Hey guys! Sorry for the delay. I went away for a few days and when I got home I couldn't find my USB stick that had this saved on it. But I found it this morning so promptly uploaded this! Thanks for all your reviews, they make me smile! :D This chapter is unedited.

It didn't take too long for the Dursley's to come across the Reptile house. When they saw him, Dean could have sworn that they looked slightly disappointed and quite angry. Since there was no way Dean knew to get out of Harry or even to let the boy take control of his own body, Dean felt that he didn't even care.

"Where did you go?" Vernon hissed at Dean once he was close enough, and Dudley and his friend started to try and capture the sleeping snake's attention.

"I've been right here." Dean replied, crossing his arms, "Figured that if I got kidnapped, you lot wouldn't care."

The expression that appeared on Vernon's face was actually quite amusing. Dean could feel a bit of amusement coming from where he now knew Harry's mind was in the back of his own. Vernon opened his mouth, Dean didn't know what for since he knew he was probably right and there was no way that Vernon was going to claim to care about Harry.

However, Vernon was saved from having to come up with something smart to say – Dean doubted he could have managed it – when Dudley started complaining, "It's not moving! Make it move, dad!"

Vernon sent a glare at Dean, "This isn't over, boy." he warned in a low voice, but the moved closer to Dudley, and then tapped on the glass. Dean rolled his eyes, watching as Dudley ordered, "Do it again."

Vernon tapped the cage again, slightly harder this time but the snake just snoozed on. "This is boring." Cry-boy moaned and then shuffled on to look at something else in the Reptile House.

Dean rolled his eyes again, watching as the boy, his parents and friend moved over. As soon as they were no longer in front of the Boa-Constrictor, the snake in question opened it's eyes. Dean smirked, it was almost as if the snake had been pretending to be asleep.

The snake raised it's head up, tilting it's scaled head at Dean as it reached his level. Dean's smirk fell off of Harry's face as the snake winked. "Kid, did you see that?" Dean muttered under his breath.

'Yeah...'

The snake jerked its head towards Vernon and Dudley, and then it seemed to roll his eyes, a look that Dean knew quite well was one of exasperation.

"Get it a lot? Must be very annoying" Dean said, his voice low and frowning. What the hell. He was talking to a snake?

Then, of course, the snake vigorously nodded it's head.

"Right." Dean said, and looked around. No one else seemed to be paying attention to them, and Dean was running though whatever monsters and things that he knew that could change themselves into snakes. He couldn't think of any, "Where'd you come from?" Dean quietly asked.

The snake flicked it's tail to the sign, 'Boa Constrictor, Brazil.' well, yeah – he knew that much, "Did you like it there?" the snake jabbed it's tail to the sign again; This specimen was bred in the zoo.

That helped a bit actually, maybe something was in the Zoo doing something to the animals? But before Dean had any more time to contemplate the possible hunt, there was yelling in his ear, "DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELEIVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"

It was Dudley's friend. And then, in their excitement – and on purpose – Dudley punched Dean in the ribs much to his surprise, "Out of the way, you!" and Dean hit the hard cement ground as he fell off the seat.

Harry, your cousin hits you?

'Sometimes. When he can catch me. Him and his 'gang' have a game where they try and hit me. My glasses? They're taped together from all the times I've been punched in the nose.'

And your aunt and uncle? I mean, I can tell they don't care about you much – but they let cry-boy do that to you?

'Yeah. They don't care about me at all.'

A glare was now apparent on Dean's borrowed face, fixed intently at where Dudley and his friend were leaning right up against the glass wall. Even though Dean didn't know Harry – apart from spending a few hours in his body – he thought he was a decent kid. The fact that his family of all people didn't care about him? It made him quite mad.

Then that's when the glass wall between Dudley, his friend and the Snake disappeared.

It happened quite quickly. One second, everything was fine and the next second it was chaos. Dudley and his friend had jumped away from the glass with a scream, and the snake hissed and slithered out and over the edge of the containment – making everyone who had come to investigate the screams jump out of the way as the snake moved towards them.

The weirdest thing, however, and as if this could get any weirder, the snake hissed out to Dean, "Brazil, here I come... thanksssss amigo." as it slithered away.

Everything after that moved with a blur. Vernon had grabbed Dean roughly and yanked him to his feet and kept a tight grip on him as they left the Zoo. In the car ride back to the Dursley's home, Dudley and his friend had started going on about how the snake had nearly killed them, utterly lying, and then Dudley's friend said, "Harry was talking to it, weren't you Harry?"

Dean threw the boy his dirties glare ever, actually making the rat faced kid shrink back slightly. However, the damage had already been done and when they got back to Number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey, Vernon was turning red and purple and oddly enough, white. As soon as Cryboy's friend was gone, Vernon grabbed Dean's arm tightly, so tight he was sure it'd leave a bruise, "Go – cupboard – stay – no meals."

Then practically threw the 10 year old body in there and the door was locked behind him. Dean stared at the door behind him, then looked around, "What the hell?" he said, "Hang on – did that snake talk to me?"

'So you heard it to? Guess I'm not going crazy then.' there was a pause, 'Then again, I am a voice in the the back of my own head and there's a 30 year old in my body.'

Dean winced, "Sorry kid, really. If I knew how to, I'd leave your body as soon as I can instead of staying here like a common demon."

'Demon? Dean – who's Castiel? Why were you praying to him? Did you make that glass disappear?'

