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Episodes: 5.6 I Believe the Children Are Our Future

Bobby certainly hadn't expected the cot in his living room to remain occupied by the unconscious semi stranger for nigh on three days without even a sign of waking. He had started thinking it might be a smart move to bring him to a hospital simply to make sure the guy didn't starve to death by the time there was even a semblance of responsiveness.

It had started with Harry flipping once every few hours like someone coming out of a deep sleep who was hesitant to wake. Then, a few times, Bobby had heard him muttering under his breath. Finally, at about ten in the morning the fourth day after Dean had shown up on Bobby's doorstep with the guy, Harry woke up.

Bobby had been in the middle of a phone call and had nearly dropped the phone in surprise when he saw Harry sit bolt upright without any preamble. He seemed a bit disoriented if the confusion on his face was any indicator.

"I'll call you back later. Yeah." Bobby hung up setting the phone on his desk. "So you're finally awake, huh? I was starting to wonder if you'd gone into a coma or something."

Harry gaze slid to him from where it had been resting on his own hand. "I'm a bit too tired to supply witty banter." He said groggily. "After a supply of coffee or scotch I'd be more than happy to quip to your heart's content."

"Who says I want you running your mouth kid?"

Harry made a scoffing sound in the back of his throat. "My sarcastic remarks are the life of the party." He snapped back taking a proffered glass from Bobby. He frowned when he noticed the contents were simply water, but downed it anyway. His throat was beyond dry. "How long have I been asleep?"

"According to Dean, about five days." Bobby said rolling toward a doorway to Harry's right. Through it Harry could see a dusty kitchen. "Get your ass in here if you want something to eat."

Harry scrunched up his nose at the thought of eating anything that came out of that kitchen. Still, his stomach felt like it was gnawing on itself so he pushed back his objections. He made to stand only to fall backwards a bit confused. "Bloody hell." He muttered trying again to push himself onto his shaking legs. He grit his teeth and forced himself to make it as far as the wall that separated the two rooms. "I'm afraid I might have to borrow your wheelchair."

Bobby glanced back at him with a disapproving frown. Harry ignored the look and made the rest of the journey sighing with relief as he plopped into one of the shaky wooden chairs.

When Bobby turned back to the table with a tray of food resting over the arm rests it was to a resigned considering look from Harry. "What?" Bobby huffed rolling the few feet forward that were needed to bring him to the table. He lifted the tray and deposited it halfway between himself and Harry.

Harry blinked as if only just realizing he'd been staring himself. He shook his head the tiniest bit sliding over the bowl of soup Bobby offered. "Just wondering why I'm here of all places. I mean, the last time we met you weren't exactly pro…me…" Harry finished somewhat lamely scooping up a spoonful of soup and feeling its warmth radiate through him.

Bobby shook his head. "Kid, we're living through the apocalypse. I figure as long as you're not trying to kill us we're not enemies. I've got weirder things to deal with than your magic."

Harry scoffed. "I'm not a kid Mr. Singer." Harry said petulantly. "I haven't been in eons."

"If you act like a snooty twenty year old idjit I'm gonna treat you like one."

Harry snorted, a small smile growing on his face behind his spoon. What could he say? The old hunter was growing on him.

He scowled mentally. He'd long since promised not to make bonds that extended further than business. People died too easily and he'd done his fair share of grieving over the years, plus some. "So where are my knights in shining armor?" Harry asked, his uncaring shell firmly back in place. "I'd have assumed Dean would have at least liked to have stayed to gloat."

Bobby looked hesitant to answer at first, and Harry could respect that. He rarely told others where he was going either. After a moment of obvious internal debate he let out a sigh. "Last I heard, he's on his way back from Ohio."

Harry blinked. "What was he doing in Ohio?"

Bobby shrugged. "It's not like I keep a log on him."

Harry leaned forward contemplatively. "And Sam?"

Bobby instantly tensed. "What about Sam?"

"Where is he?" Harry watched Bobby's back with confusion. Why was Sam a topic of dissension when Dean hadn't been?

"What's it to you?"

Harry shrugged. "Call it curiosity." He said with a yawn. "You wouldn't happen to have a phone I could borrow would you?"

