For Elin1982, Hope Night and everyone who asked for John. Extra props to Hope Night for inspiration! You know where I mean! Lol!
Chapter Five – Shadow
"Alright Dean, this is the place." Sam said, as they got out of the Impala opposite an apartment building. Sam and Dean were dressed as employees of the alarm system company, Dean grabbed a toolbox from the trunk of the car and all three proceeded to the apartment block.
"Why are we here, and why are you two dressed up as that?" Harry asked, hiding his grin behind his hand when Dean glared at him.
"Shut it Sparky. Though I've gotta say, Dad and me did just fine without these stupid costumes. I feel like a high school drama dork." Dean grinned at Sam, "What was that play you did? What was it – Our Town. Yeah, you were good, it was cute."
"Ooh! Do you have photos?" Harry asked, making Sam glare at the two.
"Look, you wanna pull this off or not?"
"I'm just sayin', these outfits cost hard-earned money, okay?"
"I used to be loaded. Damn, wish I'd left myself some of it." Harry said wonderingly.
"How loaded?" Dean asked curiously.
"I could have lived comfortably, not working, or doing anything, for the rest of my life. Damn."
"Whose money did you spend on these outfits?" Sam asked suspiciously.
"Ours. You think credit card fraud is easy?"
"Is it?" Harry asked curiously.
--
When they had finally managed to get into the apartment and convince the woman that they were there to inspect the apartments alarm system, the landlady stood by the door and watched as Sam and Dean wandered around the room.
"Thanks for lettin' us look around." Sam told her.
"Well the police said they were done with the place, so..." She glanced around her and stepped inside when Dean came to look at the door. He picked up the broken chain and looked at it. "You guys said you were with the alarm company?" Harry snorted and carried on looking around the room suspiciously.
"That's right."
"Well, no offence, but your alarm's about as useful as boobs on a man." The landlady said, making Harry look up form the windowsill he was inspecting, whilst Sam and Dean exchanged a look.
"I knew a man with boobs once." Harry told them dreamily, making Dean look at him in horror.
"I so didn't need to here that." Dean muttered, getting a funny look thrown at him from the landlady for his efforts and a giggle from Harry.
"We called him mooby."
"Oh god." Dean looked at Sam pleadingly.
"Well, that's why we're here. To see what went wrong and stop it from happening again. Now, ma'am, you found the body?" Sam asked, ignoring Harry's giggles behind him.
"Yeah."
"Right after it happened?"
"No. Few days later. Meredith's work called – she hadn't shown up. I knocked on the door. That's when I noticed the smell."
"Any windows open? Any sign of break-in?" Dean asked, having finally managed to ignore Harry's maniacal giggling again.
"Does there look like a sign of break-in?" Harry asked dryly. "Idiot." He muttered, watching as Dean tried not to glare at him.
"No, windows were locked, front door was bolted. Chain was on the door, we had to cut it just to get in."
"And the alarm was still on?" Dean asked, looking at the alarm system on the wall.
"Like I said, bang-up job your company's doin'." Harry sniggered and moved over to Sam, near the back of the room.
"Mmhmm. You see any overturned furniture, broken glass, signs of struggle?" The landlady shook her head as Dean carried on looking around the apartment.
"Everything was in perfect condition – except Meredith"
"And what condition was Meredith in?"
"Why would an alarm systems company need to knew these questions?" Harry asked musingly, yawning slightly in boredom.
"Meredith was all over. In pieces. The guy who killed her must have been some kind of a whackjob. But I tell you, if I didn't know any better, I'd have said a wild animal did it." Dean looked over at Sam, and Harry huffed.
"Merlin, you'd think they'd stop with the bloody clichés." Harry muttered, walking around the bloody marks on the floor with interest.
"Ma'am, do you mind if we take some time? Give this place a once-over?" Sam asked politely, with a wide smile.
"Oh, well, go right ahead. Knock yourself out." She told them, before turning and leaving the room.
"She didn't mean it literally either Dean." Harry warned, still not looking up from the blood spatter.
