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Word Count: 1,511-that's what it says. Weird...
Chapter: 7
A/N: Sorry for the long wait... Way to stressed at school. CHECK OUT A/N AT END! IMPORTANT!
"Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending." ~Maria Robinson
Harry gulped down the water and avoided Bobby's blazing eyes. He was just telling the man his plans to go off into the world—or well, that sounded kind of lame… he was just getting ready to be independent! Saying Bobby wasn't thrilled would be a major understatement. He believed that Harry needed to stay here and go back to college. Ignoring the fact that Harry was already on his last year when he decided to help with the whole apocalypse thing. Harry sighed, swirling the little bit of water that was left in his cup.
It was holy water, like usual, and at the moment he wished Bobby wasn't out of beer. He really needed something stronger. Maybe he should try whiskey? His eyes flickered to the doorway and caught the twins peeking around the corner. He shot them a stern glare that was ruined by a little twinkle in his eyes and they grinned before running back towards the stairs.
"You," Bobby spoke up, "…want to move out?"
Harry flinched, Bobby sounded really hurt. "Well, I'm thirty now and I figured if there was any time to move out with my kids and a friend it would be…now…" Harry trailed off as Bobby stared into his eyes.
"When did you decide this?"
"A day or two ago..." Harry mumbled, fingers gripping his cup tightly. He briefly wondered if Bobby would yell at him for being stupid but he quickly tossed that thought away. Bobby tended to only yell at Dean—who usually deserved it—so Harry was pretty sure he was safe. "I just really want to learn how to be my own person, Bobby. I want to take control of my life and I don't want to act like some heart-broken, love sick, teenage girl. I'm sick of moping. I want to hunt and to raise my family. Is that too much to ask for?"
Bobby stared at him with a familiar glint for a few moments before he sighed. "I'm not going to be able to change your mind, am I?"
"Nope!" Harry smiled brightly at Bobby and laughed as he shook his head, raising his eyes to the heavens.
"God help us all," he muttered, walking over to the cabinet and pulling out some whiskey.
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Dean rubbed his face and scowled at Gabriel. "Do you have to make everything difficult?" He snapped.
Gabriel chuckled, dodging the kick Dean sent towards his face. "Of course," blonde hair swirled around Gabriel's face as he blocked a punch. "Come on! Harder kicks! Faster punches! That year out of hunting really screwed up your skills, Dean. You need to work harder if you want to get back into shape." Growling in frustration, Dean launched another series of kicks and punches. He could already feel his legs and arms becoming limp noodles.
He cursed to himself as he felt a leg wobble as he dodged out of Gabriel's way. He was right—Gabriel that is—about the year out of hunting screwing with his body. He panted and dropped to the floor, rolling out of way. His eyes flickered to the right, making sure Gabriel wasn't there as he sprang up, lunging to the right. As he moved, he felt a whoosh of air go past him and grinned when he heard Gabriel swear.
Dean paused for a split second to get his arm spasms under control and that's when Gabriel struck. Sending a punch to the side of Dean's face Gabriel watched in satisfaction as the hunter went tumbling to the floor, moaning for him to stop. Shrugging, Gabriel flopped down beside Dean—who was clutching his head in one hand and the other was trying to shield his body from other attacks.
"Relax, Deano." Gabriel said, eyes glittering. "I'm not going to hit you anymore. The training session is over for today." Dean breathed a sigh of relief and dropped his hands, stretching out from the fetal position he had curled into.
"So what's the plan?" Dean asked a little while later.
"Well," Gabriel started, taking a moment to munch on his burger, Dean wondered when it had appeared and if Gabriel would give him one. "I was hoping you could go on a hunt and get back in shape. And then it would be time to go and beg for Harry's forgiveness."
Dean shot Gabriel a "No shit" look before turning back to his burger and fries. He swirled his fry in the ketchup and frowned. There was no way Harry was possibly ever going to take him back. No matter how much he wanted it. Roughly biting off half of the fry, Dean grimaced. Life had been way too complicated since he had met Harry. But the funny thing is, he wouldn't change it for anything in the world.
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Harry grinned as he looked around the house the realtor was showing him. It wasn't to big and it wasn't to small. It was perfect... just the thing he needed. A normal sized house that Neville could hang out in and watch the kids when he went on hunts. The place he could look forward to returning every time he got into a tight situation on a hunt. Something other than his kids that kept him running. A home base, you could say.
Turning to the realtor, Harry smiled. "If I told you I wanted it right now, what would you say?"
The middle aged woman grinned. "Well, I'd have to see the money and make sure your fit for the owning of a home but after all that stuff I could have you sign the deed of ownership today. Why? Do you really like this house that much?"
"Well, it has four bedrooms and three bathrooms… It has a living room and there's a room we could make into a gameroom if we wanted too and the kitchen is amazing… And, not to mention the backyard. I have three kids, so that backyard would be amazing. I coul even add a portable pool if I wanted to and … actually, I think you get it." Harry shrugged, twirling his frayed shirt around the tips of his fingers, a bit bashfull that he let himself babble in front of a stranger.
"How about we go back to my office and we can get the paperwork set up?" She said kindly, grinning at his infectious giddiness.
"Definitely." He wasn't bouncing to the car, not at all.
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Slamming down on the brakes, Harry did a double take of the man walking across the street. Blond hair, buff, and about 6 foot if he had to guess… but there was no leather jacket in sight. Harry sighed and shook his head, Dean wouldn't even be near Colorado Springs! There was no case, this was one of the most ordinary towns Harry had ever been in. He had to stop thinking of him! Seriously, how many times had Dean hurt him now? More than he could count on his hands-that was for sure. He left him again and again and now Harry was raising their son alone. 'Ugh,' Harry thought, 'I'm like a love sick teenager who can't let the guy who took her virginity go. Pathetic.' Starting up the car again, Harry started driving back towards Bobby's. He had a house, now all he needed was some of Bobby's hunting supplies and to get Neville and the kids situated for school and everything else they would need.
Life was going good, he just hoped nothing would screw it up. Letting out a snort, Harry rolled his eyes, did he just jinx himself? He hoped not.
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Crowley smirked and rolled the dice between his fore fingers. He threw the dice and watched in satisfaction as more chips piled up. Scraping them into a bag he brought with him he headed towards the windows he knew he could cash them at. He hummed happ — happily? He was a demon for satan's sake, he wasn't supposed to be happy unless someone was hurt, or about to get hurt. But, his plans were going so great. He deserved a pat on the back. Dean was with Gabriel, Harry has a friend from the wizarding world here and a few extra menaces. Life was good. Dean Winchester didn't remember their conversation and God raised Gabriel, just like he expected he would.
Some people are just so predictable. Crowley smiled nastily at the woman behind the counter. "I want to cash these in." She nodded and counted the coins. Looking over his shoulder, Crowley growled as he saw the time. 9:40 p.m… He raised an eyebrow, grabbed his money and walked out of the casino. Time to watch the show. Sam's soul couldn't withstand the pressure forever. He hummed again and cockily walked to where his car was parked, winked towards the driver and he was on his way.
Bobby Singer would most likely shoot him. But, who cared?
A/N: IMPORANT! So, first off sorry for the shitty chapter. And sorry for the wait, I've been having a few hard months... Really hard.
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