Ambling Home by henri8l

Harry Potter/Supernatural/Highlander XOVER. AU. Altered timeline and sequence of events.

Dean finds out that there are more Winchesters after all and Harry has revelations of his own to discover. HP/RR slight. DW/ OFC.

Disclaimer: I own no rights to HP books or film franchise or any tv series only these invented plot changes and any added characters.

Ch2 The last of the Winchesters

The months flew by after the boys arrived at Bobby's car lot. It had taken most of those months for Sam to finally admit his father wasn't coming back. Not that it happen without guidance. He carried on his daily search of the mailbox, and his pestering of Missouri to find out if there were any calls from or visions about John. It wasn't until just last week that Bobby made up his mind to put a stop to it. He had thought that Sam would come to accept what had happened, but he hadn't and he simply wasn't healing. Neither was Dean. It showed in different ways. He was quieter than he had been in, in years. Most of Dean's energy these days was spent focusing on the care and concerns of Sam. Bobby and Missouri knew this couldn't go on. The boys did not deserve this. Bobby arranged a small memorial for John. He even went to the local cemetery and ordered a nice and decent headstone and had the caretaker decorate it. He hadn't told Dean that he was doing any of this, but he had fought with him for weeks. Bobby had been trying to convince him to help find a way to get Sam through this, and Dean along with him. But Dean had fought fiercely because he was still being mindful of Sam's feelings. Last week Bobby shot down his protests by ultimately taking him aside and showing him what he had done.

"Dean, remember a few months back when I went to assist on that hunt in the east? The poltergeist?"

"Yeah, Bobby," Dean said, standing with his arms crossed and face still flushed from their recent screaming match. Bobby turned from him and opened the closet door in his office, which was really a small supernatural library.

He walked behind the coats, and bent down to pick up a box. He came carrying it out. "This, this is what I was getting." Then he rested the box on the table that was in the center of the room. Papers and books were pushed aside as he shoved the covered box towards Dean.

"What's that?" Dean asked, defiantly. He was still angry about the way Bobby wanted to hurt Sam. He was currently looking for any reason to take Sam away, especially if they kept acting like this.

"Just look."

Dean opened the lid of the cardboard box and peered in. The first thing he saw was a leather bound book. "Is that?" Dean began to ask startled, but couldn't finish his question.

"It's your Dad's, son. That's where I went. I went to that hunt your dad tried to finish. I smoked the bastards, and I found your father's remains. I," Bobby faltered. "I found his truck and began putting his belongings in my car. On one of my trips between his truck and my car I saw John."

"No!" gasped Dean, not wanting to hear anymore. He covered his ears, and shut his eyes tightly. But soon his morbid curiosity won out. He uncovered his ears and stared Bobby down, ready to hear the rest.

Bobby continued. "I saw John, he materialized in front of me. He made a grab for my arm, and I just went into action."

"You salted and burned him?" the boy's voice cracked by saying this.

"I had to he would'na wanted to stay like that. I said a prayer before I did it. You won't believe this but, his ghost stood beside me while I was doing it," Bobby said, wiping the sweat running down his temple.

"Like he was making sure you got the job done," offered Dean.

Bobby rubbed an eye and cleared his throat. "Yeah, that was John to the last. A task master."

Dean stared at Bobby for a few more minutes, with his youthful brow furrowed. Bobby didn't know what to do. Dean had never been the type of kid to take comfort very well. He was always laughing off his problems, preferring to make a joke out of them instead of dealing with them. He watched him reach into the box and pull out his dad's dog tags, which he always wore. The man had been so consumed by the hunt he had an anti-possession rune engraved into the back of them. He used to say that it would have to tide him over until he got it as a tattoo. Dean hung them around his neck. They fell right over his own anti-possession tattoo. John had taken him to ink it for his last birthday. "So he's really gone?" he asked Bobby in a tranquil tone. His voiced turned into a miserable whisper as he went on, "He's not coming back?" Bobby wasn't surprised to hear that even Dean had problems letting his father go, despite his continuous recitations of the opposite. Bobby and Missouri had heard enough of 'I'm fines,' coming from the boy since he got here, to make their heads spin. Bobby just firmly took hold of Dean's shoulders, squeezing them in effort to give some physical comfort. What he hadn't expected Dean to do was grab him in a strong hug.

They remained there, standing like that for what felt like a long time. It was that evening, when Sam came home from the library that Dean took him upstairs to talk. It was then that he showed him their father's belongings, and retold Bobby's story. The next morning Bobby held the small memorial at the empty gravesite with Sam clutching at Dean and Missouri holding onto them both. It was official. They were the last of the Winchesters.

A/N That's all for now. What do you think? H.