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Episodes: 5.08 Changing Channels

Harry made sure that Jesse and his parents were rather well adjusted in their new life in Malibu before he returned to his home in Wyoming. After all, how often did the evil things come out to play on the sunny beaches of California? With Jesse's permission he'd implanted a few fake memories in the Turners' heads so that they'd think they'd moved there several weeks ago so that Jesse's father could work for one of Harry's smaller subsidiary companies.

Overall Harry had the urge to pat himself on the back. He'd done a splendid job covering the family's tracks. He'd even left Jesse with an address to teleport to if anything went wrong. Not that he expected anything to go wrong. Hell he even had a few spells circling the boy to tell him if anyone, or anything, with ill intent approached. Yes, this was a masterpiece.

He poured himself a glass of scotch and checked his watch. Four AM. Still a bit early to head over to the office, but hell, he'd been gone for forever he may as well catch up on the work he'd missed. One quick apparation later and he was strutting about his office secure in the fact that no one but him would be here this early in the morning.

He hummed tunelessly as he strolled around pulling out the necessary stamps and other such things needed to complete the paperwork piled on the left most corner of his desk.

"Haven't seen you this happy in a while."

Harry heaved a long suffering sigh before slamming the drawer he'd been shuffling through shut. "What do you want Gabriel?"

"I can't come to check up on my favorite harbinger of doom?" Gabriel sounded absolutely appalled that someone might even hint that he was doing otherwise.

"You're hilarious." Harry deadpanned dropping into his chair. "But we can't all be doped up on happy pills all the time. Now answer my question or leave. I won't have you ruining my mood this early in the morning."

Gabriel took up his spot in his normal chair with a broad grin. "I heard you got in on the whole 'apocalypse' thing." Gabriel said resting his chin against a hand and wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

"That so?" Harry said signing the first document he picked up without even reading it. It was an expense report from what he could tell from the cursory glance.

"Last I heard you were neutral. Just thought I'd pop in see which team you're rooting for."

"I'm rooting for team 'get the hell out of my office'." Harry said not bothering to glance up. "I've heard their odds of winning are astronomically high."

Gabriel chuckled, but it seemed forced even to Harry.

"Don't you have places to go?" Harry said finally setting down his pen and stamp and glaring over the top of his tower. "People to trick?"

Gabriel frowned, but he was gone a moment later and Harry let out a sigh. Things were getting complicated... again.

Harry snapped out of his half awake daze when one of the men in front of him cleared their throats. He blinked bringing the room back into focus and the droning voice of the Sandover's presenter came with the image nearly lulling him back to sleep. They couldn't have chosen a less charismatic person if they'd visited the coma ward at a hospital.

He let the man drone on for another twenty minutes before something caught his attention. Power waves rippled through the air and Harry felt himself perk up a bit. They were Gabriel's; that much he was certain of. They were similar to the ones he'd felt from Florida all those months ago. His curiosity was piqued.

He cleared his throat garnering the attention of the rest of the men in the conference room who all seemed to be enthralled in the little dominance display they were trying to put on for him. They were seeking a partnership, and it was something Harry was very reluctant to give.

"I'm afraid I have somewhere to be gentlemen. If you could wrap this up." He said rolling one hand in a 'hurry up' motion and resting his chin on the other. He was the picture of disinterest, and considering he was the only person from Harry's company that had bothered to attend the meeting it wasn't boding well for the Sandover lackeys.

A few of the men seemed disgruntled by Harry's nonchalant dismissal of their apparently rather well thought into presentation. He raised his eyebrows daring them to challenge his decision. No one spoke up, apparently too worried they'd screw up any chance at a deal.

"Good meeting then." Harry said standing and sliding his folder toward him. "My secretary will make sure all your needs are taken care of. If you'll excuse me."

He left them blinking in confusion. Glenda stood outside of the door a small smile on her face. She knew how much he hated meetings like this. She took the folder from him. "I'll be in my office." Harry said passing her. "Put up the do not disturb sign. Go home when you're done." He waved over his shoulder knowing that woman was trying not to laugh at his flippant tone. She tried to maintain a professional tone to compensate for his lack of one.

He frowned upon entering his office and paused only to lock the door behind him. His office was the only one on this floor but he still insisted that the elevator not open directly into the room for privacy's sake. He spent the majority of his days in here after all. Besides, he chose the building layout, so he got to throw in little addendums when he thought them necessary, even if the architect in charge had been irked by the changes to his plans.

