Chapter 6

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Apocalypse Begin

Unfortunately for Harry in two days' time the Winchester brothers were coming to visit the unknowing pastor because of a rumor circulating in the Hunter society about a pastor coming back to life from the dead.

Harry had been going through 'holy' books like a demon (not the deal making kind obviously). Any mention of an Angel of Death was nary to be found… yet. He would bloody find it if it was the last thing he did. Maybe it wasn't anywhere in the more recent scriptures. He'd have to dig deeper. Maybe look through Judaism…

Knock. Knock.

Harry glanced at his door with a frown. Who in the world would come to his house at six o' clock in the morning? With a sigh he pulled himself from his research and plodded to the door. Pulling it open he was met with a sight he was most definitely not expecting to see. Dean and Sam in normal looking clothing standing on his porch.

"Um…"

Harry had to struggle not to gape. He had given up his research on the brothers' last name in search of his own name and then they just happen to pop up on his doorstep. Weird.

"So what kind of virgin sacrificing blood drinking ritual did you perform on yourself," the older brother asked almost nonchalantly. If it weren't for his piercing stare and rigid shoulders the wizard might have believed it was a normal question about the weather or something.

"What!?"

"Dean!"

"What Sammy," the man said glaring up at his brother. "We know he had to do some hoodoo to come back to life and we never really questioned how he was able to summon Castiel and even you yourself said he somehow grew claws and was able to disappear!"

"Excuse me but did you just accuse me of being a witch," Harry asked deeply offended.

"That I did short stuff. Are you going to attack me with your hoodoo now or-"

Harry punched him in the face. And judging by both of their faces it was not what they were expecting.

"I am a pastor in a church of God and you have just accused me of being a witch," The wizard spat.

"Dean," Sam groaned in exasperation. "I'm sorry pastor Star. We really came here to talk but sometimes Dean has a really severe case of foot-in-mouth syndrome."

"Hey," the elder said indignantly while clutching his nose. Harry hoped it was broken.

"Can we come in please?"

"Why should I invite hunters into my home? Especially after one accused me of witchcraft!" Harry threw a glare at Dean who was still nursing his injury. Moss green eyes just glared back. Witchcraft was absolutely offending. He did not make a deal for his magic thank you very much!

Sam pulled a puppy face. "We have some questions. Please we swear we won't do anything."

Dean let out a mumbled, "Speak for yourself." But otherwise didn't say anything.

Harry snorted angrily but opened the door further and allowed the brothers in. He closed and locked the door and turned to find them both staring at something. What could they..? Oh yeah. He still hadn't fixed any of the damage from when Sirius' specter was here. Though the couch was now back in its proper place and not lodged firmly in his kitchen wall. Someone had tried to clean the bloodstain but they didn't do a very good job. It must have been a cursory cleaning that they planned to finish later but forgot about.

"Oh yeah, sorry about the mess. I only just came from the hospital the day before yesterday. Haven't really had time to fix anything." Especially since he'd been devouring holy scriptures.

"Dude," Dean said shocked, slightly lowering his hands. "What the hell happened here!?"

"Eh. Got into a fight with a ghost from the past and lost abysmally."

Again the brothers looked at him with shock.

"D-did the ghost have a strange marking on its' hand," Sam almost whispered.

"Now that you mention it… I do recall seeing a strange mark. Not like it helped me any though. He still successfully put a hole in my torso. I imagine that's why you guys are here right? I had a few suspicious hunters visit me in the hospital but I passed all their stupid little tests. Now I have to pass yours?"

"Wait other hunters visited you?"

Harry in a moment of pity tossed Dean an icepack from his surprisingly intact freezer. The man grunted, snapped his nose in place with a painful yelp, wiped away most of the blood with some napkins, and then put the ice on hissing at the sting. He could of sworn the man was muttering about messing up his perfect face…

"Of course. You thought it would just be you two? Tsk. It's not everyday someone comes back from being dead after eight minutes with a giant gaping hole through their body. You probably heard about me on the hunter grapevine."

"Well we did hear about you from Bobby and he's pretty connected," Sam said hesitantly.

"Then that would explain it. Now, other than my miraculous revival is there anything else you need?"

Sam looked about to say something before his attention turned to all the books littering Harry's apartment.

"Are… are these holy scriptures?"

Dean looked at Sam like he was crazy before reading some of the book titles and raising both eyebrows.

"What so the holy man isn't holy enough or something?"

"Though, it's really none of your business I'm doing research. And yes Sam, these are all holy scriptures. All relatively newer ones, unfortunately."

"What are you researching? Maybe we could help?"

"I doubt you could-"

"We do have an… angel on our side."

Harry didn't miss the way Dean paused before the word angel, as if not really believing it. Harry snorted.

"Look it's nice and all but I really don't need any help-"

"Are you trying to find out about your powers?"

Harry grunted in exasperation. These brothers were annoying! They kept cutting him off and trying to force their help on him. He didn't need it seriously. Then a thought popped into his head. It was stupid and totally crazy but… if it worked maybe he'd be closer to his name than before.