"Shut it. So, a killer walks in and out of the apartment – no weapons, no prints, nothin'." Dean said, taking the EMF reader out of the toolbox.
"I'm tellin' ya, the minute I found that article, I knew this was our kind of gig." Sam said, looking over when the EMF reader started to beep frantically.
"I think I agree with you."
"It feel's kinda bland in here. Well, besides the horrific death. And bad deco." Harry added, looking at the wall and wrinkling his nose.
"What's bad deco got to do with anything?"
"You talked to the cops didn't you Dean?" Sam asked quickly, stopping Harry from making a snappy retort.
"Uh, yeah." Dean glanced over at Harry and smirked. "I spoke to Amy, a uh, charming, perky officer of the law."
"You'd flirt with a poodle if it was legal." Harry muttered, making Dean look scandalised.
"Yeah? What'd you find out?"
"Well, she's a Sagittarius. She loves tequi-"
"Is he always like this?" Harry asked, getting a sigh and a nod in response.
"Unfortunately yes. He thinks with his di-"
"Hey! I do not! And wow, this place it high with the oogie boogie. There is one thing though."
"What?"
"Meredith's heart was missing."
"Her heart?" Sam and Harry both asked at the same time.
Yeah. Her heart. And could you two not do that again. It was freaky."
"So, what do you think did it to her?" Sam asked.
"Well, the lady said it looked like an animal attack. Maybe it was – werewolf?" Dean said, looking over at Harry when he snorted.
"Don't be stupid. Why would a werewolf do that? Plus, only the heart? What are you on? They'll eat anything, unless they've had their dose of wolfsbane." Harry added quickly, thinking about Remus fondly.
"Wolfsbane? And the lunar cycle's not right Dean. It's probably a spirit." Sam told him, Dean nodded, glaring at a grinning Harry and then turning his attention to the blood on the carpet.
"Wolfsbane is a potion that allows the werewolf to keep their mind on the nights of the full moon." Harry told him brightly. "Helped Remus loads."
"Remus?"
"My Godfather. He was a werewolf. His was the last soul I reaped in Britain."
"Your godfather was a werewolf? And no one killed him straight away?" Sam asked in horror.
"What?! Kill him? Why would they kill him? He was only a child when he was bitten. He lived with the curse for over thirty years! He never once killed someone whilst he was a wolf. Why would someone want to kill him? They're people too you know." Harry told him with a frown, before Dean looked up from the blood and looked at the two.
"Hey you two love birds got any masking tape?" Dean asked, looking at them and grinning evilly when they both blushed and looked away.
"Er... there's some in the toolbox." Sam told him, rummaging through the box, not noticing Harry aim a kick at a chuckling Dean. "Here you go."
"Cheers." Dean tore off a long strip of tape and connected one of the blood pools to another.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked his brother, whilst Harry stood quietly and watched.
"Just checking something out." Dean told him, connecting all the blood pools together with the tape and then standing up.
"Ever see that symbol before?" Sam asked them both, looking at a symbol of a circle with two curved lines coming off of it in opposite directions, Dean shook his head before turning to the silent Harry.
Harry was looking at the symbol, his eyes were wide and he was pale, well paler than was normal for him. He looked up at the two brothers and noticed them staring at him. He smiled and chuckled nervously, tugging on his hair slightly. "Nope, never seen it in my life."
--
Later that night Sam and Dean went out to a bar to get information on Meredith if they could, and hopefully find something out about the symbol. Harry had decided to stay in the hotel and try to get someone from his department to come visit him. If he could just get the wonky bloody signal to work.
"You know, there's no need to shout." Harry spun around, and growled under his breath when he saw Hank stretched out on the bed Sam had claimed as his own.
"Get off that bed. You're here for a reason." Harry said in agitation, pacing the room. Hank stood up off the bed and watched his little Reaper pace.
"What's wrong kitten?" Hank asked, grabbing Harry's hand on his next pass and pulling him into a hug.
"Someone has summoned that mangy shadow beast." Harry said, wrinkling his nose as he burrowed deeper into Hanks robes.
