Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all recognizable items from it belong to J.K. Rowling & Warner Brothers. Supernatural and all recognizable items from the show belong to Eric Kripke and Warner Brothers. Anything else that you don't recognize, and is original material, is all mine. I can only wish I was as creative as to think of these brilliant additions to pop culture first.

Genre: Action/Romance/Drama/Suspense

Rating: MA (for a reason)

Warning: Will contain major SLASH themes. Canon-Compliant up until Book 6 of Harry Potter, and changes Supernatural to include Harry and that J.K. Rowling never published the Harry Potter series LOL. All lyrics at the beginning of chapters, as well as story titles, belong to their respective authors.

Summary: The war against Voldemort ends and Harry is victorious, but at what cost? Harry passes through the veil after Sirius and ends up in a world without any Wizarding society. Harry starts his new life and attends university with Sam Winchester. Harry becomes an intricate part of the lives of the Winchester brothers before his secret is revealed.

Author's Note: I knew we'd get to 700 reviews but I didn't think we'd get past that!!! You guys rock!

Just a few quick clarifications from last chapter: All of those scenes were just snippets of Harry's time as a prisoner in the panic room. John interrogated him several times a day, every day. Sam and Bobby's visits were more frequent and gradually friendlier. It would have taken several chapters to cover all of them properly so I just included the parts that were most relevant to the story as a whole.

This chapter picks up a few hours after the end of the last one, just so you know.

WARNINGS FOR EXTREME, GRAPHIC SEXUAL SITUATIONS AND, OF COURSE, EVIL CLIFFHANGERS!!!

As always, check out the Author's Notes at the end of the chapter for more information :)

You Leave the World Behind

Moriarty's Minion

Chapter 12:
"Earth, Wind & Liars"

"It feels like the first time,
It feels like the very first time.
I have waited a lifetime,
Spent my time so foolishly.
But now that I've found you,
Together we'll make history."

- Foreigner, Feels Like The First Time

THEN…

With a fervid need, Dean drove himself into the taut crevice again and again, his body pleading for the mercy of relief. With a final whimper into Harry's neck, Dean's body expelled itself deep within Harry.

Dean lay his sweat drenched forehead on Harry's back while his body shook and trembled at the completion of his labor. Dean removed himself from Harry and wrapped his arms around him while they little by little regained in their speedy breaths.

When they were clean and dry, they climbed under the bed sheets and tangled themselves comfortably around one another. They each enjoyed a long silence of just holding and touching, sweet kisses and appreciating each other.

The rest could wait until morning.

NOW…

Harry sighed contentedly as he felt soft lips pressing against his shoulder blade. Dean's long arms were locked around him, keeping Harry's back tight against the hunter's muscled chest. Harry's toes curled as Dean's lips made contact with his neck, before teeth tugged playfully at his earlobes. Dean buried his nose in Harry's hair and inhaled lightly, remembering the scent of his lover.

"What are you doing?" Harry asked sleepily.

"Smelling you," Dean answered, taking another whiff. "I missed your scent."

"I wasn't exactly given showers while I was away, Dean," Harry said embarrassed. "And the cleaning charms I've been using down here only go so far."

Dean closed his arms tighter around Harry. "You've been doing magic down here?"

"Um… yes?"

Dean felt Harry nudge at his arms and loosened them enough for Harry to renegotiate their positions. Harry twisted in Dean's arms and brought their fronts together, burying himself in Dean's chest. Dean locked his arms around Harry again.

"Is that a problem?" Harry asked hesitantly after listening to Dean's heart pumping through his chest.

"No," Dean said, clearly unnerved at the idea. "I just… Bobby said this room had really powerful protections. We just assumed they would block your abilities."

"I didn't do anything big," Harry clarified. "Just simple stuff for comfort. Like making the bed bigger, more comfortable… a few cleaning charms so I don't go ripe down here."

Dean frowned, realizing for the first time that both of them wouldn't have fit on the cot normally. How had he missed that?

"I knew this mattress couldn't be this comfortable normally," Dean muttered aloud. Harry pressed an amused kiss into his shoulder.

"You're not still worried I made you gay with a spell are you?" Harry asked, poking Dean in his stomach.

"No," Dean denied with a grin, "though Big Dean might disagree."

To emphasize his point he pushed Big Dean against Harry's own counterpart. Harry moaned at the contact.

Harry returned Dean's grin and asked, "Oh, really? Maybe I should interrogate Big Dean a little? See if I can't change his mind…"

Dean surprised Harry by bringing his face up to meet his. He kissed Harry soundly on the lips before shaking his head. "I'm not taking advantage of you again, Harry. You always go down, and I always let you."