"Alright. I'll let you help me. But I doubt it will be the way want to."

"It's not going to be anything perverted is it, pastor," Dean asked with narrowed eyes.

Harry glared. "No! It's just a different way to go about it."

"Well, what is it you need then Mr. Star," Sam asked eagerly.

"Ugh! Call me Harry. That Mr. thing gets real old, real fast. As do your perverted jokes and innuendos!"

Harry sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose briefly. "I noticed when I summoned, Castiel was it? That I had more memory flashes. So I believe that being around an angel would help even more and you two are the only people I know that have somewhat regular contact with an angel."

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting," the smaller brother asked suspiciously.

"Well, that would depend entirely on what you think I'm suggesting."

"What Dean means is that… well are you asking to travel with us?"

"If it would be completely beneficial why not?"

"Maybe beneficial to you holy man."

"How could it be beneficial to us?"

"Well you would have a never-ending supply of holy water at hand. Holy water blessed by a man of god is a lot stronger than holy water blessed by anyone that knows the blessing in Latin. And I've discovered some things I can do. I imagine they would be beneficial to your hunts."

"Like what," Dean asked with a frown, shifting the ice pack.

"Like this," Harry said wandlessly summoning the salt from his cupboard. He could play his magic off as holy powers for the boys. The angel would be a bit trickier but it should work.

The brothers were gaping at him and the package of salt in his hand. Dean looked ready to pull a gun but Sam had eyes that sparkled of curiosity and childish wonder. Before the shorter brother could do anything Sam had yanked Dean out of his seat torward the front door with a quick, 'we'll be back!' thrown over his shoulder. Harry smirked in satisfaction. Sam would probably convince his older brother to let Harry tag along. His powers could be useful anyhow.

"What the hell, Sammy!?"

"It's Sam," the younger one corrected absently. "Just think Dean! If we could have someone with angelic powers help destroy demons it would be a lot easier."

"No. Not a snowball's chance in Hell, man."

"C'mon Dean. What if he's just like Anna! Except instead of tuning into the angel radio he kept his grace but just can't hear the others."

Dean gave his younger brother a searching look before sighing and leaning against the railing on the side of the porch. "You really think he'll help that much? I mean he could be dangerous Sam. And even if he does turn out like Anna, that wouldn't really be a good thing for us, you know? They were trying to eradicate her existence if you haven't forgotten. What if they want to do the same for him?"

"Well…"

"See even you don't know!"

"But Dean! If he can help, even just a little…! And we did say we would help him you know."

"Fine. Have it your way. But if shit hits the fan I'm going to say I told you so."

Fairfax, Indiana was nice. He was staying in the motel room right next to the Winchesters. They had finally told him their last name after almost a week of traveling.

And what a week it was. While Sam had been outside convincing Dean to let Harry tag along, the wizard had called up Jinson and told him he was going to travel the country and help those in need of God. Jinson agreed quite happily, but made the condition that he had to call at least once a month.

After that he gathered what few books he hadn't finished and any herbs that the brothers needed. Sam gave him a silver dagger, for protection he said, that the Master of Death hid in the waistband of his black jeans.

Dean was still surly about Harry coming and took every chance he could (mostly when Sam wasn't around) to scare the wizard away but Harry stayed. He wanted to see Castiel and any other angel that would pop up. Maybe he would recognize them. Or they him. The latter would be even better but he doubted it. Even Death hadn't really recognized him until he did something that was familiar to the entity.

Sam on the other hand threw question after question at Harry. They ranged from topics such as angels all the way to the law concerning religious practices. It was strange but so far Sam was harmless, especially without Ruby. Sure he was protective of the older Winchester but he seemed more carefree and open without the demon around.

Harry had wondered about bringing up Ruby but if Dean didn't know anything about her he wasn't going to say anything to put a wrench in the brothers' relationship. Though from the tension that sometimes existed Harry had a hunch that Dean already knew about Ms. Bitch. Still, he wouldn't say anything.

Anyway, today the brothers had gone to the hospital to investigate the claims of a high schooler being possessed and killing another girl. It was actually quite sad. And he hadn't felt any demons in the area so maybe it was a ghost? Harry really didn't know and he wasn't going to think much on it unless they asked for his help. Then he would interrogate all the answers he could out of them about the case. And when it was all over he would pray for all of those involved.

It was around fourish when a knock sounded at the door. Then two more followed by three more. Finally! They were back. Sam may be a pain with all of his questions but at least he was interesting to talk to. Harry popped up off his bed and opened the door with a smile.

"So?"

"Ghost possession. We think its Barry, a boy who committed suicide at school a while back."

Ha! Knew it wasn't a demon. But the wizard didn't voice his thoughts.

"So how do you get rid of ghosts then," Harry asked while ushering Sam inside.

"Well tonight we'll go salt and burn his bones."

"Hmmm… Salt for purification and fire to put the wandering soul to rest?"

"Yeah actually. You're pretty smart."

Harry smiled proudly.

For the rest of the night Sam and Harry chatted about ghosts, souls, religion, and the afterlife.

