Oh wow…finally.

I think an apology is in order. Nothing particularly bad happened to delay this chapter. It's just that my move out date got moved forward by about a month so I could make it down here in time for my job offer leaving me with only a few days to pack a two bedroom apartment by myself. Then I had no internet at the new place. It sucked, royally.

So I'm sorry about the long ass delay on the chapter. I'm not sure how often I'll be updating from here on out, but the gaps shouldn't be as long as this one was. This was the exception. Enjoy the chapter. ^^

Harry caught Jo as she nearly fell off the side of the bridge they'd landed themselves on. She clung to his arm for support as she warily backed away from the edge.

"Where are we?" she asked glancing around at the river flowing beneath them and the trees blocking the sunlight.

"Lawrence, Kansas." Harry said checking the device in his hand. "And it looks like we landed a few hours after Castiel and the Winchesters."

"What year?" she said impatiently.

"Nineteen seventy…eight." He answered with a concentrating frown as he dug out the first water bottle and downed its contents. He drank three before speaking again. "Time travel always seems to dehydrate me for some reason. Town seems to be that way from the sound of it, and we're not far off." He glanced back at Jo. He supposed it was a good thing they hadn't gone much further back or her clothes might have raised some eyebrows. Drawing attention was rarely a good thing. There was a reason he'd ditched his suit for dark blue jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Nineteen seventy eight…" she said glancing about her with a renewed sense of wonder. "Everything looks the same."

"Did you expect trees to looks different thirty years ago?" Considering they were surrounded by little else he wasn't sure what she was trying to make her assessment on.

She huffed. "So how do we find Sam and Dean? Or that Anna chick?"

Harry stopped walking for a second closing his eyes. "I can't feel Anna, which means she's either not here yet, or she's depleted her energy reserves to dangerously low levels. Probably the latter since Castiel had to fix on something to get here. The Winchesters, however, are in that direction." He pointed roughly in the direction they were walking.

She nodded and they resumed walking for a few more minutes in silence. "So…that stuff on your forehead…what is it?"

"It's a rune." Harry said focusing ahead. "Thanks for reminding me though."

As she watched the symbol seemed to fade from sight. "How'd you do that?" she asked impressed but also sort of wanting to pull a gun from the obvious use of magic. She trusted Harry because he'd saved her life, but that didn't make his magic any easier to get used to.

"It's just a simple glamour." He said ruffling his bangs so they hid part of pale expanse of skin where the rune had lain. "It alters the viewer's perception. I could make you see anything that I can imagine, but I find they work best at hiding things rather than creating. There are much better ways to create illusions or disguises."

Jo nodded taking all of the information in. "So who are you? Really. I get the feeling the Winchesters know a lot of it, but not all of it."

"If the Winchesters know more than I think they do Castiel is going to have hell to pay the next time we meet." Harry said scathingly. "And what I know they know only scratches the surface."

"Okay…but that doesn't really tell me anything. Except maybe that you have a vendetta against Cas."

Harry scoffed.

"Sooo… can I know what the Winchesters know at least? I feel like I've been left outside of some circle."

Harry glanced over at her but didn't say anything. They had already reached the town's sidewalks and Harry was allowing the buildings and out of date technology do the distracting for him. When Jo had done her gawking she turned back to Harry with a grin before she remembered why they'd come here in the first place.

"So where are they?"

Harry nodded to his right and started walking. They passed several streets of businesses before they started to move into the residential area of town. Harry loosely based his direction on where he could feel the Winchesters' energy coming from. The sun was starting to dip down in the sky and Harry had wished he'd thought to grab a coat. Instead he put the thought from his mind and focused on unscrewing the lid to another bottle of water.

Eventually they reached a street called Robintree and Harry had them turn again. They walked down it for a minute or two before stopping outside of a small house. The front door looked battered and the steps leading up to it uneven. The chipping numbers 485 sat prominently by the door. It wasn't a very attractive place for sure.

