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.
XII
The tension was thick in the bar as Hunters, Huntresses and Wizards stared each other down "Harry, we need to know exactly what you bought on the black market including anything that might be sentient...We also need to put the word out over the Hunter network of the Demons long term plan." Announced Ellen, getting a derisive snort from Harry.
"You think this...One hundred thing is the long game? Ellen this is to at a guess select a Leader or Champion of some kind." Stated Harry, the Angel inside of him was screaming at the outrage. 'THE WORLD IS NOT READY!' Was what had been reverberating around Harry's skull the moment he began to guess the Demon's plan.
"What is the plan?" Probed Ellen.
"It's quite simple...Anyway's I'm not telling you that because it is a well known event. Makes very a good film market." Countered Harry before wandlessly summoning case files as four Hunters walked in. Harry jumped over the counter "Simon, Garfunkel, Jack, Jill not seen you guys in a while."
Garfunkle grinned "A quick drink and then buisness of the saving kind." Harry nodded and pulled out four beers "Sorry if they're warm, but if you kindly hear me out before filling with iron at close range, I can make these ice cold." Harry replied handing one of the bottles to the four.
"Okay, just how...WHAT THE FUCK!" exclaimed Jill as she saw ice litterally appear on the bottles before cracking off.
"I'm a elementalist. My gifts extend to pyrokinesis, cryokinesis with a slight hand of electrokinesis...Anyways its inherited on. My mom was more geokinesis and my dad was aerokinetic well they're both dead." Harry replied hand slowly moving towards a Glock.
"Harry, have you got any work at all?" Asked Simon curiously, he liked the jobs Harry gave. They were precise, up to date with the suspected monster and top three alternatives, dealing methods and disposing sights and everything in between. Harry's jobs were half done and well done to the point of anyone with a good head on their shoulders and able to remain calm in any situation and were in the know could deal with it.
However, Harry had said that he wasn't all knowing and could make mistakes but aside from a what was guessed to have been five vampires in a town turned out to be thirty vampires from five different nests involved in a gang war. Garfunkle grinned as he drank his beer that was a hazardous hunt, He called Harry and the came and they took out the nests and ended the conflict over three nights.
Harry nodded "We've got a Ghost Haunting in Philadelphia a Mr H.H. Holmes. That's all we've got on the spook. As you know my file and information. You know what to expect. I have also a rather interesting brutal murder of a lawyer and his wife but it the suspect swears he was sleeping with someone's sister."
"A shifter then. Location?" Asked Jack curiously.
"Baltimore." Replied Harry handing out the two dossiers. The four hunters nodded Harry stared "You guys are working in pairs these days? Anyone seen Constantine?"
Jill smirked "Constantine is Constantine, he's fine. From a Crosser, I had words with turns out a Blue Eyes has put out a contract on the guys head...He's down in Texas when I saw him." Harry cocked his head.
"He's not a lover for the Lone Stars. Why's he down there?"
Jill shrugged then clicked her fingers "Something about a Fragment of Solomon."
Harry stared "Shit...this isn't good. Jill thanks for the heads up. I'll take this one." Jill nodded "Keep yourself safe Harry Potter...Yes, I know who you are but don't worry I won't tell."
The four hunters left and Harry turned to the group "Winchester's, a Crossy situation in Mississipi...Neville fancy a trip to Texas?"
Neville grinned "Food?"
"Barbeque, burgers the size of your fist and a whole lot of ghosts. Demon's not so much. Texan's hate Demons more than most states. They would have preferred to be part of Empire if sources are accurate."
Neville had his bag packed as had Jo "I'm coming as well. Not letting some woman from Texas get my Boyfriend."
Harry groaned "Jo, this is a simple Search, Recover and Rebury."
Jo pulled herself upto a her full height which meant Harry could rest his chin on her forehead and due to some dodgy recipe's Harry had grown to his proper height of 6'0. "I'm coming Mister."
Harry sighed "Okay then." He looked at his Godson who nodded "I'll stay. I'll behave." Harry ruffled the boys hair and five minutes later the trio were pulling out of the Roadhouse Parking Lot and were on their way to Texas.