"They can't harm you. You're Death. Which generally means the death of anything and everything. I refuse to reap daisies though. I give those to vegetarians."
"Really?"
"So what has gotten you so worried?" Hank asked, by-passing Harry's question with a roll of his eyes.
"Sam."
"What's he done?" Hank growled, his eyes narrowing at some invisible thing only he could see.
"He's done nothing. I'm worried what it will do to him. He's human. So is Dean. They don't stand a chance." Harry said, eyes closing as Hank stroked his hair gently.
"Have you told them what they are up against?"
"No. I played ignorant, do you think I should?"
"Yes. Why didn't you?"
"Don't know. I panicked?" Harry asked with a shrug, which he soon regretted as it dislodged Hank's hand from his hair and Hank pushed Harry at arms length away so he could give him a stern glance.
"You panicked? You faced Lord Voldemort, you killed yourself even though you knew your people would turn against you for it and you panicked? It's not that bad a demon." Hank told him, waving his hand casually.
"You can't kill it!"
"Yes you can. Nothing can survive without a soul." Hank told him with a wink. He quickly bent down to press a hard kiss to Harry's lips and leaving him breathless when he pulled away and disappeared.
Harry had just recovered his breath, which he didn't actually need, but it was a reflex he had never gotten rid of, when Dean walked in the door. Alone.
"Where's Sam?"
"Dude, why do you look like you just got laid?"
"Huh?"
"Who did you have over? Wait, how could they see you? What about Sammy?" Dean looked at Harry with mock hurt and gasped, "How could you do that to my Sammy's feelings?"
"I didn't do anything!"
"Sure you didn't. Anyway, Sam went to stalk some poor girl." Dean told him, pulling Sam's laptop out and placing it on the table before he sat down in front of it and turned it on.
"Whatcha searching for?"
"Information on the girl Sam's currently stalking and the symbol you won't tell us anything about." Dean said, looking up at Harry and raising an eyebrow.
"Fine. I know what it is."
"Thought so. Sam owes me ten bucks. Cheers." Dean said with a wide smirk. He pulled his phone out and rang Sam.
"You're sad Dean. Real sad." Harry said, sitting on Sam's bed and watching Dean.
"Let me guess. You're lurkin' outside that poor girl's apartment, aren't you?" Dean asked into the phone, grinning when Harry scowled.
"Whore."
"Now now. No not you. You've got a funny way of showin' your affection." Dean told Sam with a chuckle. Harry's scowl grew darker, and his eyes flashed with jealousy.
"Who is this little chit?"
"Sorry, man, she checks out. There is a Meg Masters in the Andover phonebook. I even pulled up her high school photo. Now, look, why don't you go knock on her door and uh, invite her to a poetry reading, or whatever it is you do, huh?"
"Don't encourage him!" Harry hissed.
"Yeah, that I managed to convince our little Reaper friend to admit that he knows what the symbol is. Yeah, so you owe me ten dollars. No he hasn't told me yet though.."
"It's a Daeva."
"What? Like J-Lo?" Dean asked, making Harry look at him strangely.
"A Daeva, not a Diva! Idiot. It's a Zoroastrian demon. They're savage, animalistic, nasty attitudes."
"Kind of like, uh, demonic pit bulls?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Whoever is controlling it is either very strong or very stupid. The Daevas don't like taking instructions from anyone."
"So, they don't just appear?"
"No, they have to be summoned or conjured." Harry told them, well Dean told Sam.
"Yeah, he said someone's controllin' it. And from what Harry tells me, it's pretty risky business too. These suckers tend to bite the hand that feeds them. And, uh, the arms, and torsos." Dean told Sam, he listened to something Sam said and then looked at Harry. "What do they look like?"
"No clue, nobody's seen 'em for a couple of millennia."
"Summoning a demon that ancient? Someone really knows their stuff. I think we've got a major player in town. Now, why don't you go give that girl a private strip-o-gram."