Harry shrugged, "I know you're not 100% comfortable with it."

"And I'm not going to adjust if I don't get used to it, am I?" Dean challenged. "Besides… I want to."

Harry bit his lip, looking concerned.

"That is, unless you don't want me to?" Dean asked nervously, seeing Harry's less than excited expression.

"I do, it's just…"

"Just what?"

Harry ducked his head into Dean' shoulder and mumbled something inaudible. Dean forced Harry to come out of hiding. "Sorry, didn't catch that last bit, Harry."

Harry sighed. "That's what the shape shifter said to me. It's how he got me to drop my guard."

Dean froze at the mention of the incident with the shape shifter. "Oh."

"I know you're not a shifter, Dean."

"That's good… I guess."

Harry felt Big Dean deflating against his thigh. Dean unlocked his arms from around Harry and let himself fall back completely against the mattress. Harry stayed at his side, looking down at him.

"I guess I didn't think about that," Dean murmured softly. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Dean," Harry assured him. "I let myself get fooled because I was such an idiot. There were so many signs that that thing wasn't you and I missed them all. It was my fault."

"That's not why I'm sorry, Harry," Dean explained. "I know he used my form to… to seduce you. I should have thought about that before attacking you last night."

"Why would that matter?" Harry asked, confusion etched across his features.

"Doesn't it make you uncomfortable?" Dean asked nervously, eyes never meeting Harry's. "You must not want me touching you."

"And I thought I was the idiot," Harry said, smiling slightly. Harry grabbed Dean's hips and hoisted himself up so that he was straddling Dean. Harry let his ass fall gently on top of Big Dean, his own member pointing rigidly up at Dean's bellybutton. "Does it feel like I don't want you touching me, Dean?"

"No," Dean answered, dazed at the pleasurable feeling of Harry on top of him. Big Dean was poised perfect between Harry's ass cheeks. Just a little push and their previous show would have an encore.

"Then don't worry about it," Harry ordered, rocking forward to gentle rub Big Dean with his ass.

"Yes, sir," Dean replied submissively. He groaned as the top of his length became wedged between Harry. Not to be outdone, Dean stroked Harry with his right hand. His left hand went to Harry's hips in an effort to get his lover to start moving.

Harry leaned down for a kiss, releasing Big Dean as his body moved into a crouching position above Dean. Dean's hands cupped Harry's face even as his hips began rising off the bed in an effort to find where Harry's body had disappeared to. Harry chuckled against his lips.

"You are so needy," Harry teased.

"Not enough love in my childhood, Harry," Dean defended, giving him his puppy eye look. "Now don't you feel bad depriving me of sex?"

Harry used a free hand to pull Big Dean up to Dean's stomach. Harry took his original position, straddling Dean, but this time kept their cocks together. Harry wrapped Dean's hand, which were much larger than Harry's, around their lengths and moved it up and down. Both men moaned at the contact.

"Fuck," Dean swore, as he realized that the light from the ceiling was growing brighter.

"That's the idea," Harry joked, increasing the pressure against Big Dean.

"No, not that," Dean said breathily, "it's getting light out."

"So?" Harry asked, not sure where Dean was going with that train of thought.

"Sam's shift starts soon," Dean explained, watching Harry's eyes go wide in understanding.

"Do we have enough time to finish?" Harry asked, starting to hump into Dean's hand in case they didn't.

Dean shook his head, "We just came a few hours ago, Harry. It's gonna take me a bit to blow again."

Harry slowed his motion against Dean. "I might have an idea… if you trust me."

"Oh, yeah?" Dean asked nervously at the mischievous glint in Harry's eyes. "What idea?"

"If you trust me," Harry said, pecking Dean's lips. "I know a sex spell that could help us get there faster."

Dean eyed Harry warily. "Like that one in the dorm? That lasted hours, Harry, how's that supposed to help us go faster?"

"It's a different spell," Harry explained. "It might be a little weird for you, since you've never bottomed before, but I think you'll like it."

"What do I have to do?" Dean asked, still wary but slowly warming up to the idea.

"Just lie there and enjoy," Harry said vaguely. "Do you trust me, Dean?"

Dean thought about it. He was still pissed at Harry for lying, but he already knew he'd get over that. He still wanted to know more about Harry's past and he wasn't going to stop asking questions until Harry gave up the answers. If this got Harry to be more comfortable confiding in him, than it was worth it.

Dean nodded.

"But we still have stuff to talk about after, Harry," Dean warned him, not wanting Harry to take his acceptance as a sign that all was forgiven or understood.

"I know, Dean," Harry said softly, a sad smile on his face. "Are you ready?"