Harry could see Bobby's shoulders relax the slightest bit when Harry dropped the topic of Sam. Something had happened, and Harry was curious what. Bobby flipped his hand haphazardly toward the wall where a roughed up phone hung on the wall.

"Fantastic." Harry said standing, a little less wobbly now that he'd eaten something.

Bobby watched him stumble his way back into the living room. Castiel's assurances that Harry wasn't being possessed by Lucifer rang through his head, but he didn't trust it completely, and according to the call he'd gotten from a distraught Sam just days ago Lucifer was trying to find him. It had sent up mental red flags when the guy had started asking about Sam. Though he supposed, in retrospect, Harry was probably just making small talk.

"He's awake." Dean said tossing his phone to the side.

"Who?" Sam asked finishing cleaning a gun and setting it aside to move to the next. They'd met up just a day ago. Sam was still surprised he'd gotten that call from Dean at all.

"Harry." Dean supplied grabbing one of the guns himself.

Sam's hand slipped. "You mean he's been asleep this whole time?"

"Since Colorado, yeah." Dean said nonchalantly.

"Well is he okay?"

"As far as Bobby can tell." Dean said with a shrug, but Sam knew his brother and he could see there was something on his mind.

"Are we heading back to Bobby's?"

Dean shook his head. "Bobby says the guy called someone to pick him up. We've got a case."

Sam let out a less than subtle sigh. "Are we going to talk about it Dean?"

Dean glanced up. "What?"

"Why you were so hell bent on helping him in the first place. First you were gung ho for killing him and now you're acting like he's been your best friend for years. It's confusing."

Dean felt something in him that wanted to strike out with vicious words. He wanted to tell Sam exactly why he'd been so damned adamant about getting Harry help and it had everything to do with Sam starting the damned apocalypse. He wanted to say that the Sammy he knew would have insisted Harry get help too, that some integral part of Sam must be different for him to have been so callous as to not even wonder what had happened to the man, but some rational part of his mind reasoned that it would only cause more tension between them and they were barely back on the road together as it was. "The guy needed help Sam. I thought you liked him anyway. What's with you getting so upset over it all of a sudden?"

Sam looked ready to retaliate before he took a deep breath and let it go. "Where's the case at?"

"Alliance, Nebraska?" Harry said holding the phone closer to his ear. "You're sure?"

"Yes I'm sure." The voice on the other end replied sounding offended that he'd doubted her.

Harry frowned. "There hasn't been news of one in nearly a century and now one pops up. Why?"

An irritated huff greeted his question. "I may be an information broker, but I don't know everything."

"If I'm paying you for the information you'd better know everything." Harry snapped.

The phone line buzzed letting him know the irritating woman had hung up on him. He rolled his eyes flipping his spare cell phone shut and setting it down on the dashboard of his Camaro. He glanced out of the window and spotted his assistant Glenda in the gas station buying soda and some snacks. He could tell she'd been bursting with questions since she picked him up, but she kept it all wrapped up behind her business demeanor. She may have been his assistant for nearly three years now, but she was the type to put work first and she didn't want to risk her career by overstepping some invisible boundary. So she'd come to get him in South Dakota even though their workplace was in Wyoming and she'd had to drive two days to get there.

He smiled as she got back in the car holding out a fountain drink to him. He took it with a smile. He would have much preferred scotch, or any alcohol for that matter, but he knew it made most people nervous when he drank hard liquor while driving.

"Did you want me to drop you off at your house or at the office?" Harry asked slipping his sunshades back on.

"The office is fine." She said biting her lip.

Harry grinned as he sped down the road trying to keep his foot from growing too heavy on the pedal for Glenda's sake.

"Are you…" she started but seemed to trail off as if unsure if the question would upset him.

"You don't need to be so tense." Harry shot her a glance. "I'm not going to fire you for asking me a question."

She seemed to visibly relax at the statement. "Are you going to be back at work on Monday?"

Harry laughed. "The Sandover Company hassling you for an appointment again?"

She smiled slightly apologetically and he knew he'd hit the mark.

"Tell them they can come in Tuesday at three." Harry said thinking. "I don't have anything planned for then right?"