"Actually I believe that all gods who are worshipped exist."

"Really?"

"Yep. In fact I really believe that people create gods through their belief but not many agree with that. And definitely don't mention that theory to any fanatics…"

"Wait so if people created God how could he have created humans."

Harry snickered at Sam's confusion. "It is people's belief that He created Earth and humans that actually led to him creating the one's that would eventually give him life."

"That makes no sense!"

Harry looked up at the doorway to see Dean standing there. Behind him the stars could clearly be seen through the black of the night sky.

"Well it sort of does. It's like the theory of paradoxes with time travel right?"

"Yes." Harry decided to explain more seeing as Dean had that look on his face that said he had no idea what they were talking about. "The paradox theory basically says you cannot change anything in the past because it was already meant to happen. For example you went back in time to save someone's life but by trying to save their life you actually kill them. If you hadn't gone back that person wouldn't have died. But you go back was meant to happen so the person dying was meant to happen as well. Understand?"

Now Dean's face was saying he understood all too well. The older brother cleared his throat and said with fake cheer, "I prefer the theory of alternate dimensions. Anyway, Sammy it's about time to head out."

"Oh yeah! Thanks Dean. I'll talk to you later Harry. That's a really interesting theory by the way."

Harry smirked as the brother's left. It wasn't a theory. In his heart he knew it to be absolutely true.

The next time Harry saw Sam was about noon the next day and he only saw him because he was staring up at the sky through his window when the Impala pulled into the lot. Sam stumbled out of the passenger side and was clutching his abdomen. Dean quickly got out and helped the taller man get into their hotel room.

Harry had seen blood. Sam, his new friend, was bleeding enough the pain showed on his face! That wasn't good! He rocketed back to his bed, grabbing the bag underneath where he kept medical supplies and flew to the room next door. Making sure to do the correct knocking sequence he let himself in and flinched at the sight of the younger Winchester on the bed with a knife wound in his gut.

Dean was washing away the blood with some water and a towel and looked up when the wizard entered.

"Do you think you can pull off some angel mojo," the man asked frowning.

Harry blinked. "I've never tried healing before."

Which was honestly true. He'd never tried healing wandlessly. Angels were supposed to be good healers though right? But he was the angel of Death… what if he couldn't heal, only destroy…?

"Well," Dean snapped.

The Master of Death shook his head to clear his thoughts. "I'll try."

Then he knelt next to the bed, hands hovering over the wound, and concentrated. He concentrated on the cells that were destroyed and willed them to heal and duplicate. He focused on the veins and capillaries, fixing them and returning the blood that was spilt. Slowly, ever so slowly, the blood crawled back inside his body and the wound sealed over.

Sam, who had his eyes clenched closed earlier, and Dean were now staring at him. Sam with with awe and Dean… well, Dean was harder to figure. There was definite wariness, some joy, and maybe some disgust? He couldn't figure out the last but for now it didn't matter. Sam was safe and Harry was bloody tired. He collapsed on top of Sam and drifted into Morpheus' embrace.

Sam stared at the pastor lying in the back seat. It had been four days since he had healed Sam of a potentially fatal stab wound and he had still yet to wake up. It was rather disconcerting that his body didn't seem to need food or water but well… he was supposed to be angel right?

Dean had thankfully started to come around about Harry. In fact, Sam could see he sort of liked the man, though he would never admit it. It made him happy. More than happy. At first he liked, just liked the man and how he seemed to know a lot but now… Now it was more than just like. The younger Winchester was quite positive he was forming a crush on Harry.

That secret he would keep to himself for now. At least until Dean accepted the pastor more and they had both spent more time around the man. Harry's eyelids started to flutter and Sam returned his attention to the back seat passenger.

The Master of Death groaned and lifted a hand to block the bright light. He felt as if he'd been asleep forever and was just now waking up with the sun in his face.

"How are you feeling?"

"Finally awake midget?"

Well Harry could definitely tell which brother asked which question.

"One, I am not a midget," Harry started.

"You're shorter than me so you're a midget."

"Two, I'm fine, thanks Sam," the wizard continued, ignoring Dean's comment. "How long have I been out?"

"Four days."

Harry sat up straight in shock, barely noticing they were on a freeway. "Four days!?"

"That's what princess said your holy midgetness."

"Who asked you, Dean?"

"Oh no one. Just thought you would want my awesome opinion. And now that you're awake…"

Dean turned on the radio and AC/DC started blasting. As Harry had found earlier in his trip it wasn't the music that bothered him. It was Dean's attempts at singing that did.

"So Sam," Harry started loudly. "Where are we going?"

"Bedford, Iowa."

In retaliation to their yelling over him, Dean only sang louder. It was really reminiscent of a howling dog trying to sing along. That is, absolutely bloody annoying. Well, Bedford here we come…

AN: So I finally got a charger. A universal charger. And the tip that is supposed to fit in my Toshiba doesn't. The tip that is supposed to fit in the Acer does… Good thing its universal. Yeesh. And those puppy eyes Persefoni? Yeah… So not fair. I hope you all enjoyed. Leave a review please~!