I completely intended to finish the next chapter today, but got distracted when a movie I've been waiting for released on amazon. Now...now I'm just being melancholic and don't want to write. Still, I figured I should hold to my intended schedule and release this chapter.

A few answers should be given...sort of. I don't intend to reveal everything at once. It's just not how I write so anyone expecting that will be sorely disappointed.

Episodes: 5.2 Good God Ya'll

Harry swallowed back bile. He felt like he was going to vomit the pain was so intense. He'd felt worse but this was certainly no picnic. He cracked his eyes slowly. Closing them again when the light made his dilated pupils contract angrily. He hissed in pain.

He groaned stretching out his legs. It felt like he'd been curled in a ball for an eternity. Slower this time he opened his eyes curious as to his location. His head was fuzzy and he couldn't quite remember. A forest lay as far as he could see to either side of him. He tilted his head confused. How the hell did he get in the middle of the forest? His leg brushed a rock and he glanced down. He was naked. Bloody hell he was naked in a forest.

He cringed as the panic set off a headache. He tried to apparate to his office but when he opened his eyes he found himself standing only a few feet from where he had been. He tried to summon clothes, nothing happened. He tried to create clothes, still nothing happened. Unsure of what to do he plopped down on the ground and took a deep breath.

"What the hell?"

Dean kept glancing at Sam out of the corner of his eye. He wasn't sure if his brother had noticed yet. Then again, he didn't particularly care if Sam did notice.

Dean was frustrated, with life, with the situation, but mostly he was frustrated with Sam. He slowed the Impala as they approached a narrow bridge, and then had to stop completely. He pushed his thoughts to the side to face the bigger issue at the moment. "This is the only road in or out of town." Dean frowned. He had checked the map earlier to be sure. He liked to know the lay of the land in case there was trouble.

Sam held up his cell phone. "No signal."

"Rufus was right." Dean said kicking a rock down the collapsed side of the bridge. "They've got this place locked down."

"Looks like we're hiking in."

"And the hits just keep coming." Dean said making his way to the back of the car to grab their weapons.

They made their way into the small town of River Pass quickly. They only stopped once when Sam had sworn he'd heard something, but having found no source they kept going. The place was a ghost town. Cars lay on their sides and hoods. A baby stroller sat in the middle of the street completely abandoned. Neither Sam nor Dean wanted to dwell on what might have happened to its occupant.

The sound of a gun cocking had both brothers stilling instantly. Dean whipped around leveling his shotgun and then he hesitated. "Ellen?"

"Hello boys." She said stepping closer and lowering her own weapon.

"Ellen, what the heck's going on here?" Dean asked and got a splash of holy water to the face for his trouble. He stood there stunned for a moment before spitting out the little that had gotten into his mouth. "We're us. Okay?"

She motioned for them to follow, not bothering to splash any holy water on Sam. Dean didn't fail to notice that little fact. He felt his irritation rise again.

She led them across the threshold of a church stopping just a few feet in to watch them cross over a salt line and devil's trap. Seeing that she seemed satisfied and pulled Dean into a hug. "I'm real glad to see you boys."

She leant back and slapped Dean drawing a hiss of surprise, and wide eyed amusement from Sam.

"The can of whoop ass I ought to open on you!" Sam immediately wiped the smile from his face, not eager to receive a slap of his own. "You can't pick up a phone? What are you allergic to giving me piece of mind? I got to find out you're alive from Rufus?"

"Sorry." Dean said looking like he was getting ready to dodge another slap if it came his way.

"Yeah you better be. You better put me on speed dial kid." She said turning away to lead them the rest of the way down into the church.

Sam and Dean shared a mutual look of awe. Women were scary sometimes in a way they'd never seen a man be.

"So what's going on?" Sam asked to break the silence.

"More than I can handle alone." Ellen answered honestly.

"How many demons are there?"

"Pretty much the whole town except the dead, and these guys."

