Harry Potter was a broken soul. His wife, the children he always treated as his even when the truth came out Ginny had cheated on him, even what few friends who had stood beside him...all dead. To make matters worse he was hounded by the same demons who killed them.

So when a massive black dragon appeared, he welcomed it with open arms hoping for Death.

"Damn. Now I get why he chose to reincarnate rather than stick around," commented the man the dragon shared a body with. His eyes were the exact same shade as his own, but his hair was cut short.

Harry felt himself swept up in a massive bear hug. The magic that thrummed in the body holding him almost made him weep. It was so warm and caring. He could feel tears falling from his face regardless.

"Easy. We're not here to hurt you. We're here to give you a second chance," said the voice of the one holding him. He curled into that embrace and just cried.

These two hadn't told him their intentions, but his core could tell they were only there to heal, not harm. Harry felt the dragon animagus put his hand on his head. There was so much warmth and protective feelings that he relaxed.

"Damn. I hope Chuck can revert his age so he can heal properly, not just cope."

Harry felt himself taken to the skies. No matter what hell he dealt with on the earth, he always felt them lift away when he was flying.

The arms kept him steady on the back of the massive dragon, which he had to admit was awesome. The last time he rode a dragon, it wasn't nearly as fun.

Chuck took one look at the unconscious form of the Master of Death and then at Dean Harvelle.

"I am not messing with Death's hand," said Chuck.

"Actually we were just wondering if you could de-age him for us. I have no idea how to do it and I doubt Mort will notice so long as I'm the one messing with his memories."

Chuck sighed, and with a touch de-aged Harry by about fifteen years. He was twenty-one again, which was how young he could make him without Death taking notice. Dean took most of the worst memories and put them in a vial so Harry could regain them later once he was up to it.

Unfortunately that attracted Death's attention. He was not pleased someone was tampering with his Master.

Death took one look at the out-cold Harry Potter, then at Dean.

Before he could say a word, Dean beat him to it.

"I am not interested in the Hallows, and no we are not planning to use him to get to you. Before you ask, yes I know who you are and frankly I don't care. All I want to do is heal him," said Dean.

Death gave Dean an odd look.

"You don't belong here. I can tell you can leave any time, so why haven't you returned home already?"

Dean gave him a winning grin.

Because, Death, I am going to clean up this mess before I leave. The idea of leaving a damn Winchester to clean up their mess is so horrifying that I couldn't possibly do it.

Death looked shocked.

How can you use telepathy?!

Dean held out his hand, entirely unafraid. Death took it and read his soul. Understanding came into his eyes.

"I see. You are my Master from another alternate, one with enough sense not to use me as a tool. I will allow you to take the man, but the Hallows must remain here."

"Ah, but we no longer have the Hallows in our world. I became your hand without having them as a conduit," countered Dean.

Death had seen that. He had never thought anyone could become his Master without those blasted items.

"Plus there's the fact that without them, you can take a nice long break from having to deal with people trying to become your next Master after this mess," said Sam.

Death nodded. Not having to deal with a Master for a while would be nice.

"Just send them back when you're about to die. Fair?"

"Will do~!" said Dean. That was something he could agree with.

Lucifer was annoyed. He had felt Micheal falling from Heaven, but still in full possession of his Grace. Someone had forced the angel out, but he had no idea who.

And anyone that powerful had to be on his side or else he would kill them. So he sent his demons out to find out the one who was responsible and to bring Micheal to him. There was nothing for a full month. That was completely unacceptable.

He was about to punish the newest batch of searchers when he felt something behind him. Turning, he found a bored looking Dean Winchester. Only there was something wrong about Dean.

For example, how in his Father's name did Winchester slip past the countless demons without him knowing about it?

"Hello Luc. See I got tired of torturing Micheal, so I figured it was about time to deal with you. And here's the kicker...your dear old dad was more than happy to insure both of you get this particular message drummed into your rather thick skulls. We can do this the easy way or the hard way."

