Chapter Summary: In which Dean Winchester has someone to come home to. (Pre-series, Supernatural)
Harry paused at the sink, his eyes narrowing as he magically shut off the tv in the living room. Silence filled the room before that familiar growl roared down the driveway. He grinned, tapped his wand against the sink counter and watched as the dishes began to clean themselves, and walked over to the doorway. The moon was bright tonight as it shone down onto the Impala, glinting off the headlights and bringing light to the driver.
Harry froze at the sight, watching as the car crawled all the way up the driveway at a slow pace, like the driver's foot was not putting too much pressure on the gas pedal.
"Dean!"
His hunter was in the driver's seat, alone with no other passengers in the car, with two gashes on his head. Harry nearly flew down the porch steps and raced over to the Impala as it stuttered to a stop, the engine idling. The scent of blood filled the air as Harry yanked the driver's door open, looking Dean Winchester over.
Dean was lying against the seat, slumped against it, his eyes fluttering behind lashes. There was a hole through his right shoulder, blood pumping through it sluggishly, that looked like a bullet wound. Harry winced but shook his head at the memories attempting to make a come back and knelt down, reaching out to place a hand on Dean's closest knee.
"Dean?"
A strangled groan left Dean's throat and his eyes opened immediately, flashing open lightning fast and widening. His arms flexed and one slowly went to the gun on the passenger seat. Harry reached out for both of Dean's hands, grabbing them up in one.
"It's me, Dean," Harry whispered, cupping his chin and turning Dean to face him. "It's just me. You're safe."
Dean blinked, his green eyes wide with delayed fear and then he took a deep breath and deflated, slumping into Harry's arms. "Harry."
"Yeah, I've got you. Let's get you inside," Harry murmured, slipping an arm around Dean's waist and helping him out of the car. Harry pulled him up and out, tightening his arms when Dean stumbled into him, exhaustion taking its toll. He hesitated for a minute, staring at the pool of blood that Dean had left in the car then left it, knowing that it wouldn't get stolen since it was within his wards.
Dean groaned quietly, leaving Harry to take most of his weight as they walked back into his home and up to the master bedroom. Harry slowly walked both of them into the bathroom, lowering Dean to the toilet seat and kneeling to catch his eyes.
"What happened?" Harry questioned, catching Dean's dull eyes and pulling out his med kit from the cabinet.
"Witches. One of them was a cop," Dean muttered, leaning against the toilet and looking down at Harry as he set up healing supplies. His heart beat erratically within his chest as Harry gently helped him out of his shirt. He winced as pain flared throughout his body, his nerves on fire. It felt like heat was licking at his nerves, at his muscles. His ribs were on fire, possibly broken, definitely bruised.
Harry's light touches weren't even turning him on now, his mind slow and dazed. The dirt that he could feel on his body vanished with a word from Harry, the leaking blood disappeared.
"You want some hot chocolate after I patch you up?" Harry asked, as he pressed a charmed bandage to Dean's skin. Harry's bright green eyes were narrowed in concentration, his frown deepening by the minute as he peered at the gashes on Dean's forehead.
"Bed," Dean said, sucking in a tight breath as Harry's fingers traced a path over his chest, testing his ribs. "M'tired enough to sleep for a week."
Harry grinned a little, his smile not making it to his eyes and moved his fingers up. He was seeing something that Dean wasn't and he supposed it was a spell or maybe it was something in his own expression.
"This one's broken," Harry remarked, meeting his eyes, an apologetic frown on his lips.
"Do it."
Harry grimaced, rolling his eyes and murmured another spell, touching Dean's chest with the tip of his wand. Coolness radiated outward from it and his chest went numb. He sighed with relief and heard the crack that signaled a rib mending itself.
"Next time I see John, I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind," Harry muttered, his eyes moving to the bullet wound on Dean's shoulder.
"It's not John's fault," Dean muttered, inhaling sharply as Harry traced the wound. "I was just too slow."
