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From what they'd gathered the previous night, 'Lewis'- what kind of demons name was Lewis?- was now off limits for killing, that is unless they wanted to upset the Master of Death.

Sam and Dean had headed to the nearest bar and had decidedly gotten drunk off their faces in hopes that, that nights dealings would somehow start making sense.

It didn't.

The two woke up with raging hangovers, Dean had gone to fetch them breakfast and Sam had started packing up the case files. Turning around to place more notes into his bag, Sam nearly toppled over backwards at the sight of Harry lounging on his bed.

''The Hell!'' He shouted, hand over his heart, chest heaving in surprise.

''You have a book on thestrals, they're so detailed, humans are so strange to be able to come by them'' Harry rattled off legs swinging while he perused the pages. ''I was under the impression you wouldn't be able to read them, wait, can you read them?'' Harry continued peering over the top of the book at Sam who was leaing against the wall.

''Er, yeah, we can, why wouldn't we be able to?'' Sam asked eyebrows raised in confusion.

''No reason, I suppose, I just thought you'd have had to be magically inclined like I used to be, that's all'' Harry replied absent mindedly.

''Magically inclined? Used to be?'' Sam repeated, voice raising, ''But you're the Master of Death, what?'' mind whirling at the implications.

After some time had passed, in which Sam was still processing what had been said, ''Harry...you know what you said earlier, does that mean you weren't always em... the way you are now?...Does that make sense?'' Sam questioned, scrathing his head when it didn't come out sounding right.

Harry was switched to lying on his back, arms stretched up to the ceiling watching his hands clench and flex, pausing in his ministrations, Harry gave the now seated man a 'duh' look before replying,

''Well yeah, I mean you've never heard of a previous Master of Death have you?''

Sam didn't know what to say to that so he laughed shyly, and shook his head in the negative .

''Guess not, how exactly did you manage that by the way?'' Sam asked eagerly.

''Do you really want to know?'' Harry whispered, eyes searching the taller man for something, Sam felt exposed under the gaze, doubting his need to know.

Rattling at the door interrupted the intense moment and Dean stumbled through the door, coffees in one hand keys in the other and a bag of donuts in his mouth,

''Ooh! Donuts, can I have one?'' Harry pleaded, bouncing excitedly on the bed.

''Harry?!'' Dean exclaimed around the paper in his mouth, ''Dude what the hell doing here? You're like a penny or something''

Language Dean! I'm an impressionable thirteen today, also I wanted to see what you guys were up to, I don't often spend time with humans anymore...'' Harry trailed off solemnly,before remembering,

''Anyway doughnuts?'' he said as he watched the bag fall from a disturbed looking Deans mouth.

That's another chapter I know it took forever but... yeah, if it helps the reviews and alerts guilt-ed me into posting...