He closed his eyes focusing on the power he'd felt surging forth earlier from Gabriel. He felt his head tip slightly to the side when he got a lock on the location. "Ohio?" he said pouring half a glass of scotch and downing it. He filled the cup again. "I always catch him in the strangest of places."

He shrugged debating on whether he'd pop over to see what all the buzz was about.

"Why the hell not?" He muttered.

He hadn't expected to apparate straight into a hospital. No, if his coordinates were right he should be in a factory. He squinted and the wall wavered. "Ah, an illusion then." He murmured watching the doctors and patients bustle past him, a few giving him odd looks. He smiled in turn taking off in a random direction, sure that Gabriel would show himself when he wanted to.

"Lady! What the hell!" Harry tilted his head curiously and turned in the direction of the exclamation.

He stopped mid-step taken aback by Dean and Sam Winchester wearing scrubs and white lab coats. His eyes widened and he saw Dean spot him and nudge Sam. Then the dam broke and he burst into laughter. He put one hand the nearest wall to support himself he was shaking so bad.

"Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up chuckles." Dean said, approaching.

"Harry? What are you doing here?" Sam asked bewildered by Harry's abrupt appearance and rather uncharacteristic show of emotion.

"You two? Doctors? That's just brilliant." Harry said wiping away a tear. He had to admit, annoying as he found Gabriel sometimes the man was brilliant.

"Answer the man." Dean said threateningly.

Harry felt a tap on his shoulder and suddenly Sam and Dean were wheeling around trying to locate him like he wasn't still standing in front of them. Harry turned to see Gabriel there with a slight frown on his face. "You know, annoying as those two chuckleheads are, they raise a good question. Why are you here?"

Harry shrugged. "I felt your powers again. Thought I'd investigate. I haven't laughed that hard in a while." Harry said putting a hand on his stomach. "Amusing as I find all of this though, why are you doing it?"

"An answer for an answer?" Gabriel said with a smile, and suddenly they were standing in the warehouse Harry had supposedly apparated into earlier. "I'm trying to get them to play their roles."

"Their roles?" Harry said with confusion before knowing spread on his face. "As vessels?"

"No, as meter maids. Yes, as vessels!" Gabriel said throwing his hands in the air a bit too dramatically.

"Since when did you jump on the apocalypse band wagon?" Harry asked eyebrow raised.

Gabriel scoffed. "Didn't you jump on first?"

Harry shook his head and with a wave of his hand a chair appeared behind him and he plopped into it. "No, I didn't." he exclaimed harshly. "What gave you that idea?"

Gabriel blinked seemingly taken aback. "I thought you were all for Lucifer's popping the box…"

"Well he's already done that." Harry said with a frown. "But no, I don't want the world to end Gabriel."

Gabriel seemed to think on that.

"So what are the Winchesters up to right now?" Harry asked with a smile. "I do hope it's entertaining. I had the most boring meeting before coming over."

Gabriel grinned wickedly and snapped his fingers and Harry found himself standing in a forest clearing watching a woman slowly contort into a yoga pose. Harry raised an eyebrow in Gabriel's direction, but the wild grin on his face made Harry turn his attention back to the woman who was now smiling in their direction. "I've got genital herpes." She said with confidence that Harry was sure someone with that problem shouldn't have. He choked on his own breath.

Suddenly they were standing in an older home and a man was sitting in a worn down chair. "I've got genital herpes." The man said looking in their direction yet again with an odd smile on his face. Harry grimaced.

The scene shifted again and they were standing on a basketball court watching four men try to get a ball through the hoop. He spotted Dean, and then Sam when he caught the ball and turned in their direction.

"Oh god no." Harry said with wide eyes pulling out his phone and deftly flicking through the apps to the video camera.

"Seriously?" Sam hissed in Dean's direction.

"Hey, you're the one who said to play our roles." Dean said a bit too smugly clapping Sam on the shoulder.

The taller man shivered. "Right…" he said hesitantly. "I…I have genital….herpes."

Both Harry and Gabriel burst into laughter at the same time, and Harry kept the phone aloft just barely.

They shifted back to the woman doing yoga. "I try to be responsible." She said and Harry was completely convinced she was looking straight into his camera.