Dean let out a sigh as he slumped down on the bed, "Castiel's an Angel and a pal of mine. Yeah, angels are real and so are demons, vamps, witches and a whole lot of other monsters. I'm a Hunter – it's my job to hunt down those monsters that hurt people and make sure they stop. I was praying to Cas so he'd come and use his angel mojo and fix this, but apparently he's not taking my calls." the last part was added bitterly and eyes raised to the ceiling, "As for the glass, hell, I have no idea."

He did have plenty of time to think about it though. Since the Dursley's blamed Harry for the glass disappearing, Harry's punishment was to be locked in that cupboard, only to eat the small portions of food that they slid through a slot on the door.

Every night, after the Dursleys were asleep, Dean would pick the lock and go eat something actually nice from the kitchen. The first few nights he tried ringing Sam, then Cas, and Bobby – not caring at all about the international cost for the calls – but the numbers were never connected. It didn't take long for Dean to work out why, spotting the newspaper that was folded up on a table in the living room.

"1991?" he hissed, eyes wide.

Time travel. He was very quickly growing to hate it. At least he now knew why Cas wasn't answering his prayers – because the Cas who he was actually praying to was a dick. Nice to know.

A few times in the night over the next few months, Dean tried running away – with Harry's approval – since he knew he would be able to survive. He may have been in a 10 year old's body but his was still 30 (or 12, in this timeline) and very well could take care of himself.

But that plan didn't end up working either. For some reason, whenever he had the intention to leave the Dursley house, he didn't make it past the end of the street before he seemed to appear at the house again. It happened twenty-seven times over the course of his 'punishment' and was really peeving Dean off.

So while locked in his cupboard there was only one thing to do to bide time. He trained. Potter's body was skinny, and weak. Probably from all the malnourishment. So Dean spent his time building up Potter's strength.

In his night time trips, Dean stole bottles of water, soda and some tins of food that he could store under a loose floorboard he had found in the cupboard. Potter didn't feel the strain that his body was going through, but Dean did.

Dean did push-ups and sit-ups. If he scrunched his body small enough, he could grab a small beam at the top of the cupboard and use it to pull himself up. By the end of his 'punishment' Harry's body was much stronger, and better fed.

When the punishment ended, Dean spent as much time outside of the house as he could, knowing whatever feathered dick that was laughing at him wouldn't let him run away from that house so he stocked up.

Dean didn't feel guilty about it, but he could feel a twinge of guilt from Harry, however it was not enough to try and get the hunter to stop. Dean took money from Vernon, Petunia and Dudley – it wasn't enough to raise suspicion. A few pence here, a pound there and so on (Dean did need to get Harry to explain the money. Pence? Pounds? Why didn't England go for the Dollars and Cents?) until he had some money that he could use if he ever needed it.

He also stole a knife from the kitchen – since no one in their right mind would sell him one – and kept it hidden in his cupboard. It was silver and at night he practised with it, getting this new body used to the feel of a knife.

Of course, he couldn't avoid the crazy family forever, and as soon as the holidays were finished, he'd need to go to school which Dean wasn't looking forward to, but at least it was a different school to the one that cry-boy was going to.

Days passed, and Dean was getting really sick of this. He had to have been here for two months, at least, and nothing big had happened. What was the whole point of this? If an Angel had done this, usually they were a bit more impatient and he really couldn't see the point in this anyway.

Dean hadn't yet gotten out of the house when the mail came through the small slot on the door.

"Get the post, Dudley." Vernon said.
"Make Harry get it."
"Get the post, Harry."
Dean rolled his eyes, "Make Dudley get it."
"Poke him with your Smeltings stick, Dudley."

Dean dodged the stick ( which wasn't that hard really. He'd dodged worse) and with a mutter under his breath he went to get the mail, "Lucky I'm stuck here. Treating me and Harry like a slaves. I'd break that goddam stick if that pig kid let go of it for two seconds."

He picked up the letters off of the ground. A postcard, a bill and a… letter for Harry? In all his time being stuck in this kid, he'd never gotten a letter addressed to the kid.

"Harry, you got a letter." Dean muttered under his breath.

Talking to the kid in his head had gotten harder. Sometimes Harry missed whole sentences in their conversations and Dean was getting the feeling that some of the this Harry said never made it to him. They found it was easier for Dean to speak out-a-loud to Harry and Harry respond in their head.

'I never get mail.' Dean could feel the surprise from the boy.

Dean turned the letter over and was highly surprised to see the red wax seal closing it. Huh. "Odds are high they won't let you have this. We'll read it in private, kid." Dean said, and then tucked the brown envelope in the waistband of his pants.

"Hurry up boy! What are you doing, checking for letter-bombs?" Vernon shouted from the kitchen, then laughed at his own joke.

Dean rolled his eyes, then started heading back to the kitchen with the mail. On his way there, he discreetly slid Harry's letter under the door to the cupboard under the stairs, and then went and deposited the rest of the mail to the Dursleys.

He stuck around only long enough to eat his breakfast, then he left. Passing his cupboard, he grabbed the letter and then left the house. He sat down in the garden, a spot he had found that completely hid him from the view of anyone and gave him privacy.

Then he had a better look at the letter, "Mr H. Potter. The Cupboard Under The Stairs. 4 Privet Drive. Little Whinging. Surrey." He read aloud, "Well, ready kid?"

There was no response from Harry.

With a frown, Dean ripped open the envelope and pulled out a several pieces of parchment. Parchment? Seriously?

As Dean read what was one those pieces of parchment, his incredulity grew, "You've got to be kidding me."