What a Tangled Web We Weave

Chapter 1

A sleek, shiny, black '67 Chevy Impala came to a rolling stop in front of another rundown motel. The doors came open, and the first to come out was the driver, Dean Winchester, a good looking hunter who had a smirk on his face. The next was on the passenger side, his name was Sam Winchester, brother of Dean, and he too was very good looking. Then lastly, Dean pushed the front seat up and let out one Harry Potter-Winchester. He came out of the car and stood on his tip-toes to give his husband, Dean, a kiss on the cheek. Grabbing hold of Harry's hand, Dean led them to front desk of this flee bag motel.

They were in Jericho, California, stopping for the night after a long day of driving. After getting their room, they headed back to the car to grab their bags and head to the room that they were assigned. Room number 8; it was a retro room that looked like they time traveled back to the '60's. It held two beds, a crappy TV and a bathroom so that was all that mattered; placing their stuff on their respectable beds they went to get ready for bed. Sammy went in first for the shower, while Dean and Harry fell back on to the bed simultaneously. Both lay there, clasping hands as they looked at the ceiling above them, which was sort of yellow after many years and most likely plumbing issues. They started to crack up laughing; it was routine for them to see how many things were wrong with the rooms that they stayed in. They usually went in sections; this motel was obviously focused on the ceiling.

They turned their heads to look at one another, gazing into the other's eyes. They were clearly in love, something they both did not take for granted. For Dean, this was his first love. His whole life was one night stands and meaningless sex; Harry was the first person that caught his attention when they met for the first time so many years ago. It took him forever to gather up the courage to ask him out, and for a whole year did not have sex with anyone (even before he was with Harry). For Harry, it was his second love, but something he wanted to keep more than anything, especially for his sanity. He couldn't loose another love like before; he did not think he could handle it. He remember when Sam and Dean found him in the motel room with his slit wrists; how they rushed to him and took care of them, how scared they were for him (this was before Dean and him got together though). To him, Sam and Dean were the only things that mattered anymore in this crap world, and would go to the ends of the Earth for them. What made Harry stop and smile was the fact that they would do the same for him.

When Sam came out, half naked, clad in only a towel, Harry drooled as he always did; staring too long for his lovers liking. Licking his lips, Harry finally stopped staring before getting up and helping his husband up. Sam left to get some snacks for tomorrow's road trip as Harry and Dean showered together…to conserve water, of course.

The next morning, before any of them awoke; the shrilling sound of Dean's cell phone went off. Reaching for it blindly, refusing to open his tired eyes, Dean picked it up and flipped it open.

"Hello?" he asked half slurred from sleep.

"Dean? It's Bobby. Did I wake ya'?"

"Yeah, you did. What's up?" he asked, yawning.

"You boys need something to hunt? Well I got something for you, if you are interested."

Dean sat up slowly, not wanting to wake the peaceful looking Harry, who lay curled in a ball, head on Dean's chest.

"Yeah Bobby, we can do it, just tell me what the hunt it is and where."

"There have been many disappearances and sudden murders in the Washington lately. Now it has been getting better, but I know for a fact that there was no hunter that went and stopped it, so whatever is going on, might just be taking a breather before it starts up again, so I would like you too go up and see what it is and stop it. I have focused the search more to a small town called Forks, Washington."

Here Dean did not answer right away; Harry had told him all about Edward and that fiasco. He also told him where it was, so that they could avoid it, if it at all possible. Glancing down at his little love, he then answered Bobby.

"Umm I am not sure if we will be able to do that, I need to talk to Sam and Harry first, OK?"

"Yeah, sure, just make sure you make a decision quick, you idgit. Call me back as soon as you do." And then Bobby hung up.

Lying back down, he went over all the possibilities of Harry meeting up with his Ex again. Not that he thought that they would get back together, but could Harry handle the situation if it should arise? Dean thought more and yes he could.

'Kitten?" Dean nudged his husband's shoulder to wake him up. All Harry did was whimper and curl into an even tighter ball. Laughing softly, he ran his hands through Harry's hair and stroked his cheek. Slowly, but surely, Harry started to wake up; first, by rubbing his tired eyes on his lover's stomach. Grasping the tee shirt in his hand, still not opening his eyes, he mumbled a quick, "What?"

"Love, you got to wake up, I need to speak to you and Sammy about something."

Opening one eye, and looking at his older husband, he pushed himself up, tumbling off of Dean, but still on the bed. Now that he was awake, Dean decided to wake up Sam.

"Sam! Get your ass up!" He shouted over to his sleeping brother, who lay sprawled across the bed. Jerking up in surprise, Sammy rubbed his tired eyes, before he glared at Dean.

"What?!" he half yelled.

"Need to talk to your and 'Ry (sounds like Ree) about the hunt that Bobby just asked us to do. It is kind of important and I want to get through this once."

A few minuets later, when everyone was officially awake and paying attention, Dean started to tell them about the hunt that Bobby called about. It was to the point where he was going to tell them where this hunt would take place when he had to pause. He glanced, nervously, at Harry and said, "Harry, I love you and I am going to accept any decision you make…this is your call." Harry looked at him confused, wondering what was going on.

"The hunt takes place in Forks, Washington."

A gasp was heard from Harry and Sam just looked startled, never expecting that. Dean laid a hand on his love's shoulder to comfort him as much as he could. Harry did not cry or yell about how this was not happen; he just sat there calmly and looking as if he was just trying to absorb all the information.

"Seriously?" he finally asked. And then he seemed to deflate and start to pout; that was when Dean knew he was OK, at least a little bit.

"Ýeah, sorry babe," said Dean.

"Well, I guess we have no choice. I don't plan to let innocent people die just because I can be a stubborn bastard."

"Are you sure?" asked Sam

"Well, yeah, I mean I am over him now. I have Dean in my life and he is all the man I could ever want or need."

"That's my boy!" said a happy Dean, wrapping his arm around his husband's thin waist.

And as Harry nodded in agreement to the statement, he silently wondered himself if what he said was true. Was he over Edward?

A/N: WOOO!!! Chapter 1 done!!!!!!!! I am done for this week's quota. And might I say, it is overwhelming the amount of reviews I got for just the prologue!!!! THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!!!

Also about the timeline, just go with it, I know I am. I realize it's strange but I don't think I can change it now. Grrrr.

Thank you,

Sara aka the bitter princess