Living room again. "Did I try." The old man said placing a hand on an older woman's hand. Harry couldn't repress the shiver.

"But now I take twice daily Herpexia to lessen my chances of passing it on."

Harry snorted closing out the camera function. He found himself back in the warehouse with Gabriel beside him still shaking with laughter.

"I think I understand the appeal of being a trickster now." Harry admitted with a smirk.

Gabriel straightened beside him suddenly a bit more serious.

"Something wrong?"

Gabriel snapped his fingers and they were standing on the outside of a set door. Harry could hear the audience laughing at whatever was on the other side. Harry lifted an eyebrow, following sedately when Gabriel burst in to the set drawing cheers from his fake audience. "Hello!" he called giving a fond wave to his imagined viewers and gaining scornful looks from Sam and Dean. "Thank you, thank you ladies. Hi Castiel!"

Harry blinked shutting the door behind him. He hadn't received any applause, but he wasn't exactly disheartened for it. He'd known Gabriel was a bit self centered since the first time they met. Gabriel snapped his fingers and the other angel disappeared.

"You know him?" Sam asked confused then his eyes caught Harry and he gave him a confused look.

"Where did you just send him?" Dean asked obviously worried.

"Relax, he'll live…maybe."

Laughter echoed from the audience.

"Alright. I am done with the monkey dance. We get it okay?"

"Yeah? Get what hotshot?" Gabriel bit back.

"Playing our roles right? That's your game?"

"That's half the game." Gabriel said mockingly.

"What's the other half?" Sam asked eyes flicking between Harry and Gabriel.

"Playing your roles out there."

Sam caught the eye roll from Harry and it only served to confuse him more.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh you know. Sam starring as Lucifer. Dean starring as Micheal. Play, your roles."

"You want us to say yes to those sons of bitches?" Dean ground out.

"Hells yeah. Let's light this candle!" Gabriel said with far too much energy.

"We do that, and the world will end."

"Yeah? And whose fault is that? Who popped Lucifer out of the box? Look it's started, you started it. It can't be stopped, so let's get it over with."

Harry rubbed the bridge of his nose, irritation growing.

"Heaven or hell, which side you on?"

Harry had to repress the urge to laugh. Luckily he'd already laughed a decent amount that day. It was obvious the brothers still hadn't worked out exactly what Gabriel was.

"I'm not on either side." Gabriel said harshly. Apparently he hadn't found it quite so amusing.

"Yeah right. You're grabbing ankle for Micheal or Lucifer. Which one is it?"

Gabriel twisted quickly pinning Dean against the wall. "You listen to me you arrogant dick. I don't work for either of those S.O.B.'s. Believe me."

"Oh you're somebody's bitch." Dean spat and Harry caught his eyes flicking in his direction.

"Don't you ever! Ever presume to know what I am." Gabriel said emphasizing the point by slamming Dean back into the wall again.

"Alright." Harry said stepping forward. "That's enough. You've each had your little pissing contest. Put it away."

Gabriel scowled but the look on Harry's face kept him from arguing. "Alright listen closely. Here's what's gonna happen. You're going to suck it up, go out there and accept your responsibilities, and play the roles destiny has given you."

Harry cleared his throat harshly and when Gabriel turned to see his face a venomous glare met him. Harry opened his mouth and Gabriel snapped his fingers. The Winchesters were surprised to find the room with one less person. They shared nervous glances.

Harry tapped his foot in annoyance waiting for Gabriel to man up and face him again. He could force his way back into the illusions that the Winchesters were playing through, but that wouldn't help him confront the angel. Not when Gabriel was the one who controlled the illusion.

What he hadn't expected was for a flaming circle to erupt on the other end of the factory. Harry blinked as Gabriel came into focus through the flames. Then the Winchesters were standing there just outside of the flames as well. "Well played boys. Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?"

"Well you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass." Dean quipped, and Harry noted the awkward shift of the taller man. What in the world had Gabriel made them enact after he'd left?

"Where'd I screw up?"

"You didn't. Nobody gets the jump on Cas like that."

"But mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon." Dean finished Sam's sentence.

"Meaning?"

"Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family."

"So which one are you? Grumpy? Sneezy? Or Douchey?"