"They're here?" Jo asked unsure. She'd seen enough shady places while doing hunts to not be intimidated, but she'd imagined the Winchesters would be somewhere more…homey if they were hunting down their parents for protection.

"Yup." Harry said stepping up to the door and swiftly knocking. The slight mumble of conversation that had been coming from the other side stopped abruptly at the side. Jo joined him on the small porch.

"I wonder who that could be." Harry heard a young male voice saying and from the sound of a single set of footsteps he was approaching. The was a curious shuffle from further in the house which was probably one or both of the brothers scrambling to get a better vantage point in case the person knocking was hostile.

The door opened to reveal a man in his twenties who looked markedly similar to Dean. Harry blinked. "Can I help you?"

"Certainly." Harry said smoothing over his momentary surprise and evening out his accent to a more American dialect. "Perhaps you've seen the guys I'm looking for. I heard they passed through this way. Sam and Dean?"

"Oh, yeah." The man said smiling now. "Are you more of Mary's family? I never really get the chance to meet her side of the family, and now I'm meeting a whole bunch of you on one day. Was this some sort of surprise party or something I wasn't told about?"

"Something like that." Harry said returning the smile, although not as brightly, as the man let him in.

"I didn't catch your names. I'm John. John Winchester." The man said holding out his hand first to Jo who was closest and then to Harry.

"Jo Harvelle." Jo said with a smile.

"Harry." Harry tossed out haphazardly as John led them to the sitting room where Sam and Dean were sitting with their future mother.

"Mary some more of them just showed up. You guys planning a reunion or something?" John joked.

Mary smiled wanly obviously uncomfortable. She was eying the new arrivals not with distaste, but apprehension.

"Mary." Harry said offering her a hand. "We've never met, but I've heard a lot about you. Harry."

"Wish I could say the same." Mary said with a bit of heat.

"Hi, I'm Jo." Jo offered with a bit of a wave.

"Sam, Dean, I think we need to talk." Harry said smiling dangerously and receiving odd, wary looks from the brothers just as the phone rang.

"Uh…I'll get it." John said standing and offering his seat to Jo.

The moment he'd left the room Mary rounded on Dean. "What's going on?" she asked in a low hiss. "Why the hell have a bunch of hunters shown up on my doorstep? And you, the last time I saw you my parents died!"

"Way to start off with the hard questions." Harry said with a frown. "What ever happened to 'hello, nice to meet you, how was your day'?"

Mary sent him a harsh glare.

"Look we don't have time to explain in detail." Dean hurried unsure how long his father would take in the kitchen. "But there's something after you, and it won't stop until you're dead. You're both in danger."

Mary's face grew worried. "A demon?" she asked, but there was a tone there that said she could hold her own if she had to.

"Not quite." Harry cut in.

"Not quite?"

"An angel." Sam said sounding a bit dazed.

Mary laughed, but seeing that no one else was joining her she stopped. "You're joking right?"

"'Fraid not." Jo supplied.

"You've got to be. No hunter has ever seen an angel."

"Oh that's all kinds of wrong sweetheart." Harry said with a shake of his head. "But we'll let that go for now. It's not important."

Dean looked ready to punch Harry. "This is your fault somehow isn't it?"

"Oh? It's not nice to point fingers Dean." Harry said with a smirk.

"How would this be your fault?" Mary asked with narrowed eyes.

"Anna is one of my allies in a sense. It's not my fault that she had a dim moment though."

"What have I done?" Mary said confused. "I haven't hunted in years. Why would I be a target now?"

"It's not what you've done Ms. Campbell. It's what you're going to do."

Mary was too confused by the statement to realize Harry had used her maiden name.

"Look, the details aren't important." Dean reasoned. "What matters is that you and your husband are in danger. We're here to help. Now is there somewhere we can go?"

Mary stared at him for a moment gauging his concern before she replied. "My parents had a cabin. We didn't use it very much but we could go there."