Harry paused as he happened upon the outskirts of a town. He glanced down at himself and frowned. He couldn't exactly go gallivanting through the square with no clothing on so he walked just inside the tree coverage. He walked for upwards of fifteen minutes, earning himself even more small cuts than he'd had previously. Eventually he reached a house close enough to him that he felt it safe enough to run.

It turns out it wasn't at all necessary to have done so. There wasn't a soul around to see him there. He could have waltzed across the courthouse steps and he probably wouldn't have garnered so much as a raised eyebrow. No, the town was good and dead.

As soon as Harry realized he stopped in his tracks. He felt like he was walking, or rather running, into a trap. Still, clothing would help if he came across…undesirables. He didn't exactly feel like fighting commando. He wasn't Beowulf.

He approached the house a bit more cautiously now watching for signs of movement. He checked the back door and cursed lowly when he found it locked. The entire town was abandoned, but they'd taken the time to lock their doors before disappearing. Spectacular. He grabbed a pillow off of the porch swing and held it against the window next to the door. He slammed his elbow back into the pillow saving his arm from being shredded by the sharp glass. He reached in and flipped the lock so he could lift the window easily.

The house was decorated in a typical traditional American home setting. In fact it might have been altogether too normal for Harry's sanity if not for the blood spatters on the kitchen floor and entrance hall wall. Something serious had gone down here, but he was unsure what. He shrugged. Investigating weirdness was second in his book to finding a pair of pants so he made his way up the stairs careful not to trip and fall on the debris he found scattered there.

The first door he tried was a linen closet, the second a child's bedroom. The third was what he was looking for…mostly. Its red walls were a bit alarming on first entrance, but it was paint, not blood, to his surprise. He'd always hated red walls in bedrooms. He made his way over to the closet and set to picking through the clothes until he found a few pairs of jeans. He would've looked for something a bit more his style but he doubted he'd find his size and even the thought of wearing ill fitted slacks made him cringe.

The first pair was a bit tight, and the second a tinge too loose, but he'd take the loose ones over the tight any day. Besides, the smaller pair seemed to belong to a woman if the rest of the clothing on that side of the closet was anything to go by. Tugging on the jeans he searched for a shirt and grabbed the first unstained one he could find. It just happened to be a slightly wrinkled gray button down missing the top two buttons. His nose wrinkled a bit as he put it on. Didn't these people own any decent clothing?

He grabbed a belt off of the dresser and tightened it to make sure the pants weren't going to slide off if he had to do any sudden running. "Time to investigate I suppose." He said running his fingers through his hair. He pulled a twig out and flicked it away.

Outside the town was just as desolate as he'd thought it was on first inspection. Over turned cars littered the streets. He saw a woman's purse laying in the middle of the street completely upright as if she'd just set it there and wandered off to do better things. He wandered closer to where he saw shops. He ran his fingers over the bricks making up the wall and paused as they ran over smooth glass. 'Quick Mart' the sign hanging above his head read. With a shrug he went in. A card rack stood just to the side of the entrance and he bee lined for it. He grabbed the first card and flipped it upright. "River Pass, Colorado?" he said raising an eyebrow. How the hell was he in Colorado? The last he remembered he was…He put a hand to his head as a flashing light played through his mind. It was searing in its intensity, but through the sudden migraine he swore he heard something move. He whipped around and spotted the pool of blood moments before the large body was hurling itself at him.

He ducked, rolling to the side and jumping back up. He turned warily to his attacker and stopped. "Sam?"

Sam froze in front of him. He'd hit the drink coolers when he missed Harry and apparently struck his head. He turned warily at the sound of Harry's voice.

"Thought that was you." Harry said relaxing his stance a bit. "Haven't met anyone quite as tall as you before now."

"What are you doing here?" Sam asked and Harry's eyes flicked to the knife that was still held in a clearly offensive position.

"Sam?" Dean's voice rang through the store.

"Dean." Sam called back drawing the man's attention to them.

When Dean saw the second person he hustled over drawing his gun.

"Would you look at that?"Harry said trying to hide the twinge of pain his own voice sent through his head. "The complete Winchester set."

"Harry?" Dean said eyes watching the man warily. "What are you doing here? I thought you were dead."

