A/N: Thank you everyone for your reviews. I love that so many of you liked the last chapter. I am sorry for the little cliffhanger at the end, but the chapter ended up way longer than I expected and so I am posting this chapter much faster than I normally would. Every once and a while I will sit down to write already knowing where I want to go and the story just goes off on its own and that is what happened here. I hope you guys enjoy reading this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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It was just Harry's luck that the first time he goes out on a hunt he runs in to, not only a hunter-which was bad enough, but no…he had to run into one that knew his biological father. This is just super.

"So I am guessing you know John, Huh?" Harry finally muttered unhappily.

"Yes. Funnily enough, I also know Dean and Sam…but I can't say I have ever even heard of Harry."

Harry snorted. "Guess you haven't heard of Adam either…though he doesn't use Winchester as his last name…so I guess he only counts a little." Harry trailed off as he continued to speak so low that Caleb was hard-pressed to pick up on his words. Hard-pressed but not unsuccessful by any means.

"Adam? Son, you need to start talking, right now."

"Why? Are you like his nanny or something? My nonexistent relationship with John has nothing to do with you." Harry was starting to feel a bit agitated. He really didn't like it when people just assumed they had a right to know everything about his life…and apparently he could not get away from that with a new last name and a whole new country.

"I consider John and the boys' friends, and I take care of my friends. You are not going anywhere until I know who you are."

Harry winced as the hand holding onto his tightened. "Great. I should have known that something like this was going to happen…stupid luck." Harry looked up at the older man and sighed. "Fine. John is my biological father. Have never even met the man. That is pretty much all there is to our relationship." He raised his free hand to make air quotations when he said the word relationship while rolling his eyes.

Caleb just stared at him in silence for a few minutes until Harry started to fidget. "Right. This conversation is not over. I am going to let you get in your car, and you are going to drive down to that diner down the road…that one right there." Caleb pointed at the restaurant they could see from the parking lot of the Farmers Market. "We are going to sit down, have some dinner, and we are going to talk about this. You try to run off and I will follow you and then I will drag you to wherever John is holed up and we can have this conversation with him…you understand?"

Harry glared and thought about drawing his wand and hexing the ever loving crap out of the guy. Seriously…who does crap like that? Well, aside from Dumbledore…the Weasleys…the…okay fine, everyone and their house elf wanted to tell Harry what to do. "Fine." Harry bit out.

He had to take a few deep breaths to keep himself from hexing Caleb as the man kept a close eye on him as they entered their respective cars and drove off towards the diner. Caleb pretty much rode his back bumper, which was just beyond rude, all the way over to the diner where they parked and entered without a word.

When the waitress came over to take their orders, Harry didn't bother ordering anything as he was not planning on staying for very long…only to glare daggers as Caleb ordered for him.

"I'll have a coffee and the daily special, and let's see…" he smirked at Harry "Let's get Harry here some milk and a hamburger with fries." The waitress was gone before Harry could protest.

"Milk?" He asked incredulously. What made the idiot think he would ever order milk of all things?

"You want to act like a toddler and I will treat you like one. Stop pouting and start talking."

"I am not pouting." Harry carefully unfolded his arms from his chest and tried to ensure that he didn't look like a petulant child. He was an adult, damn it.

"Right." Caleb snorted and just continued to watch Harry until the food arrived. While Harry picked at his burger and fries and Caleb took a bite of the pot roast he had ordered he once again made his demand. "You need to start talking, son, if you want to get out of here anytime tonight."

Harry sighed deeply. "I don't know what it is that you want to talk about. I don't even know John." Okay, even Harry couldn't deny that he sounded like he was still in fourth year. Harry sat up a bit straighter in his seat.

"Does he know about you?" Caleb finally asked. He had never been approving of the way that John dragged his boys around while he was off Hunting and was not sure what to do with this new information about another Winchester child. If he knew, surely he would have at least met the boy. That hope was shattered when Harry next spoke.

"Yeah, he knows I was born. My dad…well, my mom's husband if you want to get specific, came back to America to let him know about me before I was born; he wanted to let the man know that he had gotten my mom pregnant and all." Harry smirked at the uncomfortable look that flashed across Caleb's face. "When John told him that he didn't want anything to do with me because it would mess up what he had with his own family, Dad decided that John was an arse and that I was his." Harry took a big bite of his burger while Caleb processed.

"Oh. Was he sure that John was the father?"

