Lock, Stock and a Trunk of Grace
Darksider82
HP/Supernatural x-over
Harry/Jo Harvelle
I own nothing save this plot
Cyber cookies if you recognise Harry's distant cockney ancestor.
XI
Harry grinned savagely as the attackers vanished not taking the dead or the deceased wands. "Why'd they leave the wands?" Harry looked up at Jo, who grabbed his hand comfortingly. Killing the boogeymen of children's dreams, but the killing of actual people was something he hated doing.
"It's bad form to leave a deceased wizard's wand because those skilled enough in specific arts of magic are able to put the owners signature to a crime scene they were not present for."
"Can you do it?"
Harry snorted "Yes and No. Yes, because I have the power and talent to do so but no because I do not know the spell and nor do I wish to learn it."
"Couldn't you be made to do such a thing?" Ellen asked curiously, only to be cut off by a snort of laughter coming from the door.
Harry had a gun and wand at the door "STUPEFY!"
Jo had been studying Latin ever since the mass exorcism. Quickly realised the types of spells being thrown around, more designed to incapacitate than maim. The spell fire stopped and Harry grinned "Fancy seeing you run back to me Neville."
Neville grinned "Because you're not the only one who wants to run. In fact, you're the only one who has managed to run...Besides I'm a Longbottom and You're a Potter, we stick together. Always have and always will. Besides what's at stake?"
Harry grinned "The world."
Neville stared at him "I'm going to need a drink." A bottle of holy salted water and silver knife appeared in front of him.
"Water tastes like crap and the silver is a superstition..."
"...Werewolves, Shifters. I'm not completely stupid. Britain's got its own Supernatural horrors which have only increased in regularity."
By now the Winchesters had come charging down stairs shotguns, handguns and knives drawn "Where are they? Who were they? What did they want? Who's he?" Snapped Dean.
"Gone, Wizards, Me, A Friend. All your questions answered Sunshine? Good now Squirrel, Jolly Not Green both of you get dressed, Breakfast is ready under Warming Charms then I'll fill you in."
Dean stared at Neville "You..."
"He's clean. Or rather he's bloody filthy and ruining a really well cleaned floor but if he's a shifter he's not. Quite frankly we know nothing about him and we were about to before you showed up." Barked Ellen.
Neville stared at Harry "Who is she?"
"My girlfriend's mother and owner of this place...She rules this house. She's also in contact with at least fifty Hunters who if they don't like me know they can trust me." Harry replied.
"Hunters? What are hunters?" Asked Neville extremely confused by now.
"Dementors, Lamia's, Vampires, Shifters, Wendigo's all of them. Their name is the job description." Harry replied dryly.
"Are they like us or not?"
"Like us as in? Magical's. No most of us are 'muggles'. Nasty word, mundane sounds better. Most of us are mundane, Mr. Longbottom. I'm Jo by the way, Harry's boyfriend and his partner in hunting." Jo explained bringing three plates of food over and joining Neville at the table.
Neville nodded "So the mundane, hunt down Supernatural horrors and take them out. So what is this place in terms of a Headquarters or something?"
"Hunters stop by and ask for information on a hunt. Harry here serves as the informer of incorrect or invalid information, Hunters don't like the fact he knows more than they do due to his age…" Ellen chirped up giving Teddy a bowl of cereal.
"Yeah, Uncle Harry's told a couple of people incorrect information before."
Neville stared at the Green Eyed Teen "What were they after?"
"Rugaru town. Not kidding entire town filled with Rugaru. I told them it's a bad idea but they didn't listen to me. They've not come by since and then there was Gordon."
"A prejudiced vampire hunter who has a track record of giving his team mates as bait…Sent him on a Wild Goose Chase that may have resulted in him shooting up a bar…He's in prison now." Harry explained nonchalantly.
Neville nodded "Harry what's your stance on humanoid supernaturalism? Like vampires and werewolves?"
Harry's eyes widened "If they can prove they don't eat humans I'll let them live."
"But..." Protested Dean after swallowing a lump of bread.
"DEAN!" Snapped Sam.
"The pair of you pack it in. Multiple homicides five miles North of here, place called Paradise."
Sam and Dean left and took off to deal with the homicides "What caused them?"