Harry blinked. Why would the Winchesters think he was dead? Clearly the confusion showed on his face because some of the tension in Dean's shoulders fell. "Your guess is as good as mine." He said with a shrug. "I woke up in a clearing about three miles from here…you wouldn't have anything to do with that would you?"

Sam was shaking his head in confusion. Dean just seemed to be running through the story in his head looking for holes. There were quite a few Harry knew, but he wasn't lying. Sam looked to his brother waiting for his assessment. Harry didn't like that Sam seemed a little too keen to just stab him and get it over with.

Finally Dean lowered his gun. "Come on. We've got to get back to the group."

"Group?" Harry asked as the two hunters took lead. "No insult intended but I never counted you two as the 'group' type."

"We're not." Dean snapped. "There are people trapped in this town. We're trying to get them out."

"Whatever you say." Harry said holding up his hands.

The 'group' was apparently located in a church's underground basement. Harry felt like part of a snuff film as he followed the brothers down to the shelter. They only seemed to relax when he crossed successfully over a demon trap that had been drawn by the door. Harry shrugged, unsure what was causing the Winchesters to be even more paranoid than usual.

They reached a door and Harry stopped, head tilting to the side. Something felt off on the other side of that door but he couldn't place what. Dean knocked out a pattern and the door swung inward to allow them entrance. Dean motioned for Harry to follow but he hesitated. "We don't have all day." Dean said in irritation.

With a mental shrug Harry stepped into the room and surveyed the people inside.

"Who's this?" An older woman said coming up and stopping just in front of Harry, surveying him.

"Harry Potter, at your service." He said extending a hand and throwing off all in the room with his accent. "And you would be?"

"Ellen Harvelle." She replied shaking the hand and shooting the Winchesters a curious look. It was obvious Harry wasn't from around River Pass, and the name sounded familiar but she couldn't place where she'd heard it.

"A pleasure to finally meet you Mrs. Harvelle." Harry said with a grin. The woman may be getting on in years but she was still quite attractive in that 'scary mother' sort of way. "I've heard a great deal about your bar. It's a shame to hear it burnt down."

If she looked confused before she looked downright flabbergasted now.

"Now's not the time for flirting." A muscular young man said heading around them and toward the table where Sam and Dean were laying out their acquired weapons.

Harry grinned lecherously at Ellen before moving after the man.

"You know your way around a gun at all?" Dean asked the man who'd interrupted Ellen and Harry. The man proceeded to dismantle the gun with startling ease laying each piece out on the table in front of Dean. Harry whistled lowly. "Hm. Where'd you serve?"

"Fallujah. Two tours. Got back a little over a year ago. Takes one to know one. Where'd you serve?"

"Hell." Dean said blandly. Harry and Austin snorted though for different reasons.

"No, seriously."

Dean gave him a measuring look. "Seriously. Hell."

Austin blinked, but he shrugged unwilling to call Dean out.

Harry laughed as the man walked away. "Think it's wise to go telling people you were in hell when they think they're surrounded by demons?" He asked amusedly to Dean who tensed.

"How'd you know about the demons?"

"The place is covered with wards and devil's traps. How would I not have known?" Harry replied with a roll of his eyes.

Dean seemed satisfied with that for the moment and shrugged heading over to Sam. Harry plopped himself in a free chair and watched the small group go through their gun lessons.

"I'll be back." Ellen called out suddenly.

Harry turned his attention to her.

"Where are you going?" Dean asked turning from his conversation with Sam.

"I can't sit here on my ass. My daughter is out there somewhere. I'm not back in half an hour, get these people out of here."

"Wait." Sam called making his way over. "I'll go with you."

"Whoa, hold on." Dean said putting a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Harry watched them retreat back to their corner. He stood approaching Ellen. "If you don't mind the company I'll join you."

"No offense kid, but I don't need someone else dying on my watch." Ellen said harshly. It was obvious she was hoping her brash manner would make him unwilling to go.

He smirked. "Why Mrs. Harvelle, I'm offended. I'm more than capable of taking care of myself."

