Title: Disappointment
Warnings: Everything previously mentioned.
Word Count: 1,266
Pairings/Characters: Dean Winchester, Harry Potter. Other characters to be brought in. Pairing undecided.

A/N: Check bottom note.

Dean fell asleep about half way through the drive. His head leaned against the window and his body slouched over the seat. He looked upset, even in sleep. Harry shook his head and gassed the car just a little bit more. Maybe if he got home and moved Dean into a bed he would relax, the kid deserved some peace. At least while he was sleeping. It seemed like it took years to get to his house, the dark shadows pressing on the car.

Reality crashed on Harry the moment he pulled up in front of his little two story house. He had bought a teenager... He owned somebody now. How did that even work? It for damn sure wasn't legal. Which meant after giving Dean a warm meal and a place to sleep for a couple of days, the kid could leave. He could go get a job or track down his father. Harry paused, did he really want this kid somehow going back to that man? Not really. Dean deserved more than that dick of a dad. He deserved somebody who could take care of him and pamper him a little bit.

Harry got out of his car and ignored the thoughts that were nagging at him. He had rushed into this. He didn't want to make himself regret it, but what had he been thinking? Obviously, he hadn't. It took seconds to move Dean out of the passenger seat and pick him up. Harry could only marvel at how well he fit into his arms, how skinny he was. He shut the door and the clang that followed was telling him that this was final. He couldn't go back now. He had made his decision to help Dean, and goddamn it, he would. He could become family with Dean. Maybe even like an older brother. Like...family...

-0-

"Sammy! Where are you?" Dean called out, walking quickly through the streets. The street lights flickered and Dean moved to the middle a little more. He really didn't want to be out here so late at night. Nobody, besides hookers, would be caught dead in this part of town at this time of night. "SAM!"

There was no answer and Dean swore he could hear a laugh in the shadows. He swung around and glared, a snarl ripping its way out of his throat. "Whose there? Show yourself!" Silence followed the echo of his voice and Dean scowled. "Fuckin' pansy ass, staying in the shadows and trying to hop on me. You aren't a fuckin' ninja." Despite how quick he was to throw out insults, Dean pulled his jacket tighter around his shoulders and moved on.

He was running before he knew it, chasing after the idea that Sammy was just beyond his grasp. He could get to him in time if he just ran! Dean set a furious pace and didn't stop, not for the moans and the screams that followed him. Not for the little girl clutching a bear and crying in the corner of the alleyway. He had to find Sam. He just had too. Nothing in his life was more important than Sam. Nothing and no one. Not even his own body.

With a curse he fell, ankle aching from where it connected with the misplaced brick. Tears welled up in his eyes and his body ached. He had been running for hours. Dean was shaking as he made his way to stand, the red lights bathing his body. "Sammy." He whispered, trying to convince himself to move some more. He couldn't be far now.

He was running again. In the blink of an eye, he had been on his knees trying to move and then he was running. Body taking corners at a dangerous pace. Fear pumped through his bloodstream, rocking his body with adrenaline. His ears picked up the sound of a moan, low and familiar. Dean slowed down and back tracked slightly. He heard it again and his heart stopped. That wasn't a pleasure filled moan, that was one of pain and scarily recognizable.

'Sammy?' He mouthed in the dark, body shifting to cloak himself. He moved forward slowly, the fear that made him run increasing by the second. Right about now he wished he had his revolver. Everything was easier when you had a gun in your hand. The wooden door that obscured the moans swung open.

Dean moved forward to peek inside and horror consumed him. "Sam? Sammy?" He rushed forward, eyes locked onto the broken body that was curled in the middle of the room. He dropped to his knees, hands immediately going to take a pulse. Slow, but there. Dean tried to pry the hands away from the mans face, trying to get a better look. "Sam! Sammy is that you? Come on, man, you gotta move a little so I can check out your injuries."

The man let out another pained moan and his ragged breathing stopped. Dean swore before violently straightening the guy out. A strangled sound escaped Dean as his baby brothers face came into view. "Sam?" Dean breathed, eyes wide and confused.

Sam wasn't supposed to be in this part of town. Sam was supposed to be safe at the motel while Dean made some extra cash. Dean went to hug Sam, to pull his body close and comfort the bleeding boy. He cried out when something sharp pierced his abdomen. He looked down, glancing at the knife protruding from his body before he looked back up, meeting Sam's eyes. They were black. Black as night and Dean grew angry.

He pushed the demon away and pulled the knife out, ignoring the searing pain that flew through his body. "Fuck you," he hissed, spitting blood at the demon.

"You already did, don't you remember?" The cruel smile made Dean pause for a moment.

"What? You're fucking crazy if you think I would touch my baby brother." Dean sneered, one hand pressed to the wound. The demon smirked and shrugged.

"You touch a lot of people you shouldn't." The black eyes son-of-a-bitch was moving before Dean could see. The next moment pain assaulted him. A hit to his side, a finger in his wound. He screamed and screamed as the pain just kept on coming.

-0-

That's how he woke up. Screaming. Thrashing and hitting anyone who was near him. Once his fist connected with a hard body he fought even harder, trying to get away from that next blow. The words being screamed at him didn't make sense until he tired himself out.

"Dean. Calm down. Just calm down." Strong arms wrapped around Dean's torso and held him close. "Shh," he whispered, "its fine. It was just a dream..."

It took a few minutes before Dean relaxed completely. Harry held him close, whispering words of comfort the entire time. Dean wanted to say something but his throat was too dry and he was too tired. Life had just been so exhausting lately. It struck him, as he was falling asleep, that it was kind of weird that the arms of his "owner" comforted him so much.

Oh well, he thought as he drifted off, at least this will means nothing will ever be boring.

A\N: So, I'm really sorry for the wait you guys. I've had the flu and I wasn't really thinking of writing. So, please review, I really need the support and input on this story. Badly. I've never really written anything like this and I really don't want it to be a complete failure.

CDFK.

Please review. I'll give you a cookie? Or another chapter by tuesday...