H.P.O.V.
By the time we touched down, I was anxious to get off – Malfoy was totally out cold. To be fair, it was a long flight and I had taken a few power naps myself, but it seemed that he'd slept all the way through. I nudged his shoulder until he growled, "Move me again and I will kill you." That only spurred me to laugh, "Come on, we're on the ground." Grumbling, he sat up and grabbed his bag, shoving his weird pillow in it. The thing wasn't a normal pillow, it was more like a mini bean bag.
Malfoy scowled as we crammed ourselves into the aisle joining the line off the plane. A too perky flight attendant with a fake smile and under eye bags wished us a safe trip before pretty much shoving us out into the hot terminal. It was sticky and humid but I smiled; I was home. Malfoy looked at me like I was insane, "What the bloody hell are you smiling about?"
"I'm happy to be home." He rolled his silver eyes and started cuffing up the sleeves of his dress shirt.
"Come on, I want you to meet Darling."
"Who's Darling?" He arched one eyebrow at me, "Well, you won't know until you meet her will you?" I tugged on his shoulder bag, trying to him to go faster.
"Her? Potter have you got a girlfriend down here?" He cried, like it was some sort of scandal.
"No, just…come on!"
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"Darling…is a truck." Malfoy said slowly. Meanwhile I lovingly stroked Darling deep blue hood.
"Yup, my gorgeous truck. I found her at Bobby's car lot, fixed her up, got a custom paint job, and put wizard space in the bed." I was pretty sure I heard him gag at my tone, but I couldn't care less. This is my truck, my Darling. One last pat to her hood, I grabbed the time ticket from the window and hop in her cab. Malfoy followed. Taking my wand, I altered the time code on the ticket, making it seem that Darling had only been here fifteen minutes instead of two weeks. Malfoy gaped, "What are you doing?"
"I only have like thirty American dollars in my pocket. If I had left it the way it was, we'd be trying to find a way to come up with three-hundred or more." I shrug and dig for Darling's keys in my backpack and start her up. Her familiar rumble made me sigh and smile like some big dope.
"How old is this thing?!"
"Alright, first off: Darling is not a thing, she's a her; and second: you never ask a lady's age." Jeez, for a rich kid, you'd think he'd have manners.
"Seriously?" He gave me a dead look.
"Completely. If you must know though, she was made sometime in the sixties or fifties."
"You mean to tell me this th- 'she' is as old as Severus?"
"About."
"What are you doing driving around a thirty year old truck?" Gah, he asked lot of questions didn't he? So opting to ignore him for a bit, I just drove out the gate and paid the fifteen dollar fee. As if he sensed that I was done talking Malfoy was quiet for the rest of the two hour drive.
It was strange, riding with Malfoy. He kept himself pressed to the door, like he was afraid to relax in the bench seat. I almost wanted to laugh at him but figured that he would only scowl and ask more questions if I did. I still hadn't thought of anything to tell the family. Yes that is what they were. They'd become closer to me in seven months than the Weasley's ever had. Now I was bringing my school-enemy-turned-kinda-sorta-friend home to meet them. Why? Though I was sure Ellen and Sam would be the only ones to ask questions, but I still needed something to tell them. On top of that, Ellen would sure as shit know the Malfoy name, so lying to her was out of the question. The truth was I was running from some bitch ass ghost and barreled into the first unlocked door I could. Who knew that this prat would be behind the door? Hermione would be proud though: Malfoy and I being civil towards each other. That's all one could ask of us. As far as I knew, he still wanted nothing to do with me. Which now that I think about it, isn't even true. If he wanted to meet my family than he must have moved on from our school days.
From the corner of my eye, I watch Malfoy's pale hand reach out and snap on the radio, Johnny Cash's Get Rhythm filling the cab. I smile and start singing along. I look at Malfoy quickly and saw confusion all over his face,"What? Never heard this song have you Malfoy?"
He shook his head, still looking at the radio, "Never. What is it?"
"Get Rhythm from the great Johnny Cash." I bob my head and continue singing to myself.
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"Well well, look who showed up!" Dean shouted out Bobby's door. He dropped down the steps and jogged over, Jo hot on his heels.
I stepped out from Darling and gave my brother a hug before Jo wheedled her way in between us, "You wouldn't forget me now would ya?" I planted a kiss to her wheat blond hair, "Course not Jo." Malfoy walked around the back of Darling awkwardly and Jo spotted him first.
"Who's that hot piece of ass? You finally bringing home one of your boyfriends?" She grinned as I flush.
"He's not my boyfriend!" I whip my head over my shoulder when I heard Malfoy snicker, "Shut up prat!"
"Yes 'dear,'" He, Dean, and Jo laughed while I steamed.