Ellen eyed him for a long minute. "You a hunter?"

"It's not my primary occupation, but I've been known to dabble." Harry said with a knowing smile. He was aware that he looked like he'd just lost a fight with a dirt patch. Maybe he should have taken a shower while he'd been in the house as well.

"You can come. But don't think-"

She stopped as they heard a thud from the Winchester's direction. Sam had shoved Dean back into the wall behind him. When they realized they were being watched Sam sent one last glare Dean's way before stalking in their direction. "Let's go." He muttered grabbing a gun.

"Is there a reason you're not wearing shoes?" Ellen asked having finally glanced down at the man's feet.

Harry shrugged not really caring to explain to the woman the trouble of even finding clothing that somewhat fit him in the abandoned town, let alone shoes.

The silence grew between the three and Harry with a short scoff broke away from the other two partially as he examined some of the cars looking for anything useful. He had to be mindful of the broken glass that lay around in sometimes quite random places.

Ellen waited until there was a sizable distance between Harry and her before she confronted Sam. "So what's up between you and Dean?"

Sam glanced over to her obviously a bit surprised by the sudden question.

"It's hard not to notice how different things are between you guys these days."

Sam didn't say anything and Ellen saw Harry draw closer, but she pressed on.

"A lot of bad road there huh? What happened? Some girl come between you?"

Sam's shoulders tensed for a second. "Just…stresses of the job. You know how it is. I'm kind of surprised. You and Jo hunting. I thought you said she couldn't hack the life."

"She can't." Ellen established. "But if she's gonna do it anyway…"

"You want to keep an eye on her." Sam said in understanding. Ellen nodded.

"You two even paying attention?" Harry asking jogging up beside them. He nodded in the distance where the two could just barely make out smoke rising above the tree line. "Looks like someone's throwing a bonfire party. Did you guys bring marshmallows?"

Ellen shot an annoyed glare in his direction. They moved around a house until they spotted the chimney the smoke was coming from. Ellen huffed spotting a demon in the window and pointing it out to the others. "Looks like we found base camp."

"Demons don't get cold." Sam said eyebrows drawing together. "Makes you wonder what they're burning."

"Babies." Harry answered with a dark chuckle.

The other two turned to him with expressions caught between disgust and horror.

Harry scrunched up his nose. "Oh come on. It was a joke. Lighten up."

Sam made to move around the corner, but Ellen was grabbed from behind and Harry was pushed hard enough to send him tumbling across the yard. He felt his head strike a rock.

Sam whirled around slamming his gun into the head of the man attacking him as Ellen was pinned to the wall. "Don't move you evil skank!"

Harry pushed himself off of the ground disoriented and seeing white. Something was seriously wrong with his head. Still, he forced himself to stumble over to where Sam and Ellen were struggling.

"Don't you hurt her, don't you-" Ellen said struggling with a petite blonde girl holding her pinned to the wall.

"Give me back my mom, you black eyed bitch!" the smaller blonde yelled and Harry stopped in his tracks blinking furiously. Their eyes were flickering, both of them. Black, and then back to normal, again and again.

Ellen shoved the younger girl off.

"Ellen! Run!" Sam yelled cocking his shotgun.

Ellen hesitated for a moment looking from Sam to Harry and then back.

"Go!" Harry agreed despite the effort used to make the sound nearly making him scream in pain. He was on his knees somehow when he looked up again and Sam was on the ground at the feet of an older man.
"Got you now, you bastard." The man said striking Sam in the face with the butt of his gun.

Harry felt something hit his already sore head and he collapsed allowing the blissfulness of unconsciousness to take him.

Sam yanked at the bonds on his wrists for what felt like the umpteenth time. He shot another glance to other bound figure in the room. Harry had been making groaning noises and such apparently since before Sam had even woken up, but he hadn't roused from his sleep. He was just sitting there, head lolled to the side with blood seeping down onto the gray shirt he was wearing. He'd never looked more human to Sam than in that moment, and that scared Sam. Why did he have to choose now to be human like? And if he was human and Sam had dragged him into this mess…Just another layer of guilt, right?