Dean nodded. Harry moved down Dean's body, pressing kisses everywhere but on Big Dean. At first Dean thought Harry was going to try sucking on his Big Dean's two friends, but then he felt Harry's slick finger entering him.

"Are you crazy?" Dean practically shouted, his voice going high pitched in surprise. "I didn't agree to bottom!"

Harry grinned up at him. "And you won't. You trust me, remember?"

Dean nodded reluctantly and laid back down on the mattress at Harry's glare. He felt Harry stretch him awkwardly, not acknowledging that it didn't feel so terrible with Harry's fingers inside him. He felt Big Dean jerk slightly as the idea of Harry's mouth on him while his fingers invaded him.

Maybe next time… Dean thought.

Suddenly he felt Harry's fingers hit something inside of him that really liked getting attention. Dean yelped and then shuddered in pleasure.

"Is that it?" Dean asked, raising his head slightly, trying to see what Harry was doing.

"No," Harry said from below him, "that's just your prostate. You know, that lovely pleasure target I always ask you to hit. My spell stimulates yours, as if it were me inside of you hitting your pleasure button. Hang on, I'm going to apply the charm now…"

Dean's hands fisted the sheets as he felt Harry's spell connect with his prostate. It tingled in pleasure and burned as the magic coated the organ. "Oh, shit… that's fucking amazing."

Harry climbed back on top of him, idly stroking Big Dean. "Alright, I'm going to do my lubrication charm and then we're in business."

Dean nodded waiting for the feeling of his prostate being pleasured to return. He frowned when, after several minutes of Harry stretching himself, that the feeling did not return.

"I don't think it's working, Harry," Dean said, surprising himself with his disappointed tone.

"Don't worry," Harry assured him, "it will."

With that Harry aimed Big Dean at his entrance and began to impale himself. Dean groaned at the tightness that was swallowing him whole. After giving Harry a moment to adjust, Dean gave a gentle thrust. Harry moaned.

"Now look for that special spot, Dean," Harry instructed, moving himself up and down. Dean began his usual route of just letting Harry bob up and down on top of him. Eventually he began angling himself inside Harry, waiting for the tell tale reaction that he'd found Harry's prostate. A second after Dean felt himself brush against the prostate Harry gave a low groan of approval.

"HOLY SHIT!" Dean screamed in pleasure, stopping himself and Harry from moving. His body shuddered in pleasure as his prostate exploded in euphoria. Harry smiled in pride.

"It's the spell, Dean," Harry explained with a grin. "Every time you hit my prostate, the spell activates on your own prostate."

"This is what you feel every time?" Dean asked in disbelief.

Harry chuckled and shook his head. "You were worried that you would take too long to finish so I may have amped up the juice a little."

"A little?" Dean echoed back suspiciously.

Harry shrugged innocently. "What you feel is what I feel… just maximized by five times."

"You'll be the death of me," Dean muttered into his lover's shoulder.

"Look on the bright side," Harry joked, a happy grin plastered on his face, "it brings a whole new meaning to 'go fuck yourself', doesn't it?"

Dean didn't get a chance to respond as Harry began riding him, full force. Harry was careful not to let Dean hit the prostate too many times for fear that Big Dean would arrive too early. Dean became absolutely convinced that the spell was increasing the pleasure level each time, as the intensity only appeared to rise. He was just too happy to care at the moment.

Harry knew Dean had had enough when he began to babble incoherently. Harry looked lovingly at the big goofy grin on Dean's face and knew that he'd always love Dean. He just hoped that Dean would eventually come to the same conclusion.

He recast the silencing spell he'd placed on the panic room, knowingly from past experience that Dean was unreasonably loud when he climaxed due to sex spells. Not that Harry minded…

Seconds later Dean was crying out in surprise and Harry felt Big Dean shooting inside of him. Harry gave in to his own weakness and let himself spill freely between them. Then Dean's tongue was inside his mouth and all coherent thoughts were gone from his mind…

Dean shut the large panic room door behind him, tensing as the sound of the metallic clang echoed off the walls. He waited nervously to see if anyone would come running, but apparently no one had been awakened by the noise.

Dean checked his watch and blew a breath of relieved air. Harry had woken him with only a few minutes to spare before Sam's watch was officially supposed to begin. Dean grinned at the memory of Harry helping him get dressed. He'd never thought having someone put your clothes on could be just as exciting as having someone take them off.

Knowing there was no way for him to get busted for his night with Harry, he collapsed into the guard chair that Bobby had placed outside of the door. He combed his hair with his hand and tried to get his heart rate back under control. He'd always thought that that night with Harry in the dormitory had been the best sex he'd ever had; now he knew he was dead wrong. The best sex of his life had just taken place… and he had a future of more time with Harry to look forward to.

