Lock, Stock and a Trunk of Grace

Darksider82

HP/Supernatural x-over

Harry/Jo Harvelle

I own nothing save this plot

VII

"Azazeal the Yellow Eyes! The SAME yellow eyes that ruined MY LIFE! My father wants to SUMMON him. Is HE INSANE!" Exclaimed Sam pacing outside the hospital, Harry wrested against the window.

"Quite possibly yes to the last part of your rant or he's a complete and utter moron. I'm here to give you the stuff he needs and be back home in bed with my girlfriend. I'd rather not be around when Azazeal's face shows up." Harry said handing the ingredients over and headed back to his car.

"Why? Are you scared of Azazeal?" Mocked Sam trying to get an emotional response from the younger teen.

"I'm more scared of what he can do than the bastard himself darling. He definitely doesn't like me because I put his daughters meatsuit through a Japanese woodchipper...Word of advice woodchipper wins everytime it doesn't the back ground if it's corpreal woodchipper does it."

Sam grabbed Harry "Please talk to my dad."

Harry groaned "Fine, I'll talk to the moron bloody idjit that he is."

Harry made his way through the hospital following the lanky Winchester back to where the man's father was lying in bed "Whose this?" He asked suspiciously.

"The guy who has the ingredients for your Yellow Eyed Friend and apparently the only Hunter who associates himself with the Winchesters to protect them..."

John scoffed "Protect us from what? The supernatural? Angels? Demons? Are you even listening to yourself."

"Yourselves you bloody idjit. John are you really this thick skulled to think you can summon Azaeal and kill him?"

"No...It's for Dean. He's in a coma."

Harry rolled his eyes "Oh so its bloody fine to sacrifice your dumbass to save your son. Oh cry me a river why didn't you tell Sam?" He snapped fixing John with a harsh stare.

"It doesn't..."

"If you say doesn't concern him, hospital or not I WILL hit you." Harry growled.

"Fine, I didn't want Sam to worry. I know I've not really been their for you Sam..." The Winchester Patriarch began, Harry put a hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Hear the man out. That's all you can do." Harry said handing Sam the materials.

"I'm out of here, I could have brought Dean back from his coma if I'd had known but hey that bridge is alight."

Harry turned and left as his phone rang "Speaking?"

"Don't take that tone with me or you're sleeping on the sofa." Jo said from her side of the phone.

Harry grinned as he made his way outside "Just made my evening better sunshine."

"Have you done whatever it is you need to do?"

"Yep just about to get the hell out of dodge as no amount of reasoning can prevent the Winchesters from doing this fuck awful stunt. Love is Bobby their?"

Jo listened she could hear her mother and Bobby opening two beers in the living room "He is why?"

"I need you to ask him if He could pick up the remains of the Impala...Look I've gotta go got a feeling in my bones that stupidity is about to act...Love you."

Harry jumped into his car and sped off into the night, as he did so a short man stepped out of the shadows, he stood around 5'10 and was garbed black "Carry on sweet child of mine. Let's go girl because Azazeal's brat are on their way."

Harry's spine tingled he didn't know why but all he knew was that someone had their eyes on him. "If they want my life well they're gonna have to take it." He arrived at the Roadhouse shortly after 1am and slid in through the back door before locking it and activating the runes he had inscribed over the house that activated when he was present making the roadhouse more or less a fortress.

"How'd it go?" Harry looked up to find Jo waiting for him by the backdoor a wearing a baggy shirt and workout pants.

Harry snorted "Well enough. Bobby's going to have to look after the Winchesters before they head over here...John Winchester is an absolute idiot and anyway we are going to need to find the Colt."

"The Colt?" Jo asked confused moving towards her boyfriend as he peeled off his sweat covered shirt and shoved it into the washer, Harry spun around to turn the washer on when Jo saw them in the backlight of the hallway.

Across his back branching off his spine looked what look the outline of wings.

Jo didn't say a thing about the wings because Harry probably already knew about them. Harry stiffened he felt Jo gazing at his back and mentally noted to have a look tonight but for now he just wanted bed.

"You're staying with me. I told my mother I was old enough to know what I wanted and if I wasn't going to be allowed to hunt..." Harry grinned at her and he pulled her into his arms and carried her upstairs.

The pair collapsed on Jo's bed, Harry shrugged off his jeans and fell asleep with Jo curling up next to him.

Back at the Hospital, John had just finishing the chalk drawing of Azazeal's personal sigil and murmured the incantation "Hello, Johnny...What do you want?"

"I want to make a deal..." Azazeal laughed the same tone of laugh that Voldemort used to make.

John named his terms and headied back to his bed, he had sent Sam down four floors to the cafeteria to pick him up a good cup of coffee unlike the vended crap in the hallways.

Sam arrived back to suddenly here beeping and noticed his father suddenly collapse. The coffee cup fell to the floor and he rushed forwards "Sir we need you to get back...We'll try and save him."

Dejected and heartbroken Sam trudged next door to see his brother slowly waking up "Hey Sammy where's dad?"

"Dead, summoned the Yellow Eyes to bring you back..." Dean's eyes glassed over with unshed tears.

"What happened to my car? Do we know where the Yellow Eyes is? What can kill him?" Asked Dean quickly.

"Totalled, Bobby's coming by to pick it up and see if he can patch it up or we can. Nope and Harry has a few ideas." Said Sam getting Dean's full attention.

"Harry? Scrawny guy with his Godson! He was here? Why didn't he do anything to help me? Why did he let dad kill himself?" Dean demanded pulling himself out of bed and began to get dressed.

"Yep...He was only informed by Bobby by me that we had been hit by a truck. We were all alive apparently but I didn't know the extent of our injuries, I'm not a seer Dean. Harry had me against the wall asking me why I should let dad do the summoning. Did the same thing with dad and dad did his 'Question me and I'll kill you' act, Harry handed the stuff over and was out of here quicker than I thought possible. He looked scared Dean, SCARED..."

Dean grinned "Something we can use against him. Scared of a little demon..." His smile faded when saw Sam's face "...What? It means it proves he's scared of something."

Sam hung his head "I think Harry's more scared of what Yellow Eyes CAN DO and MAY do, not what he HAS done. Honest from what I've seen of him most things that we've encountered probably don't phase him, he seems confident in his skills."

Dean shrugged "Yeah well we'll grill his brains when we see him back at Bobby's."

With that the two brothers slid out as Bobby arrived, picked up the Impala and Dean as Sam quickly scammed their way out of the hospital and grabbed their fathers body "It don't look good boys the girls been abused worse than a wife and child beater has ever done." Bobby stated grimly looking at the destroyed Impala.

"Then I'll rebuild her from scratch." Declared Dean going for a wrench, at the Roadhouse, Harry jerked awake, flexed his hand and something fell into it as he heard a knock on the door.

"You two better be up." Called Ellen as the door opened, Jo stirred and rolled out of bed to see Harry flick his hand and pulled on his jeans and grabbed his godson before heading down to the kitchen.

"Nice tatoo's Harry...Where'd you get them?" Asked Ellen curiously as Harry headed into the kitchen a shirt in one hand, knife in his jeans and Teddy's hand in the other.

"What tatoo's?" It was then Harry looked at the mirror that was reflecting off another which Ellen handed to him.

"I..."