The explosion that had rung through the air minutes before wasn't reassuring to Sam. He had to get out of here. He had to find Dean and tell him that War was trying to take down this town. He couldn't dwell on mistakes right now. That wouldn't help anyone.

The door burst open and Sam almost sighed with relief, but he had too much to say. "Dean! It's not demons! It's-"

"War." Dean finished with him. "I just can't figure out how he's doing it."

"The ring." Sam supplied as his wrist came free.

"The ring. Right, he twisted it just before he made everyone hallucinate and go hellbitch. Where's Ha…" Dean stopped as he spotted Harry tied down inside his own devil's trap. "Did Rufus do that?"

Sam shook his head. "I don't know what happened. He's been out of since I woke up."

Dean nodded moving to Harry's chair and repeating the process he'd done to Sam's. He lifted Harry in a fireman's hold. "We've gotta move. Come on."

They hustled down stairs where Jo was rushing about stopping people inside their base from shooting. Dean sat Harry down and leaned him against a wall.

Sam and Dean hustled out of the house making sure to stay out of sight of any of the still rampaging townspeople. It didn't take them long to get to the red mustang they'd noticed on their way into town. It took even less time for them to spot War strutting down the street towards them.

Dean pulled the demon killing knife and held it at the ready getting a nod from Sam. When War made a move to open the door of the car they jumped him. Sam held War's arms back while Dean brandished the knife threateningly.

"Whoa. Okay. That's a sweet little knife you've got there, but come on kids! You can't kill War." War said laughing a bit.

"Oh. We know." Dean said grabbing War's hand and slicing. War let out a startled cry as the knife removed his ring finger and with it, the ring. Suddenly the man, the finger, and the car were gone, leaving only the golden ring sitting innocently on the ground.

All of them could feel it when the hallucinations stopped. It was like a veil being lifted. Suddenly Rufus and Jo didn't need to run around reminding people not shoot anyone and they were thankful for it. They met back in the front hall and Jo grimaced as she saw the small man leaned against a wall, still unmoving.

She kneeled beside him checking his pulse. "What do you thinks wrong with him?" she said worried. "He should have woken up by now."

Rufus shrugged, eying the man with distaste. It was in his nature to distrust those he didn't know and let it not be said that Rufus was a man that didn't follow his nature. Jo glanced up as shuffling feet signified a new arrival. Dean stood in the doorway frowning, his eyes rested on the man against the wall. "It's done?" she asked.

Dean nodded stepping inside. "Yeah."

"Where's Sam?"

"On his way back to the car. He's going to call the police so I recommend you guys get out of here soon."

Jo followed Dean's gaze which hadn't left the man. "You know him?" she said surprised.

"You could say that." Dean said kneeling next to him. He shifted the slighter man forward and then over his shoulder.

"Where are you taking him?" She asked confused. "Wouldn't it make more sense to just leave him here for the paramedics?"

Dean shrugged offering her one of his winning smiles. "Something tells me he wouldn't appreciate that." Dean answered as honestly as he could. "Take care Jo, Rufus."

Sam and Dean sat in heavy silence at the truck stop. Dean crumbled his sandwich wrapper. "So, pit stop at Mount Doom?" Dean joked trying to lighten the tension.

Sam was silent a beat too long. "Dean."

"Can we not?" Dean said angrily tossing the paper into a trashcan.

"No, listen." Sam interrupted before Dean could go on a rant about not having girly moments. "I know you don't trust me."

Dean didn't meet his eyes and that was all the answer Sam needed to know he was right.

"It's just…I don't trust me now either Dean." Sam said staring at his hands. "From the minute I saw that blood, it's been the only thought in my head...and I tell myself it's for the right reasons, my intentions are good, and it, it feels true, you know? But I think, underneath...I just miss the feeling. I know how messed up that sounds, which means I know how messed up I am. Thing is, the problem's not the demon blood, not really. I mean, I, what I did, I can't blame the blood or Ruby or...anything. The problem's me. How far I'll go. How far I almost went. There's something in me that...scares the hell out of me, Dean. In the last couple of days, I caught another glimpse..."