"What's got you in a fluster?" Asked Jo, nerves getting the better of her slightly. She knew her boyfriend was in the midst of a metamorphasis and turning into an Angel but he was meant to be really calm and collected and quite frankly with the revelation of the Hundred prophecy and the news the Hunters brought in, he was more rattled than ever.
"Constantine found a particle of the Key of Solomon...No I do not mean the Book of Solomon which the man smartly ripped into seven bits, god I hate that number. Digression anyways he found a part of the Key of Solomon. All I know is my gut is screaming at me to get the fragment out of Texas and get the hell out myself." Explained Harry as they hurtled down the back roads all the way to Route 66.
They stopped off in Amarillo at The Big Texan Steak Ranch for a meal before they piled back into the car and headed down to San Antonio. As they entered San Antonio, Harry's phone went off "I'm at the Crockett Musket Motel. 69. Knock four times." Was the message getting a smirk from Harry.
"Knock four times?"
"Your song is ending sir... It is returning. It is returning through the dark and then Doctor, oh, but then... He will knock four times."(1) Neville nodded "I understand." Jo was perplexed at the reference but was reassured when Harry told her he'd explain later.
They arrived at the Motel Musket, Harry grabbed Jo's hand and directed her to the lobby as Neville made his way to the room. Just before reaching the Lobby, Harry pulled her inside a freshly cleaned room, kissed her before turning them both invisible "We'll have some fun later on." Jo nodded and the pair headed to the room and entered.
The new arrival's jaws dropped, the place was practically a minaturised Bobby Singer Panic Room! Ancient looking seals littered all the services and what looked a draft prevent which was in essence a big rock hard pillow looked like it had been rolled in salt was slid into place the moment the door closed "Jesus almighty Constantine...I've not seen you this rattled since the Demon Summoning stunt in Aigleville."
Brian Walker/Constantine snorted and lit a cigarette "Because the Aigleville Incident did not have a FRAGMENT of SOLOMON'S KEY involved...Swear to the Lord. Harry...Does the Key of Solomon do what I think it does?"
Harry nodded grimly "It does...It's even worse if they find the fourteen fragments."
Jo snapped "FOURTEEN FRAGMENTS! HARRY JAMES POTTER! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHAT IS GOING ON!" Neville grunted and Harry sighed.
"Okay...Things are going down the pan faster than I can say Allonsy. Okay Solomon/Jedidiah/Sulayman was a King and a Wise one of Israel and yes Neville, Kings can be wise. Anyway, Solomon was known for his ability with Demons, Magic, Angels etc. Now I'm not sure of what happened but Israel imploded after Solomon's death, people made a grab for five artefacts recorded; Greater Book of Solomon, Little Book of Solomon, Key of Solomon, Treaty of Vessels and finally the Solomon Chain...The last two, I know for sure were melted into Oblivion in the last Apocalypse run down..." Everyone stared at him "...The Apocalypse, End of Days! How do you guys not know about this stuff! The last one nearly happened over the years of 1939 to 1945."
"That was the Second World War! I'm guessing that World War One was another." Announced Jo, Harry chuckled a dark laugh that unsettled everyone in the room.
"Jo, you've clocked it. Go to the head of the class. However there are stipulations, no more than two attempts to kickstart the Apocalypse were Century and considering they've already tried once in 01. They tried again 03. We should be safe but for some reason the rules have gone out the window and they're going for a third." Harry replied.
"Solomon, Artefacts, Apocalypse carry on." Snapped Jo.
"Digression...Treaty of Vessels as it sounds upto two millennia of people and their demonic or angelic hosts. Destroyed by Heratticus Potter, don't know when. Solomon's Chain prevents ALL kinds of shit possession, poison, disease, direct magical attacks, thermaturgy so much stuff...Neville's ancestors got rid of the damn thing, Those two artefacts could not fall into anyones hands. Anyway word got out that the Books and Key were only ones left. Fights broke out everyone wanting the books and the keys so they broke the books and keys into eighteen fragments hid them."
"What do they do? I'm guessing the Books contain magics of some sort but what good is a key?" asked Neville curiously.
"Books can bring things out and send things back but requirements are needed but a key allows for things to come and go as they please and guess who'd want that?" Constantine asked with a smirk.
"Someone who wants something back so desperately they'd go to any lengths to get them back." Said Neville grimly.
"What they'd use the Key to break into hell?" Asked Jo getting a laugh from the Smoking Priest.
