldn't be coming out this way. I only got back on the road about an hour ago. You were the first person to stop."
"You should have called me, Sam." Harry shook his head.
"I would have called you when I got somewhere with a phone," Sam assured him. "Even if it was just to let you know what happened."
"No, I mean you should have called me for help damn it!" Harry was getting frustrated again and took a calming breath. "You're father's a bastard, Sam. You've got nearly three months before the fall term starts. How were you supposed to feed yourself? Shelter? You know: things to keep you alive in this god forsaken world!"
"I can take care of myself, Harry," Sam bristled. "I don't need Dad, or Dean, or you to take care of me."
"I know that Sam," Harry cajoled his friend. "But like I said: you're my best friend. I don't want to take care of you, I just want to help. And dropping what I'm doing to come and get you so you do not have to hitch your way across the country is the least I can do."
Sam smiled softly at the sentiment. "Where were you and Caleb, anyway? And where did you get the Jeep?"
"Actually, I'm on my own for this one." Harry grinned proudly. "Just a salt n' burn over in Boise, but it's my first solo hunt."
"Look who's wearing their big boy pants!" Sam teased.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Give me a break; I haven't been doing this gig since I was a babe in my brother's arms. And the Jeep's a new acquisition; needed it if I'm going to be doing the solo thing more often."
"Good for you, Harry," Sam said sincerely. "How'd Caleb take it?"
"Good, I think." Harry shrugged. "He's laid up at Pastor Jim's place right now."
"He okay?"
"He'll be fine. Broke his leg in a couple places and dislocated his knee when he jumped off a cliff to get away from a bear in Glacier National Park."
"What were you guys doing there?" Sam asked disbelievingly.
"I thought it was a Wendigo," Harry answered, blushing with embarrassment at Sam's laugh." I swear Sam; I thought it was something supernatural! I would have left it to the Park Rangers otherwise!"
"It was bound to happen sooner or later, Harry." Sam said still chuckling. "You can't be right all the time."
"Yeah, well, I felt like shit for days sitting with him in the Hospital in Kalispell."
Sam immediately lost his amusement. "Come one, man; it wasn't your fault. Caleb wouldn't have taken the Hunt if he didn't think it was something as well."
"I know," Harry nodded and smiled. "Caleb told me the same thing. So did Pastor Jim."
"Well, Pastor Jim is never wrong so you better believe him at least."
The two shared another laugh then Harry dug out his cell phone and held it out to Sam. "Call your brother. Dean's worried about you and would probably like to hear you're not some trucker's tasty treat."
Sam frowned. "Harry-"
"Don't cut him out, Sam. He's your brother, for god's sake. You don't want to talk to you Dad, fine. But Dean hasn't done anything except try to support the both of you. Don't punish him because John's being a first class prick."
Sam sighed, but nodded. "What then? Like you said, I've got almost three months before I have to be in Palo Alto for orientation and registration."
"Well, I gotta head back to Boise and take care of that ghost. Otherwise, Dad just wanted me back in Blue Earth with him and Jim for my birthday. So, I'll go do my thing while you take it easy and back me up if need be, then we'll just see where the wind takes us. You want to hunt, we'll hunt. You want to veg out with Dad and Pastor Jim, we can do that too. Hell, if you want I'll call Rocknose and we'll get the plane. Spend a couple of weeks scoping out the potential hunts of the South Pacific; Fiji, American Samoa, the French Polynesia. Whatever we do, I promise to have you in Sunny California before school starts."
"That plane was pretty sweet." Sam smiled and started dialling his brother's phone. "Sounds a hell of a lot better than being some trucker's tasty treat."
"No shit!"
St. Louis, Missouri
February 14, 2003
"Dude, cheer me up."
Harry smiled tightly at the woman sitting across from him. "Excuse me, one sec, Shannon. I need to take this."
"Shit, you're on a date!" Dean moaned as Harry got up from his seat and started for the entrance to the noisy club.
"Kind of," Harry admitted when he stepped out into the cool night air, "but not really. It's a 'Valentine's Day Suck's' party at this club in St. Louis. Basically it's a way for single people to hook up on such a crappy holiday."