"Alright." Dean said appeased now that they were getting somewhere.

"What do I tell John?"

"Tell him…"

"Isn't it a bit…quiet?" Sam spoke up suddenly.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, irritated at having been cut off.

"John was on the phone." Sam said standing up. "I don't hear anything coming from the kitchen."

Dean and Mary rushed for the little room off to the side. Sam was right behind them. Harry and Jo shared a glance before following sedately.

"Why would he go to the shop?" Mary asked holding the notepad in her hand where John's hastily scribbled handwriting could be seen.

"I've got an idea, but it's not good." Dean said with a frown. "Come on. We've got to get there now."

Mary, Dean, and Sam took off through the back door. Jo made to follow them but stopped when she realized Harry wasn't moving with the group. She glanced back and gave him a questioning look. He was rubbing his head vigorously as though trying to rid himself of a particularly persistent ache.

"Harry?" she asked hesitantly placing a hand on his shoulder. He opened weary eyes.

"Let's go." He said locking arms with her again and turning on the spot.

The scenery blurred around her and she felt like she was being pulled through a tube. It was vastly different to the time travel she'd experienced not long ago, and completely disorienting. When the scenery stopped blurring she let go of Harry's arm and turned to the side retching. She turned back to him a bit wobbly to receive a half amused grin. "A bit of warning next time?" she said angrily.

He shrugged heading over to a door on the wall beside them. Jo recognized the building as some sort of mechanics shop by the wide garage doors out front. Harry stopped at the door and held it open gesturing for her to go in. She passed him with a frown. Inside she saw some cars jacked up on raised poles. Others just sat innocently on the ground. Harry passed her and the door slid shut behind them.

Suddenly there was a crash from further in followed by a groan. Jo didn't wait around to ask questions. She darted forward, intent on saving John. Harry followed a bit more calmly behind her.

John was pushing himself out of the caved in window of a car while Anna advanced. She'd have to have thrown him quite a distance for her to be so far back. Jo cringed at the sight. She placed herself firmly between the advancing angel and the civilian with a determined glare. She didn't have anything capable of killing an angel with her, but she'd be damned if she just stood by while Anna beat the life out of Sam and Dean's father…or any civilian for that matter.

"You should move." Anna told her with a frown. "I don't want to have to hurt you, but this has to be done."

Jo stood her ground and glared. "Like hell it does." She glanced to her left and right trying to spot a weapon of any sort, but the floor was clean.

"So be it." Anna said stepping forward and raising her fist to strike the girl in front of her, but an open palm caught her fist halfway through the arch. "Harry."

"Anna." Harry responded as the back door slammed open to reveal three panting Winchesters.

"John!" Mary called running to said man's side where he was kneeling in confusion and slight pain.

"Marry? What's going on?" John asked pulling his wife away from the crazed woman who'd attacked him.

Harry released Anna's hand but made it clear that he was standing in her way on this one. He could tell she understood the subtle gesture for what it was by the narrowing of her eyes.

"Harry, this is for the future. Without them the world won't be destroyed. I'm trying to save the world!"

Harry scoffed. "Don't give me the holier than thou approach Anna. I've seen it too many times for it to be effective."

"Then maybe we can discuss this when you're in your right mind." Anna said taking a swing at him and taking him by surprise.

He stumbled a bit away catching himself on a car, enough for Dean to try taking Anna out with an angel sword. Anna wobbled a bit as she turned but she caught Dean's wrist and neck expertly forcing him to drop the sword. Harry could tell she was indeed low on heavenly energy at the moment from her dulled reactions. He wasn't fairing too well himself though.

"Wish I could say it was good to see you Anna." Dean joked though he slowly reddening face belied his lack of air.

"You too." Anna answered with a frown.