She shook her head. The woman had the most amazing memory. She was like a walking timetable.

"I owe you an apology and a thank you." Harry said with a sigh.

Her eyes widened comically. Harry had barely caught the incredulous look from the corner of his eye. "F-for what?"

"Well, I made you drive to South Dakota to pick me up after going missing for God only knows how long for starters." He said rubbing the back of his head. "You know I'd give you a promotion if I didn't care about losing the best secretary I've ever had."

He could see the sentence register in her head. There was a small bit of disappointment but mostly pride and that was what Harry had wanted to see.

"I suppose I'll have to settle for making you a really well paid secretary." Harry said with a remorseful sigh that was purely for theatrics. "And I believe this is your stop."

He swung the car around so that her door was facing the sidewalk in front of the building.

"We'll discuss your raise later." He said with a smile as she got out and shut the door. He left her standing there looking a bit bewildered.

Harry parked the car outside of his house and sighed. Grabbing the soda Glenda had bought him and the pack of gummies he'd requested he made his way for the front door. Once inside he focused and when he opened his eyes again he was glad to find himself in his closet. "Magic's working again." He muttered.

He'd been worried about trying to apparate from Bobby's to his house so soon after waking up so he'd called for a ride, but the sooner he was back to full power the better. It was never a good thing to be at half capacity when the devil was on your trail, and the devil was quite literally on Harry's trail.

He grabbed a pair of slacks, a button up, and a jacket and exited into his bedroom. It would be nice to wear his own clothes again. He picked at the T-shirt Bobby had lent him and grimaced. It reminded him far too much of those days long ago that he'd rather forget when he'd worn his cousin's hand me downs.

He peeled off the old clothing and threw it to the side walking nude through his room and just enjoying the feeling of being alone for a moment. The shower beckoned to him and he followed its call. He hadn't showered in nigh on a week if Dean's math could be trusted and the mere thought made his nose wrinkle in distaste.

He had washed his hair thrice and let the scalding water pound his skin for nearly half an hour before he deemed himself clean enough to face the world again. Then he donned his suit, relaxing into the familiar material.

He smiled grabbing his cell phone and googling the coordinates of the town he was about to try apparating to, and with a pop he was gone.

Harry popped up about half a mile out of town. Apparating into the middle of an occupied town just seemed like a stupid thing to do unless he was trying to call attention to himself, and he certainly wasn't.

He flipped open the small leather wallet he'd charmed to look like an FBI badge. He'd gotten the brief rundown of what was happening from his informant, but he was still being wary, and that meant not giving out his real name. So 'Maynard Cole' as his badge deigned him was gracing the town with his presence all in hopes of finding something he'd long thought to be a dying breed. A cambion.

He blinked owlishly as he neared the first diner he'd seen upon entering the town. A rather familiar car was parked in the spot furthest to the right. Most likely to avoid getting scratched or endangered in some other various way. If he'd judged Dean's personality traits relating to the Impala correctly he would be the type to do something of that ilk.

His first thought was 'why are the Winchesters here'? But he realized that the same signs that were pointing him towards his target had probably drawn in the brothers even if they had no idea what they were dealing with yet.

He frowned. He wasn't sure he wanted the Winchesters to find out about cambions yet. It put his own secrets at risk. He made his way as close as he could to the restaurant without being spotted by one of the overly astute hunters and then he threw up a weak invisibility spell. It was barely the thinnest of veils between himself and the world and if anyone so much as brushed him it would probably dispel, but he wasn't sure his magic reserves were up to a full one yet.

He waited for a patron to open the door and then he slipped through soundlessly. He made his way to the table Dean and Sam were occupying. The larger of the two men was studying a map with several red x's on it. Sam let out a sigh sending a glare at Dean who was shoveling fries into his mouth in volumes Harry was sure would make a normal person choke.

"What?" Dean said through a mouth of food.

Sam grimaced and Harry didn't blame him. At least he hadn't had to look directly at the chewed food.

"Should we really be stopping Dean?" Sam said sounding a bit pissy. "Whatever's doing all of this, it could strike again while you're eating your burger. Hell, it could do something to the burger."