Harry paused before answering. He couldn't exactly tell Caleb that they had used a potion to verify his paternity now could he? "They were sure."

"I guess you do look a lot like John. I can see a bit of Sam and Dean when I look at you too." Caleb muttered finally. "So you were raised in England?" When Harry looked up he smiled. "You have quite an accent there, son."

"Yes. I was raised in England…and I guess Scotland since I went to school there." Harry shrugged while taking another bite.

"Sounds interesting. When did you come to America?"

"Just a few years ago." Seeing the question in Caleb's eyes, Harry answered before he could ask. "I never really felt like there was anything to tie me to England and wanted to travel a bit. Since America speaks English and I was conceived here, I decided this was as good a place as any."

"What about your parents?" Caleb was frowning now. That frown only deepened when he saw Harry hesitate before answering.

"They died." Harry stuffed a few fries in his mouth in the hopes that Caleb would ask about something else. It didn't work.

"I am sorry for your loss. When did this occur?"

Harry made a face that displayed every bit of anger he was feeling at that moment. "Look, is there something specific that you want to know? I don't really feel like telling you my life's story. No offence…but I don't know you from Adam and this really does have nothing to do with you."

"Well, I could just call your dad and tell him about you and where you are. I am sure that he would want to know about a son that goes around doing experiments on ghosts…with just an iron poker and no guns."

Harry grimaced. "He is not my dad. James was my dad. I don't get why you can't just let this alone. John didn't want to know me when I was born and I don't really care to know him now."

"I can't let this go because you are my friend's son and you obviously are messing with the supernatural with no training. What you are doing is dangerous and I wouldn't let Sam or Dean do anything like that shit you pulled tonight without training, even if it did end up being fairly interesting in the end. John would never allow his sons to go off on a hunt untrained."

"Right…that is why he never trained or told Adam anything about the supernatural." Harry smirked as Caleb froze in his seat.

"Adam… that is the second time you have said that name. Who is he?"

"Look, if you are really that close to John, why don't you give him a friendly little reminder to either keep it in his pants or use birth control." The look of realization on Caleb's face had Harry snickering to himself.

"He has another son?" Caleb asked in disbelief.

"Yep. I don't think that anyone really knows about him, but John is on his birth certificate and there are records that they spend time together every once and a while." Maybe Caleb could go and protect the mini Winchester. Harry thought hopefully.

"How do you even know that?"

Harry sighed again as he played with the rim of the glass that held his milk. Talking and thinking about John was emotionally draining. "When I first came over here, I was curious about John and Dean…Sam hadn't been born when Dad told him about me…so I only found out about him when I started looking into John. It wasn't all that hard to find out about Sam and Adam."

"Why haven't you gotten into contact with them? It sounds like you had planned on it when you came here."

"Ah, well, you are not the first person I have run into that knew John Winchester."

"You have met another hunter? Who?"

Harry made a face as different explanations ran through his mind. He hated having to lie and keep up what he had told people. It was better to stay as close to the truth as possible in order to stay out of trouble in his opinion. "Not a hunter, but they were aware of the supernatural and knew about hunters, including John, Sam and Dean." He looked at Caleb and decided that the guy really did have his heart in the right place. "When I found out that he, and a bunch of others, were running around killing things without really knowing much about them, I decided that I would do some research."

"You just decided to…Harry, look…the supernatural is not something to mess around with. Those that hunt normally got into it by having a monster come after them and kill their family. Hell, even your dad got started when some demon went after his wife. You can't just decide to do some research about these things."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Actually, I kind of can. You see…I am twenty-two years old, and I have been all grown up now for quite some time. I've been making my own decisions and everything. I can even feed myself all by myself now. I am a big boy." Wow, Harry really didn't know where this urge to snark at a man he hardly knew came from. If he had been talking to Snape he would have been a smear on the floor by now…and judging by Celeb's expression he was prepared to give it a good try. "I don't like how little is known about the things you all hunt, so I am going to find out as much as I can. There really isn't anything that you can do or say would make me change my mind, and since you are not my daddy, you really don't have a say about what I do and don't do with my life…neither does John."

Caleb was glaring at him now. "I won't let you run around without any training."

"You don't have a say."

"Like hell." Caleb shut his mouth with an audible snap when the waitress came by and refilled their coffee and milk. After they had assured the woman that they did not need anything else, Caleb continued to insert himself right on into Harry's business. "I won't have you running around when it is painfully obvious that you don't even have a gun. Do you have any idea just what kind of monsters are out there?"