"Dean!" Harry hissed, lunging for the phone, which Dean easily dodged with a laugh.
"No, bite her. Don't leave teeth mars, though – Sam? Are you-? He hung up on me." Dean told Harry, who as glaring daggers at the evil hunter.
"Good. What did you put ideas like that into his head for?"
"He needs to get laid. You have, so why can't he?"
"I wasn't laid! Hank just came to visit."
"What, and you both had a little tickle and fumble?"
"No! Gah! Stop encouraging him. You have no idea what this girl is like!"
"She's hot. Sammy scored."
"Oh shut up. Just go look up porn or something." Harry told him, turning his back to Dean and huffing.
"That's not a bad idea."
--
"Shit." Harry looked up from the book he was reading on different demons, and looked over at Dean.
"S'up?"
"I've found something to link the victims."
"Where?"
"My – friend, Amy, over at the police department. She's just sent me the complete records of the two victims."
"So what did we miss?" Harry asked, moving over to stand behind Dean. Both of them were reading through the files when Sam ran into the room, looking a little flustered.
"I gotta talk to you two!" Sam gasped, when he could breath.
"Yeah, so do we."
"So what's up?" Harry asked, leading Sam to the bed to sit on, ignoring Dean who rolled his eyes.
"Meg is the one summoning the demon." Sam told then eventually, making both Dean and Harry look grim.
"So, hot little Meg is summoning the Daeva?"
"Looks like she was using the black altar to control the thing." Sam told them. Harry sat down on the bed next to Sam and Dean moved to the other bed in the room.
"So, Sammy's got a thing for the bad girl. And what's the deal with that bowl again?" Dean asked quickly when both Sam and Harry glared at him.
"She was talking into it. The way witches used to scry into crystal balls or animal entrails. She was communicating with someone."
"With who? With the Daeva?"
"No. You don't scry to communicate with Daevas." Harry told him with a shake of his head. He had a very bad feeling in his stomach as to who Meg was talking to.
"Someone was giving her orders. Someone who's comin' to that warehouse." Sam told Dean, backing Harry's information.
Dean sat in silence for a few minutes before glancing at the printed out files on the nearby table. Standing up, he walked over and started to look through them. "Holy crap."
"What?"
"What I was gonna tell you earlier – I pulled a favour with Amy, at the police department. The complete records of the two victims – we missed something the first time." Dean told him, passing the files over to Sam.
"What?"
"The first victim, the old man – he spent his whole like in Chicago, bet he wasn't born here. Look where he was born." Dean leant over Sam and pointed to a spot on the page Sam was looking at. Harry watched the two, nibbling on his lower lip.
"Lawrence, Kansas."
"Mmmhmm." Dean handed Sam the second file. "Meredith second victim – turns out she was adopted. And guess where she's from." Dean flipped through the pages in Sam's hands and pointed to where it said 'Lawrence, Kansas'
"Holy crap."
"Yeah."
"I mean, it is where the demon killed Mom. That's where everything started. So, you think Meg's tied up with the demon?" Sam said, looking at the files in his hands. Harry glanced at the files and then turned his attention back the book he was reading. He assumed it was John Winchesters journal thing, considering most of it was hand written.
"I think it's a definite possibility." Dean said with a nod.
"But I don't understand. What's the significance of Lawrence? And how do these Daeva things fit in?"
"Beats me. But I say we trash that black altar, grab Meg, and have ourselves a friendly little interrogation." Dean said, making Harry quickly look up from the book and glance at the two brothers.
"No, we can't. We shouldn't tip her off. We've gotta stake out that warehouse. We've gotta see who, or what, is showin' up to meet her."
"I'll tell you one thing. I don't think we should do this alone." Dean said, making Harry frown.
"Who else?"
"Dad."
"Ooh! John Winchester? I've never met him!"
"Er... Right." Sam said, inching away from Harry slightly.
--
Later, Dean had tried to ring John but only managed to get through to the voicemail machine, so he left a message on there whilst Sam and Harry looked through the weapons Sam had brought up from the car.
