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

Harry was pacing in the basement. The past four months had caused him and Joanne to lose so much sleep due to his unpleasent visions and him twitching, tossing and turning as the winged outlines on his back rapidly began to fill with feathers, Jo had told him to either move back into his room or the basement.

Ever since they had buried the Key of Solomon Shard, Harry had been plagued by visions. He had seen the release of the Croatoan on a small Oregon Town, since Harry had moved into the Roadhouse and his reputation had spread he was unofficial Hunter Commander, relaying information across the Hunter Network through a series of false aliases, burner phones, anonymous emails. Unfortunately for him, Hunters were too few and cases were too many. The ratio was per state possibly as many as four Hunters to about fifty cases. Hunters could get a lot but they couldn't get all of them.

Plus not all Hunters trusted him, so some contacted Bobby and Impala Brothers. Between the three of them they managed to make something of a safety net. However, in some cases when the net failed new Hunters had been found. Inevitably these new Hunters were discovered, trained and then dispatched.

Sam and Dean had been given a string of cases that predictably gone belly up. Why had they gone belly up? The answers were either some unseen guiding force or because they were Sam and Dean. The cases they had been involved a Hoodoo Witch Doctor in a little girls body, Sam losing his memory and a result being targeted by a sociopathic vampire specialist.

Another that made Harry chuckle was an altercation with a Shapeshifter and a Bank. Harry had damn near wet himself when he had heard that the Winchesters were accused of being a bank robbbers. The moment they got back Harry had given them a simple Werewolf job. Unknown to the Brothers and something Harry would prefer to be kept secret, Sam had been possessed by a demon forcing Harry totrack them down, exercise the demon and rewrite Sam's memories through the use of compulsion charms and potions. He made it look like to Dean that Sam had gone off on a bender after a job that involved helping a ghost move on.

Meanwhile Neville had called Harry and Jo in on a major case of University Deaths. Which is where we find ourselves on the Doomsday clock. "Hey, Neville. Long time no see last time I saw you was just after an incident about a man and his dog being swapped around." Neville snorted "Yeah, you still look like shit. The wing thing still ongoing?"

"Yup. Sleeping in basement these days...Still love him. Anyways you sounded severely pissed off on the phone."

Neville nodded "Small things at first like missing phone, wallet and that but recently getting worse...Just before you arrived, a Professor took a four storey nose dive and before that a kid self-mutilated himself to death or it was other way around."

Harry and Jo groaned "Where are the Winchesters?" Asked Jo.

"Last I checked they were in Folsom Prison."

Neville snorted at that "Remind me to play that song for them later...Anyways Harry, Jo any suggestions on what we're up against?"

"Why do you say Harry first?" Asked Jo eyebrows Rising.

"Because he's generally upto his neck in supernatural shit and tends to know what we are up against."

"Would have said a Poltergeist but you mentioned those little jokes, sometimes I hate this job. I think we've got Tricky Trickster Trouble. Super Sneaky with nigh on invulnerability to typical Hunter tricks and traps and more or less immortal. Tend to be demideities with unnaturally good abilities of warping reality. That's the downside, the upside is they're hyperactive and have a sweet tooth addiction and the only way to kill them is to stab them in the heart ..."

Jo giggled "That's simple."

"...With a steak coated in the blood of a victim." Jo's face fell.

"Do we have any examples?"

"Loki, Anansi...Only ones of the top of my head. They, rather Loki particularly tends to focus on the high and the mighty..." Harry shrugged "...Rare as fuck, twice as deadly and triple the pain to deal with. I have noticed that belief in them makes them much more powerful. The Twins, Neville could quite possibly become a pair."

Neville gulped "They're going to be nightmare if they do."

"They'll leave us alone. They like us." Harry said with a dry grin. "Let's get set up. We have a Trickster to Trap."

"Not kill?"

"Trickster's don't isolate themselves to a particular area like just a university. This thing I'm guessing is more than a trickster but I don't know what. So pray it is just an obscenely powerful trickster."

Just out of sight Loki, stared. Hunters. Things were going to get difficult. The other male and girl left to find the motel but it was black haired and thin young man who put Loki on edge. Harry looked over his shoulders "Open thine eyes, pierce the veil. Cast thou all seeing eyes and see what shalt not be seen by mortals." He murmured and his eyes turned dark blue and Harry smirked.

Loki gulped when the man vanished from his sight. Suddenly Loki was held against the wall of the building "I have an angel blade near your gut. I suggest you and I find a quiet place so we can have a chat...brother." The last word was considerably stressed getting a gulp from the Trickster.

Loki nodded and with a flick of his hand under Harry's supervision they melted away and reappeared in something akin to as Dean would say 'A rich asshole with more money than sense' apartment. Harry placed himself in one of the comfy armchairs and grabbed one of the Cookie's and Cream chocolate bars and looked at Loki "Which one are you?"

Loki's pale skin faded away to reveal a well defined figure with six golden wings on his back "Gabriel...You can call me Gabriel."

Harry nodded and concentrated, to Gabriel his eyes widened as six wings appeared out of the Hunters back, only two of them blazing gold with the other four being obsidian black. He began to shiver with cold sweat "You're him! The Archangel Born of mMan and raised upon Death's Wings!"

Harry stared "Apparently...You forgot the word reluctantly. I didn't ask for this. All I wanted was to have a standard girlfriend. Well got a girlfriend but well hunting supernatural bad shit...What is going on with me? Can you help?"

Gabriel grinned "Harry Potter, Son of James and Lily. It was written that you would be elevated to the rank of Archangel. It's always been your destiny yes I know it's cliche but besides the guy writing this is a monumental dick from time to time. All angels and archangels possess Omnipotence and Omniscience to a degree. Some more than others, we gain other things as we get older and some of them are literally comic book powers. Anyway you're a Fledgling, basically Angel Essence in a Human form or Baby Angel, you need a big push to become an Archangel. Anyways I believe you want to know why I'm here well spoilers. Can't tell you but tell you what you convince your big mate and lovely girlfriend to leave me alone and I'll help you out."

Harry grinned "I can't get us to leave Gabriel...However, I am not unopposed to faking death." Gabriel's eyes glistened "You are possibly my favourite fledgling...go on."

"Give me a soda can of yours and imbue it with your powers so it looks like a steak to everyone but me. Same with ketchup. We meet you, you leave clues, we fight. We kill you but in reality it is a clone."

Gabriel nodded "Not quite following with soda can and stake thing."

Harry groaned "We need a device or signal to signal to each other what is about to happen. We believe you to be a trickster. Now I'm not up to killing an Angel. Now the can needs an illusion around it so everyone bar me looks like I have a stake to kill you. When we meet you can see the soda can. So when I'm stabbing you I'm really throwing a can of soda at you covered in ketchup which is meant to look like blood."

Gabriel cackled and hugged the hunter "You're a devious son of a bitch."

Harry shrugged "As long as no-one finds out. Anyway, if you want some fun a Black Impala, two brothers, surname Winchester. Always good for a laugh either with or at take your pick. Now I have a backstory to make, stake and blood to get, beer, pizza and other things."

With that Harry, vanished. His body spiralling clockwise into his eye socket (Type Kamui into Youtube and you'll understand).

Jo let Harry in as he was carrying six pizza's and three, bags of beer "Any luck?"

"Loki... Loki, Loki...Got a stake of Yew and three flasks of blood to deal with him. Now all we need to do is track the bitch down."