Dean hesitated and drew the burger back to stare at it for a moment inspecting for obvious signs of tamper before simply resuming his eating. "We haven't eaten today Sam. Unlike you I can't keep running off of a salad once a day."

Harry fought down a snort. A salad would only improve the man's health, but he was sure Sam had already tried explaining that enough times and failed. He leant in close over Sam's shoulder gazing at the map the large man held. Dead center there was a circle and Harry smirked. Leave it to the two of them to do his work for him. Hell, he didn't even need that fake ID now, if the information was good.

His luck didn't hold, because at that moment Sam made to stand and Harry was still leaned forward. Sam's head connected with Harry's chin making his teeth click together painfully, but most importantly alerting the hunter that something had been hovering over him.

When Harry finally stopped rubbing his jaw and looked up from his new location on the floor it was to see both hunters tensed and ready for action, but looking around in slight confusion Harry shook his head. He supposed his spell had held then. He shifted to his feet and apparently that was when his magic decided to give out because both Winchester's eyes instantly glued to him. Tense silence filled the room, and he supposed by the lack of screams or other noise that no other muggles had seen his disappearing act. "Bloody hell your head is hard." Harry said rubbing his jaw by way of ice breaker.

Harry leaned back in the back seat of the Impala watching the Winchesters through the side window with amusement written clearly on his face. Why they trusted him not to apparate away the moment they turned their backs he had no idea. Perhaps they were just naively optimistic. He'd have bailed already if they hadn't taken him precisely where he wanted to go. He had even been generous enough to concede in not following the brothers up to the house while they investigated.

Dean passed by the window heading toward the small house they'd stopped in front of. It was the epicenter to all the strange things that were happening in town and Harry knew it was where the cambion lived. What he hadn't expected was a small child to open the door. He blinked as Sam and Dean were explaining their presence from the porch.

It was unmistakable. The boy was definitely the cambion. Energy flowed off of him making him light up like a beacon to Harry. It was no wonder his powers were running rampant and wreaking havoc. The boy had a fair bit of power, and Harry would put his money on no one ever teaching the kid how to suppress his abilities. As such he had no idea what he was doing. Harry shook his head. He'd been betting on finding some kid in his twenties who was having a stressful time and pitching his powers in ways even he didn't know about. Magic was unpredictable that way. Instead he was dealing with a prepubescent kid who hadn't the faintest idea what world he hailed from.

Harry had never felt more sympathy for Hagrid in his life. He'd give anything not to have to go in there and talk to that kid. He hated kids. But cambions were rare. A dying breed. If he let this one go there was no telling what would happen to it and subsequently if he'd ever find another. He let out a sigh watching the front door as the Winchesters reappeared.

He closed his eyes willing himself to the area just behind the house. He opened his eyes to find himself still firmly on the back seat. He let out a frustrated growl and crossed his arms. So his magic was still malfunctioning. Great. As always his magic chose the most awesome time ever to become finicky.

The front doors opened and Sam and Dean got in shooting him slightly disbelieving looks. So maybe they hadn't expected him to stay put after all. Well, at least they weren't as blindly trusting or idiotic as he'd pegged them to be.

"So why are you here?" Dean asked frowning as he started the car. "Last I heard you were getting a ride home from Bobby's."

Harry shrugged. "Something caught my attention. I figured I'd come investigate." He gave an answer while still remaining vague. He prided himself on his developed skills of evasion.

Sam said nothing, but Harry noticed that he looked particularly guilty, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner. Harry shook his head. Dean seemed to be thinking on what Harry had said.

It only took a few minutes before they were pulling into a cheap motel. Harry scoffed. "Living the high life as always boys." He said getting out of the car.

Dean shot him an affronted glare, but he caught the faintest of smirks on Sam's lips. Harry just smiled in response to Dean's indignation approaching the hotel room Sam seemed to be heading for. He stopped several feet from the door drawing the brothers' attention.

"What is it?" Sam asked curiously pulling out the room key.

"There's someone in your room. I assume you didn't bring a tagalong." Harry said glaring at the window where he could feel the presence, but only vaguely.