Hmm, Dean thought to himself, maybe dating a Wizard isn't so bad after all.

Loud, clumsy footsteps echoed down the hallway alerting Dean to Sam's arrival. Dean shook his head in criticism of Sam's stealth technique.

"What?" Sam asked, looking down at his shirt to see if he'd spilled any of his breakfast on it.

"How long have you been my little brother and I still can't get you to walk quietly?" Dean commented dryly.

"What's up your butt?" Sam asked grumpily.

Dean choked and turned bright red.

"You okay, Dean?" Sam asked, rushing to his side.

"Yeah, Sammy," Dean said, waving him off. "I'm fine. Just a long night. I'm going to go get some shut eye."

"If you're sure?" Sam asked concerned.

Dean nodded, "It'd take a lot more than a night with no sleep to get to me, Sammy."

Dean made it half way down the corridor before Sam's voice stopped him. "Oh, Dean?"

"What?" Dean snapped, turning around to fix his younger brother with a sharp glare.

Sam grinned mischievously. "You might want to zip up your fly before Dad sees you."

Dean looked down and, sure enough, his fly was open and the bottom of his AC/DC shirt was sticking through. Dean blushed. So much for Harry helping him get dressed.

"Not one word, Sammy," Dean threatened, already fleeing the scene. "Not one fucking word."

Dean traded an amused Sam for guard duty again that night.

"Have a good night, Dean," Sam teased on his way out of the panic room. Harry waited until Dean had closed the door behind him before giving him a welcoming kiss.

"What was that for?" Dean asked, pleasantly surprised by Harry's loving attentions.

Harry shrugged. "For last night, for this morning, for… right now."

Harry's hands undid Dean's jeans buckle and then the button and zipper. Dean took Harry's hand and trapped them in his own grip.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked. "I thought we were going to… you know…"

Dean shook his head. "I think we've done enough of that for one day. We should talk."

"Okay," Harry agreed nervously. "What do you want to talk about first?"

Dean led Harry to the cot and climbed onto the magically expanded mattress. He scooted all the way against the wall and motioned for Harry to join him. Harry paused for a moment, obviously debating whether or not to bolt, and then climbed in. The fact that Dean had arranged them exactly as they had been that morning while cuddling was not lost on Harry.

"First things first, Harry," Dean said formally. "Ground rules."

"Funny I thought you were, Dean, not Sam," Harry joked nervously. Dean put a finger to Harry's lips to silence him. Harry nodded when his nerves died down and Dean removed the offending finger.

"First rule is that there are no more lies," Dean said. "I think we can both agree to that one easily enough." Harry nodded.

"Okay, that was the only rule I thought of," Dean confessed, looking around the room awkwardly. Harry giggled at Dean's sudden idiocy.

"How about we both have to answer questions?" Harry suggested firmly, challenging the sudden defiance in Dean's eyes. "Fair is fair, Winchester."

Dean rolled his eyes in compliance. "Deal."

"So what do you want to know?" Harry asked, nerves returning. What if Dean wanted to know if he'd ever tortured someone? Even if it was Bella, who deserved much worse for what she'd done to Sirius, it might make Dean distrust him. And what about Sirius? How were Dean and the rest of his hunter family going to take to the idea of an ex-convict with magical powers roaming the world? Sweet Merlin, Harry was going to have to explain the whole 'I'm from another universe' thing!

"Harry, calm down!" Dean ordered, shaking Harry after he'd zoned out for a few minutes. "Will you relax?"

"I'm fine," Harry lied.

"It's okay, Harry," Dean told him reassuringly. "I'm nervous to how you'll react to some of my shit, too. Granted, it's probably not as bad as your Wizard shit."

"There's nothing wrong with my 'Wizard shit', Dean Winchester," Harry defended. "You hunters are just too narrow minded to think that anything non-human could be good."

"We'll see," Dean murmured to himself.

Harry glared at him before nestling into Dean's shoulder. "Go on, Dean, ask me something."

"Have you ever killed anyone?" Dean asked immediately. He cringed when he felt Harry tense in his arms.

"Going right for the throat, aren't you?" Harry noted, making Dean feel guilty. "Can't say I'm surprised though. You must have been thinking about that for some time."

Dean nodded. "Sorry, it's just… I gotta know."

Harry sighed. "I'm assuming you mean besides the demons that I killed trying to save you and Sammy's lives? Than the answer is yes, I have killed before. But they weren't good people and they always meant someone severe harm."

"So no sacrificing babies or anything?" Dean asked, sounding relieved.