"So…what are you saying?" Dean asked trying to catch Sam's eye.

"I'm in no shape to be hunting. I need to step back. I'm dangerous Dean. I nearly got a lot of people killed. Hell Dean, I thought I got him killed." He motioned towards the back seat where Harry's prone body lay. They'd taken a pit stop but they were on their way to Bobby's to see if they could figure out what was wrong with the man.

"Well, I think you're right." Dean agreed.

"I was expecting a fight." Sam said a bit startled.

"The truth is I spend more time worrying about you than I do about doing the job. And I just can't afford that. Not now…you know?"

Sam nodded though he seemed a bit heartbroken that Dean wasn't saying anything to contradict him, to keep him there. He knew he didn't deserve kind words after all he'd done, but he couldn't help but want them, even if they would have made the situation worse.

"I'm sorry Dean."

"I know you are Sam." Dean said with a sigh.

Sam stood and Dean looked up.

"Do you…uh well…do you want to take the Impala?" It was an offer of redemption of sorts, and a sign that some part of Dean still trusted Sam. After all, the Impala was Dean's baby, and the man in the back seat had a destination. But it was a tether that Sam didn't want at that moment.

"It's okay." Sam said with a shake of his head. He took a few steps and then looked back at Dean. "Take care of yourself."

"Yeah…you too Sammy."

Dean watched Sam as he hitched a ride from a truck driver who was leaving. He kept his eyes on the truck until it was down the road and gone. Guilt gnawed at his stomach, but relief as well.

Harry groaned. White light far too bright to be natural danced before his eyes and his head felt like it was splitting open. He squeezed his eyes tighter, but he felt something pulling at his eyelids trying to open them, and that certainly didn't feel right. He opened his eyes way too fast and everything in the room blurred, but he wasn't in a room and he could still feel someone trying to peel back his eyelids like you would to an unconscious person even though his eyes were open. It was disorienting.

In a flash he found himself in an old hotel room and the light dimmed dramatically. He blinked trying to adjust his eyes to the sudden shift. "Where the fuck am I?" He groused.

"A hotel room." Harry whipped around at the semi familiar voice. Red hair, pouty lips, ivory skin. But he hadn't seen her in forever.

"Ginny." He said distantly. He'd long since filed away his emotions for her.

"You shouldn't be so angry all the time." She said in that way that Harry was all too familiar with.

"You shouldn't be messing around in my head." He was well aware that it was beneficial to take the form of someone your victim was attached to. "Who are you?"

The fake Ginny sat up in bed and smiled sweetly. "Don't you recognize me?"

"I recognize the form, but I know you're not her. Who are you?"

The smile stayed although it turned a little more bitter. "Lucifer."

Harry tried not to show his panic. "Had a feeling I'd be seeing you some day." Harry said with a frown.

Lucifer/Ginny stood and walked over to him tapping him on the forehead. Pain flooded through him and he collapsed to the floor gasping. Memories flooded back into him. He blinked. Why had they been gone in the first place?

"I was being nice." Lucifer said from where he…she…it had taken residence on the bed again. "Your body would've died a few more times than it already had if I hadn't taken those memories for a short while. You should thank me."

"Thank you?" Harry spat. "I don't know if you noticed, but I would've come back to life anyway, and you're the one who kept me pinned there in the first place if my guess is right. I hardly owe you gratitude for making it 'easier'."

Lucifer frowned. "They told me you were ungrateful. I chose to ignore them. They're so rarely right about things."

"Who?"

"The other angels. My brothers and sisters." Lucifer said raising a hand as if it explained everything. "They told me you were spiteful, that you were weak. I figured they were simply annoyed that they couldn't delete you like a program error. And that's what you are Harry. A glitch in the system. A remnant of a deleted history that was never meant to be."

Harry scowled. "Thanks for the reminder." Harry said turning away, but Lucifer was right there when he turned placing a finger against his chin.

"They erased your entire race Harry. They killed your friends and they ripped you from your life. Don't you want revenge?"