"Gabriel." Harry answered having approached while the three had their little heart to heart. He rolled his eyes at the look Gabriel gave him. "Oh please. You were about to tell them anyway."

"Gabriel? The archangel?" Sam said with wide eyes.

"One in the same." Harry said with a frown.

"Guilty." Gabriel admitted.

"How does an archangel become a trickster?"

"That's the million dollar question isn't it?" Harry said with a huff.

"So you're really here then?" Dean said with a scoff. "I thought you were just part of his illusion."

Harry blinked. "I didn't realize you swung that way." He said conjuring a chair next to the holy fire while Dean reeled back surprised. Harry snapped his fingers and a long metal wire with two marshmallows on the end appeared in thin air. He caught it and lowered it over the flames with a smile. "It's like camping indoors."

"So what, you're just gonna sit there and act like the world isn't going to hell around you?" Dean accused.

"You learn to enjoy the dull moments." Harry said pulling the marshmallow back and prodding it gently, seemingly unsatisfied with the results he put it back over the flame.

"What did you do with Jesse?"

"I brought him somewhere safe where neither side of this little squabble can get a hold of him." Harry said with a frown.

"Squabble?" Gabriel said disbelievingly.

"Oh please Gabriel, there's no need to be dramatic." Harry said checking the marshmallows again before offering one to the imprisoned angel who plucked it from his fingers warily. "I've seen a lot of cataclysmic events in my time. You grow rather used to them after a while. People always seem to think the world will end, but as usual it keeps spinning. If a bit differently at times."

Gabriel didn't look convinced, but he didn't seem to want to push his luck while trapped either.

"You're a cambion right?" Sam said stepping forward and addressing Harry with some hope. "That means you're half human. Don't you care what happens to the world? Humans will be-"

Harry shook his head and Sam stopped speaking. "You-" he motioned between Dean and Sam. "Got the smallest glimpse of information about me, and now you think you can make accurate assumptions about what my will towards the world should be?"

Sam caught Gabriel backing away from Harry, and suddenly Sam knew he'd said something wrong.

"You don't know the faintest sliver of what I am!" Harry roared and the fire nearest to Harry jumped upwards about four feet. "I've watched eons pass. I've seen this world torn apart and created more times than I can count, and now that you've set about the end once more you think-"

Harry suddenly went quite, hand over his face. Slowly the flames flickered back to their usual height. Harry let out a small laugh that almost seemed preternaturally loud in the silent room, before he simply vanished leaving the armchair as reminder of what had just happened.

Gabriel clapped slowly. "Congratulations guys." He said looking somewhat impressed. "You just managed to piss off one of the most powerful people alive. Let's not mention the fact that I've never actually seen him that angry before."

"Who the hell is he?" Dean bit out a little shocked.

"Why would I tell you that?" Gabriel said screwing up his face in confusion. "I don't want him to torch my ass the next time we meet."

"Where is Cas?" Sam asked not spotting the angel anywhere in the rather large abandoned warehouse.

"Away." Gabriel said vaguely with a smirk. "So boys, now what? We gonna stare at each other for the rest of eternity?"

"Well first off you're gonna bring Cas back from where ever you stashed him." Dean growled.

"Oh am I?"

"Yeah, or we're gonna dunk you in holy oil and deep fry ourselves an archangel."

Gabriel gave him an unimpressed look, but snapped his fingers. Castiel appeared shakily behind Sam.

"Cas, you okay?"

"Fine." He replied wobbling only a bit. "Hello Gabriel."

"Hey bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful."

Castiel glared petulantly at the archangel in response. Then he turned to the brothers. "I sensed another presence."

"Harry?" Dean asked. Castiel nodded. "Yeah he flew the coop a few minutes ago."

"Why?" Castiel's head tilted in confusion.

"I…think I might have said something to upset him." Sam admitted rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well, let's get out of here." Dean said turning for the door.

Sam and Castiel followed Dean's lead.

"Uh, okay, guys." Gabriel said moving closer to the flames despite the threat they posed to him. "So what? You're just gonna leave me here forever?"

Dean stopped allowing Sam to pass him. He pulled the fire alarm expecting the sprinklers to turn on. The machine squawked weakly once and then stilled. Dean blinked. "Huh…well that's not what I was expecting. Guess you'll have to figure something out for yourself won't you mister archangel?"