Sam and Dean shared a look. Sam nodded drawing his gun and holding it ready. He silently unlocked the door grasping the handle and turning it as much as it would go before barreling into the room. He hesitated when he saw who was inside.

"Hello Sam." Castiel greeted with a nod.

Sam breathed a sigh of relief as Dean and finally Harry entered. Harry could feel the angel's gaze flicker to him in interest before returning to the brothers.

"I take it you got our message then?" Sam said putting away his weapon.

Dean closed the door as Sam sat down at the table. Harry stood precisely where he'd stopped upon entrance eyes glued to the angel. Wariness dictated all of his actions. The angel was acting strange, twitchy almost.

"It's lucky you found the boy." Castiel said and his eyes darted to Harry again.

"Oh yeah, real lucky. What do we do with him?" Dean bit out joining his brother at the table.

"Kill him." Castiel answered simply.

All three were shocked at the angel's bluntness. The light bulb nearest to Harry shattered drawing the brothers' attention. They'd never seen such a murderous look on his face. Dean felt his fingers twitch toward his gun.

"Kill him?" Harry echoed the words with venom.

Castiel didn't meet Harry's eyes preferring to address Dean instead. "This child is half demon half human, but he's far more powerful than either. Other cultures call this breed a cambion, but you know him as the antichrist."

"Jesse is the devil's son?" Sam asked skeptically.

"No. Your bible gets more wrong than it does right. The antichrist isn't Lucifer's son. It's just demon spawn. But it's one of the devil's greatest weapons in the war against heaven."

Sam glanced over when he swore he heard Harry hiss.

"Okay, so what's the kid doing in Nebraska?"

"The demons lost him. They couldn't find him, but they're looking." Castiel still refused to look in Harry's direction.

"Then they won't find him." Harry said through gritted teeth.

Dean looked between the two. "No offense dude." He said fixing Harry with a curious stare. "But why do you care so much?"

"You want to kill a child and you're questioning my motives?" Dean flinched at the accusation.

"He's right Dean." Sam said with concern growing on his face. "We're the good guys. We don't just go around offing innocent kids."

"A year ago you would have done anything to win this war." Castiel said accusingly.

"Things change." Sam said just as heated.

"Lucifer will twist that boy to his will, and with just a word he will destroy the host of heaven."

"Not if Lucifer can't find him." Harry said with a coldness in his voice that made Dean want to shiver.

"Look we can't kill him." Dean said stepping between Castiel and the other two. "But we can't just leave him here either. We know that. So, we take him to Bobby's. He'll know what to do."

Harry scoffed.

"You'll kidnap him? What is going on in this town, it's what happens when this thing is happy. You cannot imagine what it will do if it's angry. Besides, how will you hold him? With a thought, he could be halfway around the world." Castiel countered.

"So we-"

"We tell him the truth." Sam said. "You say he's destined to go dark side, but he hasn't yet. We lay it all out for him. He might make the right choice."

Castiel stepped forward. "You didn't." the words hung for a moment accusingly. "And I can't take that risk."

"Big words coming from the upstart of heaven." Harry said thickly. "So desperate to follow in the footsteps of your brother?"

"You're too invested in this. You shouldn't be here." Castiel bit out, and then he was gone.

"Fuck!" Harry let out the moment the angel was gone. He focused closing his eyes and willing himself back to the house he'd only seen the outside of earlier. When he opened his eyes he was still standing in the hotel room. He glared at the wall before turning to Dean. "Car. Now." He said marching out of the room with the Winchesters hot on his heels.

"What did Castiel mean?" Sam asked jogging to catch up to Harry's quick pace.

"About what? Half the time I can't make out what that moron is talking about. He covers his words in self righteous hubris." Harry bit out as he drew the door open.

"About you being invested." Sam said opening his own door but not getting in, in favor of watching Harry. "Why are you here?"

"To save the kid's life apparently." Harry bit out with a glare. "Though I might be too late if you don't take the lead out sasquatch. Now get in the car or I'm taking the damned thing myself."

Dean hopped into the driver's seat and started the engine while Sam lumbered in as well. "Don't threaten my baby." Dean said seriously.

