What a Tangled Web we Weave

As Harry tried to clear his mind of the feeling he got when Edward touched him, Dean and the said vampire were having some epic glare fest. The look of pure unadulterated hate coming from Dean's eyes, sent shivers down Sam's back. The only other time when gave that look, he was facing the yellow eyed demon and Jake, one of the other psychic children who stabbed and killed Sam. Edward was on Dean's most hated list, and things were going to start getting ugly around here. Harry snapped out of his haze and saw the two men about to kill each other; standing up he stepped in between the two.

"Stop it! Both of you! You are acting like children. Dean you are a full ass grown adult, and Edward you are friggen ancient, why the hell are you being so prissy?" Harry shouted at them angrily.

"Harry this 'thing' was touching you, it has to be put down!" growled out Dean.

"Honey, I love you, but you know you could not actually do that right?" asked Dean's smaller husband. The elder hunter stopped glaring at Edward for a second to glare at Harry, who just looked back up with wide eyes.

"What is going on Edward?" asked Bella as she tried to sound innocent as possible, failing to do so, though. She glared at Harry, and hooked her arm around Edward's.

"This bastard killed my mate!" he said angrily, forgetting who he was talking too and everyone around him. A gasp resounded throughout the room; everyone thought that Bella was his mate. Realizing his mistake, he blinked rapidly, tensed up and looked down at his wife with sad eyes. Bella looked back up at her husband with a betrayed and downright pissed off look in her eyes. She let go of Edward and straightened up, presenting herself as a 'proud' woman (didn't work by the way) and marched out of the house, forgetting about Reneseme all together.

Outside of the house she yelled out, "If you want me to forgive you, you are going to have to come crawling Edward Anthony Mason-Cullen!" Back inside of the house, the place was dead quiet, all the attention on Edward now. He looked around, hearing so many thoughts bombard his head. Alice was confused on whether she should be happy for Harry being Edward's true mate or pissed off because Edward was breaking Bella's heart. Rosalie was excited, thinking "Finally!" Emmet was just confused; Jasper was too busy straightening out everyone else's emotions to figure out his own. Carlisle saw this coming from a mile away apparently. He was surprised that Edward got together with Bella at all, after all he had been the happiest with Harry; Esme was pissed at how easily Edward would dump her daughter for Harry. It was one big mess after another…and the three Winchesters? Nothing. Their minds were blank and Edward was getting very frustrated.

"Why can't I read you?" he asked the three, ignoring that his love life was in serious danger of leaving him.

"It was because I placed a spell on the both of them when we got into hunting together so that no one could enter their minds, and read their thoughts or manipulate them." Harry said as he played with the sleeves of Dean's leather jacket. When he got shocked and nervous and over loaded he tended to do that, not that Dean minded at all. He knew it was time for Harry to rest; he needed to have time to take in everything of this day.

"OK, it is time for the three of us to be heading out, we'll meet with sometime tomorrow after we've gotten some rest." said Dean as he ushered out his little brother and his husband out of the door. "It's been a pleasure," he said with a smirk and a sarcastic tone. He was not pissed off anymore, having all that anger deflate at the sight of his confused, over emotional love. Right now, all he cared about was just making sure that Harry was all right. Taking Harry and Sam back to the motel, Dean thought of all the things that went wrong tonight. First that idiot ex-boyfriend of Harry's told everyone, including his own wife, that Dean's husband was his mate. Who the hell did he think he was! That fucker, thought Dean as he tightened his grip on Harry's waist.

After all that Dean and Harry has been through, Dean would be a fool to think that anyone else was his Harry's mate. They both went to hell for the other. They killed, tortured and have been killed to be with each other. Dean looked back on that time that Sammy was killed; it was like everything besides Harry became non-existent. Nothing in this world was left to fight for. Nothing but Harry. Sammy was his little brother, and he couldn't survive without him. That night was torturous, the worst, for he lost both Sam and Harry in that one day.

Flashback insert here!

You see, after Sam got kidnapped by the demons and taken to Cold Oak, another psychic stabbed Sam in the back, killing him in the process. Holding his lifeless brother in his hands was the worst thing that he thought could happen. He could not think straight, couldn't see how hurt everyone else was by Sam's death. Did not see what it did to Harry, to see Dean like this. So, as he told Sam's body of how he was when he was little, Harry made out a plan. A very stupid plan. Dean's husband wrote Dean a letter; really it was just a note. He explained that Dean would never be truly here without Sam and that he was sorry, but he had to do it. 'It' was going to the crossroads demon and making a deal for Sammy's life. So just like that, Sam was alive and Harry was dead…in hell. It did not make things better. Not at all.

It took Bobby, Sam and a newly turned up Ellen, to hold on to Dean as he screamed and kicked and punched anything. He violently tried to get out of their grasps, needing to save Harry, his husband. His life. After an hour, Dean grew tired, dropped to his knees, head hung low. He did not talk for weeks after. He would not acknowledge anyone. Until finally, he talked to Sam, his voice hoarse from all that time without use. With emotionless eyes, he told Sam exactly what he told him when he was dead. Told him, about when they were kids and everything he always wanted to say, but never did because of pride. Sam became very worried and went to talk with Bobby about what happened. When he got back, to talk with Dean, his brother was gone; a note similar to Harry's lying on the bed. Dean went to make a deal.

And just like that Dean was gone. Sam had ran, ran like he never had before, to only find a lifeless body of his brother on the only crossroads for miles. Sam dropped to the ground, sinking to his knees as he cried, sobbed tears of despair and loss. He held him like that for hours until Bobby had found him and had managed to drag Sam away. Sam, though he wanted to fight, couldn't, there was no energy in him to do so. When they returned to the house with Dean's body covered up by a sheet in the back seat, the phone rang. Bobby was going to let it ring but it started up again and the consistent ringing annoyed him.

"What?" he gruffly answered the phone.

"Bobby?" asked a shaky voice on the other end of the line. The said man almost dropped the phone, with eyes staring at Sam, he whispered, "Harry?"

"Harry?" asked Sam as he grabbed the phone out of Bobby's shocked hand. He pressed it to his ear, holding it like a life line.

"Sammy?" asked the teary green eyed wizard. He sounded wounded and hurt and it made Sam's heart clench in pain.

"My god, Harry, listen to me, where are you? Are you OK?"

"Umm I don't know where I am. I just woke up in this grave and had to climb out. I am OK, but I am scared. Can you and Dean come get me?"

"Yeah Harry, I…I will come get you. I know exactly where you are. Stay put." And he hung up the phone before his brother in law asked him about Dean.

It was an hour away; where they buried Harry. Dean never wanted to cremate him…he refused. Sam now knew why. Standing in the cold, shaking like a leaf, was Harry. He was covered in dirt and twigs and he was crying. He looked up though when he heard the Impala's engine. Sam stopped the car and raced out and almost tackled his brother in a hug. Harry wrapped his arms around Sammy's neck and hugged him just as hard, never thinking he would see his family ever again. It was one big emotional whirlwind after another. It took only two seconds to realize that Dean was not, in fact, there. Looking around, almost giving him whiplash on how fast he twisted his head in order to see where his husband was. There was no Dean though. No Dean at all and Harry started to shake again.

"Harry," Sam started, "Harry, calm down, it is OK, you are going to be alright."

"Where…where is he?" asked the raven haired man with a hoarse voice.

"Harry, Dean…is not with us anymore. See he…" but Sam never got to finish, because Harry started to call out Dean's name even though he was quickly losing his voice. He called his husband and best friend's name so many times, tears streaming down his face. It was heart wrenching for Sam to see.

"DEAN!" but no one answered back.