Mary grabbed the abandoned sword and twirled it in that way that only a seasoned fighter could. She lunged at Anna trying to get the sword through her back while she was distracted with Dean, but she was a beat too slow. Anna tossed Dean sending him through a window and spun in time to ward off the fatal blow. They traded blows like they were locked in a deadly dance for a minute before Anna got the better of Mary using her teleportation skills. She came up right behind the unsuspecting woman and made to strike. Mary having heard something that tipped her off spun to slash at Anna, but Anna caught the blade and launched Mary backward. Mary would have hit a car if Jo hadn't moved to catch her, sending both women tumbling across the floor, but minimizing any serious damage the hit could have done Mary.

"That's enough Anna." Harry said stepping in front of the angel again as she moved to follow Mary. "This won't solve anything."

"How can you know that!" Anna yelled defiantly. "And how do I know that's not just Lucifer talking through you!?"

A crowbar made its way down through the air and into Anna's chest courtesy of Mrs. Winchester. Harry grimaced knowing that even if it wasn't life threatening to Anna it would still have been really fucking painful. Anna grasped the metal and pulled it out turning to a disbelieving Mary. "Sorry. It's not that easy to kill an angel."

"No." Sam agreed swinging the door to face them. "But you can distract one."

Harry flinched as Sam smacked his hand against the sigil painted there in blood. A blindingly bright light filled the room and suddenly there were only five of them there. John helped Jo up and they all glanced around as if assuring themselves they were out of immediate danger. Mary heaved a sigh of relief before she caught John watching her.

"Let's get out of here." Dean suggested from his spot near the window.

Everyone had just piled out of the Impala but Sam held Dean back as the others moved away from the car, Jo heading the pack. "What's up Sammy?" Dean asked glancing towards their parents nervously. He didn't want to be away from them for long if he could help it. It was too dangerous.

"Did you hear Anna in the shop?" Sam asked with a frown.

"You're gonna have to be more specific." Dean replied eyebrow raised. "I was a bit busy being thrown out of windows."

Sam rolled his eyes, sure that his brother hadn't heard if he wasn't sure what Sam was talking about. "About Lucifer Dean." He said caustically. "She said Harry might be Lucifer's mouth piece."

Dean's tone lost all mocking cynicism in an instant. "You think he's being controlled by Lucifer?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know, but Anna seemed to think there was something connecting him to Lucifer and it's not smart to just ignore that."

Dean frowned in concentration. After a few minutes he cursed loudly. "We're right back where we started!" he said frustrated. "We don't have any way to fight him. He can't die! The only person we know that he's scared of is the devil and we're not exactly on terms to ask favors."

"Not to mention Lucifer is the reason we're doubting him in the first place." Sam threw in unhelpfully.

"Alright." Dean said pacing. "We play it by ear. Anna seems to have gone a bit nutziod on us anyway. Maybe she's wrong. If she's not and he is bad news we use the sigils to toast him when he shows back up. I mean they worked at the shop and he's got to give up eventually right?"

Sam was unsure, but couldn't really think of a better option. Besides, either way it went Harry seemed intent on saving all four of the Winchesters and Sam couldn't really argue with that outcome. "What about Jo." Sam blurted just as the thought occurred to him.

Dean stopped and turned back. "What about Jo?"

"Well, it's just… she showed up with him… and… I don't know." Sam said frustrated for having to point out what he thought was mostly obvious. "She might not be Jo. Or she is and she hasn't been one hundred percent about her motives up until now. Either way she could be bad news."

"Or she could be completely innocent and got dragged into this just because." Dean defended.

Sam held up his hands in a no offense gesture.

"Just like with Harry." Dean said. "We wait and see."

They made their way to the cabin Mary had been talking about earlier that evening. It was a small place but open which was good for visibility, bad for hiding. It was run down and looked damn near ready to be condemned but it was still standing and that was a good sign.

Jo stormed in and dropped the bag she'd been carrying since she'd arrived in 1978. The Winchesters, more specifically Sam and Dean, had refused to tell her what they had done back at the shop. She had the feeling that she was once again being underestimated by the duo, and she was getting annoyed by it.