"Come on kids, get in here. Dinner is ready." Ellen called from the porch. She looked the same as always: brown hair around tanned shoulders, friendly smile and bright eyes. Piss her off, and you'll find a double barreled shot gun shoved up your ass. Dean and Jo went past her into the house, probably to set the table.
"Hey Ellen," I give her a hug. The mother I never had. Mrs. Weasley is great, but with seven kids of her own, there was little for me, and I'd never really fit in. Ellen brushed a hand over my scar and down my cheek, "Welcome home boy. Now you have some introductions to make." She pointed to Malfoy.
"Ellen, this is Draco Malfoy," He eyes widened slightly and darted between us, "Malfoy, this is Ellen Harvelle." His eyes also got big. I figured he'd know the name. Her family was the oldest pureblood line in the Midwest.
"Ms. Harvelle-"
"Don't you dare, it's Ellen." She stuck her hand out which Malfoy shook, "Draco then." She nodded and waved him in the house; I stayed behind.
"So how's Sammy?"
"Okay for now. He's asleep at the moment, but his fever starting rising last night." I bit my lip, "I brought some stuff to bring it down."
"Good," Ellen lowered her voice, "How much does he know?" I knew what she meant.
"None, and it's staying that way."
She nodded, "Alright then. Now get your ass inside and get ready to dig in."
Inside, Malfoy was being teased relentlessly by Jo and Dean, Bobby sipping a beer over some dusty tome. Ellen bent at the waist to whisper in his ear, retelling what I told her. I didn't miss her hnd brushing over his.
Dean was grinning down at Malfoy so I shove him aside, "You bullying my friend already?" I tease. He shook his head, "Nah, just getting to know him. Right Blondie?" Malfoy nodded, "Exactly, Princess." I snorted. He'd only been here five minutes and already knew Dean's nickname. Perfect.
"Have you let him meet Bobby yet? Or did you corner him like a dog first thing?" I shove Malfoy passed Dean, tossing a smirk his way.
"Hey Bobby, I brought a friend." Bobby stood and faced us, "Bout time you made it back, ya idjit. What did I say about staying away too long?" He gave me a clap on the back before staring down Malfoy. Oh I knew that look. He'd use that look on boys Jo brought by.
"O-kay Bobby, you don't have to do that."
"Do what?"
"Analyze him." I shook my head at the burly man, "Bobby, this is Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, Bobby Singer." The two shook hands and Malfoy winced, "Nice to meet you Mr. Singer." Bobby nodded and released his hand. Malfoy kept the smile until Bobby's back was turned. His jaw clenched before dropping open and he shook his hand out. I could barely keep down my chuckles and Jo looked our way with a smug grin.
A sharp call from Ellen had us filing for the kitchen for dinner. Bobby and Ellen each took an end seat and I sat Malfoy to Ellen's left, figuring it would be the safest place for him. Before I could sit next to him, Jo slid in the seat. I gave her the stink eye and walked around to sit across from him, when Dean snapped the seat, playing casual. Ellen smirked. She so knew what the two were doing. I sat with a huff to Bobby's left. Malfoy looked terrified, well behind the Malfoy mask. I nearly groaned; I had known him way to long.
"So," Bobby's voice rang out, "how was the trip back?"
"Good. Got the job done, had a hell of a time finding the rest stop though." The others at the table nodded, knowing what I meant. I almost couldn't find the bones. Damn ghost, wouldn't stay in one spot long enough for me to torch the bastard. Then Malfoy opened his mouth,
"Got himself shot up too."
"Shot? How did you get shot?" Ellen cried, knife and fork mid cut on her plate.
"I was going to stop at Draco's for something," the potions, "when some guy," a.k.a another hunter, "started shooting at shit. I was just side damage." A.k.a guy saved my life, but I got clipped on accident. Ellen demanded to look at the damage after dinner when I assured her that Draco had done a great job of patching me up. Which brought the conversation to Malfoy, who was just trying to fly under the radar.
"Draco, you know how to patch people up then?" Jo practically purred his name and he straighten up.
"Yes. Next year I plan to start schooling for becoming a technical Healer. I was granted an apprentice license a couple of months ago."
"He also brews great potions." I pipe. No one else in this house could. Malfy nodded his thanks slightly, enough for me to see, "Speaking of, I brewed some pneumonia draughts for Sam." Everyone at the table sighed in relief; Sammy was our baby after all. The dinner continued on silently until Malfoy squeaked. Dean rose an eyebrow in question, smirk bold on his face. When Ellen asked what was wrong, Malfoy just shook his head and replied 'nothing.' Dean's shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. A quick peek beneath the table revealed that both Dean and Jo were playing footsies with him, while Ellen pretended not to notice. It was definitely funny, don't get me wrong, but the double teaming seemed unfair.