Harry huffed, his eyes squeezing shut in concentration.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked catching the scrunched face he was making through the rear view mirror as he pulled out of the parking lot, wheels squealing against the asphalt.

"Trying to apparate." Harry answered opening his eyes when he heard Dean. "My magic is still off since I woke up. It couldn't have chosen a worse time apparently."

He scrunched his face again and Dean nearly swerved into a tree when the man vanished.

Harry opened his eyes and barely kept his feet as a wave of dizzy nausea hit him. He did belatedly notice that he was standing in a farmhouse. He took a few measuring steps to make sure he wasn't about to fall and then he rushed forward as silently as he could. He gave up on stealth as he spotted Castiel with a knife raised in front of a small child.

Harry hit the angel full force from the side barreling him into a small coffee table and knocking the knife from his hand. He hopped up as quickly as he could scowling at the angel. "You okay kid?"

"Y…yeah…" came the small voice behind him.

"You shouldn't have come." Castiel said standing and grabbing the knife. "There's nothing you can do. Your powers aren't working right now."

Harry glared. "I've had the problem before. I can still take on one sissy angel." It was true. Harry could take Castiel on. The angel himself was drained of power having been disconnected from heaven for so long, but even on his best day he couldn't kill Harry. Few things could. It was one of the reasons Harry was still walking around after having made enemies of pretty much every big bad out there. No, Harry would survive. It was just a matter of how much damage he would take, and whether or not he could save the boy.

Castiel lunged at him with the knife held in a striking position. Harry moved to intercept the arm only to find himself suddenly staring at blank air. He blinked, confused. He looked all around the room expecting Castiel to pop out of nowhere and either lunge for him or the kid. He glanced to the floor and saw a small figurine that looked surprisingly like Castiel.

Ignoring it he went up to the kid. Kneeling he frowned. "You alright?"

The kid nodded as the door slammed open behind Harry. He whipped around to find Sam and Dean standing there weapons drawn looking a bit discomfited to not see Castiel in the room as well.

"Where's Cas?" Dean asked eyes scanning the room.

Harry motioned with his head toward the small toy he'd left on the floor untouched. Dean stepped forward picking it up with no small amount of awe.

"Was he your friend?"

Dean looked around. "Him?" he said gesturing to the small toy. "No."

Harry snorted but didn't argue.

"I did that." The kid said staring at the miniature Castiel. "But how did I do that?"

"What's your name kid?" Harry asked standing back up now that he was sure the kid wasn't hurt. He felt the world spin a bit and felt himself tip. Sam put a steadying hand on his shoulder.

"Jesse."

"You're a superhero." Dean said answering the kid's question.

"Don't patronize him." Harry said with a frown.

Dean gave him a look that said 'work with me here'. Harry shrugged.

"Why're you here?" Jesse asked, just a tinge of suspicion creeping into his voice.

"Well you see, my partner and I," Dean gestured to himself and Sam. "We work for a secret government agency that looks for kids with special powers like yours. In fact, we're here to take you to a base in South Dakota where they'll train you to fight evil."

"Like the X-men?" Jesse asked hopefully.

"Like the X-men." Dean said seemingly hopeful as well. "In fact the guy we're going to bring you to. He's even in a wheelchair. You'll be a hero."

Dean got no further in convincing Jesse as he was thrown at the wall, hard.

"They're lying to you." The woman's voice caught Harry off guard.

Sam moved forward, but he too was flung back to the wall where Dean was now being pinned. The demon glanced in Harry's direction before a look of recognition flitted across her face. She laughed flicking her wrist and sending the already dizzy man hurtling into a smaller wall across the room. He felt his head thud against the wall and hissed through his teeth trying to keep himself conscious.

"They told me you might be weak right now. Really taking a risk coming out this early in the game aren't ya?" the demon said with a smirk.

"Bite me." Harry managed to force out through the weight on his chest.

"Stay right there dreamboat." She said as Sam struggled to get out of the restraint. "Can't hurt you. Orders. You on the other hand." Her eyes landed on Dean. "Hurting you is encouraged."

She flicked her wrist again and Dean went flying to the opposite side of the room. Harry watched with passive eyes.