Harry shrugged and popped his spine "For once not a clue…Well nothing that would merely stop at eight murders, all of whom were found in pairs at the cardinal points of the town."
"What do you think it could be?" Neville asked finally asking the right questions.
"Ever heard of the Myth of the Hundred Blessed?" Harry asked bluntly.
"People on their 22nd Birthday suddenly getting the ability to move things with minds? Legilimency on a whim and elemental control…Yeah." Neville replied whilst Jo looked at them confused.
"Legilimency?"
"Mind reading."
"You guys mean telepathy…These kids get these abilities on their 22nd Birthday. It doesn't sound that bad." Replied Jo.
"It's not what it seems." Harry replied before waving his hand and a book as thick as H.P. Lovecraft's Necronomicon floated to his hand.
"Sigils and rituals most vile and forgotten…" Read Neville before looking at his old friend his face pale.
"Please tell me this is only a copy not an actual sentient text."
Harry gulped as he eyed the book "How sentient does a book need to be before it can be called sentient?"
Neville looked at him "It writes back, Talks to you, Flips to the pages you need."
Harry nodded "Then yes this thing is sentient. Good news though it could be worse…"
Jo sta red at her boyfriend shock on her face "WORSE! WE HAVE A SENTIENT BOOK OF EVIL RITUALS IN THE HOUSE!"
Ellen decided to say nothing "What could be worse than this book?"
"The Libro Malum, Libro Tenebrae and Libro Vetita oh and the Necronomicon." Harry responded getting gulps of torment from Neville.
"Darkness, Forbidden and Damnation and H.P. Lovecraft's masterpiece. Man was a psychopath, very talented writer but still."
(Sam and Andy)
Sam and Andy were sitting across from each other on an abandoned truck, the taller Winchester was getting the other Gifted Child up to speed with what he did for a living and was currently explaining his visions.
"So you get these premonitions of people about to die?" Adam asked curiously, Sam nodded mutely.
"That's impossible." Replied Andy dumbfounded.
SAM couldn't help it but laugh "A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do." He replied a grin on his face.
"But ... death visions." Repeated Andy
"Yeah." Echoed Sam.
"I have to say but Dude, that sucks. I mean, like, when I got my mind thing? It was like a gift, you know, it was, it was like I won the Lotto." Andy replied not once thanking the fact he had gotten his verbal trick.
"But! But you still live in a van. I don't get it, I mean, you could ... have anything you ever wanted." Exclaimed Sam.
Andy nodded "I mean, I, I got everything I need." He replied
"So you're really not a killer, huh?" Sam responded seriousness on his face.
Andy finally burst out laughing "That's what I've been trying to tell you!"
"That's good. Means there's hope for both of us." Sam mumbled.
They looked up as Dean appeared in the Impala, he jumped out and immediately gave them the rundown of what he had managed to find out before he got distracted. "The victim was Holly Beckett, Forty-one, Single and apparently quite a looker."
Sam glanced at Andy curiously "Who is she?"
Andy shrugged "Never heard of her." He replied calmly.
Dean smiled thinly "Called Ash and Harry on the way over here; they came up with a little something. Apparently Holly Beckett gave birth when she was eighteen years old, back in 1983. Same day you were born, Andy…Oh and I never heard Harry swear so hard. Something about 'Worse fears coming true.'"
Sam "Andy, were you adopted?" He probed, he now needed to know urgently.
Andy nodded "Well, yeah. Why?"
Dean exploded with indignation and rage "You were? And you neglected to mention that?"
Andy quickly retorted "Never really came up. I mean, I, I never knew my birth parents, and, and like you said my adopted mom died when I was a baby - do you, do you think this Holly woman could actually be my m"
Dean shrugged "I don't know. I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only, sealed in the county office."
"Well, screw that." Replied Andy
Andy watched in amazement as the Winchesters walked into the Records Office and with a flick of a badge the three of them were let in.
"No, it'll all be fine. All right? Just go get a cup of coffee…" Andy said as he walked the man out, then in a dramatic voice he whispered "These aren't the 'droids you're looking for."
Dean smirked as Sam pulled out a file "Yeah. Andy, it's true. Holly Beckett was your birth mother."
