Disclaimer: I sadly don't own Harry Potter (or I would be very rich and would have done different things with the characters) and neither do I own Supernatural.

Author's note: It's a monster, how did that happen? It didn't want to end and now it's 1,3 k-ish and I'm feeling like writing more about this idea, damn!

Anyway, anyone that has seen my profile may know, that I like Sam x Harry a lot, which is funny, because I still haven't watched more than season 1 and mostly know what will happen anyway. There are entirely too few fan fictions of them out there, so I had to write some myself. You're welcome to suggest good fan fictions of that pairing by the way.

I've totally disregarded the fact, that Azazel's little soldiers are only from the USA and who cares anyway?

Oh and Lady Styx I'm unsure what you mean concerning making Harry Shuichi. So Shuichi doesn't exist? Or he just never meets Yuki? What do you mean exactly? I'm kinda unwilling to make Harry all whiny like Shuichi is.

Have fun reading and if you have a prompt you want me to write, just post it and the character in your comment and I'll do my best!

Fandom: Supernatural/Harry Potter X-Over

Pairing: Sam x Harry

Prompt: Bloodbound

Rating: T-ish

Warning: slash and uhm… I'll come back to it.

He liked to do research. Honestly. But it was so much easier to do it via internet or with a computer for that matter. Unfortunately neither was currently an option. Oh the drawbacks of small towns in the middle of nowhere. At the moment he almost wished, he had gone with Dean, to the abandoned house, to take a look around.

After reading a couple more pages Sam finally got the unmistakable feeling of being stared at. Nothing new; town people often became curious and suspicious when strangers arrived in their cozy little neighborhood. He nonetheless glanced up until his gaze locked with presumably green eyes behind thin wire framed glasses. Seconds after the young, black-haired man, who was sitting two tables away, noticed, that he had been caught looking, he blushed bright red and averted his gaze as fast as possible. That was the first, but not the last time the raven stared at him. Amusingly enough he even seemed to blush when he thought Sam wasn't looking in his direction. It was kind of cute and coerced a small smile out of the taller man.

Their little game of 'I'm looking at you, when I think you won't notice' came to an end, when Dean finally arrived in the library and dragged him out of the building to get some food. Sam bet that pie would be involved. He just knew his brother too well.

A day later they were sitting in one of two diners the town had to offer and eating what could be translated to be lunch, even though it was three in the afternoon. He saw the young man after five minutes of waiting for their food to arrive, which restarted their game of subtly staring at each other.

It surely had to be coincidence that they were 'meeting' again so soon, the town was small enough after all.

The third time, which occurred in the local pub, he became a bit suspicious. The whole thing reminded him too much of the Meg fiasco. He finally told Dean about it when they got back to their motel room, which resulted in his brother being pissed, because he hadn't mentioned it sooner. The following day they headed out to search the man, whose name was apparently Harry, but other than his name they didn't find anything. Nobody seemed to know where he was staying; therefore he didn't seem to be from this town, which made him even more suspicious in their eyes.

When they returned in the twilight of the evening they immediately took notice of the figure, which was loitering around their motel room door. A couple of minutes and a bit of squinting later Sam recognized the ever elusive Harry. Every doubt, that he was here for them, evaporated into thin air. Instead of trying to talk to him like normal people would, Dean had to make a spectacle out of it. Before Sam was able to convince him to stop that stupid idea, his brother was already sneaking up on the raven to catch and then interrogate him.

Dean had barely wrapped his arms around the smaller man, before he went over the other man's shoulder to the floor. A tussle between the two of them ensued and ended in Harry sitting victoriously on the hunter's stomach and said hunter sulking, because he had lost to a guy a few inches shorter than him. Harry obviously knew how to fight. "Why did you attack me?" The black-haired male frowned and didn't take his eyes off Dean, who scoffed. "You asking me 'why'? Dude, you're the one that's stalking us. And would you move off me already? Oh and 'Christo'." That seemed to confuse Harry even more, but didn't change anything about the brilliantly green eyes of his. Apparently he wasn't a demon - at least not a weak one.

"'Christo', what?" The smaller man tilted his head to the side and looked at Dean like the hunter had lost his mind, but cautiously stood up anyway. "Ooooh, right, you say that to see, if the other person's possessed by a demon, right? Wait, you think I'm a demon?" Now he looked more offended than confused, which changed into blushing embarrassment when he finally took notice of Sam, who had watched the two from a safe distance and was now slowly approaching them. "A-anyway. I, uhhm… was kinda… building up the courage to talk to you…" Slightly biting his bottom lip and blushing even more Harry was shifting his gaze back to Dean. "…two." Which didn't answer any questions the Winchester brothers had at all.

"Could we maybe… go inside? It's not really something that everybody should be able to listen to." Dean was still watching him suspiciously, fingering the gun in his waistband, but went to open the door, before indicating the smaller man to get inside, over the line of salt, which Harry promptly did without problem. "A seer told me, that I would find you here. That you were able to help me." Now both brothers were frowning but looked intrigued as well. That was certainly unexpected. "Help with what exactly?" Dean asked and finally took his hand away from the gun, but remained on alert.

Harry hesitated a moment, before his gaze turned determined. "Destroying the demon that killed my parents." "And by that you mean…," The younger Winchester started wide-eyed. The raven nodded seemingly stoic, except his eyes told an entirely different story. "In a fire, when I was six month old." Sam gaped at him and dazedly went over to the bed to sit down. Dean threw his younger brother a concerned look, but quickly shifted his attention back to Harry, still frowning. "So, you say you're like Sammy? And both your parents died?"

"Well, my mother died in the fire, my father tried to rescue me. He died two days later because of the burns. My godfather took me in and raised me. He taught me how to fight and even how to shoot. He, uh, worked for Scotland Yard. I think he wanted me to step into his and my father's footsteps, but especially my father's. They were childhood friends, you know? And apparently I look a lot like him. Anyway, a couple of month ago I noticed that I can do this really strange and unnatural thing and of course I kinda freaked out-"

"What can you do?" Sam wasn't quite as dazed as before, but still paler than normal. And he was not the only one that startled, when the raven suddenly disappeared. Dean was visibly shocked as well, but in the end it was the younger Winchester that flinched, when something touched his arm. The air in front of him flickered for a moment, before Harry reappeared and smiled shyly down at him. "I can do it for one or two minutes, but I'm working on it. So uhm…" Shifting from one foot to the other the smaller male was nibbling on his lower lip. Sam couldn't bring himself to look at anything else.

"After I realized I had this… power, Luna, she's the seer, found me and told me some things about the night my parents died and that, if I wanted to destroy the demon who did it to be free from his influence, I'd have to come to America to… to join you-" "Yeah, about that," Dean interrupted. "Aren't you British? What's up with that? I though Yellow-Eyes only did his creepy blood thing here." Harry shrugged. "Luna said people like us are all around the world, not just in the USA. So… would it maybe… perhaps… be possible to go with you? Only until we destroy him, after that I'm out of your hair again."

Dean stared long and hard at him and then, finally, sighed and rubbed a hand across his face. "We're going to check your story and if you're clear you can come with us. That whole invisible thing is kinda handy. But don't think I won't keep an eye on you. Now you stop ogling my brother, go, so that Sammy can stop ogling you, and come back tomorrow evening. And just to be clear, when you start groping each other and stuff, don't do it in front of me."

Neither Sam nor Harry, both blushing furiously, were able to do anything than gaping at Dean until said hunter kicked the raven out for the night.