Harry slapped the finger away, his anger overtaking his trepidation. "You seem to forget you're one of them!"

Lucifer pouted and on Ginny's face it was almost cute. "I'm wounded. I can't believe you still think of me as one of them. No one else does." Lucifer paused. "They think I'm more demon than angel now. More destruction than creation."

"More evil than good." Harry said eyes half glazed at the thought.

"Exactly." Lucifer said shaking a finger knowingly. "You and I Harry, we're a lot alike. Both of us cast from our homes, scorned by our peers and just for doing what they told us to do. You should join me Harry."

Harry felt an actual growl rip through his throat. "Like hell."

"Oh, no, you see. That threat loses its weight when the person you're throwing it at runs hell."

When Harry still glared with no chance of any answer coming forth Lucifer sighed.

"I can't expect an answer today. I understand. Think about it though." Lucifer said and then Harry was back in his head alone. And a splitting headache was what greeted him.

Dean arrived at Bobby's late that night. As he pulled closer to the house he saw the lights flick on one by one. He'd called Bobby beforehand to let him know the situation, but he wasn't sure what the older hunter could do.

They laid Harry out on a cot in the living room and Bobby went back to flipping through books relentlessly. Dean called all the contacts Bobby had looking for answers but the ones that answered seemed to know next to nothing. Even the doctors he'd talked to weren't particularly helpful. They were all convinced Harry was in a coma, but that didn't make sense with the groaning the guy was doing. It was like he was being kept just below the realms of consciousness by something. Dean felt his mind drawn back to the dream root incident with Bobby but he dismissed it. Bobby hadn't acted like this while he'd been under.

"Anything?" Dean asked slamming down his phone.

"Not a damned thing." Bobby said flipping another book closed. "It's looking more and more like we're gonna have to bring him to a hospital."

Dean stared at Harry for second before shaking his head.

"We're not equipped to deal with this." Bobby reasoned, his voice gruff. "We're not doctors Dean."

"I know." Dean said rubbing his face. "I know that, it's just…something's telling me we shouldn't bring him to a hospital because he wouldn't appreciate it."

"What's got you so ready to help the guy anyway? Last I checked you thought he was some supernatural monster who'd be better off dead."

"Nothing…it's just…" Dean looked ages older in that moment, as he often did lately at choice moments. Bobby swore he'd seen younger looking men in their eighties. "He was there Bobby."

"There?"

"At the convent, when Sam…" Dean trailed off not really wanting to bring up his brother's faults again. They were still too recent, too fresh in his mind.

"What the hell was he doing there?" Bobby said suddenly defensive and glaring daggers at Harry from his wheelchair.

"That's just it Bobby. He tried to stop him, to stop Sam."

"Well why didn't he?"

"I don't think anyone could have Bobby. He tried though."

"And what, the moment Sam popped the devil's box he disappeared into thin air?"

Dean shook his head. "No…he…he stopped me. I went to get him up and he told me to stop Bobby. I didn't get it until I saw him trapped in the circle. He couldn't get out Bobby. I don't know why but he couldn't. I thought he was dead. I thought someone else died protecting us…again."

Bobby couldn't say a damned thing to that. Harry hadn't struck him as the self sacrificing type.

"Hello Dean."

Dean suppressed the jump as best he could before turning a glare on Castiel. "Hell, Cas, can't you knock like everyone else?"

Castiel looked unperturbed by the reprimand instead turning his attention to Harry. "Why is he here?"

"He showed up on our last hunt and got hurt. I couldn't just leave him there."

Castiel glanced around again. "Where's Sam?"

"We're taking separate vacations." Dean bit out. "Did you find God yet? Better yet can I have my damn necklace back yet?"

"No, I haven't found him. That's why I'm here. I need your help."

"With what? Your 'God' hunt? Not interested."

"Not God. Someone else."

"Who?" Bobby spoke up.

"The archangel who killed me."

"Why the hell would you want to find him?"