"Huh. Does anyone have a Vicodin?" Asked Andy dumbfounded
"Dr. Jennings or the guy who was hit off screen Dean, was her doctor, too, I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them." Explained Sam
"Yeah, but I, I didn't kill them." Stammered Andy, now he had found out about his mother but didn't like the fact that he seemed to be on the Winchester's hit list.
"We believe you…But who?" Asked Dean?
"Holly Beckett gave birth to twins. Dean." Sam said before heading to the printer.
"I have an evil twin…I have an evil twin." Stated Andy in shock.
"Holly put you and your brother up for adoption. And you went to the Gallagher family, obviously, and your brother went to the Weems family from upstate." Informed Sam as he picked through the file.
"Andy, how you doin'? Still with us?" Asked Dean curiously.
"Um. What was my brother's name?" Asked the younger man
"Here. Um, Ansen Weems. And he's got a local address."
"He - he lives here?" Exclaimed Andy, shock and horror in his posture.
"Let's get a look at him. Got his picture coming off from the DMV right now." Dean said and his jaw dropped.
Back at the Café, Weber who looked like a spitting image of Andy spoke up
"Hey, Trace?"
"Yeah?" Tracey called back.
"You and Andy, you guys went together for a while, didn't you?"
"Yeah, Weber, why?"
"I don't know, I was just wondering. I, I was wondering how you felt about him these days. I mean, I've seen you guys together, it seems like there's still something there. Just... were you guys ever, like, serious?" Asked Weber with a hint of vengeance in his tone depending on her answer.
"Um, no." She replied unaware she had just sealed her fate.
Weber smirked "Come on, Trace…" Then his voice deepened "Tell the truth."
"All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy." Ordered Sam.
"Well, I mean, not much. I... Weber shows up one day, eight months ago? Acting like he's my best friend in the world. Kinda weird, like, trying too hard, you know?"
Sam suddenly began to massage his eyes and head, then he collapsed as his vision overtook him. He vaguely heard Dean cry out "SAM!"
Sam saw Tracy, wearing only satin lingerie, walks slowly to the side of a ravine. Crying, she climbs onto the ledge and looks around. She pauses, looking back, then leaps. The world spun and he found himself snapping back into the Impala.
Sam yelled in panic, struggling with the door which he shoved open as Dean skidded to halt. Dean was out and over the top of the car grabbing his brother by the shoulders "Hey hey."
Weber was driving onto the bridge which was coincidently Sam's last vision and pulls to a stop; Tracy is in the passenger's seat and Weber began to slowly run a hand up her thigh.
"I take my ladies here. They like it. Well, I mean, I like it, so ... of course they do too." Crooned Weber.
Tracy was sobbing "Please, I just wanna go home."
Weber "Stop crying." He ordered in hs darker and deeper voice before it changed. Tracy stopped crying "Hey. I get it. I see what you see in Andy, I mean, he's a genius. Books he reads? He's gonna be a great man someday. But he is my family, not yours. You can't have him. You're not gonna have anything after tonight."
Dean pulled up near the bridge and three got out the car, Sam opened the boot and grabbed two handguns as Dean grabbed a sniper rifle "You should stay back, Dean." Suggested Sam
Dean nodded and for once in the time Sam had known him agreed.
"I'm coming with you…If it's Tracy out there…Then I'm coming." Stated Andy
"Okay. Slower. Tracy? I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay? When we're done here, I want you to head over to the edge of the dam. Okay?" Ordered Weber as Tracy slowly began unbuttoning her dress.
"Okay."
"And when you get there, you're gonna think you can fly. And you're just gonna step right off. You - you can fly, can't you?" Suggested Weber
"Yeah. I think so." Whimpered Tracy
"You might get scared, but I want you to say that it's okay. Just tell yourself, everything is okay." Weber said, he finally let her cry. Oh how he loved this power he had in his voice and little did he know that everything would come crashing down upon him.
The drivers side window of the car shattered as Sam smashed the glass and shoved a handgun to Weber's face "OUT OF THE CAR! NOW!" Sam snarled.
"You really don't want to do this." Weber replied surprised slightly that someone had shattered his window.
"Oh, I really do." Sam replied backhanding him savagely as Andy pulled Tracy out of the car.
"Andy! I can't! I couldn't control myself." Whimpered Tracy as Sam opened Weber's door and pulled him out of the car, pinned him facedown over the pavement with the gun aimed at his head.
