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Title: Misguided Misconceptions (Misconceptions and All My Dreams and Future were really close! And misconceptions won by two votes, so yeah, wanted it to be a two worded title though... xD)
Summary: Sometimes, even the strongest people break. They give up after fighting for years and yet, others don't. They keep on fighting... How, Harry didn't know. Maybe he would have to ask Dean when he got the chance.
Warnings: SPOILERS FOR S6! Not sure how many but there will be some things. OOC...(mentions of) Mpreg, and other stuff that I can't think of.
Word Count:1,264
Beta:Chrystel Malfoy-Potter. Thank you soooo much!
A/N: So, here it is. The newest chapter... Enjoy.

"Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned." ~ Buddha

'He just had to park by me,' Harry thought with a scowl. There wasn't really anyway to avoid him… Slowly walking to the car he tried to ignore his growing unease as Dean stepped out of the car. Hazel eyes flicked to the baby on his hip and an eyebrow was raised. Harry flinched, minimally, wasn't he supposed to feel the burning rage? Wasn't he supposed to want to castrate Dean? And then heal him so that he can repeat the process?

He set his duffle and the baby bag on the ground by his feet. The feeling that this would be a long, awkward conversation was present. It was an unsettling feeling that Harry did not want to feel, at all.

"What are you doing here?" Harry's green eyes had lost the spark that Bobby had put in them a little while ago. Amazing how one person could stir up so many emotions—and most of them weren't the positive kind.

"Me? I'm on my way to Bobby's. Its just a coincidence that we ran into each other. Although, still not sure if it's a good one or not."

Harry arched an eyebrow. "Definitely not a good one. Now, I have to get going. Please, move your car." He could have ignored the Impala if it was parked next to his baby. But, it wasn't. It was parked right behind it with no goddamn extra room to back up.

Dean grinned, "Nah, I think she's comfortable. Why don't you tell me who the kid is?"

"…Seriously? Your memory is that bad?" Un-fucking-believable. The line just kept repeating itself over and over.

"Why don't you tell me who the kid is?" ;"Why don't you tell me who the kid is?";"Why don't you tell me who the kid is?"

Harry's eye twitched. "This is Nathanael John…" Dean's face was still blank. "Your son.", Harry practically hissed out.

"You're joking, right?" He let out a harsh laugh. "Men can't get pregnant."

"…Haven't we gone over this before? I'm a natural born wizard; natural born wizards can get pregnant. You were an idiot and didn't use a condom. Understand now?" This was when he really wished he could just call Dean an idiot and scream at him. The words weren't coming to him. Sure, he was angry—of course he was angry!—but screaming wouldn't fix anything. "Besides, I recall that Castiel was the one to inform you of this. I'm sure you could believe the word of an Angel of the Lord over my own, right?"

"Oh…" Or maybe screaming would do, the young parent had an itch to find out. But he wouldn't, because he was nice. Yes, Harry mentally nodded, he was a nice person and nice people don't yell, unlike some people in front of him.

"All you can say is 'oh'. Seriously? You have a son. You have a biological son and you left him—and me, but mostly him—for some chick who dumped you on your ass anyways. Nice move, Dean, nice move." Okay, so maybe he was being a little mean, but he wasn't yelling!

Dean's face reddened and Harry eyed the clenching fists. If Dean was going to throw a punch he was apparating away. Although, Nathanael was only 3 months; briefly, Harry wondered if apparating would hurt him. Hopefully not, he decided, eyes skimming over Dean's hazel eyes. He didn't look quite as angry anymore, mostly sad and there was something in his eyes as he watched Nathanael.

"Can"—Dean's eyes wandered over Harry's shoulder—"Hey, Sammy, you check out already?"

Harry turned around and jerked back from how close Sam had managed to get to him. Too close for comfort that was for sure. He almost tripped over the two bags as he scrambled away. "Hey, Sam," Harry waved a little bit with the hand that wasn't holding onto Nathanael. "How have you been?" Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best question. They guy had gone to hell and now he was back.

"Fine," Same eyed Nathanael, "and yourself?"

"Good." Harry cleared his throat and tried to summon a smile to his pale face. It wasn't everyday that you came face to face with a guy who obviously wasn't affected by being in the pit. Actually, that might be one of the lesser freakish things in his life.

Harry sighed when nobody really talked after him. There was an awkward silence and awkward silences were the worst. He'd almost consider being grateful to Dean if he spoke up.

Harry shifted from foot to foot and readjusted Nathanael, shushing him a little as he began to squeal. Dean's eyes flickered to Nathanael again.

"Can I hold him?"

Harry stared at Dean. Was he insane? Did he really just ask to hold his biological son? Okay, so when he put it like that it didn't sound too bad. Harry bit his lip, gripping Nathanael tighter. He could let him, couldn't he? It wouldn't hurt anybody. And, if he tried to drop him or take him Harry could just use magic to protect and/or save him.

"Sure, just don't drop him." Slowly Harry cradled Nathanael and passed him to Dean's waiting arms. "And if you do drop him you'll wish you were back in Hell." He was completely serious too. Nathanael and the twins were the most important people to him. Anything happened to anyone of them and he would go ballistic, as would most parents.

Dean nodded and a small smile played on the edge of his lips as he let Nathanael grab a hold of his pointer finger. "He's quiet." As if hearing them, small hazel eyes opened and gazed straight at Dean. "Oh wow," Dean murmured, Nathanael's eyes were the exact same shade as his. It was kind of creepy actually. But the fact that he was holding his son made that feeling quickly disappear.

Harry resisted the urge to grab Nathanael and run. His gut was telling him that he should have just apparated out of there and never should have spoken to Sam or Dean. Speaking of Sam, Harry glanced to the side and his eyes widened as he met Sam's glare.

Instinctively his magic reached out to probe for dangers. Gasping as his magic surrounded Sam he frowned as he felt how empty Sam was. Something was missing, and it was something important. He frowned, pushing his magic deeper; wanting to find out what was missing. His eyes widened in horror as he realized what it was.

"Oh fuck," he muttered, ignoring Sam's penetrating gaze. "I need to talk to Bobby.

He silently held out his arms for Dean to give back Nathanael, and he did—rather reluctantly, but nobody can really say no to such a cute kid. "Move your car; I need to start on my way to Bobby's."

Dean nodded, for once not arguing. It must have been his expression. There must be something there telling Dean not to mess with him this time, not to see how far he could push him. Grimacing, Harry picked up the bags from the floor and opened up the trunk for his car. He waited semi- patiently as Dean backed up and turned the car towards the road out.

Harry raised an eyebrow and Dean just grinned. "We were on our way out too. Might as well come with."

Well, at least he was finally on his way to Bobby's.

A/n: Hey, holymotherfuckinggod! Look at the review count (55!) You guys just... Completely made my week. Now, when I get less reviews I'll be sad but thank you to everyone who has Reviewed/Alerted/Favorited. Now, please tell me what you think about this chapter and review ;D Trying to update once a week!

P.S Anyone see HP7 Prt 1? I did, I give it a 7 cause it had some full parts and some of the timing was wrong but graphics were pretty amazing.

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