Lucifer sneered at him.

"Oh good. I prefer the hard way when it comes to angels anyway. But before I get to your punishment, I have to deal with the other small problem first," said Dean.

He walked right up to Lucifer...and then stuck his hand right where the heart would be. Lucifer felt something being grabbed and then removed as Dean took his hand out.

It felt like the man had suckerpunched him in his grace. This was not Dean Winchester.

The man who looked like Dean looked at what was clearly a human soul. He whistled lowly.

"Dear Death, this asshole did a real number on you Sam," he said to himself. He put Sam Winchester's soul in some sort of pendant and then put it around his neck. Then he looked at a very terrified looking Lucifer. He took his right hand and touched Lucifer's head, and then his heart. Lucifer could feel something attaching to his grace.

"What...what did you do to me? What are you?"

"Me? I'm Dean Harvelle, Death's Mortal Hand. As for what I did...think of this as negative reinforcement to get the message through to you and Micheal. Brothers are supposed to love and support each other, not try to kill each other over the new kid in the house. Let's see how long it takes for the lesson to stick," he said far too cheerfully.

Lucifer felt a presence behind him. It was one he hadn't felt in so many years.

Behind him was the Prophet...but this wasn't Chuck. This was God and he was disappointed.

"I could not interfere with the fight. But there's nothing that keeps me from moving it somewhere else. I can only hope you and Micheal figure out the message Dean here is trying to make."

"What message is that...Father?" he asked with dry mouth.

"Family is supposed to love and protect each other. The Harvelle family motto is 'Ohana'. Nobody gets left behind or forgotten. We'll save anyone who's part of our family no matter how fallen or lost they've become. We don't give up and allow them to stay hurting," said Dean Harvelle.

"Dean's message is that you two have to learn that it's okay to disagree, but starting a war over a small argument blown out of hand is not. I will be watching you both to see how long it takes you to break the seal," said God.

With a clap, Micheal and Lucifer were moved to another world. The second they saw each other, they tried to restart the fight. They didn't get far, because the memories of Gabriel's pain slammed into them both like a freight train. It took them a few more tries before they figured out the trigger.

It took Dean Harvelle a week to clean up the Croatoan virus. Apparently his all purpose purging potion worked just as well for the pit virus as it did on migraines. Some of the 'zombies' didn't live, being too far gone, but at least it cleansed the virus out.

"I can't believe the answer this whole time was a magical potion," said Dean Winchester.

"That and removing the source. Pestilence was pissed when we showed up, pinned his ass while Harry took off the ring. Death handed his over when we asked, and Famine? I kicked his ass to the curb," shrugged Harvelle.

"So this is really over?"

"Lucy and Mikey are getting...reeducated...on how brothers are supposed to act. Every time they try to rip each other's throat out, they'll feel the pain Gabriel felt watching his brothers try to destroy each other...and the damage they each inflicted on him multiplied. The more they try to kill each other, the stronger the pain gets."

"And Sam?" asked Winchester.

"Sam doesn't want anything to do with you. Not after the fact it was you telling him to get lost that lead to him being captured, tortured and then forced to act as Lucifer's vessel while the world was ruined. Safe to say you blew your chance to be his brother with that dick move," said Harvelle.

In fact Sam Winchester was sticking close to his alternate, his eyes haunted from the pain he had gone through the entire time. His hair was shorter and his eyes were a different shade, but it was still him. Dean Winchester felt a pang of disgust with himself after seeing the way his brother clung to his alternate.

"There's a reason why we quit being Winchesters when we were teenagers. Following John's lead is not the best idea."

"Is there any way to get his forgiveness?"

"Dude, Winchesters never forget, and I've yet to meet one that would forgive," said Harvelle flatly...before he added "You would have to do something to really prove to him you've changed. Until then he can stay with us until he's healed from the trauma."