"So you want to tell me what happened now?" she asked crossing her arms as the two walked into the room surveying the building. "Where the hell is Harry? And how did you get that Anna chick to leave?"

Sam and Dean shared a look.

"Actually she raises a fair point." Mary butted it. "I'd like to hear an answer to those questions too. As well as a few others."

"We used an angel banishing sigil." Sam said pulling a paper out of his bag and unfolding it to show them the strange marking on it. Jo recognized it as the marking Sam had made on the door at the garage. "It worked on Harry…because he's half angel." Sam finished after getting a nod from Dean. Telling people about Harry seemed to be a bad thing to do if what happened to Castiel was any indicator. It was risky, but Harry had established that he didn't want them dead more than a few times today so they figured they might be able to push their luck a little.

"He's half angel…?" Jo sounded disbelieving eyes wide. Then she seemed to think about it. "Is that how he healed me?"

Sam shrugged and Dean just grunted.

John had made a beeline for the kitchen obviously deep in thought about everything he was hearing. It was an impossible amount to learn at one time. His reality was being flipped. Sam shared another look with his brother before following. They wanted to give him a minute but leaving him alone wasn't really an option with a killer angel on the loose.

"Explain." Mary said rounding on Dean now that she realized that John was gone. She wanted the whole story while her husband wasn't there. "Why does an angel want me dead?"

"'Cause they're dicks." Dean said haphazardly.

Jo snorted and Mary laughed. "Not good enough."

"It's complicated." Dean skirted.

"All ears." Mary said adjusting herself and waiting for him to elaborate.

"You're just going to have to trust me okay." Dean said with a frown.

"I've been trusting you all day." Mary said exasperatedly.

"It's kind of hard to believe." Dean said hesitantly he didn't want Mary to think he belonged in a psych ward.

"Alright…" She said pushing herself to her feet and turning. "I'm walking out the door then."

Jo watched the exchange torn between wanting to help Dean, and not knowing what to say to make the situation any better.

"I'm your son!" Dean finally said as Mary's fingers touched the doorknob.

Mary stopped immediately. Obviously she hadn't been expecting that outburst. Jo couldn't blame her. It was an odd confession. "What?"

"I'm your son. Sorry. I don't know how else to say it. We're from the year 2010. An angel zapped us back here. Not the one that attacked you…friendlier." Dean gushed apparently unable to stop the words now that they were coming out. Jo wanted to smack her face. Way to ease his mother into the situation. Then again, Mary was supposed to be a hunter. Perhaps she reacted best in high stress situations.

"You…can't expect me to believe that." Mary was staring at Dean as if he might start attacking her at any moment, but the fact that Mary hadn't simply pushed her way out of the door upon hearing Dean's confession was a good sign.

"Our names are Dean and Sam Winchester. We're named after your parents. When I would get sick, you would make me tomato-rice soup, because that's what your mom made you. And instead of a lullaby, you would sing "Hey Jude", 'cause that's your favorite Beatles song."

Mary looked on the verge of tears. She shook her head. "No, I don't believe it." She turned to Jo. "And you?"

"Uh…Jo Harvelle." She said raising her hands defensively. "No relation."

Mary turned back to Dean, tears in her eyes. "I raised my kids to be hunters?" She asked and it almost came out as a sob.

"No. No, you didn't!" Dean shook his head vehemently.

"How could I do that to you?" Mary looked sick to her stomach at the mere thought.

"You didn't!" Dean denied again this time she actually seemed to hear him. "Because…you're dead."

Sam watched John cut his hand and begin to draw a sigil as Sam had instructed him to. Not too thin, but not so thick that the blood ran into itself and ruined the lines. John had a knack for it, and it was odd for Sam to think there was a time before his father had been a hunter. Somehow he'd always imagined his dad hunting from a young age like Dean and himself.