"Don't move. Don't move!" Sam growled as he summoned the will to put a bullet in his targets head should he need to.
Andy ran over to them and shoved a strip of duct tape over Weber's mouth. He then reared back and kicked Weber twice, furiously as Sam pushed him back.
"No! No, Andy, let me handle this, all right?" Sam ordered.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Screamed Andy apoplectic in rage.
"No! I'll handle this, I'll handle this!" Ordered Sam.
"I will kill you!" Screamed Andy
"Andy! Listen to me! Listen to me!" Snapped Sam.
Weber then concentrated his eyes on Tracy, who picked up a large stick and crept forward and slammed it on Sam's neck with it. With a groan the taller Winchester went down, unconscious. Andy turned to her as Weber stood up.
"Tracy, stop! I said STOP IT!" Snapped Andy his powers taking over.
Tracy dropped the stick and backed away as Andy turned back to face Weber, who pulled the duct tape off his mouth, confusion was written clearly on Andy's face "How did you do that?"
"Practice, bro. If you'd just practice, you would know. Sometimes you don't need to use your words. If you have to. The headache's worth it." He replied tapping his head
"You're a twisted son of a bitch!"
"Back off. Or Tracy's gonna do a little flying."
Andy didn't need to look back to know Tracy was standing on the edge of the dam. Andy slowly backed away holding his hands up "Okay, okay. Okay. All right, just... just please don't hurt her."
"Don't be mad at me, okay? I know, it's, it's all wrong. I didn't mean for this to happen, it's just... Tracy? She's trying to come between us." Said Weber going for the favored ploy of manipulation
"You're insane."
"She's garbage! Man, they all are! We can, we can push them, we can make them do whatever we want!" Said Weber
"Are you really... are you really this stupid? Is it-I mean, you, you learn you've got a twin… you call him up, you go out for a drink, you don't start killing people!" Snapped Andy
"I've wanted to tell you for so long, bro. But he didn't let me. He said I had to wait until the time was..." Weber tried to futilely explain his actions as Sam slowly started to come to.
"Who?"
"The man with the yellow eyes."
"What are you talking about?"
"He came to me. In my dream. He said I was special. He told me he's got big plans for me. Wait 'till you see what's in store, Andy, for both of us! See, he's the one who told me that ... I had a brother. A twin." Explained Weber
"Why did you kill our mother? Why? And why Dr. Jennings?" Snarled Andy.
"Because they split us up! They ruined our lives, Andy! We could have been together this whole time. Instead of alone. I couldn't, I couldn't let 'em do that, I couldn't let them get away with that. No." Replied Weber calmly.
"I see you. Bye-bye." Called Weber looking directly where Dean was hiding who gulped as he grabbed the rifle and placed the barrel under his chin.
Tracy turned to hear a gunshot go off, Sam got to his feet as Weber fell to the floor dead. Andy dropped the gun on the ground, Sam didn't need to do the math when he realized what had happened.
Rescue and police crews arrived on the scene, Andy was talking to three police officers, he felt more confident in himself and let it show in his stance. Sam was crouching by the wall, with a paramedic tending to his shoulder and Dean stood at his side.
"He shot himself. And you all saw it happen." Andy stated abusing his power very quickly to get himself out of prison.
"Yeah. We did." Replied the policeman
"Look at him. He's getting better at it." Said Sam as he observed his fellow blessed child
Andy passed the ambulance with Tracy in it, who wouldn't meet his eyes "And she won't look at me."
"Well, she's pretty shaken up." Replied Sam.
"No, it's, this is different. It's, uh, I never, I never used my mind thing on her before. Before last night. She's scared of me now." Countered Andy, Sam nodded and noticed Dean getting in the car, he needed to leave quickly.
"Hey, Andy, I hate to do this, but um, we have to get out of here. Here. I wrote down my cell. You don't have to be alone in this, all right? If anything comes up, just call me up."
"Wha- what am I supposed to do now?"
"You'll think of something. You be good, Andy. Or we'll be back." Called Dean from the car, Sam jumped in.
"Looks like I was right." Sam stated
"About what?" Countered Dean.
"Andy. He's a killer after all."
