Disclaimer: I do not own.
Title: Misguided Misconceptions
Word Count: 1,354
Warnings: I have no idea. Just stuff.
Beta: Chrystel Malfoy-Potter. Thank you!
A/n: SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT!

"We must all suffer from one of two pains: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret. The difference is discipline weighs ounces while regret weighs tons." ~Jim Rohn

"He's gone." Sighing, Alex turned around to face his brother, Aidan. "Why do you think he left?"

Aidan shrugged and blue eyes welled up with tears. "He promised he would teach me how to change a tire on the Impala…" Small hands shook, and Harry had a feeling this wasn't just about learning about cars to Aidan. Harry bit his lip and wondered if he should go over there and talk with them.

Alex scooted over to his brother and shrugged lightly. "He probably left `cause him and Uncle Harry haven't been getting on that well… And did you see that big man up in Uncle Harry's room? I bet Dean saw him." Aidan cocked his head to the side and gave his brother a pout, urging him to go on. "Dean and Uncle Harry are like mom and dad; they're in love with each other."

Tensing, Harry peered around the corner in time to see Aidan's mouth form an 'o' shape and then snap shut. "Bu- But, mom and dad used to sleep in the same bed and give each other morning kisses and talked like they like each other. Dean and Uncle Harry only act like they tol- toler- barely stand each other." Aidan angrily huffed when he couldn't pronounce tolerate.

"…Something happened." Alex said, frowning. "I don't know what, but I know that Uncle Harry was mad at Dean and I know Dean was the reason why Uncle Harry left us at Grandpa Bobby's."

Shuffling his feet nervously, Harry turned the corner and pretended to yawn, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. Blinking blearily, Harry grinned at them. "What are you two doing up? It's only five a.m!"

"We- Well, Dean's gone." Aidan looked at him through long eyelashes and Harry pretended to be shocked.

"He- He left?" He might have pulled off the whole "I knew nothing about this" act if it wasn't for Alex. The boy could sniff out lies a mile away.

"Were you listening to our conversation earlier?"

"…Yes? I came down and heard you guys talking. I didn't think you'd really care." Harry turned sheepish eyes on them and the twins shrugged.

"Why were you and Dean fighting?" Aidan ran up and tackled Harry's legs, giving him the best puppy dog eyes he could manage. "And why is Sam acting so… weird?" Harry cocked his eyebrow and urged Aidan to go on. "He's staring at us and not sleeping! And- And, well, he's being a creeper."

Rubbing a hand across his forehead, Harry gave the twins a reassuring smile. "He's just- going through a rough time. I bet in a few months he'll be fine. And just in time for Christmas too. Now, go get cleaned up." Harry shooed them out of the room, biting his lip. So, even the twins were finally noticing the odd behavior.

They ran out of the room throwing smiles towards Harry.

-0-

"Bobby, I need to talk to you." Harry knocked on the door once before a gruff voice told him to come in. He casually strolled inside and grinned when he saw Bobby reading a book. Thinking about what they needed to talk about, the grin dropped off his face. "Bobby, it's about Sam."

Glancing up, Bobby frowned at him. "I figured. You've been putting this off way to long boy. I expect a full explanation and everything you know that's wrong with him." His tongue darted out of his mouth and swiped across his lips.

"He's lost most of his soul. And the small part that he does have? I'm pretty sure its tainted black." Maybe that wasn't the best way to inform Bobby that Sam wasn't really Sam, but ya'know, Harry had never really been the best at breaking news. He kind of sucked at it actually. Dean was example number one.

Bobby gaped at him. "…You're joking right? And you just now want to tell me this? You. Complete. Idjit!" Bobby growled before waking over to a dusty tome that was beside his bed. "You think me being ignorant on Sam's little problem will help you any?" Skimming through a few pages, Bobby slammed the book shut and took a deep, shuttering breath. "Why did you not tell me the moment you got back here?"

Shifting nervously, Harry coughed. "I was going to but then Dean and his nightmares, Nathanael, and Neville. Everything just came to a—well, there's no right word for it. I just got distracted!" Oh lord, Bobby was going to shoot him. There was no way around it. A hand just didn't twitch like that for any good reason and it definitely didn't twitch in the direction of a shotgun.

"Damn," Harry muttered, "I'm so fucking dead." Wracking his mind for reasons for Bobby not to shoot him and coming up with nothing, Harry paled dramatically. "You wouldn't actually shoot me. Would you?"

By that glare Bobby gave him? Yes, yes he would shoot him.

-0-

One shot, two shots, three shots, and that's when it blurred together. Nobody said Dean couldn't hold his liquor but even he had his limits. Standing up, he groaned when the room spun. He just needed to make it back to the damned bed and then he could pass out for a week or two. "Fuck," he sat down on the floor and put his head between his legs.

When he could breathe properly and the room wasn't going as fast as it used to be he calmly stood up and fell onto the bed. He ignored the sheets and passed into the depths of sleep. It wasn't long before he was assaulted with dreams, in the morning he would hope the voice only sounded like Gabriel.

"You're so screwed." Dean whipped around and his eyes widened when he realized he was in a circular room. Pitch black and he couldn't make out the exit. Creepy voices? A new room? How smashed was he?

"How am I screwed?" He scanned the room, hoping to find something irregular that would alert him to an exit or another person.

"Well, let's see, shall we? One: You're Dean Winchester. Two: You knocked up Harry and abandoned him. Three: You're Dean Winchester. Four: Your little brother is basically calling out for help and you, in your ignorance, are ignoring him. Five: Did I mention you're Dean Winchester? You already went to hell, you can always go again."

Paling, Dean groped through his pants, wishing he had slept with a gun that night. This had to be a dream, there was no way it could be anything else. "Who are you?" He demanded, panting harshly.

"Why, Deano, I'm so upset you can't even remember a good friend's voice! What would Harry think?"

Dean swallowed, "Harry doesn't control me and I don't think he honestly cares what I do. I don't mean anything to him."

"You. Are. A. Complete. Idiot." Dean shrugged; did he look like he cared about other people's opinion on him? He was a straight out bastard, and he knew it. He was an ass and he had been told that repeatedly. He was a man-whore. He was a class a dick. He just didn't care anymore. He would be who he was and if other thought he was stupid or cocky than let them think that. He didn't give a shit.

"Does this face look like it cares? And, why don't you come out from the shadows."

A man moved forward—yes, a man, Dean had been sure of that since he had heard the voice.—and came out of the shadows. It wasn't a particularly slow pace nor was it a fast one, it was normal. And Dean felt like whoever it was, was certainly not normal.

Blonde hair, solid build, and a smirk permanently plastered over his face. "Gabriel," Dean breathed out in shock. Yeah, far far from normal.

A/N; Again, I am so sorry for the wait! But I've had so much to do over this break it's been ridiculous! Anyways, I'm sorry I couldnt reply to any of your reviews this time around. I just want to make one thing clear though: NO NEVILLE/HARRY SLASH!

Oh, and guess what? My 14th birthday is coming up soon! I'll probably get another two chapters posted but a Happy birthday never goes amiss in a review :D

Thank you for the previous reviews and I'll try to increase the lengths of the chapters.

CDFK

P.S What's your favorite: Slytherin or Ravenclaw!Harry?