"That's pretty good." Sam commented. He'd never been great with conversation with John before why would that change now?

John glanced back at him before finishing up the sigil and turning.

"Uh…I…I just wanted to say sorry, about all this." Sam gestured around them at the cabin which seemed the perfect embodiment of how crappy the current situation was. "I…I know it's a lot."

"Look, how long have you known about all this…hunting stuff?"

"Pretty much forever. My dad raised me in it." Sam said nonchalantly, but apparently that hadn't been the right thing to say.

"You're serious?" John looked appalled. "Who does that to a kid?"

"Well…Mary's parents did…" Sam offered trying to defend John even as he insulted himself unknowingly. With words Sam had used in the past no less.

"Not to interrupt what I'm sure was a brilliant family bonding session, but Sammy, I think we need to have a talk." Harry was standing in the back doorway looking haggard and very, very angry. His fake American accent was gone and the British lilt only made him seem more dangerous somehow.

Sam stood his ground. "Yeah? I think so too." Sam said returning the glare and motioning for John to move further from Harry for the moment.

"You're British." John said in surprise instead of moving.

Harry simply shot him an annoyed glance.

"What was Anna talking about earlier when she mentioned Lucifer talking through you?" Sam cut in before Harry could say anything to John.

Harry's face grew hard and Sam wasn't sure if it was because he didn't want to speak about whatever had happened or because he was remembering something particularly unpleasant. They stood there for a minute. Then two. Sam was sure Harry wasn't going to answer and then Harry sighed rubbing his temples but Sam noticed he was careful not to touch the center of his forehead. There was a bit of a shimmer in the air and then Sam could see a strange symbol painted there.

"What's that?" he asked not recognizing it even as he mentally went over every symbol he knew.

"It's a rune." Harry said simply. "Just a day ago Anna, Jesse, and I had a run in with Lucifer. Long story short he's trying to control my mind and I'm fighting it. The rune is helping."

"Lucifer?" John butted in again his tone incredulous. "As in the devil?"

"No, as in the easter bunny." Harry snapped. "Honestly I thought you Winchesters were supposed to be smart."

John blinked. "Us Winchesters?" he said slowly. "How would you know my family? They've never mentioned meeting any British people that are, apparently, half angel."

Harry looked over to Sam and simply smiled in a far too unsettling manner.

"Uh, John." Sam said and John switched his gaze to him. "Could you go get Dean?"

John frowned but went anyway.

"How do we get rid of it?" Sam asked bluntly.

"What?" Harry asked leaning against the wall.

"The connection between you and Lucifer." Sam supplied as though it were obvious. "There has to be some way to sever it."

"I'm still thinking about it, but we have bigger fish to fry right now Winchester."

"Bigger than Lucifer hitching a ride in your brain?"

"Did you forget about the half crazed female angel hunting you down or have you solved that problem yourself since you hurtled me half way around the planet?" he sneered. "One problem at a time Sammy, and yours is the more pressing unfortunately."

"Why are you so intent on keeping us alive?"Sam asked as Dean came into the room shotgun loaded even though it would do little good against Anna, and perhaps less good against Harry in the long room.

Harry shook his head. "Much as I hate to admit it, there are worse options than you two in the universe when it comes to fighting the apocalypse. It's possible to change the players now, but it's too late to change the game. Though I wish you would give me a heads up when you're using the banishing sigils. I can ward against the effect but I have to be told they're being used first."

"Where's John?" Sam asked not spotting him when Dean and Mary came into the room.

"Painting a sigil on the front door I think." Mary answered but she kept eying Sam oddly.

Harry noticed the look. He shifted his gaze to Dean. "How much have you told her?"

Dean's eyes shot to Mary then back to Harry. "Everything."

Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Idiots."

"Sam?" Dean said the name and shot him a glance.

"We're good." Sam answered. "I think. Apparently Lucifer gave him some sort of mind control drug and he's still fighting it."