Winchester looked ashamed of himself and his actions. He wanted his brother back...but after what happened he knew the chances of that were about the same as a snowball's chance of staying cold in the pit. He would have better luck just trying to clean up his mess then for Sam to forgive him.

Winchester was about to say something else when he heard something. It sounded like a missile of some sort.

"SAMMY! What in Dad's name were you thinking, leaving like that! I had to get Castiel to use his mirror just to find you!" said Loki, tackling Sam Harvelle.

"OOF! Gabe, get your ass off of me!" said Sam.

"Nuh-uh. Not until you make up for leaving me high and dry for two... Sammy...who exactly is riding shotgun?" asked Gabriel a little too sweetly. It gave Dean Winchester a shiver down his back, and he had the feeling he wasn't the only one intimidated by that tone.

Sam Harvelle rolled his eyes.

"Before you pitch a total bitch fit, take a look for yourself."

Gabriel reached his grace into Sam's soul...and nearly jumped off his boy toy as if he had been burned.

It was then that Gabriel seemed to notice the fact there were now two Dean and one extra Sam.

"Sammy...what the hell happened here?"

"Alternate Earth. Harry never made a deal with Death for a second chance. That idiot left his Sam behind after a run-in with War and he was captured by Luc and turned into the vessel. A pit virus ran loose and Dean was dragged here by an angel. He decided to clean the place up, which is why we haven't left," said Sam, summing up the situation.

"Where is Lucifer and Micheal anyway?"

"Immortal plain learning the hard way how brothers are supposed to act. Every time they try to kill each other, they feel the pain your alternate felt being forced to chose one over the other and the damage they dealt to him magnified. The more they fight, the worse the pain gets," said Dean helpfully.

Gabriel chuckled evilly.

"Nice. I take it we're bringing back a few extras?" he said rubbing his hands.

"You, Castiel, Harry and Sam here. Your alternate is pretty much tied into Sam because he's terrified of being cast aside after Sam saved him, and Cas is pretty much set on being a lazy cat," said Dean.

Said black cat purred at the feeling of Dean's hand on his head.

"That is hilarious," grinned Gabriel.

"Don't laugh just yet. Once your alternate is better we're turning him into a golden retriever," said Sam with a straight face. Sam Winchester choked back a laugh. He could see it.

"So how long until I drag you lot back home? Mort's getting more upset, Luc's driving us crazy and Cas is pining for his dragon," said Gabriel.

"Lucifer couldn't possibly be driving you crazy. You would have thrown him in a room with the overlord of darkness and forced him to suffer through that until he shut up," deadpanned Dean.

Dean and Sam Winchester choked.

"I'm Sirius here! He's bitching because the only one he likes talking to is you!" said Gabriel.

"Let me get this straight...in your Earth Lucifer is not only out...but you're friends with him?"

"God gave him a choice. Either he was let out early and he learned to tolerate humanity...or he stayed in the cage until the seals were broken. Considering the first one never did, that meant he would have been stuck because neither above or below knew that I had slipped through the contract two months after it was made and didn't break the first seal," shrugged Dean Harvelle.

"You slipped through Hell?!" said Dean Winchester. Dean Harvelle shared his memories of Hell, including the reason why he had been able to go in early and fill his end of the contract without being caught.

Dean Winchester had nightmares of hell. He couldn't believe that if his alternate had slipped through simply because of Death's gift.

"Besides... I had help," said Dean Harvelle, petting his dog. Bear barked.

"So how long until I drag your sorry butts home?" asked Gabriel.

"Give us another week. Then everyone can ride on Godzilla while I follow you back," said Dean Harvelle.

"Gotcha. Until then, I'm dragging my Sam someplace discreet to have my way with him. Ta~!"

"Bring back some Mead! I'm betting they left it unguarded since this mess started!" said Dean Harvelle. Gabriel nodded in agreement.

"Gabriel!" yelped Sam as his angel grabbed him and vanished.

"I swear he's a bigger kid than I am," snorted Dean Harvelle.