Gabriel stared disbelievingly as Dean exited the building. Castiel hesitated at the door, but eventually followed.

"Gits."

Gabriel whipped around at the sound to see Harry standing just outside the flames holding a glass of scotch in one hand the bottle in the other. He swallowed. "How long have you been there?"

"Never left really." Harry said sauntering over to his chair and plopping into it. "Just got a tad upset and popped back to my office to grab some scotch. Decided invisibility would be a good way to calm down once I was back."

Gabriel was immensely relieved he'd decided not to tell the brothers what, or rather who, Harry was. "Think you could do something about…" he gestured to the ring of fire.

Harry raised one hand into the air and then slowly brought it down. The flames lowered with it, until they flickered and died. Gabriel let out a sigh of relief.

"I think it's time we talked Gabriel." Harry said snapping his fingers. Another armchair appeared across from his. As did a small table with a few chocolate bars on it.

"About what?"

Harry motioned around him. "This. All of it." Harry said bitterly. "The apocalypse. Your brothers. What you were doing today."

Dean stopped back at the hotel to grab their stuff before they headed out again. Neither Dean nor Sam wanted to be caught off guard by an arch angel that had figured out where they were sleeping so they headed for the next case they had lined up somewhere in Michigan. For some reason Castiel stayed with them. He just sort of tagged along and Dean supposed it might be because he wanted to make sure that Gabriel didn't come after them.

Dean glanced in his rear view mirror and frowned upon seeing Castiel looking right back at him.

"So Cas-"

"Yes Dean?" Castiel said before he could even finish his question, then again Dean hadn't known what he was going to ask and would likely have paused anyway.

He hesitated settling on what was bugging him the most as Sam shifted to glance back at the angel. "This Harry guy, you gonna tell us who he is now? Gabriel mentioned he was one of the big bads so maybe leaving us in the cold isn't such a great idea?"

Castiel seemed to consider it. "The information might be pertinent to your continued survival." He admitted. "His name is Harry Potter. There isn't actually a word for what he is."

"What do you mean there's not a word?" Sam asked unable to contain his curiosity as usual.

Castiel sent him a measuring glance. "He's the only one of his kind that has ever existed in this universe." Castiel said turning his attention back to Dean.

"Wait I thought he was a cambion or whatever, and that Jesse kid was one wasn't he?"

Castiel shot an annoyed look in Dean's direction. "He's not a cambion. He's the cambion." Castiel corrected. "He's the original, but in his universe that didn't mean the same thing."

"His universe?" Sam said eyes growing wide.

Castiel hesitantly nodded. "The universe has been destroyed and recreated numerous times."

"Okay…" Sam said, a bit paler. "So, what did it mean to be a cambion in his universe?"

"It simply meant the being was born with mixed blood. One half human, another half being from a higher or lower order of being." Castiel said eyes flicking to every part of the car but them.

"So he's not half demon half human?" Dean asked confused. Castiel shook his head. "Then what is he?"

"He's half human, half of his universes equivalent of angel."

Dean pulled the car over to the side of the road. He could handle a lot of weird, but this was just getting freaky. "The guy's half angel? Why didn't the holy fire scare him then?"

"He doesn't possess our weaknesses." Castiel said with an almost bitter undertone. "The swords don't work on him either, not even the archangel's blade can kill him now. The mixed blood gave his species inherent powers with none of the weaknesses. Essentially they were mortal to begin with, but he moved beyond that."

"His species? So there were more like him?"

"To an extent." Castiel conceded.

"But wait, there's already a word for half human, half angel offspring. Nephilim." Sam interrupted. Dean shot him a look that clearly said he thought his brother was a nerd.

"Nephilim didn't exist to the same capacity in his universe. They are the offspring of angels and humans." Castiel explained. " Nephilim then were in no way related to angels. They're actually the offspring of imps and-

"And not important right now Cas." Dean cut the angel off not really wanting to know what an imp could procreate with.

"So what, bits and pieces of past universes make it into the new one?" Sam asked eyebrows scrunched together.

Castiel shook his head. "Not exactly." he answered with certainty. "He is…an anomaly."

"You're gonna have to get more specific Cas." Dean bit out.

"He mastered death." Castiel said with a frown.

"You can master death?" Sam asked, eyes wide.