"Leave him alone!" Jesse yelled as Dean made contact with the starting wall again.

The demon leaned down looking Jesse in the eyes with a smile. "Jesse. You're beautiful." She said and Harry couldn't contain the sarcastic laugh that slipped his lips.

"Careful guys. Pedophile on the prowl." He snarked regretting it moments later when the weight on his chest increased and he spluttered trying to catch his breath.

"Stop it!" Jesse said with worried eyes turning to Harry. "Who are you!"

"I'm your mother Jesse." The demon said losing her focus on Harry and he drew a few ragged breaths as the weight lifted a bit.

"No you're not." Jesse said eyebrows drawing together in confusion and anger.

"Mmhmm." She said with a smile. "You're half human, half one of us. Kinda like that guy over there."

Jesse's eyes flickered to Harry, as did Sam's and Dean's. "She means demons!" Dean bit out.

"These people you call your parents they lied to you. You're not theirs, not really."

"My mom and dad love me."

"Do they?" she asked disbelievingly. "Is that why they leave you alone all day."

"God you're annoying." Harry spat and then the pressure was back.

"Everyone has lied to you. They're not FBI agents, and you're not a superhero."

"Then what am I?" Jesse asked turning back to the woman not noticing how Harry's face was going slowly from pale pink to red.

"You're powerful. You can have anything you want. Do anything you want." She said coaxingly.

Harry fought to speak, but there was no breath in his lungs to speak with. He wanted to kick himself for using his time to speak simply to insult the demon.

"Everyone lied to you. Wouldn't it be better if there were no lies? Come with me and you can wash it all clean. Imagine that…a world without lies."

"She's right. We lied to you." Sam got out. "But I'll tell you the truth."

He opened his mouth to speak again but it was obvious the demon was trying to crush his lungs as effectively as she was crushing Harry's, and Harry was barely conscious at this point face going purple from lack of oxygen.

"I just…want to…tell…"

"Stop it!" Jesse yelled and the weight holding Sam back gave way and he fell to the floor. "I want to hear what he has to say."

"We lied to you." Sam said almost apologetically, but his eyes were glued to Harry and he was stumbling over his words in his haste to get them out. "And I'm sorry. So here's the truth. My name is Sam Winchester. This is my brother Dean. That's Harry Potter. Dean and I hunt monsters."

"Except when you are the monster, right Sammy?" the demon goaded.

Sam ignored her. "And that woman right there, her name is Julia. She's your mom, but that thing inside of her…the thing you're talking to is a-"

Sam was cut off by Harry drawing in rasping breaths as he dropped to the floor. He hacked a bit almost as the act of breathing itself was unnatural after the long time without air.

"She's a demon." Sam said, some of the weight in his mind lifting though he was curious how Harry had been released.

"A demon?"

"He's done nothing but lie to you since you met him." The demon said sounding a bit panicked now that she realized she was far outnumbered with two of the men released. "Don't listen to him. Punish him."

"Sit down and shut up." Jesse said and a chair slid forward hitting the woman in the knees and making her sit.

"There's a…a sort of war between heaven and hell going on and…well…you're part of it." Sam continued.

"I'm just a kid."

Sam nodded with a sincerely apologetic look. "You can go with her if you want. I can't stop you. No one can, but if you do…millions of people die."

"She said I was half demon, is that true?"

"Yes, but you're half human too. You can do the right thing. You have choices, but if you make the wrong ones it'll haunt you for the rest of your life."

"Why are you telling me all of this?"

"Because I have to believe that someone can make the right choices. Even if I couldn't." Sam said guiltily.

Jesse seemed to consider it for a moment. "And him? She said he was like me."

Sam looked utterly nonplussed on this one. He wasn't sure how to address it as he'd just found out himself.

"I am." Harry said sounding a bit raspy. "To an extent."

"Did you come here with her?"

"I think it's kind of obvious I didn't." Harry bit out.

"Then why are you here?"

"I came to offer you sanctuary of course." Harry said with a smirk.

"Sanctuary?" Sam and Jesse said at the same time.