Harry's eyes went wide. "What kind of witches do you people have here?"

Dean shrugged. "Apparently the bad kind."

"My turn," Harry said. "You ever want to be something besides a hunter?"

This time it was Dean who tensed. "No."

Harry pinched his nipple hard. "Don't lie."

"A fireman, okay?" Dean asked waiting for Harry to stop with the nipple pinching. "They gave a talk at my school when I was in kindergarten and they were the coolest guys I'd ever seen."

"And you wonder if you've ever been into men," Harry muttered to himself, before adding aloud, "So why didn't you pursue it?"

"Dad needed me," Dean said in a shamed whisper. "Sammy needed me."

Harry kissed the nipple through the shirt in support. "Your question."

"You asked what kind of witches we had 'here'," Dean echoed Harry's statement. "Where are you from where the witches are, I guess, good?"

"I'm from an alternate plane of existence," Harry said flatly, hoping that Dean would think he was joking.

"A what?"

Harry sighed. "I come from a world that's parallel to this one. One where magic is commonplace and there are no hunters or evil demons… at least, as far as I know."

"Sounds like a cool place," Dean said wistfully. "Did you ever meet us there?"

"No." Harry shook his head. "I can't believe how well you're accepting this."

"Dude, I hunt supernatural beings everyday. Who else could accept it?"

Harry chuckled. "I guess you're right."

"Are there more of you here?" Dean asked. "I mean, should we start asking every hoodoo doer if they're from an alternate universe?"

"As far as my people knew, the device that sent people here was meant to kill them," Harry explained. "So there aren't that many around. My godfather was sent here ahead of me though."

"If that's true than why were you and your godfather sent here?"

Harry realized the mistake he'd made. He had no choice but to commit to just telling the truth and moving forward. "My godfather was murdered with the device. Luckily it sent him here instead of killing him."

"And you?" Dean asked, his body clinging to Harry's.

"I… I used it voluntarily."

Dean looked Harry in the eyes. "You tried to off yourself?"

Harry nodded, his eyes brimming slightly. "I was so alone, Dean. My parents died when I was a baby. I lost most of my friends over the years. Sirius, my godfather, he was all I had left."

Dean let out a shaky breath. "Everyone who would ever care if I were dead or alive is living under this roof, Harry. I can understand feeling alone. If anything ever happened that took you all away from me…"

Harry was overcome by the impulse to kiss Dean. Dean leaned into the comfort of Harry's embrace. Their arms wrapped around each other trying to fuse their bodies together out of pure will and desperation.

"You're not alone anymore," Dean whispered to Harry.

"Neither are you, Dean."

The Singer Residence

"I thought you had a shift now?" John asked from his spot in front of the television as Sam entered the living room.

Sam grinned at his father. "Dean traded me for it."

John frowned. "I thought he was avoiding the witch."

"Wizard," Sam corrected his father for the umpteenth time. It was clear that his father had been drinking heavily that night. "Harry says that only female practitioners are called Witches. The men are called Wizards."

"You some kind of expert now?"

Sam held up the Occult book in his hands. "Not for a lack of trying. I must have skimmed every book Bobby has on the subject."

"Find anything on 'wizards' yet?" John asked.

Sam shook his head. "They must be extremely rare. I've never seen a demon worshipper wield so much power before. It would explain why no one seems to have heard of them before."

"It would explain why Azazel was so interested in him, too," John speculated. "Or they're in cahoots with each other."

"Not even Azazel would sacrifice his own children just to get to you, Dad," Sam argued.

"We only believe that that Meg woman and her brother were the demon's kids because Dean's fuck buddy says so," John said dismissively. "For whatever that's worth."

"You better not let Dean hear you say that," Sam warned his father. "Or Harry for that matter."

John picked the gun that Sam hadn't seen him concealing and began cleaning. "If that wizard makes one wrong move he won't have the chance to do shit about it."

Sam shuddered at the memory of his father shooting Harry. "I think we can trust him, Dad."

"Trust will get you killed, Sammy," John said. "These supernatural things are packaged to be all innocent looking so that they can get close to you. It's when you trust them that they stab you in the back."

"Harry was my best friend for four years, Dad," Sam argued. "We slept in the same room together at night. He could have killed me anytime he wanted to. Hell, come to think of it, he and Dean slept together at night. If Harry had meant any of us real harm wouldn't he have made his move before now?"

"He ever tell you he was a wizard?" John asked ruefully. "He ever pull out his little wooden wand and clean the dorm room for you?"

"No," Sam responded, "but I never said I was a hunter for the same reasons. People just don't understand this life."

"He lied to you about dating Dean," John pointed out.