"Voicemail?" Sam asked, looking up from an axe he was testing.
"Yeah. Jesus, what'd you get?" Dean asked, looking at the bags Sam had brought up with him.
"Didn't Sam tell you? We're running off together." Harry said dryly, not looking up form the journal.
"Should you be reading that?" Dean asked, ignoring what he said.
"Why not? It's not like I'm in here. Why not, by the way? I should think I would have a whole chapter for myself."
"Anyway!" Sam said, before Dean could retort. "I ransacked that trunk. Holy water, every weapon that I could think of, exorcism rituals from about a half dozen religions. I'm not sure what to expect, so I guess we should just expect everything." Sam told him. Dean nodded and the brothers started to load their guns silently.
"Big night." Dean said, breaking the silence and making Sam and Harry look up from what they were doing.
"Yeah. You nervous?"
"No. Why, are you?" Dean asked him.
"No. No way. God, could you imagine if we actually found that damn thing? That demon?" Sam asked placing his gun down on the bed next to him.
"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, all right?" Dean said, much to Harry's relief, it mean he didn't have to say it.
"I know. I'm just sayin', what if we did? What if this whole thing was over tonight? Man, I'd sleep for a month. Go back to school – be a person again."
"You wanna go back to school?" Dean asked, glancing at Harry, who looked back at him.
"Yeah, once we're done huntin' the thing."
"Huh." Dean kept glancing at Harry, who was staying silent. This wasn't any of Harry's business.
"Why, is there somethin' wrong with that?" Sam asked with a frown, Harry glanced down at the journal quickly when Sam looked at him.
"No. No, it's uh, great. Good for you."
"I mean, what are you gonna do when it's all over?"
"It's never gonna be over. There's gonna be others There's always gonna be somethin' to hunt."
"But there's got to be somethin' you want to yourself."
"Yeah, I don't want you to leave the second this thing's over, Sam." Dean told him. He stood up and walked over to the dresser, not looking at either of the two left on the bed.
"Dude, what's your problem?" Sam asked in frustration. Harry stood up and moved to the table to sit on it with the journal. He didn't want to be in the firing line.
"Why do you think I drag you everywhere? Huh? I mean, why do you think I came and got you at Stanford in the first place?" Dean asked eventually, turning around and looking at Sam.
"'Cause Dad was in trouble. 'Cause you wanted to find the thing that killed Mom." Harry snorted at Sam's naivety and then quickly turned his attention back to the journal when both brothers glared at him.
"Yes, that, but it's more than that, man." Dean turned back to face the dresser and leant on it, "You and me and Dad – I mean, I want us... I want us to be together again. I want us to be a family again."
"Dean, we are a family. I'd do anything for you. But things will never be the way they were before."
"Could be." Dean said sadly, refusing to look at his brother. Harry looked up from the journal and at Sam, who was looking down, sadly.
"I don't want them to be. I'm not gonna live this life forever. Dean, when this is all over, you're gonna have to let me go my own way." Sam said softly, making both Harry and Dean flinch.
"Wow, talk about kicking him where it hurts. You can't walk away from this life, you do know that right?" Harry asked, looking at Sam with a small amount of sympathy in his eyes.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asked, making Dean turn around to look at Harry.
"You're involved in this world, you can't go back. You'd go crazy. Sitting in an office all day, every day? You would see something preternatural in every death that came along. Every missing person. Everything. Eventually, you would find Dean and go back to hunting." Harry told him bluntly, ignoring the glare he was receiving from both brothers. Though why Dean was glaring at him was anyone's guess. "So then, shall we be off?"
--
Harry didn't follow Sam and Dean into the warehouse, guns blazing, in the hopes of getting their guy. He knew who they were after. He had a vague idea of who or what Meg was. He stayed in the shadows of the elevator shaft and watched as Meg greeted a shocked Sam and Dean.
Harry narrowed his eyes when he saw the little slut eyed up his Sam! Harry watched in silence as the Daeva knocked both the brothers out, growling lowly, making the Daeva pause when it seemed it wanted to carry on injuring them. It stopped and Meg tied the brothers up to separate posts in the warehouse.