"Of course." Harry said pushing himself to his feet. "Personally I think going into hiding is your best option, especially considering how young you are. If we're going to keep talking about it though…I suggest we remove the fly on the wall." He turned a cold glare on the demon that had nearly asphyxiated him, granted he wouldn't have truly died, but it wasn't the most pleasant of experiences.

Jesse followed his gaze. He raised a hand and the chair slammed into the wall. "Get out of her." He said and black smoke began to billow from the woman's throat and it fled through the chimney.

Dean fell to the floor once the demon was gone. "How did you do that?" he asked breathing deeply.

Jesse shrugged. "I just did."

"Kid…you're awesome." Dean said plopping down onto the floor.

Jesse turned toward the limp woman in the chair. "Will she be alright?"

"Eventually." Sam said soothingly.

Dean picked up the action figure sized Castiel. "Look…uh, truth is, he's kind of a buddy of mine. Is there any way you could turn him back?"

"He tried to kill me." Jesse said harshly.

"Right." Dean said dejectedly. "But he's a good guy…he was just…confused."

"I wouldn't push your luck." Harry said stepping forward and rubbing his throat as if something was still lingering there from the rather unpleasant experience.

"What now?" Jesse said looking around expectantly.

"Now we take you someplace safe. Get you trained up. You'd be handy in a fight kid." Dean said with a smile.

Harry rolled his eyes.

"What if I don't want to fight?"

"Jesse…" Sam started, but he stopped when Harry moved forward.

"I told you I came to offer you sanctuary right?" he said and the brothers blanched in surprise at the genuine level of emotion in his voice. "I meant it. No fighting, no demons, no angels."

Jesse smiled brightly, but it seemed to diminish a bit as a thought hit him. "My parents?"

Harry smiled slightly. "Of course." He said leaning back. "I can't exactly take a…erm…how old are you?"

"Nine."

"I can't exactly take a nine year old without any guardians." Harry said with theatrical frown. Then he leaned down and whispered something in Jesse's ear handing him a piece of paper. Jesse opened the folded paper and then glanced at Dean and Sam.

Without warning they found themselves back in the motel room. "Son of a bitch!" Dean exclaimed twisting around as if the violent gesture would suddenly make the room they had just been in reappear.

Sam just frowned.

"And the Impala's still at the house!" Dean said throwing back the curtains to verify his claim. "How are we going to get back?"

Sam shrugged. "Walk?"

"I hate walking." Dean whined. "Besides, they'll be long gone before we can make it back."

They shared a moment of silence thinking and neither came up with anything that could get them there faster so they made for the door.

"They're already gone."

The gruff voice had them both twisting in surprise.

"Cas?" Dean said in relief. He wasn't sure if the kid would leave him in action figure form forever.

"Where'd they go?" Sam asked.

"I don't know." Castiel admitted. "He put everyone in town back to normal and then they vanished. I checked the house but there were no clues."

"How do we find him?"

"We don't. With the boy's powers, it's improbable we'd find them even if we spent months searching. Add to that Harry's powers and it's nearly impossible. All we can do is hope that Harry hasn't decided to hand him over to Lucifer."

Sam blinked in surprise. "Why would he do that?"

Castiel fixed Sam with a level look. "His very existence is an anomaly. I don't know what he will do, but we can't rule out the possibility that he will attempt to join Lucifer's forces."

Sam swallowed a lump in his throat. "We don't know that Cas." Sam said sending Dean puppy eyes.

Dean shrugged. "He hasn't done anything yet. Maybe he won't go dark side."

"Optimism will only go so far in this war." Castiel said harshly before he vanished leaving the brothers with a sense of foreboding and matching frowns.

A few more secrets revealed…and a few more questions raised I'm sure. I meant to put this out yesterday, but a late night drinking Saturday coupled with the sheer amount of writing I did on the newest chapter I'm writing slowed progress.

It's here now though so let me know what you think. For those curious Harry's background is particularly complex so it would probably take me forever to have Harry monologue about it. Enjoy the little pieces you're getting because slowly the puzzle will fill in. The mystery…it's killing some of my readers lmao.

Well, that's all for now! I'm going to go decide how I want to do chapter 11 now. Have a good weeks. 'Til next time!

~Kanathia