"No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved my life. Yes he wasted someone, I see your point Sammy, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just, he was pushed into that." Replied Dean with venom
"Weber was pushed too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death." Replied Sam
"What's your point, Sam?"
"Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder. Everyone. You know, maybe that's what the demon's doing. Pushing us. Finding ways to break us."
"Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay? Quit worrying about it."
"You know, I heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as I am."
Dean blushed "I was mind-controlled. I'm calling a do-over and yes that sounds like I'm seven."
Sam grinned at that "Let's go."
Dean's phone rang and he picked up and answered on the first ring "Hey Ellen…You have information…We'll be right there."
The brothers arrived back at the Roadhouse, Ellen was minding the bar, Harry was shirtless the wings rapidly gaining more and more feathers by the day, cleaning the tables.
"Jo?" Called Ellen
JO 'hmmed' in response.
"Go pull up another case of beer."
"Mom..."
"Want anything else up?"
"Boxes for chips."
Harry and Jo left, Harry tossing a handgun into his jeans. As the duo left Ellen turned to the Brothers Winchester.
"So. You uh, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?" Ellen was interested in the boys, she considered them the sons she never had.
"No. Not really. No offense, it's just kind of a family thing." Said Dean, Ellen smirked at the comment and pulled out the folder of notes Harry and Neville had compiled. Neville was working in the garden as herbalist and hunter in training.
"Not anymore…Ash, Harry and Neville dug this stuff up for me…Don't look so shocked, if you have two sorcerers living under your roof, you'll milk them for every talent they have. Anyways, I'm digressing. Andrew Gallagher's house burnt down on his six-month birthday, just like your house. You think it was the demon both times, don't you? You think it went after Gallagher's family?" Said Ellen laying her cards on the table as Neville pulled up a stool.
"Yeah, we think so." Replied Sam cracking first ignoring Dean's look.
"Why?" Questioned Ellen.
"None of your business." Snarked Dean provoking Neville and Ellen.
"You mind your tongue with me, boy. This isn't just your war, this is war. Now, something big and bad's coming and it's coming fast." Snapped Ellen as Neville took over "Their side holds all the money. Now, at best all we've got is us. Together. No secrets or half-truths here…Though Harry's got some allies but still all we've got is everyone at the Roadhouse and Bobby."
"There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like me. And um ... we all have some kind of ability." Sam started tentatively.
"What sort of ability?" Asked Neville, he put more stock in the crazier bit of the supernatural but considering what he knew, it paid off in dividends.
Dean shuffled and rolled his eyes, evidently uncomfortable.
Sam carried on "Psychic abilities. Me, I have, um, I have visions. Premonitions. I don't know, it's, it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us."
Neville nodded "Always the dodgiest one visions. I should know. I lived with one and he's sleeping with your daughter."
Ellen snorted "He may have mentioned something about legili…something or other but anyway what kind of plans?"
"We don't really know for sure." Said Sam.
"These people out there, these psychics - they dangerous?"
"No. Not all of them." Growled Dean putting his foot down.
"But some are. Some are very dangerous." Countered Sam.
"Some of the best are Sam." Harry had entered the bar carrying chip boxes under his arm as he chucked them to Neville who effortlessly conducted them to their allocated spots.
"Okay, how many of them are we looking at?" Asked Ellen not batting an eye at the magic being used.
"We've been able to track a clear pattern so far. They've all had house fires on the night of the kid's six-month birthday." Explained Dean
"That's not true." Sam chipped in.
"What?" Chorused everyone
"Weber? Or Ansen Weems, or whatever his name is - I looked at his files, and there was no house fire. There's nothing out of the ordinary." Sam countered, Harry nodded.
"Which breaks pattern. So if there's any others like him, there'd be nothing in the system. No way to track 'em all down."
"And so who knows how many of 'em are really out there?" Said Dean.
Harry jumped up and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her neck "Behave, my mom…"
"If I can break the pair of you apart…Jo honey."
"Yeah?"
"You may want to break out the whiskey." Said Ellen, Harry looked up from a book.
"One hundred."
Everyone looked at him "One hundred what?"
"One hundred blood mortals of the Yellow Eyes Fiend. Battle Royale for Only one shall reign supreme and through him a leader, Brimstone has." Harry read aloud slamming the book closed.
"Better break out the Whiskey."