"Just like Dean lied to me about dating Harry," Sam returned quickly. "Should I not trust my own brother?"

John's eyes narrowed. "Your brother's had a lax in judgment about this whole issue, Sam."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means what it means, Sam."

Sam sighed dejectedly. "Can't you see that Harry's different, Dad?"

"They all claim to be different, Sammy," John said, taking another drink. "It always ends the same way though."

John cocked the gun.

"Someone always has to die."

The Panic Room

The next morning Sam showed up early to his shift and waited for Dean to exit the panic room. Sam rolled his eyes as Dean stepped through the metal door while he was still stuffing his shirt back into his pants.

"Did you remember your zipper this time?" Sam teased. Dean jumped in surprise and fumbled for his gun before he realized that it was Sam waiting for him.

"Was I running late?" Dean asked confused as to why Sam was waiting for him.

Sam shook his head. "Just decided to be early is all."

Dean eyed his younger brother suspiciously but eventually shrugged it off. "You are such a geek, Sam."

"Bitch," Sam called after Dean's retreating form.

"Jerk," Dean yelled back over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs leading up to the house. Sam waited until he was sure that Dean was gone before unlocking the door and stepping inside.

"Harry?" Sam yelled into the room. He kept his eyes closed in case Harry hadn't completely dressed from his second night with Dean.

He heard Harry chuckle in amusement. "I'm decent, Sam. Not that you haven't seen it all before."

Sam blushed. "Don't remind me. There's a reason Jess always called you the exhibitionist."

"What can I say?" Harry shrugged in false humility. "I'm just proud of my body and not afraid to show it off. Too bad you don't feel the same way about yourself, Sam."

"I'm proud of my body!" Sam defended, blushing at Harry's teasing side coming out. He'd missed the playful banter.

Harry snorted. "Oh, please, whenever we went swimming you still wore a shirt in the pool, Sam."

"Jess never minded."

"Because Jess knew how damn good you looked in a wet t-shirt," Harry teased. "Probably better than in just the swim trunks."

Sam laughed. "I've missed this."

"Me, too," Harry confessed with a happy grin.

"Is that grin for me or something Dean left behind?" Sam teased back.

This time it was Harry who blushed. "Sam!"

"What?" Sam shrugged, not at all ashamed. "I've waited years for you to get serious about someone so that, for once, I could be the one doing all of the teasing!"

Harry put up his hands in defeat. "Alright, I guess I deserve it."

Sam nodded in victory. "Damn right."

"So are you here to tease me about my love life or did you have something specific you wanted to talk about?" Harry asked.

Sam shifted uncomfortably. "I had a question about your magic."

"Oh?" Harry asked, his voice higher than usual.

"My dad mentioned something about a wooden wand last night?" Sam explained. "It could help in my research to prove that your kind of Wizard really does exist."

Harry frowned. "Your dad never asked me about wands, but I assume you have the same stereotypes here that I did in my world about Wizards?"

Sam nodded. "Probably. We've got the whole flying broomsticks, warts on noses, toad kissing, curse casting, wand waving stereotypes here."

"Close enough," Harry agreed.

"Wait," Sam said, pausing. "Did you say 'my world'? As in a world different than this one?"

Harry smiled nervously. "Oh, right. I never told you about that."

"Do you mean to tell me that I spent the last week looking up information on witches and wizards and it doesn't mean jack shit because you're not even from this world?"

"Well, um… yes. Sorry."

"How in God's name did you travel between worlds? Can other wizards do that?"

Harry nodded his head. "They could but it's kind of a one way trip and the consequences are pretty dire. In that way, not many people would."

"But your kind has before?" Sam asked, curious.

Harry nodded. "At least once before. The others could have traveled to an infinite number of other options."

"If one of your kind has been here before than they would have been noticed by someone," Sam decided, taking a deep breath of relief. "If they have, than someone wrote it down somewhere which means I didn't just waste all of my time."

"Happy it worked out."

"Me, too," Sam replied. "Okay, I'm off to read some more. I'll check in later for more information on this other world traveler."

Harry felt a warm, comforting feeling in the pit of his stomach. "If you could find him, Sam, you'd have no idea how important to me it would be."

Sam passed him a piece of paper and a pen. "Jot down a description of the guy, and I'll see if anyone's spotted him doing some major magic."

"Thanks, Sam."

"Anytime, Harry."

The Next Day

The Singer Residence

Bobby opened the paper and glanced at it as he started making his favorite sandwich; a BLT with extra bacon. So what if it was bad for his ticker? Bacon wasn't what was going to kill him so who gave two shits about cholesterol?

Bobby sighed as the phone began ringing just as he began placing the turkey.