"How do we know he's fighting it?" Dean suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"Well for starters I still don't want Sam to say yes to the son of a bitch." Harry ground out.

Dean shrugged.

"By everything…" Sam said glancing at Mary.

"I told her not to go into the nursery that night." Dean admitted. "I told her to take you and run."

"Cute." Harry said with a frown. "But obviously that won't happen for one reason or another."

Dean bristled but Sam just looked sad. "Why do you say that?" Sam asked.

"Because you're still here." Harry said glancing at both of them seriously. "It's a circle when you think about it. If you warn her and she somehow saves Sam from Azazel; Sam and you don't become hunters then you don't go back in time and there's no one to warn her. This isn't something you can change."

"Then why don't you change it?" Dean said bitterly. "Your existence wouldn't change if you warned her."

Harry glared at Dean. "Anything that affects you becoming hunters changes who you meet in life. You'd never have met me and I wouldn't know to save her. Are you really such a dumbass Winchester?" Dean backed down realizing how absolutely fruitless his attempts would be.

"Hey! We've got a problem!" John said darting back into the room. "Those sigil things, they're gone."

"Gone as in?"

"I drew one of the front door, turned around, and when I looked back again it was a smudge."

Dean moved into the front room and they heard him call back, "He's right." Harry tried not to find amusement in the offended look on John's face when Dean hadn't just taken his word for it.

A terrible screeching noise filled the room and everyone but Harry grabbed their ears. Harry held up his hand and the sound seemed to dampen. "Get into the front room!" Harry ordered. "That's not Anna."

"What was that sound?" John asked still rubbing his ears as they all made their way toward Dean. The glass on the outside of the cabin began to shatter.

"An angel's true voice speaking enochian." Harry answered bluntly.

"Harry!" Jo said in pleasant surprise when she spotted the man at the back of the group.

He gave her an acknowledging nod, but little else.

The front door burst open revealing a man in a nicely tailored suit. It was standard gear for angels but it did nothing to hide the angel's energy from Harry.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean blurted eying the man.

"Uriel." Harry answered before the angel could. The angel lifted an eyebrow.

"Have we met?" he asked and then he seemed to really take Harry in and realized he wasn't human.

"Not yet in your time stream, no." Harry replied with a smirk. "But time has barely seemed to change you. I bet you're just as much a dick now as you will be in thirty years. Imagine that."

Sam nodded to Dean and Dean and Jo lunged to take on Uriel just as Anna appeared in the other doorway. Uriel warded off a blow from Dean, but missed the smaller girl who got in what would have been a nice blow if she were fighting a human. In Uriel's case it was simply annoying. He swatted her aside and she hit the wall, sliding to the ground bonelessly. Dean distracted the angel from the fallen girl by hitting him with a large piece of wood he found near the door.

"Here goes nothing!" Sam said going straight for Anna with the angel blade.

Harry winced as she knocked the blade from his hand but was glad the man hadn't succeeded in killing the angel. John launched himself at the knife, but Anna grabbed him and simply tossed him through the air like he weighed nothing. Harry slowed the man's descent after he crashed through the wall trying to make sure he didn't hurt himself too badly.

When he turned back Sam was on the floor again but with a long pole shoved through his chest.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled desperately, horrified.

"Merlin!" Harry said smacking his head. "Is he dead again?!"

Anna advanced on a horrified Mary who was watching her supposed son die on the floor in front of her. She hit an invisible barrier and stopped staring at Harry who moved in front of the stunned Winchester. "That's enough Anna."

"It will be when she's dead." Anna tried to amend.

"No. Don't you get it? They can be replicated! It may not be easy but the angels could do it." Harry said angrily flinging his hands in the air. "And they would. Take away their toys and they'd simply create new ones. They don't need Sam and Dean's personalities. They need vessels. The biological compatibility of a vessel comes from genetics. And they needed siblings for the historical aspect. It's replicable Anna. And if they recreated the vessels elsewhere we'd have no leads. We'd have no idea who they were. We'd have to start from scratch! And there's no guarantee that the new vessels would be anywhere near as willing to put up a fight against the angels when they came knocking."