"No. Getting into hell is easy but getting out is harder. The key helps do that. That is why we need to move the key fragment. Fourteen fragments are books and three are for the key." Explained Harry grimly.
That's when everything went down hill for the trio.
(With Brothers Winchester)
Sam and Dean forced the door open the door only to hear Evan, the man they were chasing barricade himself inside another "I'm not ready Demons!" Shouted Evan through the barricaded door in his study.
"We are not Demons. We are people who can help though." Called Sam as they heard the distinct growling of large invisibles dogs, Hellhounds. Hellhounds were the pets of the Crossroad Demons, or just demons in general.
"I'm not ready to die...If you can help get rid of those damn things." Whimpered Evan.
"Why'd you make the deal? What'd ya do it? What so important for you to through your soul away?" Roared Dean as Sam discharged his salt gun, getting a whimper and snarl from the Hound.
"My wife! My wife and daughter. Daughter was getting married and my wife has cancer. My daughter had a child on the way. My wife will be dead before the wedding the birth of our Grandchild. I begged the Demon to save her...That were ten year ago. Then the cancer came back, I was a minor con in my youth double crossed a demon for an extra year. It worked for a while." Cried Evan.
Dean pulled out the Goofer dust "Goofer dust. Does to Hellhounds, like Salt to Demons. I'll deal with the Crossroads." Dean had a sinking feeling that when their father died the man had made a deal bargaining instead of fighting and the only way to tell was to get answers.
Sam began Dusting the room as Dead summoned up the Crossroads Demon which turned out to be an attractive woman. "I can't terminate a binding contract...It's just not done. You have to understand being a Crossroad Demon is bit like a Salesman. You don't break deals."
Dean nodded "Then can we make a new deal?" He found himself thrown against a wooden structure.
"You STUPID MAN! A Devil's TRAP! You stupid, stupid... I should rip you limb from limb!" Snarled the Demon.
"Take your best shot." Pleaded Dean trying to sound defiant. The Demon snickered at him "No. I don't think so. I'm not going to put you out of your misery...You see our misery's the whole point. It's too much fun to watch. Knowing how your daddy died for you, how he sold his soul. I mean, that's gotta hurt." As she spoke, She was pushing Dean further and further back towards the wooden railing as she continued "It's all you ever think about. You wake up and your first thought is, 'I can't do this anymore." You're all lit up with pain. I mean, you loved him so much. And it's all your fault.'" Dean recoiled as she was right up in his face "And guess what? You blew it, You blew it Dean! I could have given you what you need."
Dean stared at her dumbly "What do I need?"
"Your father. I could have brought him back. Your loss. Seeya, Dean. I wish you a nice long life." Mocked the Demon, however Dean smirked.
"Look up." She did and her teeth extended in rage. Dean smirked and with that he began to chant "Regna terrae, cantate Deo,psallite Domino'
qui fertis super caelum
caeli ad Orientem
Ecce dabit voci Suae
vocem virtutis,
tribuite virtutem Deo.
Deus caeli, Deus terrae,
humiliter majestati gloriae Tuae supplicamus
ut ab omni infernalium spirituum potestate,
laqueo, deceptione et nequitia,
omnis fallaciae, libera nos, Domine.
Vade, Satana, inventor et magister
omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis.
Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei-" As the chant was going on Sam was pulling Evan out the back of Study, down the back hallway as a hellhound tore after them.
Dean broke his liplock with the Demon she had broken and pleaded for her existance and Dean ever the charmer agreed. The curse was lifted and the Hellhound and Demon were sent back to hell. Dean met up with Sam and they headed back towards the Roadhouse, he didn't listen to Sam's questions but managed to answer them adequately until the last one "You never considered actually making a deal, right?"
Dean didn't respond except for blasting the stereo loudly, as Sam looked out the side mirror, he flinched. He was going to have to save Dean some how.
A/N
Demon Eye Colour Strongest to Weakest
Lilith and Alistair- White Eyes
Bodyguards/Knights of Hell- Blue (Darker the stronger)
Azazeal- Yellow
Crowley-Orangey/Red (King of Crossroads)
Crossroads-Red to Orange (More orange the stronger. Not many because accidents are catching...Especially with Crowley)
Rank and File- Black