"Hello?" Bobby shouted into the house. "Ain't somebody gonna answer that damn phone?"

There was no response from the silent home. Bobby growled in annoyance as he realized that Dean was visiting with Harry and Sam was guarding the door. They wouldn't be able to hear him from beneath the ground where the panic room was hidden. John had gone out to check the traps.

Since they'd brought Harry to the safe house they'd been cautious of any reprisals from the demon community. If Azazel really was after Harry he'd come after him full force. If Harry was somehow giving their location away to the enemy than the same results occurred. John and Bobby had installed demon traps around the property in case any demons decided to visit. John was currently out checking the traps.

Bobby was alone in the house with sticky turkey hands and a ringing phone.

"Aw, shit," Bobby said as he wiped his hands down the front of his shirt and answered the phone. "Singer Auto Salvage Yard. Who the hell are you?"

"Bobby?" A woman's voice asked hesitantly. "Is that you?"

"Someone else own Singer Auto Salvage and didn't tell me?" Bobby barked impatiently into the phone.

The woman on the other end of the line laughed heartily. "Oh, yes, that's the Bobby Singer I remember."

"Who is this?"

"It's Missouri, baby," Missouri said pleasantly into the phone.

Bobby's angry tirade died before it could pass his lips. "Missouri? The psychic?"

"Well that's a matter of opinion, honey," Missouri chuckled into the phone.

"Well, hey, Missouri, how you doing?" Bobby asked pleasantly. He'd always liked the woman, even if her visions gave him the creeps.

"I need to know if the Winchesters are with you?"

Bobby's welcoming smile turned into a suspicious frown. "Who are the Winchesters?"

"Don't play that game with me, honey," Missouri responded, sounding relieved. "So they are there, otherwise you wouldn't be deflecting like this."

"What's it to ya?"

"I'll explain when I get there."

"Get where?" Bobby asked into the phone. "Not my house!"

"I'll be there before nightfall."

The phone went dead. Bobby glared at the phone. Just then, John Winchester walked through the back kitchen door and nodded to Bobby.

"Does it say Singer Bed & Breakfast on my sign?" Bobby growled at the younger hunter, who shook his head confused. "Than why the hell does everyone keeping showing up here like it is one?"

Bobby stormed out of the room leaving a very confused John Winchester in his wake.

That Night

The three Winchesters and Bobby Singer were ready and waiting when Missouri's violet Volkswagen Beetle blew dust up the dirt driveway leading to Bobby's house.

"Hello, Bobby, John," Missouri greeted as she stepped out of her car, pushing her sunglasses up to her hairline so that they would not fall back into her face.

"Missouri," John greeted firmly. Bobby grimaced at her.

"The big one can get my bags out of the trunk," Missouri said, nodding at Sam.

Dean smirked as Sam's eyebrows up to his forehead. Sam looked to his father for guidance but John merely nudged him towards the back of the car. Sam huffed but still popped the trunk and started pulling bags out. With each new piece of luggage Sam unearthed from the trunk, Bobby's eyes grew wider.

"Planning on staying long?" Bobby asked sarcastically.

"I don't know, Bobby," Missouri said shortly.

"I thought you were some sort of psychic," Dean mocked. "How can you not know?"

John smacked Dean in the back of the head in admonishment. "Forgive the boy, Missouri, his mouth is bigger than his brain… or his manners, apparently."

"It's alright, John. I still remember how cute he was as a baby."

Sam snapped to attention at this. "You knew Dean as a baby?"

Missouri nodded with a dazzling smile. "And you, Sam. I used to babysit you as a favor to your mother."

"You left us alone with her?" Dean asked his father incredulously.

"Yes, he did," Missouri said angrily. "And you better watch your tone. I used to change your diaper. Always so much poop."

Dean turned bright red. Sam laughed heartily and tossed one of the suitcases to Dean.

"So why are you here, Missouri?" John asked. "Not that we aren't happy to see you."

Missouri turned a raised eyebrow on Dean. "I'm here to see his boyfriend."

"You're here for Harry?" Dean asked, stepping forward angrily. "For what?"

"I'd rather not say," Missouri huffed. "It's personal."

"Sorry, Missouri," John apologized, "but I can't let you have access to my prisoner unless I know what you want with him."

Sam and Dean glared at John for calling Harry a prisoner.

"And you ain't staying here until I get those details either," Bobby added sternly.

Missouri sighed. "I've lost my sight, John."

John eyes went wide. "You what?"

"You heard me, I ain't going to repeat myself," Missouri muttered angrily. "Last thing I remember was seeing your boys come to visit me while you were up here with Bobby. But it never happened. Something changed the timeline and blocked my sight of the future."