"Actually I have a pretty good idea…and it would be pointless for me to carry around a gun when I would be more likely to shoot myself than whatever was coming after me."

"Where do you live?"

Harry froze and blinked at Caleb at the question. "What?"

"Where do you live?"

"Why in the world would I tell you that? You could be some kind of sexual deviant that likes to ax murder people and make people soup!"

Caleb pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. "Stop with the nonsense. God, you sound like a mini Dean. Here is what is going to happen if you don't want me calling John right now and hauling your ass over to him. You are going to tell me where you live. I am going to follow you to where ever you need to go to get your gear and then I am going to follow you home. One way or another I am going to see that you at least learn to shoot a gun and that you won't get yourself killed."

"You aren't my keeper and I am not taking you home with me!" Harry tried to keep his voice down. Now what was he supposed to do? Why couldn't the man just let it go already.

"Oh yes, you are. You have two choices here. One, I go with you and train you so that you don't die. This will give you the chance to convince me not to tell John about you. I am sure that you have your reasons, but I won't keep you a secret if you are going to be hunting without a damn good reason. Second, I call John right now. What is it going to be? Me or your daddy?"

"He's not my dad." Harry muttered before he turned his attention to the cracked table top to silently think about the hunter on the other side of the table. It was taking a lot of effort not to just get the guy out of sight of the other No-Majs and Obliviate the entire night from the man's memory.

The only problem with that was that Harry had never really practiced the charm on people before. He had not wanted to Obliviate the man that set up his internet and had been more than a little bit relived that he was spared as he wasn't all that sure he could do it correctly if it involved taking more than a few minutes of memories. It took serious concentration to take more than that without damaging people.

He was enough of a realist to know that having Caleb around could be helpful. He could probably teach him about the creatures and what he had come across, not to mention how to shoot a gun, which he would eventually need to learn to safely carry.

The issue that Harry could see being a big problem was that he had magic…magic that he did not get from a demon deal. And if he took Caleb home, there was no way he could hide the fact that he was a wizard.

MUCOSA wouldn't be a problem as they had been prepared before Harry even came into the picture to let a few hunters in on their secret, but they needed to be careful as so many of them were just trigger happy and would shoot anything that they saw as abnormal…like John.

I guess if he doesn't react well I can just send off for one of the Obliviators. The fact that he is so bloody concerned is a point in his favor I guess.

"I have a few questions before I agree." Harry waited until Caleb nodded though he looked like he was losing patients. First, let's say you come across…um, let's say a vampire. While checking the guy out, you find that he only eats animal blood and is not killing anyone …would you kill him?"

Caleb stared at him incredulously for a moment. "Harry, that would never happen. Vampires are killers. All of them."

"And you know that because you have met every single one of them. That kind of attitude is right up there with thinking that salt and iron doesn't hurt ghosts even though they bloody well scream when you do it. Just answer the question." Harry huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

Caleb tilted his head to the side, allowing it to pop and release some of the tension he was feeling. "Fine. If I ever came across a vampire that I was absolutely positive was neither feeding on or killing humans, I would let them live. I would keep an eye on them though and would kill them the moment they crossed the line." He pointed at Harry when he told him that he would keep an eye on them making the younger man roll his eyes.

"Great. Glad to know that you don't just like killing things for the heck of it. Next question," Harry paused as he tried to think of something else he could ask. "alright, let's say you see someone…light something on fire without a match." Harry shrugged as he came up with a scenario. "What would you do and why?"

"Hm. That is actually a difficult question." Harry raised his brows as Caleb leaned back in his seat and seemed to ponder the question. "I guess that would depend. There are people out there that can do stuff like that, like pyrokinesis, and it seems like a natural ability that starts up after traumatic experiences. I actually came across a pyrokinetic once, and they kept to themselves because they couldn't control it. He kept setting his house on fire, but he never hurt anyone but himself when he was trying to put out his own fires. If they were not hurting anyone I would probably just suggest they keep to themselves. If they were hurting others with their gift I would kill them."

Two things stood out in Harry's mind. First, Caleb referred to pyrokinesis as a gift; something that was complete unexpected for Harry. The second was that there was no hesitation when Caleb said that he would let the person alone unless they were hurting others. To Harry it seemed that Caleb hunted to help others instead of getting the highest monster body count he could. Harry listened closely as Caleb continued.