"Hook up? You looking to score tonight, big boy?"
Harry rolled his eyes as he made his way out into the parking lot. "Dad and I are looking for a Siren. She frequents this club and another across town. Dad's checking that one out, I'm looking here."
"Need another set of eyes? Dad and I are down in Cape Girardeau. Just finished a hunt and heading out tomorrow morning."
Harry walked over to his Jeep and leaned against the vehicle. "And that's got you bummed because..."
"I'm not bummed!"
"Dean, you called me and asked me to cheer you up. You're bummed. What's going on? Is it Sam?"
"No, Sam's... I don't know how Sam is. Kid hasn't talked to me in almost five months."
Harry sighed and rubbed at his tired eyes. "Yeah, he hasn't been talking to me much lately either. I know he started seeing someone but that's the last I heard and that was just after New Years. I think he's trying to distance himself from Hunting and Hunters in general."
"Apple pie," Dean groused.
Harry blinked and wrinkled his nose in confusion. "What does pastry have to do with anything?"
"Not pastry. It just means that he's gotten a taste of 'Normal'. He use to do this as a kid too after we'd stayed in a place for a while. He'd start making friends and go off on a 'Monsters-and-Hunters-don't-exist' kick."
"Well whatever it is, it sucks when my best friend isn't talking to me." He sighed again and slumped against the car. "Thanks, Dean. Now I'm bummed. And I got to go back inside and put on a happy face so I can find a goddamn Siren to gank to bitch!"
"I'm sorry, Dude," Dean sighed as well. "I didn't mean to bring you down, but..."
"So if it wasn't Sam, are you going to tell me why you called me?"
There was a long minute's pause before Dean answered. "I got dumped. This afternoon."
Harry stood up straight and was glad the other Hunter couldn't see his shocked expression. "Harsh, man! What happened?"
"Dad and me been working this gig in Cape Girardeau and I met this girl. Been seeing her, and only her, for a few weeks now. I fell, Harry, and I fell hard."
"Clarify: Fell as in 'The Bendiest Weekend of my Life' fell, or..."
"Nah, man. I'm talking about 'white picket fences and babies' fell. I saw it, that life, with her Harry. So when Dad says it's time to go, I tell her."
"That you're leaving?"
"I told her everything. About monsters and demons and spending my life hunting the evil sons of bitches."
Harry winced. "And she dumped you."
"Called me nuts first, but yeah."
Glancing at his watch, Harry made a decision. "How soon can you make it to St. Louis?"
"Ninety minutes."
"Call me when you get closer and I'll let you know where I'm at. John going to be okay with you taking off?"
"Job here is done. Besides, we were talking about me going out on my own for a while now."
Harry smirked. "Well, look who's wearing their big boy pants!"
"Fuck you," Dean jeered. "Don't get eaten by the Siren before I get there."
Harry pushed away from his Jeep and headed back toward the club. "You know me, Dean."
"Exactly. You attract trouble worse than I do. Stay Safe, Harry."
"See you soon."
Lafayette, Indiana
October 26, 2005
"I am not cheering you up this time." Harry answered his phone with a smirk.
Dean chuckled on the other end. "Nah, man, this is a business call. Although we should head back to St. Louis, see if we can find those twins again."
Harry chuckled. "You mean the two underage girls who were snuck in by their Hulk of a bouncer big brother? Or were there another set of twins I don't remember."
Dean cleared his throat. "Right. Never mind."
Harry smirked victoriously. "What's up, Dean. You said this was business?"
"Yeah, uh, strange question but you and Caleb haven't heard from my Dad, have you?"
The smirk faded into a frown. "I haven't, and Dad's on a hunt with Joshua over in Michigan. I'll give him a call later and find out for you."
"Thanks, Harry. I appreciate it."
"What's going on, Dean?"
"I don't know. I'm finishing up this Voodoo thing in New Orleans while Dad was working on something in Jericho. That was two weeks ago and I haven't heard from him. Every time I call it just goes to straight to voice mail."
"I'm not doing anything right now," Harry told him. "You want me to come down to Louisiana and meet up. We can go look for your Dad together if you don't hear from him by the time I get down there."