Harry watched in the shadows, in silence, praying his magic wouldn't listen to his anger and give him away. When Meg settled down to sit on the floor in front of the brothers, Harry decided to move.
He silently crawled onto the floor, moving nearer to the brothers, until he could hear them groan as they woke up. Sticking to the shadows, Harry moved around until he was close enough to see all three.
"Hey, Sam? Don't take this the wrong way, but your girlfriend... is a bitch." Dean said, making Harry's lips twitch.
"This, the whole thing, was a trap. Running into you at the bar, following you here, hearin' what you had to say it was all a set-up, wasn't it? And that the victims were from Lawrence?"
"It doesn't mean anything. It was just to draw you in, that's all."
"You killed those two people for nothin'"
"Baby, I've killed a lot more for a lot less." Meg said, grinning at a fuming Sam. Harry narrowed his eyes at the wench and then moved nearer.
"You trapped us. Good for you. It's Miller time. But why don't you kill us already?" Dean asked with a cheeky grin.
"Not very quick on the uptake are we? This isn't a trap for you." Meg told them, making Sam frown.
"Dad. It's a trap for Dad." Sam said softly.
"Oh sweetheart. You're dumber than you look. Even if dad was in town, which he's not, he wouldn't fall for a trap. He's too good for that." Dean said, shaking his head. Harry snuck out form one shadow into another as Dean carried on talking, distracting the demon-bitch-thing. He knew she would be able to see him. She wasn't entirely human, no matter what she wanted them to believe.
"He is good. Like your little friend in the shadows. So, figured the Daevas wouldn't be able to get you if you didn't leave a shadow?" Meg asked, Harry stepped out of the shadows and looked at Meg blankly. "Oh yes, I think I should just tie you up along with your little buddies."
"You can try. But your master will tell you it's not a good idea." Harry said, glaring at her. "Oh, and I swear to the Gods, you touch Sam in any way other than cruelty, and I will rip your soul right out of your body and have a good game of piñata with it. Seriously!"
"And what are you to think you could do that?" Meg asked, sneering at Harry and caressing Sam's face, who moved away from her hand.
"Well, you know that funky ass song, that Deany-boy likes, which just goes to show that there is no accounting for taste? No? It's called (Don't Fear) the Reaper. You should though. Oh you should definitely fear the Reaper. 'Cause you've pissed him off. And you little Daeva friend won't hurt me before you try. He's got better sense than to do that. Nothing with anything resembling a mortality will harm me." Harry said, bluffing somewhat, but hoping it was true. Judging by the look of fear of Meg's face it was working. "Though I don't suppose it will stop them from crossing me, as they all seem to be very keen on harming my charges. So Daevas. Hows about you make me a little happier with you?"
Harry looked around, ignoring the panicked questions coming from Meg. A shadowy creature appeared on the wall in front of him and seemed to look at him. Not that Harry could tell, being that it didn't actually have a distinguishable face. Harry nodded once and the shadow disappeared.
"Where did it go? What did you tell it?" Meg asked, looking around her. She screamed suddenly as she was dragged to the ground, her eyes wide with fear as she looked at a widely grinning Harry.
"I told you not to mess with me, and those thoughts in your head about little Sammy over there. Well they ain't very virtuous. So buh-bye." Harry said with a little wave.
"Who are you?"
"Ask your master about Death's favourite." Harry said, and with that Meg was dragged, kicking and screaming to the large window and thrown out of it. Harry turned to face the brothers and smiled widely. "See, I told you I would be useful eventually!"
"Yeah, yeah sure. Now untie me!" Dean said grumpily. Harry smiled even wider and knelt down to help untie Dean.
"Yeah, thank you for the help. And don't call me Sammy." Sam added, making Harry grin at him sheepishly.
"Hey, Sam?" Dean asked, making Harry and Sam glance over at him.
"Hm?"
"Next time you wanna get laid, find a girl that's not so buckets-o'-crazy, huh?" Dean asks with a grin before walking off out of the warehouse.