"We can't. No one in this world can. There were balances put in place once God realized how strong his creations were becoming." Castiel answered.

"So he doesn't want anyone to become as strong as him?" Dean asked condescendingly.

"Those who seek power generally misuse it. Would you allow them to rule this world?" Castiel replied with heat.

Dean bit back a retort. "So why doesn't God just…smite him, or whatever it is God does to people he doesn't like." Sam asked genuinely curious.

"It's not that simple." Castiel replied.

"How so?"

"He mastered death, however unintentionally he did it. His survival through the recreation of the world is strong evidence that he cannot be killed by conventional means."

"But he can be killed?" Sam caught on to the way the statement had been phrased as usual.

Castiel was silent for along moment. "Yes." He supplied finally. "But he was a warrior for the light in his world."

A sort of awkward silence met that before Dean blurted out. "You mean like me?"

Castiel shook his head. "He willingly sacrificed himself for a nation of people. He earned God's grace, and in return God doesn't actively seek his destruction any longer. He allows him to exist because Harry does not actively seek to destroy his creations."

"Gee. God sounds like a real swell guy. 'Allowing' him to live and all." Dean sneered as usual when the topic turned to the 'invisible man in the sky'.

"There's something you're not telling us." Sam said suspiciously eying the angel.

"What do you mean?" Castiel said tipping his head in the familiar confused fashion.

"He really didn't like angels." Dean recalled suddenly. "What's that about?"

Castiel shifted in the back seat uncomfortably and then was gone. Dean hit the steering wheel. "Fucking angels!" he yelled hoping Cas could still hear him. "No wonder he doesn't like you dicks."

Gabriel sat contemplatively at the edge of his seat. For once he had foregone the chocolate bar. He seemed to be thinking on what Harry had said, but it was always hard to tell with Gabriel. For all Harry knew he was planning out his next big prank. "So you tried to stop them?"

Harry nodded. "I tried to maintain neutrality, but I'm not sure how much longer that stance can hold." He answered honestly. He knew Gabriel was in a similar boat to him. Neither had ties one way or the other in this fight. Both were independent of obligations. Harry because he held no current contracts or relations with demons or angels, and Gabriel because he'd long since cut his ties with his brothers.

Gabriel fell into contemplative silence again. "So which team are you rooting for?"

"My own." Harry said with a smirk. "As usual."

Gabriel perked up a bit at that. "Your own?"

Harry smiled. "I've never been a fan of sports with only two teams…too predictable. Switching up the lineup is completely within the realms of possibility in this spat so why not do it? You see the main issue here is that team heaven and team hell both want the apocalypse to play out. They want Dean to accept Micheal and Sam to accept Lucifer and then they want them to duke it out. Problem there is half, if not all, of the planet gets taken down in the cross fire. Now, I've worked hard to build up my company, and to gain the assets I have. I don't want some petty fight over who gets the playground to destroy that. I've rebuilt a few too many times for that."

"What if Micheal could beat Lucifer without destroying the world?"

"That's a big if." Harry said leaning back in his chair and sipping at his scotch. "And even if that happened chances are the best humans can hope for is subjugation. Slaves don't make good business clients."

"So how do you plan to stop them?"

"Well I contemplated killing the Winchesters but time has proven again and again that those two don't stay dead for long." Harry tapped his chin. "I suppose there isn't a complete solution for now. I've been playing it by ear for the moment."

"Then you know that demons are on the move?"

"Pardon?"

"I don't know what their plan is, but there have been a lot of them on the move lately. Omens are going crazy."

"I hadn't heard." Harry drew his eyebrows together frowning. "I suppose it would be negligent to just hope it's nothing important."

A shorter chapter. Sorry about that, but at last you have a few more pieces of the Harry puzzle. More to unfold on that later. Next chapter shall be completely of my own design. No episodes correlate to it. I was excited to write it.

It will be a few more chapters before we reach what I'd like to call 'canon break'. I haven't actually hit that point in my writing yet but I have planned approximately when it will happen. There will still be episode correlation to a certain extent but the story won't be nearly as canon centric as it is now.

I hope the promise of that is enough to keep people reading for now. If you really don't like story line following you might like the other HP/SPN fic I'm writing right now. I'm not sure when I release that one though. I have way too many projects right now. Eergh.

Well, I'll end the author's note here. 'Til next time!

~Kanathia