Missouri turned her stern eyes on John. "And I'm pretty sure it's that wizard."

It was decided that Missouri would get her chance to talk to Harry the next morning. Sam had graciously given up his private room and moved into Dean's room. Dean had been upset that Sam had volunteered them to share a room. Sam had retorted that Dean spent more time in Harry's bed than in his room so what would it matter? Dean had blushed and then stormed out to visit Harry.

While Missouri got settled in his old room, Sam snuck downstairs before his Dad could start drinking. Bobby was in the kitchen feeding scraps from dinner to the dog. Sam knocked on the living room wall and waited for his Dad to acknowledge him.

"Sammy?" John asked, wondering why his son was being so formal as to knock.

"Dad," Sam acknowledged with a head nod. "Can we talk for a second?"

"I'm a little busy, Sam," John said, motioning to the research scattered across the coffee table in front of him. "Can't this wait?"

Sam shook his head. "No, Dad, this is serious."

"More serious than finding out what happened to Missouri's visions?" John asked, eyebrows raised.

Sam nodded. "It's about the research I've been doing on Harry."

John motioned for Sam to join him on the sofa. Sam sat and took John's journal out from behind his back and sat it down between them.

"When did you take my journal?" John demanded angrily.

"You left it out the other night," Sam responded, trying to remain calm.

"And what does my journal have to do with the wizard?" John asked impatiently.

"Last night you mentioned Harry's wand," Sam started, trying to remind John of their conversation.

"So?"

"Harry never used his wand in front of any of us. Not even Dean."

"Again, so?"

"So how did you know about the wand, Dad?"

John shrugged dismissively, but Sam noticed the slight tension in his father's eyes. "That's what witches use right? Wands and stuff?"

Sam shook his head. "But you always taught us never to talk about the supernatural stereotypes, even when joking. You said it would make us underestimate them."

"What are you trying to say, Sam?" John asked gruffly.

"I think you knew about the wand because you've dealt with Harry's kind before."

The accusatory words sat there between father and son, creating a wall of silence between them. John took a drink of scotch before offering Sam one. Sam waved it away; he needed to keep a clear mind about this.

"I've never met anyone like Harry before," John said, but even Sam could see he was lying. A son always knows his father's lies when he knows what to look for.

Sam flipped the journal open to a page towards the beginning. "There's a section in here, towards the beginning of your career, where you talk about meeting someone with abilities like Harry's. Someone who used a wand. Someone you trusted."

John flinched. "I thought I tore out those pages."

Sam smirked and began doing internal celebratory chants. "You did, I just made a guess."

John smiled at his son. "You always were the smart one, Sammy."

"So?" Sam prompted. "Who was it?"

John sighed. "No one of importance, Sam. Not anymore."

"What happened that you tore out the pages, Dad?" Sam asked quietly, trying not to drive his father out of the conversation before he got his answers.

"I was young," John explained hollowly. "Like you and Dean. I had just met Missouri, someone who had visions, but who wasn't evil. I thought maybe there was something redeemable in some of the things I hunted. Some last vestiges of humanity in them."

"And you met a Wizard?" Sam guessed. "You befriended him?"

John nodded, eyes distant. "His name was Sirius. He was my friend… or at least that's what I thought."

"He wasn't?"

John shook his head. "He disappeared one day. I thought something had happened to him. So I tracked him, tried to save him."

Sam felt a chill run through him. He scooted closer to John and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You couldn't save him?"

"Oh, I could have." John's smile was feral and cruel. "You see, Sammy, he had betrayed me. He was never my friend. When I found him, I found him with a demon. A demon with yellow eyes."

Sam swallowed. "What did you do?"

John turned to face his son; his eyes colder than Sam had ever seen them. "I did what any good hunter is supposed to do. I put the traitorous dog down."

Author's Note: Sorry this got posted late Tuesday night, but I needed to edit through it. Hope everyone still enjoyed it!

I warned everyone that you might not like the role that Sirius plays in this story. For those of you upset with me for "killing" Sirius, remember that this is but the first of five stories in this series. Also, in the Supernatural Universe, death is only the beginning so don't count Sirius out yet. I will say that his plotline will be continued in the sequel.

I've decided to split the final chapter "The Dark Night" into 2 parts because so much happens. I will say that expect the first part to be a knock down battle between Azazel and our heroes. The second part will set up a major plotline for the sequel. Stay tuned because you DO NOT want to miss what's coming :)

I go back to college on Thursday (I'm on Student Government and we have to be back earlier than the rest of the students) so it might be a bit before I update again. The earliest will be this Sunday and the latest will be next Sunday.

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