Malfoy gasped quietly and his toes curled – apparently he was ticklish on his thighs as Jo had run a hand over one. Another minute of what was surely torture for him passed when a faint cry from upstairs sounded. Dean was the first one up, Malfoy and I following after quickly.
Sammy was tucked up in my bed, covered up to his neck in blankets. He was sweating harshly and looked absolutely horrid. Malfoy pushed passed Dean and kneeled next to the bed, "How long has he been this way?" He asked quietly, observing Sam.
"A couple of days," Dean answered.
"Any idea how it happened?"
"Crappy hotel room with a water leaked and no heat." Malfoy nodded and checked Sam's forehead with the back of his hand, almost snatching it back immediately, "Harry, go get my bag," He didn't even look at me as he pulled his wand out, conjuring a wet rag and spelling it cool then placing it on Sam's head. I nodded and ran down to get the bag. By the time I came back, the blankets had been pulled off Sammy and a fan was blowing on him. Malfoy reached for the bag which I handed over easily. Dean stood in the corner quiet, apparently trusting him enough to let him work.
Draco tipped Sam's head back and told him to drink as he poured the potion in his mouth. I'm sure the potion tasted liked crap because Sam cringed but did as told, finishing the vial quickly. Sam's breath came easier, no longer panting and he closed his eyes falling back asleep.
Dean choked on his words, "Is he good? Will he be alright?"
"He'll be fine Princess," Draco patted Dean's shoulder with smile, "Two or three more doses throughout the night and he'll be right as rain." Dean exhaled in relief and nodded, "Thanks Blondie."
"Actually," I smirk and Draco squinted at me, "It's Ice Prince."
"You prat!" Draco hissed while Dean laughed, "Ice Prince?"
"Not a word," He stuck a finger in Dean's chest. I shook my head and lead them out of the room, the two bickering over nicknames behind me.
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Movie night found Draco crammed between me and Dean, Jo on my other side. Since the four of us claimed the couch, Bobby sat in his chair, Ellen perched on the arm rest, legs swung over Bobby's lap. In honor of the guest, Draco got to pick the movie, which brought up some questions.
"Hey this movie is great!" Draco called in its defense, The Last Unicorn cradled in his hands.
"Yeah but its old!" Dean whined.
"Hey," Bobby cuffed him upside the head, "What's wrong with old?" Bobby kept one hand on Ellen's leg so that she wouldn't take a dive off the side. Draco nodded, "Yeah Princess, what's wrong with old?" Dean huffed, "Just play the damn movie, Ice Prince."
Draco actually growled but played the movie. Jo and I were besides ourselves laughing at the exchange.
Sometime around the unicorn being kidnapped by the creepy lady, Draco wrestled off the couch to go give Sam his next dose. I say wrestled because Dean was laying half on his lap. Once Draco was gone I shoved his shoulder, "What's up with you?"
"Whatcha mean?"
"You! Messing with Draco all night."
"I haven't been."
"Bull. Footsies, laying on him, the nicknames? If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting with him." Ellen shushed me so I scooted closer to whisper. Dean sighed and looked away, thinking of what to say. Finally he turned back, "The gut looks like his life sucked. I mean, he fought in a war; with you. I saw that passive mask fall earlier. At least now he looks human again." At my stunned silence he kept going, "He just looks like he needs a family." Dean backed off so I slide back to my seat. Just in time as Draco sat back down, Dean draping over his legs once more.
The movie continued. It really was pretty good, with good music and enough mystery to keep me watching. Towards the end, when Amaltheia turned back into a unicorn and defeated the Red Bull, all of us were smiling happily – even Bobby. It was late when the movie finished and Draco swung up to give Sam another dose. I liked that the potion made Sam sleep, god knew the boy needed it.
"Well, he'll be up in the morning." Draco announced as he came down the stairs. The family cheered quietly and he mock bowed. I clap him on the shoulder and steer him outside. The back porch was simple: a grill and a rocking bench. I sit on the bench and pat the empty space beside me. Draco sat- as far as possible like he had in Darling.
"Welcome to the family."
"What do you mean?"
"Exactly as I said. You're one of us now. Well, aside from the family business that is." I shrug and look up at the moon, a few days from full.
"Do I get to join this family business?" It was an innocent enough question, but my gaze snapped to his, "No."
"Why not?" He puffed up like he had yesterday. Now I had tread carefully.
"Its…not really something you can do for a week and quite. You join; you're in it for life. I do not want that to happen to you." I say as sincerely as I can. Never for this world would I see him become a hunter. Not that he couldn't handle himself, which I knew he could, but the guy had seen enough death for several lifetimes.
Draco paused, thinking. "That true?" I nodded. Gah please don't insist.
"Then it's probably not for me."
I let out a discreet breath, "No I don't think it is. Besides, you don't even own jeans or plaid." That earned me a shove on the shoulder.
"The uniform I take it?"