"He's probably just busy with his Hunt. I mean, he's done this sort of thing before but, I don't know. It just feels different somehow."
"Then I'm in New Orleans tomorrow."
"No, I can't ask you to do that, Harry."
"Why not?"
"Because, I know how much you and my Dad hate each other! I can't ask you to look for him!"
Harry sighed. "I don't hate him, Dean."
"Dude, he held a gun to your head when you were fifteen!"
"And I'm twenty-five now! I got over it! I just don't like the man! Besides," Harry smirked, "you tied me up and there was no happy ending. Should I hate you too?"
Dean groaned. "God, I did not need that image! This is what I get for hanging out with you the last couple of years. I'm a bad influence on you!"
Harry laughed for a bit before sobering. "I'm serious, Dean. If you want, I'm there tomorrow."
"Just... talk to you Dad and see if he's heard from John. I'm stuck here for a few more days at least and if I don't hear from him by the time I'm finished... I'll figure something out."
"All right, Dean. But call me if you change your mind."
"I will, Harry. And thanks again."
"Any time, Dean. Stay safe."
"Stay safe, Harry."
Hastings, Nebraska
April 18, 2006
The knocking at the motel door was insistent and Dean and Sam exchanged looks. "You expecting anyone?" Dean asked his brother.
Sam shook his head as they both went for the weapons they had just been packing up. Sam stood off to one side of the door while Dean rested his hand on the knob. When the younger man was ready, Dean opened the door.
And promptly hit the floor after being punched in the face.
Sam snapped around the door and held his gun aloft, only to blink in confusion and lowering it again. "Harry?!"
"You damned son of a bitch!" Harry roared, stalking into the room taking care to step over the salt line. He bodily picked up the older Winchester by the lapels of his jacket and pulled back his fist to hit him again.
Leaping forward, Sam grabbed the arm of his irate friend and pulled him off his brother. "Harry-"
"And you!" Harry snarled, spinning on the taller man. "Don't you 'Harry' me! Three years, Sam! Three years you don't talk to me! So don't you fucking start now!"
Dean's eyes were wide as the smaller Hunter wheeled on him again and he lifted his hands up in surrender. "Whoa, Harry! What's gotten into you?"
"Into me?" Harry stormed forward until he was toe to toe with Dean. "Last I heard from you, you sorry bastard, you were in New Orleans and freaking out over your Dad being missing. I don't hear from you, fine! You must have met up with him somewhere. Except you don't answer my calls and then, out of the blue, the number has been disconnected!
"And then-" Harry roared, stopping Dean when he opened his mouth to interrupt. "Then I'm watching the news and I see that Dean Winchester has been shot and killed by St. Louis Police during a home invasion! Shot and killed, Dean! You were dead! And Sam still wasn't talking to me!"
Same was pale as he listened to his former friend rage at them. "Harry, I-"
"Zip it!" Harry growled without turning to face him. "Goddamn it, Dean, you were dead. Don't you get it? No one knew any different. Not Jim, or Bobby, or Dad; none of us! You were fucking dead, Dean and none of us could find your Dad or Sam! Do you know what that was like for us? For me?"
Harry seemed to lose all steam at the admission and he turned away from the brothers. He slumped onto the edge of the bed and looked up at the pair with sorrow filled eyes. "You two were the only real friends I had for more than a decade. I thought... I guess I thought it meant as much to you as it did to me. When Joshua called me and told me he'd heard from Sam, only to find out that you were still alive, Dean, and dying..."
Neither Winchester boy knew what to say and their uncertainty showed on their face.
Harry's scowl returned and he bolted to his feet. "Obviously you're not dying now you goddamn shithead and I still didn't rate the consideration of a phone call!" He pushed past them both and was out the door as suddenly as he'd entered it. "Well, fuck you too! Both of you!"
Too stunned at what just happened, Dean and Sam could only stare at each other with horror filled eyes as they heard an engine start up and the squealing of tires on the parking lot pavement. The atmosphere was tense around them and after a moment Dean licked his lips.
"I think we screwed up."
Sam nodded. "Big time."
