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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:1,033
Beta:Chrystel Malfoy-Potter. Thank you so much!
A/N: So sorry for the wait! Well, here it is.

"Those with the greatest awareness have the greatest nightmares." ~Mahatma Gandhi

A shriek split the night and Harry bolted upright. His eyes scanned the room, immediately going to Nathanael's crib and making sure he wasn't the one making the racket. "What the hell," he muttered; Nathanael was still asleep so that meant it had to be somebody else … Obviously.

He jumped out of bed at the start of a new scream and pulled on a pair of pants. Green eyes showed annoyance with a touch of concern. The screams sounded as if somebody was dying, and not in a peaceful way. He padded down the hallway and took a left to the stairs. The scream had died down again and Harry bit his lip, it would start again soon —nightmares like that only stopped when they wanted to. He should know after suffering them for a couple —scratch that— a long period of years. The screams sounded like those he made, Ron had recorded them by accident once.

Harry glanced at Bobby's room as he passed it. The twin's room was next to Bobby's and by the look of things, the screams weren't from them. On the contrary, Bobby was soothing the sobbing twins that were frightened by the unearthly screams. Unearthly?

"Of course," he whispered. "One of the Winchesters." Harry entered the living room where Dean and Sam were crashing and paused slightly, who could possibly be making those sounds? Dean or Sam?

His stomach sank as he saw it was Dean writhing on the couch. 'Why am I not surprised?' Harry thought with a growing sense of horror. Only Dean Winchester could pull of a nightmare quite like this. That's why they were attracted to each other, they both knew about the pains of nightmares. Harry knelt down next to Dean's scrunched face, "Wake up," Harry whispered, petting his hair. "Open your eyes." Green eyes flashed, searching for something in the room. Sam was leaning against the wall, … doing nothing.

Harry was shocked! He wasn't helping his brother! No holding down the flailing limbs or whispering soothing words, not even a concerned glance. He would have to investigate it later. But right now, Dean was more important.

Harry pursed his lips and leant closer to Dean and began to pull on his magic. "Enneverate," he flicked his hand and watched as Dean's eyes fluttered open. His beautiful, murky green-forest eyes. A different shade then his own.

His shoulders sagged in relief from the drain of the tension leaving them as lucid green eyes stared at him in confusion. "Wha- What's going on?" Dean's deep voice had a certain quality to it… Something Harry couldn't name, no matter how hard he tried. Something that made his stomach heat up … No! Not now, first Dean.

"You were having a nightmare," Harry stood up, knees cracking. "I just had to wake you up, seeing as Sam wasn't going to and Bobby is calming the twins down."

"You used your mojo on me?" It was really a rhetorical question. Harry and Dean both already knew the answer. Why did Dean have to make things difficult?

"Yes..?"

No answer. Just perfect.

-0-

Harry rocked Nathanael slowly and gazed outside to where Aidan and Alex were wrestling. It had been a week since Dean's nightmare and he refused to talk about it. Even went as far as denying he had one and ignoring anyone who brought it up. 'Idiot', Harry thought with a scowl, 'you don't ignore nightmares like that. You'll go stir-crazy!'

"Oh, I, I just died in your arms tonight. Must have been something you said…"

Harry's ears perked up, was Dean singing? It wasn't his normal, rough scratchy voice going along with the lyrics. It was actual singing. Harry quietly walked to the doorway and listened to Dean sing the rest of the song. He had a—surprisingly—good voice.

Harry hummed along gaining Deans attention, a blush quickly spread across tan cheeks. "Eh," hazel eyes shifted around. "How much did you hear?"

"Nothing really, just enough to know that you have a pretty good voice. Nice to know it's not just used to make smartass retorts." Smiling, Harry walked passed Dean and into the kitchen. Nathanael began squirming in his arms. Sighing, he went towards Dean. Anytime Dean was in the room Nathanael wanted to be held by him.

"My kid fucking likes you better," he grumbled before passing him to Dean's awaiting arms.

Dean cocked a smirk and cooed at Nathanael. "Well, what can I say? He's got good taste. Oh, yes you do!"

Snorting Harry put on a pot of coffee. "So that's what they call it these days… Nice to know my son has better taste than I do." Silence fell over them as the coffee dripped and Dean rocked Nathanael. It wasn't an awkward silence like most would think it would be. There wasn't underlining tension and there wasn't any simmering anger. It felt homely, like somehow, time stopped and they were living a perfect moment. He didn't want time to go in. Harry was sick of being angry. He just wanted a normal life for once.

"Normality is over-rated," Dean said casually.

It was like he had mentally asked if anyone could read his mind and Dean raised his hand. "…Huh?"

"You had your I-just-want-to-be-normal face on. Looks like Sammy's bitch face." Dean shrugged, not bothering to look away from Harry's incredulous green eyes.

"You're joking, right?"

"If I say yes, will you not beat me up?"

"Give me back Nathanael!"

-0-

Harry groaned as a low buzz woke him up from the nap he managed to nab. He squinted at the bright screen of his phone. A number flashed across the screen as it buzzed again. Harry groaned, flipping it open and answering. "`Ello?"

"Harry got your letter. I'll be at Mr. Singer's house tomorrow. See you then."

Harry blinked once and then twice before a smile spread across his face.

Neville Longbottom was on his way. Maybe the future wasn't so bleak as it seemed.

A/N: Hey, again, the wait-sorry. So, please review I was kinda dissapointed how prologue I got 55 reviews then 25 and then 13... Is that cutting in half? Like seriously. But, I do so enjoy every review I get! So, please review and yes, the last few sentences mean something. It means my plot ball is finally rolling! YES! Lol, thanks for the reviews and please review again :)

CDFK

P.S. Anyone excited for Tron, Little Fockers, and Narnia 3?