"If they are messing around with magic then they probably made a demon deal. Demon deals are something that you never want to mess with but people do it anyway, selling their souls for whatever it is that they cannot live without. Some deals are only problems for the people making the deals. They never really affect others. Those that ask for magic though, those never turn out as anything but a bloodbath. Witches use the power they get from demons and hurt and kill others, becoming more violent the longer they have the power. There is a hunter, Pastor Jim; he thinks it is because they are using demon's powers that they use start to slowly corrupt their own souls…which make them more violent. I would put them down as soon as I knew what I was dealing with."

"Oh." Harry was just looking at Caleb with wide eyes now. He desperately wanted to take out his notebook and make a few notes as there was not a lot known about the No-Majs that made deals for magic. He was jolted out of his thoughts when Caleb rapped on the table to get his attention

"So what's it going to be?"

"I guess you are following me home." Harry finally said. "But only if you promise to leave off telling John anything about me." If there was someone he could take the risk on telling about himself it would probably be this guy. If he wasn't such a bad-ass he would have probably been sorted into Hufflepuff, but he couldn't see this man in the house of the Badgers. Poor kids would probably cry if Caleb walked into their common room with his gun out. Oh well, if things went bad he still had the Obliviators.

"I will promise for now. I still want a good reason for me to keep that information quiet."

"Fine." Harry muttered as he picked up the bill and made his way over to the register. I can't believe I actually have to pay two dollars for a glass of milk."

Caleb followed Harry back to his hotel and waited in his own car while Harry packed up his stuff. When he had come to Red Oak he was planning on a quick salt and burn and then just moving on to the next hunt, which he was supposed to meet Bobby for in a few days. What he did not expect to find however was a lost little Winchester experimenting on the ghost he was hunting with cooking herbs of all things.

Honestly he wasn't even sure with which part of the night he had the most problems with.

He didn't like the fact that the man he had known so long, the man he had even hunted with and babysat for, apparently had two secret children…one of which he never even acknowledged at all and the other he was seeing, but was lying while doing so. He knew he had to be lying to Dean if he was running off alone to see the child, probably telling him he was going on a hunt or something. But he was most likely lying to the other boy too if he didn't know John was a hunter like Harry had said.

If John had been standing in front of him right now he would be punching the man in his face right about now. If Harry was right and this James character had told John about Harry before he was even born…what kind of ass just ignores the fact that they have a baby on the way? Sure John was an ass, but he had always wanted to believe the man would put family first.

Though, he could see John putting Mary above anything else, including his kids. That thought was a bit disturbing as he had no problem seeing John making that decision if it would mess things up with Mary, and that was the only reason he was holding up on calling the man and telling him about meeting Harry on his hunt. It was depressing, but he had been trying to view the man in a good light for a long while now and it took more than a small bit of effort.

The fact that the kids parents had died at some point was also extremely concerning considering what had happened with Mary. Caleb could only hope at this point that the demon had not gone after Harry's family too. That was one subject they would be talking about real soon if he had his way. No one started hunting without seeing some serious shit first. He didn't know what the boy had seen to make the supernatural something he wanted to research, but he knew there was something.

Whatever it was made the boy odd though, who thinks about what a ghost felt when it was trying to kill you? He couldn't really explain the boy's empathy with the way the ghost was feeling, but he couldn't say that the boy wasn't successful in getting rid of the thing…and possibly making Caleb feel bad for not ever thinking about alternatives, not that he would ever admit it.

And that was another thing that Caleb was struggling with. What on Earth would make someone want to sit around and experiment on what affects a damn ghost. That was recklessness that was over and beyond anything he had heard Dean doing and that boy was about as reckless as they came. Harry had bought kitchen spices…Kitchen Spices…on a hunt! Sure it worked, but that was not the point. The point that the little idiot had taken KITCHEN SPICES on a hunt! He was obviously more in need of a keeper than Dean was and that was saying something.

Caleb shifted on his seat as he fought the irritation that was building up again. His thoughts were not helping his blood pressure at all.

Not only did he plan a little dinner party with the ghost, because that was not stupid enough, no…the boy had come without any real weapons. The only thing he had really seen was the iron fireplace poker. If the hunt had turned into anything except a haunting, the boy would have been up the creek without a paddle…and probably dead to boot. Possibly bludgeoned to death with his own poker. The boy looked like a good wind would just blow him off his feet. He couldn't see the boy actually wining if it came down to a fight with a monster. That thought had Caleb rubbing his chest.