--
Later, they were walking back to their room in the motel, laden down with their bags full of weapons.
"Why didn't you just leave that stuff in the car?" Dean asked, leading them to their room.
"I said it before, and I'll say it again – better safe than sorry." Sam said as Dean unlocked the door. Harry glanced at the room suspiciously, they all walked in and saw a silhouette of a man standing by the window.
"Hey!" Dean said, making Harry groan mentally, Sam went and turned the lights on and the man turned around. Harry stared at the man, wondering why he felt like he knew him. "Dad?"
"Hey boys." John and Dean walked towards each other and shared a rather emotional hug, if you asked Harry. Sam stood next to Harry, watching sadly and making Harry wonder what was going on between the elder and youngest son. "Hi Sam."
"Hey, Dad." Sam said softly, placing the bag of weapons on the floor. Harry stepped up behind Sam and placed a hand on the small of his back.
"You know, your father's kind of hot." Harry said quietly from behind Sam.
"Why thank you. What are you? Why are you following my boys?" John asked, making Harry duck back around Sam, and glance around at John.
"Heh, hey Johnny-boy!" Harry said cheerfully, taking care to remember to avoid Dean, as he looked like he wanted to throttle him.
"What are you?"
"Well, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you can see me, being father to these two. And can I just say, the genes in your family are just perfect. I'm a Reaper. Don't worry though, I have no intention of harming either one of them past hitting Dean around the head when he's stupid." Harry added, getting another glare from Dean for his efforts. Sam chuckled and stepped out of the way when it seemed John was accepting of Harry.
"So I can gather when you saved them from the Bitch from hell." John Winchester said with a smile that made Harry blush. Suddenly John was flung across the room and Harry nibbled his lip nervously glancing around him. Harry turned to look at Sam, to see him getting dragged to the other side of the room. Harry quickly dived across the room and tacked Dean to the floor, making him grunt at the force and the Daeva to miss his shadow.
"How do we get rid of it?" Harry hissed, lying on top of Dean, pinning him to the ground.
"How did you get rid of it the last time?" Dean hissed back, wincing when he heard his father yell in pain.
"There's more than one. And um... it's looks like they realised I was bluffing." Harry admitted, flinching at Sam's yell.
"We need to get rid of the shadows then." Dean told him, making Harry look at him as though he was insane. How do you get rid of shadow?
"How do I do that? My magic doesn't listen to me much anymore!" Harry said, panic beginning to enter his mind when he glanced across to where Sam had been.
Had been being the operative word.
Suddenly the room was lit with a bright white light and Harry quickly shut his eyes, rolling off of Dean when he was nudged.
"Quick! We need to get out of here. Dad?" Sam's voice yelled out in the brightness.
"I'm in here." John's voice came from the kitchenette. Harry stood up quickly, dragging Dean with him, ignoring the grunt of pain the elder brother let out and dragging him to the door. Sam followed just as quickly, the bag on his shoulder and helping his father to walk.
When they got outside, they stood by the car, and Harry glanced at the Winchester's sadly. He knew what was going to come. He stepped away from the family, and walked to the Impala, giving them the privacy such a conversation would need.
He had no idea why he was still following the Winchester brothers around. Hank would willingly take him on as a permanent Reaper, he knew he would, but Harry didn't want to leave the two brothers alone. He felt that they would need him soon, though he wasn't sure why.
His lack of magic had never bothered him since dying until he met up with the brothers, but now he knew he really was helpless. He had nothing to contribute towards hunting. He was useless. He knew the only reason he was still with the brothers was because they were allowing it. It was just a matter of time before they got bored of him.
A/N – This is actually quite a short chapter for this fic. I did enjoy writing this though. Not much John to be fair, but well, they were being attacked, there's only so much obstinacy that Harry can fit in when being attacked! Heh. I thought I should put in here, that I will be doing each season as a separate fic. So this one won't be all too long. No clue when the next chapter will be out, please review and tell me what you think of this chapter!!