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 slash. 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.

Ch3 Distress Call

Most of the year 1985 was quiet in everything supernatural. So much so, that Bobby had made it a rule to stay in from hunts. He began doing his research nearly full time for other hunters. He and Missouri spent their time taking care of the boys. The small group meshed easily as a small family, they all thrived. Bobby became less cantankerous, Missouri baked more and hummed during whatever task she took up. Sam became a human sponge in whatever he found someone doing. So far he learned how to change the oil in a car with Bobby, to make jambalaya with Missouri, and how to pick up girls and run a fast quarter mile with his brother. Dean laughed unabashedly, he grew leaner muscle and began to shoot up in height. He was hoping to be at least as tall as John had been.

Everything was normal. Missouri began shuttling both of the boys to their schools and for the first time in their lives the boys entered extracurricular activities. Sam joined the school debate team and Dean took up track, cross-country. Every evening after practice and homework, Dean would lose himself in a long run.

Since coming to live with Bobby and Missouri the boys watched as her belly grew large and they didn't need to be told that a baby was soon to come. Sam had been curious to ask when they had begun dating. Since he always knew them to be solitary people, but found that he was, too, bashful to ask. Dean didn't really care much, it felt natural to see their two guardians like this. They had always been close friends, anyway. One morning before school, while Sam helped Missouri make breakfast it occurred to him that this was as normal as they would ever get. No demons, no ghosts. Just a brother, an almost mom, a kind of dad and a new baby. This realization quickly erased his embarrassing questions. Life was good.

Universally things were good in all dealings with the supernatural. The Roadhouse was quieting down. Ellen called Missouri often just to gossip since she no longer had a bar full of rowdy men to supervise. To Sam's chagrin, her daughter, Jo, began calling to speak only to him. Dean took great entertainment from watching Sam's face turn different shades of red during Jo's calls. As peaceful as it had become it seemed, too, surreal. There was next to no demon activity, and this was making all hunters within all of the networks, even the international ones, nervous.

What the boys didn't know, was that while Sam was memorizing factoids, for debates and Dean was charming the local high school population, something big was afoot. Missouri was first in their household to see the signs. She began to have visions of warfare, death and magic. She didn't know what all of it meant, but when Bobby looked up things she told him about he dropped everything. He left the comfortable home they'd made for the boys and headed out to the roadhouse to share their suspicions and findings.

The day that Bobby left, the boys came home from school to the smell of fresh baked cookies. They smelled so good that Dean hadn't even bothered to proclaim his love for pie. It didn't take long for the batch of cookies to disappear between the two of them. They went about their routines and only really noticed Bobby's absence at dinner, when he didn't come to the table. "Missy, where's Bobby?" asked Sam, immediately on high alert. His face was already pale from thinking about all he things that could have harmed the kind man.

"Did he go to pick up a car? Or help on a hunt?" asked Dean helping himself to some mashed potatoes.

"No. He had to go see the Harvelle's at the Road House. There's been a meeting called," she hesitated before continuing. "You might as well know. Bobby called it. He thinks, and don't worry boys. He thinks that, there is going to be an overflow of activity soon," she said putting their fears, delicately.

"Yes! Will we be able to hunt?" Dean excitedly.

"Not while you're under eighteen and in my house, you won't!" said Missouri earnestly. She had never agreed with John's method of raising these boys. Seeing them so fresh faced was a good sight and she didn't want to see that progress reverse.

Taking this as a challenge Dean answered back, "This is Bobby's house, and I'm almost eighteen! I can take care of myself and Sammy."

Missouri stood up from the table so quickly that the table shook. "Dean Winchester. You listen to me good. You are under my care! Both Bobby and I are here to look after you, so don't sass me. Do you understand me?"

Dean gave up his teenaged anger rebellion long enough to see just how hurt Missouri looked. "I'm sorry, Missy," he said as Missouri sat back down at the table. Sam looked at his brother open mouthed. That had to be the second time that he had ever heard him apologize to anyone.

"Be sure to remember what I said, is all I want, Dean. You two are important."

Sam looked away from Dean to Missouri and asked one of his favorite questions, "why?" Dean rolled his eyes and picked up a platter heavy with stewed chicken. The woman that was taking the role of their mother, looked at Sam and stated with certainty, "because, child. Bobby and I cherish you."

The wait until Bobby's return was tense for everyone who lived at the house in the middle of Singer's Salvage Yard. He didn't come home for three nights, but when he did, he had more news to share. Everyone ambushed him with questions. He led them to the dining room.

Bobby took off his cap and combed out his hat head with his fingers. "The Demonic Cease-Fire, that's what Ellen's named it, isn't universal like we thought," Bobby told the small group now sitting at the dining table.

"So what I saw was true?" Missouri said, sighing. She bit her lip and glanced quickly at the fascinated young faces across from her. Bobby sat down beside her and took her hand under the table and gave it a squeeze.

"It will be alright, Sweetheart." She gave him a skeptical look and said, "don't make promises you can't keep." But her lack of anger was shown by the a quick kiss she planted on Bobby's lips.

"That brings me to the other news, family," Bobby said, savoring his saccharine turn of phrase.

"We already know about the baby, Bobby," said Dean with a bored tone, and smirk. Which was instantly wiped off at the unappreciative glance Missouri gave him. "What were you going to say, Bobby?"

"The Roadhouse and nearly every other hunters' gathering place received a mass distress call yesterday."

"Really?" gawped Sam.

"How?" asked Dean, holding his fork halfway to his mouth.

Bobby didn't stop to answer. "We are all going to England. They are going to need all of our expertise. And I don't trust you boys not to find a way to follow us," he said, giving them a pointed look. Dean shrugged, and Sam blushed at how true that statement was. "Dean go clean the guns, Sam go in my office. Start looking up sacrifice, any reference you can find of gifted ones, and Dark Lords. Missouri could you start writing letters to the boys schools? I have to go in my safe room and collect anything useful we can take with us." Everyone jumped at the chance to do something after so much waiting.

It was time to cross the Atlantic.

A/N Now we finally get to see how the worlds begin to tie together. H.