"Anna."

Harry took a deep breath staring into Anna's paling face. The deep voice had been unexpected, though somewhere in the back of his mind he had realized another angel had joined them there.

"Michael." Anna replied breathlessly.

Michael moved to put his hand on Anna's shoulder and Harry recognized the gesture for what it was. He widened the force field to block the hand and narrowed his eyes as Michael seemed to focus on him for the first time. "Don't you dare." Harry seethed.

"Harry." Michael acknowledged looking less than pleased to see the man. "I'm afraid Anna has overstepped herself this time."

Harry shook his head. "Then as the person responsible for her now, I'll deal with it." He said with heat. "Scuttle back to your legion of worshippers."

"Michael." Uriel said from where he stopped fighting. "I didn't know."

Michael glanced over to the angel but barely spared him a thought. "Goodbye Uriel." He said with a snap of his fingers and the other angel was gone. He turned back to Harry and eyed him. "You always did have a tendency to take the wrong side in fights."

Dean was sure it was impossible for Harry to look any more hateful.

"What have you done to John?" Mary asked worriedly.

"John is fine." Michael assured her from within John's body.

"What…what are you?" she asked fearfully.

"Sssh." Michael said placing a finger to her forehead and catching her as she dropped.

Harry watched it all with glowering eyes.

"You seem to have something on your forehead Potter." Michael said eying the design. "And you smell like my brother."

Harry glared. "I take offense to that."

"Of course you do. It was an insult." Michael said still in the annoyingly monotone way of his. "It's rare that I catch you at moments when your guard is down."

"Yeah? Don't get used to it."

Michael shrugged. "I wonder what happens if I do this." Michael swished his hand from left to right and Harry felt only the slightest touch against his forehead but it was enough to disrupt the lines of the rune.

Harry let out a distressed cry his mind seemed to explode with thought. It was an overload that his brain couldn't handle and it felt like he was losing control. The lights of the cabin dimmed and then grew far too bright before shattering. The entire structure was shaking as Harry gripped his head.

"The runes of your people were so fragile, easily manipulated. One line here or there could reverse its meaning entirely." Michael said watching with obvious amusement. "And of course the medium you chose to write it in, while great for enhancing its strength is easily changed."

"What have you done to him?" Anna said kneeling next to Harry. His eyes were wide and unseeing it seemed.

"Exactly what I said. I've reversed the runes effect. He should feel like Lucifer is screaming through his mind right now. Of course there could be other, more permanent side effects."

"How do we stop it?" Dean said with a fierce glare.

Michael turned apathetic eyes on Dean. "I'd say our conversation is long overdue Dean."

"Fix them." Dean indicated his brother and Harry.

"First we talk." A rush of wings filled the air and Anna was gone taking Harry with her. "Then I'll fix your darling Sammy."

So I was thinking about doing something interesting starting right here. I'm going to continue writing this version of the story, but I also wanted a different branch where Harry turns…essentially evil. I was thinking that would be pretty awesome to write but I don't want that to happen in this version. So what to do? Write two versions of course! :D

I'm not sure when I'll release that, or even if I'll feel like writing it by the time I've concluded this version but I'll let you guys know if I do so you can read that too if you want. I might hold off on releasing it simply to avoid confusion.

Oh, and for those interested in seeing the difference, I've tweaked the conversation in chapter seven about Harry's origins. It reads mostly the same, but I went ahead and threw in a bit more detail and due to about three pms and several reviews curious about my lack of using the term 'nephilim' I've thrown that word into the mix as well, just not in the way most are expecting. Still, it'll clear a few things up hopefully.

Sorry again about the delay. 'Til next time guys!

~Kanathia