"You know it." He screwed his face up which made me laugh. Soon enough he joined in.
Later, we shuffled into the house, seeing blankets and pillows on the pull out couch. Draco looked at it, "That must be for me then."
"Actually both of us. Dean and Sam are in my room and Ellen and Jo in the guest room." His face paled, but he kept it carefully schooled, "Oh."
"What never shared a bed before?" I start straightening out the blankets.
"No,"
"Really? Never?"
"Not once."
"You'll survive." I lay down on the bed, claiming one of the pillows. A minute passed. Another. Five.
"Draco get in the goddamned bed." He did so, I'm sure hugging the edge. Whatever, as long as he didn't sleep on the floor.
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I woke up warm. Like really warm. What the hell was that? I crack open one eye, only to see white. No, scratch that, not white – blond. That's when I realized that Draco was curled against me, head pillowed on my chest. It was great, until my brain actually woke up and started screaming. The chance to say something vanished when I heard a voice from the entry,
"G'morning Bobby. Coffee ready?" John Winchester asked as he walked in the house. I hurriedly pull Draco closer and lay back down. Maybe if he didn't look close enough, John wouldn't noticed that Draco wasn't a woman. I pull the covers over most of Draco just in time for John to come around the corner and sit in Bobby's chair.
I lay still and try to keep my breathing regular, feigning sleep. It worked.
"So," He whispered, or tried to. He must have been still drunk, "How's Sam?"
"Good. His fever broke last night. Should be good to go." Bobby replied. Draco started to stir right then. I clamped the hand that was over his waist over his mouth when his eyes opened. Thanks to my other arm around him, he didn't move much. I could see confusion then anger in the silver eyes. I shake my head slightly and breathed, "John's here, stay down – act asleep," in his ear. He understood and nodded carefully while sliding a leg in between mine, much like a woman would.
"So when did he pick that up?" John leered from the chair.
"Brought it back from England. Some fling he picked up." Bobby – thankfully – played along. Sam and Dean tromped down the stairs, Sam looking loads better than the night before.
"Hey Dad," Sam said giving him a quick hug, which John only allowed because he was only fifteen. "Can I hug Harry goodbye?"
"Yeah, make it quick." Sam came over to me and I pretended that I was still sleeping. He shook my shoulder and I 'woke up.'
"Hm? Oh hey kiddo. You leaving?" He nodded so I sat up carefully, making sure that blanket didn't slip off Draco, "Alright gimme hug; careful though, Draya's still sleeping." Sam gave me his hug and told him quietly to remember to grab the potion meant to keep away the sickness that was in Darling's cab. Nodding, he step back and I lay back down, bringing Draco back into my arms. For his part, he was still acting asleep and staying down. Sammy turned on his heel and walked…for two steps before tripping, taking the blanket with him to the floor. Draco didn't move and neither did I. John was glaring and I felt stupid for sleeping shirtless when I noticed Draco was shirtless as well. I knew exactly what it looked like to John.
I sat up and nudged Draco to do the same. I'd seen John angry, but never had it been directed at me before. John slammed his coffee cup on the short table and stood. Quick strides brought him next to Sam, who he hauled up by the scruff. I thought Dean would be on his ass, but the teen was silent in the corner. John pointed at Bobby and bellowed, "I will not have my kids under the roof of a fag supporter!"
While Bobby gaped, I felt Draco puff up beside me; oh shit. Here we go.
"First off," Draco said in an icy voice, "You either need to go back to school or spend more time on the streets because the correct term for 'fag' is a cigarette. Second, that 'fag supporter' takes care of your children when you get drunk and disappear for weeks on end!" He'd steadily gotten louder. At some point Ellen and Jo had come down stairs to see what was going on.
"Third, this 'fag' just saved your son's life!"
"How? You turn him gay so he'd be ammune? Does AIDS come with that free of charge?"
"Oh course not! I gave him correct antibiotics for pneumonia, not bloody useless cold syrup."
"You some kind of doctor?"
"Yes actually! Now listen here you ignorant, homophobic, bloody drunk of a useless sonofabitch, your sons will be staying here until further notice. You come anywhere near them, and I'll lay you out so fast, you'll feel it weeks later."
John got directly in Draco's face, "No faggot punk tells me what to do."
"I just did," He glared back, silver eyes cutting like a sword. Draco wasn't going to back down and I watched John look around for support. There was none, not for him. Reluctantly realizing he was out numbered, John backed off. Sparing only glances at his children, he left, slamming the door behind him.
Once the car was gone, the house erupted into cheers. Ellen gave Draco a big smacking kiss on the cheek, "My boy!" Sammy rushed to hug him while Dean clapped him on the back. I simply smiled and exchanged looks with Bobby. He didn't outright say it, but I could tell he was impressed at Draco's balls. I had to admit, I was too. He really was part of the family so quickly.