On top of everything else, Harry wasn't even able to get rid of him when he started asking questions he was clearly uncomfortable with. This was something that all hunters learned early and was one of the easiest things a hunter had to deal with. This is how they stayed out of jail and considering how many laws they broke…well, being able to talk your way out of trouble was a necessary skill. For goodness sake, the little idiot was about to let him follow him home after a few stupid questions that Caleb was fairly sure were meant to check his moral compass. He could have lied.

Sure, it was probably a good idea to make sure that whoever you brought home was a deranged serial killer and whatnot, but you should still avoid bringing strangers home a few hours after you met them…especially if said stranger was carrying a gun when you met. It was like this kid was never taught 'Stranger Danger' at all. The general lack of self-preservation all around was making Caleb itch.

Sam and Dean were pretty much the only kids he had ever been around. He had only really seen Jo Harvelle at the roadhouse when he stopped in; very few hunters had kids and most of them would hesitate to leave their kids with other hunters as they weren't he most kid friendly lot. Mostly he had been around the boys because John would need to go on a 'hunt' that he could not take the boys on and they needed watching. Now he was wondering if those hunts were when he would go off and visit that Adam boy.

Caleb nodded as Harry got into his car and pulled out onto the road. As he pulled out behind him Caleb sighed and wondered what he was going to do with the boy. A few miles down the road he sighed again and pulled out his phone.

He may have promised to hold off on telling John for the moment, but he had said diddly squat about anyone else.

"What?"

It would have been a lie if Caleb had said he did not feel more than a little bit of relief at the gruff voice that answered on the second ring.

"Hey Bobby, its Caleb."

"What do you want?"

Caleb snorted at the abrupt question. There was really no one like Bobby. "I am going to have to bale on you for that hunt. Something came up." He could almost hear the man on the other end of the phone sit up and pull on his serious and concerned pants.

"Anything I can help with?" That was the thing about Bobby. He was always ready and willing to lend a hand to other hunters…unless you pissed him off of course.

"Actually, I don't really know. I ran into a newbie hunter while in Red Oak; that haunting I was telling you about."

"Yeah, I remember. What, did the idjit get hurt or something?"

"No." Caleb drew the word out as he thought about the boy in the car in front of him. "I walked in on him while he had a ghost trapped in a salt circle while he tossed kitchen spices through it and wrote down what affect it had."

"I'm sorry, you walked in on what now?"

Oh, what Caleb would pay to see Bobby's face right then. He still didn't believe it and he was there. "Oh you heard me. He had a ghost trapped in a salt circle while he tossed kitchen spices through it."

"Why on Earth would the idjit do a stupid thing like that?" The feeling of incredulous disbelief was almost palpable through the phone line.

"Apparently he wanted to see what would affect a ghost aside from salt and iron. He was successful too."

"What do you mean he was successful?"

"I mean that the boy burnt some sage that he tossed into a bowl that was in the salt circle. Bobby, not only did the ghost get more solid but the thing spoke and was asking questions." Caleb fought the urge to rub his eyes as he watched the taillights in front of him. "The boy talked the thing into crossing over."

"What?"

"Bobby, tonight I watched a ghost go from normal crazy to coherent to crossing over in a burst of golden light with mystical breeze and all. No salt and burn…just stupid boy with some kitchen spices."

"It crossed over? I…that's actually interesting." Caleb rolled his eyes. "If the ghost is really gone, why are not heading this way?"

"I am currently following the little idiot home. He didn't even have a gun, Bobby. Said he didn't know how to shoot one." There was no doubt as to how tired Caleb was when he said that last bit into the phone. "The boy is going to get himself killed if someone doesn't train him."

"And he is just letting you follow you home?" There was more than a little bit of doubt conveyed in those few words.

"It bothers you too? Good. I swear, the boy has no concept of self-preservation."

"Alright, the boy is an idjit, why is this your problem?"

Caleb paused. "This stays between us, right?"

Caleb waited as Bobby did his thinking on the other end of the line. One thing that he could count on was that the man would keep his word if he gave it. Not that he had to worry about Bobby blabbing off to John as he was pretty pissed at the man at the moment.

"Yeah, it stays between us." It was a promise given and both knew it.

"The boy's name is Harry Winchester."

Caleb just waited though the silence that followed.

"Balls!"