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So this is a Harry/SLASH crossover series of one shots.

WARNING: SLASH. Go back now if you don't like it. Not beta'd. LIME'ish.

These are the crossovers I'm willing to do. I may have forgotten one or two or three and if you know I'll write them, you can go ahead and send me a message. But remember, just because I read some of the fics, doesn't mean I can write them as well.

Angel/Bones/BTVS/Charmed/Criminal Minds/CSI: Las Vegas/ CSI: Miami/Ghost Whisperer/Glee/House/The Mentalist/Merlin (BBC)/Mortal Instruments/Sherlock (BBC)/ Supernatural/Twilight

Just send me a message with a pairing and a prompt.

This one and the next one was from two who asked when I posted on 'About An Angel And A Wizard'.

Softball Angel wants - Harry/Dean from Supernatural

"What is it with you attracting all things supernatural?" Dean groused as he leaned back in his seat, shooting a a dark look at a man that walked by their table, the stranger's eyes wandering over the man sitting next to the hunter.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." Harry took a large gulp from his beer, head tilted to listen to the music that was being played over the din of the bar.

"You know exactly what I mean." Dean shot back.

"Oh, come on." Harry turned to face his lover. "Just because in this hunt a werewolf wanted to have me for dinner and not you, doesn't mean that all supernatural beings want to gobble me up."

"Uh-huh, yeah right." Dean threw an arm over Harry's shoulders, drawing the other male in close.

"It's true!" Harry defended wiggling in his seat.

Dean smirked, and pulled Harry tighter against his side. Ducking his head down, the hunter lightly bit Harry's ear.

"Ouch! Hey, what was that for?" Harry pushed away with a playful scowl and rubbed at his wounded appendage.

"Just trying to see why monsters find you so edible." Dean said with a grin.

"And?"

"You are very tasty." Dean lent back down and this time attached his mouth to the side of Harry's neck. Harry moaned.

"And you, Dean Winchester, are an insatiable tease." Harry whimpered when Dean started to nip at the skin.

"I'm not the tease," Dean mumbled, an arm sneaking around Harry's waist. He gasped when Harry's hand dropped into his lap and rubbed his thigh. Dean tightened his hold and sucked particularly hard at a sensitive part, receiving another moan, this time louder.

Harry bit his lip in an attempt to hold back more sounds, and reluctantly pushed Dean away. The hunter resisted but eventually acquiesced to Harry's non-verbal request.

"People are watching." Harry explained when Dean gave him a confused look.

"Then let them." Dean said, a flicker of relief in his eyes when he realised that Harry wasn't rejecting his advances. Harry patted Dean's leg, trying to straighten out his shirt that had suspiciously ridden up and was now creased. "I don't care what they think."

"No," Harry agreed with amusement. "You never do."

"Then-"

"We'll go back to the motel." Harry cut him off, downing the rest of his beer.

"But Sammy will be sleeping." Dean pointed out. Non-the-less, he copied Harry's example and drank his own beverage.

"Then you'll just have to make sure to keep quiet." Harry said, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Especially with what I've got planned."

Dean choked on his beer, some of the alcohol going up into his nose. Harry thumped him on the back as the Winchester tried to calm himself down.

"You mean- With Sam in-!" Dean sucked in a deep breath, regaining control over himself once again. Harry chuckled at Dean's disbelief.

"As long as we don't wake him." Harry said cheerfully, his hand once again slipping under the table to pet Dean teasingly.

Dean groaned. "That's a dirty trick."

"Are you in?" Harry asked instead.

"You want me to fuck you in a bed next to Sam's?" Dean couldn't hide the incredulous tone that coloured his voice.

"Won't it be exciting?" Harry grinned. "I mean," Harry leaned over to whisper in Dean's ear. "You inside me, pleasuring me while I tightly surround you. Keeping control in order not to get caught."

Dean gulped loudly, eyes dilating as he listened to Harry.

"Of course there'll be some foreplay." Harry added casually. "I've just brought myself a new cock-ring for you."

Dean cleared his throat, shifting in his seat.

"Imagine the build up of pleasure, Dean. When first I swallow you whole until you're a gibbering mess." Harry glanced at the people around him when Dean's knee jerked and hit the underside of the table. "And then me riding you until you nearly pass out. Until you're the one begging me for release."

"Oh, God." Dean breathed. "You are fucking evil."

Harry's grin turned devilish.

"You have no idea how evil I'll be tonight, Winchester."

"Shit." Dean caught the look on Harry's face.

"Well," Harry suddenly stood up. "You ready to go back?"

Dean held back a whimper. He was always the one in control, and tonight he'll be giving Harry the control over himself. And by the looks of things, this will be one decision he will never forget, or regret. If only Sam will forgive him. Because one thing was for certain, with what Harry has in store for them, they will be by no means quiet; and nor would there be any stopping once they started. At least there was one consolation for his little brother, Dean thought as he used his jacket to cover up his rather prominent reaction to Harry's words, the youngest Winchester's bed was nearest the door. He'd be able to escape when Dean failed to try and hide what he and Harry will be doing.

Review please. Oh, and prompts too, which I already have a surprising number of, especially since I have only posted one chapter. Eek! Hehe. It's fascinating though, to see what people want. I'm already nearly finished on the third one, so that should be up soon, hopefully today.