"For in-"

A partially muffled yell cut Castiel off. Dean shared a short look with Bobby before rushing over. Harry was arching off the couch every muscle seeming to contract at once. "What the hell's wrong with him?" Dean asked trying to flatten the rather thin body back down onto the couch so he wouldn't fall, hit his head, and make this whole situation even worse than it already was.

"He looks like he's having seizures." Bobby said over the garbled sounds coming from Harry. "How hard did you say they hit him again?"

"They're not normal seizures." Castiel's calm voice seemed out of place.

"What does that mean?" Dean said harshly. He hated Castiel's cryptic wording sometimes…okay most of the time.

Castiel tapped Harry's forehead and the man slumped back down to the couch. Dean let out a relieved sigh. "He's trapped in a dreamscape."

Dean blinked. "Like the dream root." He said sharing a look with Bobby who had paled a bit at the reminder of his dream root experience.

Castiel was watching Harry like a scientist watched a rat trapped in a maze. It was disconcerting to say the least.

Bobby grabbed the small flashlight he'd been using earlier and rolled up next to Harry opening one eyelid to check the man's pupils.

"Sweet Merlin!" Harry exclaimed swatting away the light in his eye.

"You awake now kid?" Bobby asked leaning back.

Harry gripped his head and let out a moan.

"I would say he is awake." Castiel supplied none too helpfully though it was obvious he thought he was revealing new information.

"Thanks genius." Bobby said rolling back and towards his desk.

"I feel like I was hit by a steamroller." Harry said with a gravelly voice.

"You took a pretty good hit to the back of the head if what Ellen told me is true." Dean supplied from his corner.

Harry cracked one eye open and surveyed the room. "Ah, we're back at the trash heap again." He said with a wince. "Spectacular."

"I'd stop complainin' if I were you." Bobby said with a scowl.

"Well, you're not." Harry supplied laying an arm across his eyes. "And complaining is one of my favorite pastimes."

Castiel stepped away from Harry frowning. "Something is wrong with your head."

"Thanks for the news flash Cas." Dean grumbled.

"I'm not talking about the concussion or the dreamscape." Castiel supplied seemingly having understood Dean's sarcasm for once.

"Yes, well. I suppose I have your arsehole of an older brother to thank for that don't I?" Harry said and they could hear the barely there edge to his voice that suggested he was moments away from drifting off again.

"My brother?" Castiel said unsure what Harry meant. He had many older brothers.

"Lucifer. Guy's a….real prick." And then he was gone. His head lolled back against the pillow behind him and he fell into a more restful sleep.

Dean glanced nervously at Harry then at Castiel.

"Don't worry. He's just sleeping now." Castiel supplied.

"What did he mean by Lucifer?" Bobby asked suspiciously. "The kid's not playing meat suit to the devil is he?"

Castiel shook his head. "If Lucifer were using him as vessel Harry wouldn't survive for more than a few days."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"His magic would fight the possession. It would destroy the vessel. We would already be able to see signs of it."

Dean's eyes widened. "Whoa."

Castiel turned to Dean. "Will you help me find Raphael?"

"Give me one good reason I should."

"You are Micheal's vessel. No angel would dare harm you."

"Oh so I'm your bullet shield."

"I need your help because you are the only one who can help me."

Dean stopped, thinking about that. "Alright. Fine. Where is he?"

"Maine. Let's go."

Bobby shook his head as the two disappeared leaving him with an unconscious Harry. "Great." He muttered wheeling his way to the kitchen. He was hungry and he had a feeling that Harry could do with something too once he woke.

Five chapters in, six if you count the prologue. I've got to say It's fun to write, and I've got a million ideas bouncing around about where this could go.

For those of a bit put out by Harry's less than large effect on the plot, don't worry. We'll get to a point where events start to change from canon, but that requires a lot of input on Harry's part and he's not really the person to jump in without reason. Well, not now anyway. We're not talking canon HPverse where he'd try to save an orphan from a toothache.

It'll all come together. Give it time. On the brighter side events should stop jumping around as often now that we've hit this season.

Well, I've run out of useful things to say so let me endorse a movie, watch The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Freaking movie had me in tears. That's all for now. 'Til next time!

~Kanathia