Disclaimer: I do not own.
Title: Misguided Misconceptions
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:1,544
Beta:Chrystel Malfoy-Potter. Edits were great. Thanks!
A/N:Sorry for the extra day wait! I had a hard time getting this out.

"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending." ~Maria Robinson

It wasn't the fact that he was going to see Aidan and Alex again after a year. It wasn't the fact that he was going to see Bobby for the first time. They didn't scare him and he was ready to stop running from them. It was long past due for them to meet Nathanael and to become part of his family again.

No, he wasn't afraid of them. He was afraid of the car trailing behind him.

Two people! One of them being his happiness, sadness and anger while the other was nearly as important! Two people he wanted to see least in the world. Two people who just happened to be the first two he saw of his old life. Well, he really couldn't say old life—that would have to be referring to the Wizarding World—his old second life? He didn't know… He didn't particularly care.

He only cared about the fact that Dean had taken Nathanael in his arms and looked at him like he had a purpose again. The fact that Dean looked like Nathanael had saved him from a fate worse than death. The fact he saw a glimmer of something he had wanted to see when Nathanael was born, but the other wasn't even their. The fact that he knew that Nathanael and Dean had form some sort of instinctive bond. That scared him more than anything. He didn't want Dean becoming attached, although in the back of his head, an annoying voice disagreed with him.

Harry tightened his grip on the steering wheel before glancing behind him into the car seat. Nathanael's hazel eyes blinked open slowly and Harry smiled softly, secretly hoping that he wouldn't need to stop. No cry interrupted the silence of the car ride and Harry sighed in relief, it was nice to have some piece and quiet for once. If only it lasted.

-0-

Dean's eyes flickered over to Sam and frowned as he saw nothing in his expression. He was getting sick of the robot impression from Sam. Something was wrong, nobody comes out of Hell perfectly fine—he was a prime example. Heavy metal played lowly in the car and Dean turned it up a bit. He hated the silence. He hated how thoughts—read: regrets—crept up on him without a moments notice. He didn't want to have a chick flick moment. Not now, not when he was gaining his bearings.

Glancing back to the road Dean frowned as he saw Harry pull of the road into a gas station. Did they really need to stop? They couldn't have been more than ten hours out of Bobby's. Actually, more like six hours. Dean sighed and almost laughed at himself when he remembered there was Nathanael to care for now. A baby.

Following Harry to the gas station Dean stopped the car and got out, not asking Sam if he needed anything. Sam was a big boy, he could handle himself. Slightly nervous, he walked over to the car and opened the side door, sliding inside.

Harry glanced over and raised an eyebrow at Dean. "What are you doing in here?"

Clearing his throat, Dean shifted leaning closer to Harry. "Thought you might need some help. Getting gas and...ya'know, I imagine Nathanael is hungry. When Sam was six months all he did was eat."

That sounded lame, even to Dean's ears. He flashed a hopeful grin and he saw Harry melt. Nice to know he still had a little sway with the brunette. Dean stiffened and thought about that, he really shouldn't act like that anymore. He learned his lesson, playing with somebody's feeling wasn't nice. … But nobody had ever accused him of being nice and if the way Lisa screamed at him to get out, he would imagine he wasn't the best person.

He mentally flinched as he recalled her black hair flying as she yelled and threw stuff at him, threatening to call the police if he didn't leave and take his 'dead brother' with him. He wouldn't lie and say it didn't hurt. Because it fucking hurt and he couldn't believe Lisa, Lisa of all people, would do that to him. Maybe it was Karma biting him in the ass, or maybe, just maybe, it was fate's way of telling him he was an obnoxious little shit. Either way, he didn't doubt that he had made one of the worst decisions that night, the night when the world came to a standstill and the Devil was thrown back into the pit. He should have stayed with Harry…

-0-

"—an? Dean? You in there? Hello!" Harry waved a hand in front of Dean's misty eyes and jumped when they cleared and a hand shot out, clamping around his wrist. It was hastily dropped as a light blush made its way onto Dean's face.

"Sorry 'bout that," he muttered, looking downtrodden. How could he have zone out like that? He didn't have the luxury!

Harry frowned, "It's fine." He took a deep breath, calming his racing heart. "Will you hold Nathanael for me? I have to go into the store to buy some food and drinks. Do you want anything?" He wasn't sure if he was ready to actually leave his kid in the hands of Dean Winchester but he was taking a leap of faith and trusting the man. Harry briefly wondered if he was slowly losing his mind. But on the other hand, this man was the sperm donor of said child. Added to the mix that he couldn't hurt a child, then Harry could leave his baby in the man's arms, he won't drop him. Not like he dropped, burned, crushed Harry's heart.

"Sure," Dean grinned before slowly picking up Nathanael from the car seat in the back, he casually leaned over, giving Harry the perfect view of his ass. His heartbeat went up a notch, like a drum filled with bees.

Harry gulped and fled the car, ignoring Dean's inquiring look. He really didn't know how to deal with him right now. Holly hell, he needed Bobby.

-0-

It took half the night to get to Bobby's and by then Harry and Dean were exhausted, it showed clear as day upon their faces. Harry's eyes lit up as he held Nathanael closer, taking in the familiar sight of Bobby's house. It was small and cozy. And he felt like he was coming home after being away for a while. He could tell Dean felt the same as his shoulders slumped as tension drained out of his body. Harry took a quick peak at Sam and wasn't surprised to see a blank expression. It was always there… No change, unless he was trying to act like Sam.

They knocked on the door and only had to wait a moment before Bobby stood before them, glass of holy water and shotgun ready. After taking all of the tests Bobby could think of, Harry jumped on him and gave the man a giant bear hug, perfectly aware that Dean took hold of Nathanael. "Been a while, Bobby." Harry murmured, hugging the man a bit tighter.

"Yeah, boy, yeah it has." Searching eyes pierced his own. "Where's my honorary grandson?"

"Asleep in Dean's arms," Harry smiled wanly. He wasn't sure how to feel about the fast development between father and son. How fast the bond was forming. He didn't know what would happen to his son if Dean left him…them again.

Bobby raised an eyebrow, "That's him?" His eyes were glued to the small bundle Dean was cooing over, although, he would deny that later.

"Yeah, Bobby, meet Nathanael John. First son born of a Potter and Winchester."

Bobby paled, "I don't think I'd actually thought about you having a kid with a Winchester. Oh god," he let out a moan of despair. "This child is never going to have a moments peace. You guys can't stay out of trouble very long and with both of your genes? This is going to be hell."

"Nah," Dean said, looking up from Nathanael. "I've been to hell, this won't be anything like it."

"I've been to hell too, Dean." Sam cut in. "Raising a baby is as close to it as your going to get again." His nose wrinkled in disgust. "Hey, Bobby, I'm going to go crash in one of the spare bedrooms, alright?"

"Fine," Bobby answered, not really paying any attention. "Do whatever you'd like."

Harry wasn't quite sure why that sent chills down his spine, but it did. He didn't have long to contemplate as Nathanael started to wail and Bobby jumped up in surprise.

Harry giggled innocently, arms itching to take the crying babe away from Dean—who was surprisingly doing well at calming him down—and clapped mockingly at Bobby's expense.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed.. And, I have a one-shot up called Mad World if you want to check it out. Uhm, that's it, oh, besides school-which is starting to prepare us for winter exams-is loading on the work. Next chapter might be a little delayed.

P.S. Please review and thank you to those who did last time!

CDFK