Harry caught his eyes, held them for a minute. "You're 24 and you've already had four broken ribs and one broken leg, three concussions and at least 2 gunshot wounds. And Merlin knows you've probably had other wounds that I wasn't around to heal."
"They've all been my fault. Dad's not to blame."
"Alright," Harry said, his eyes softening at Dean's frown. "Let me heal your shoulder and I'll get you into the shower."
Dean swayed on the seat and Harry reached out to curl a hand around Dean's neck, pulled him in as he whispered spells. He shivered as he distantly felt his skin knit itself together under Harry's gaze, slumping into his boyfriend when the pain vanished, taking in a deep breath.
"Shower sounds good," Dean whispered.
Harry grinned and helped him up, helped him to unbuckle his belt and jeans, pulled them off. The shower turned on instantly as Dean carefully stumbled over to the walk in shower, looking eagerly on the gloriously big shower stall.
"One of the perks of having a rich boyfriend," Dean said, leaning against the wall as Harry pulled away to gather towels.
Harry snorted as he undressed himself, shucking off jeans, shirt, shoes and stepping into the shower. "Yeah. Suppose it does come in handy to have a boyfriend who can also patch you up after a hunt. C'mere."
Harry reached out his arms, catching Dean's as he walked in, pulling him in for a warm embrace and a hot kiss. Dean groaned into the kiss, feeling Harry's hand come up to cup his neck. The spray of the water hit them as he took a step closer, the water a perfect temperature. Dean pulled apart first, leaning on Harry as his boyfriend reached for the shampoo, dribbling some into his palm.
Harry stepped around him, ending up at his back and encouraged him to lean back. Dean shivered as Harry's hands moved up into his hair, fingers carding through his hair and scratching his scalp. He moaned and arched into the touch, letting Harry clean him and slumping further into him.
Dean whined as Harry pressed a kiss to his neck as he shampooed his hair, closed his eyes when Harry asked him to. Water washed the soap out and Harry traced his hands over Dean's skin, bringing out another long whine. Dean's cheeks reddened and he tried to pull away only for Harry to wrap his arms around his waist, holding him.
"It's alright," Harry whispered, tracing his fingers lightly over Dean's arms and rubbing up and down his chest. "Just us."
Goosebumps crawled up his skin as Harry's fingers danced, as lips pressed to his the crook of his shoulder and trailed wet kisses up his neck. His cock ached and hardened and he moaned as Harry's fingers rubbed at his nipple, thumbing it playfully.
Dean bucked up into Harry's hand as it reached down, wrapping around his cock. "Harry. Please."
His heart pounded within his chest and pleasure sparked throughout his body, lighting his nerves up with sensation. His toes curled and he scrambled, trying to turn around to get his hands on Harry too but the arm around his waist tightened a little, holding him still.
"This is about you," Harry murmured, twisting his hand over Dean's cock, stroking it to fullness. Pre-come leaked from the tip and Harry groaned behind him. Dean could feel Harry's hard cock against his ass and he let out a strangled gasp, bucking against the man behind him. Harry's fingers lightly dug into his bare skin, water sloshing down both of their bodies.
Dean reached out an arm to the wall of the shower, leaning against it as Harry withdrew his supporting arm to trail down his back. Fingers passed his waist and traced not so soothing circles on his ass, circling the rim of his hole and… Dean whined and pushed back against Harry's fingers, his cock aching with it.
A finger slipped into him and that sent him over the edge, letting out a groan as his release echoed through him. His heart beat slowed and his breathing deepened as pleasure rocketed his body, one of Harry's arms holding him up.
"Should ease your sleep," Harry murmured, his voice hoarse with pleasure.
Dean snorted, leaning back against Harry and letting the other man hold him up. "You sound like Sammy. Always had random facts like that."
"Heard anything from him?" Harry questioned quietly, reaching to grab a washcloth and wiping down Dean's skin. The water carried away the evidence of both of their releases and Dean almost shook with pleasure and exhaustion, leaning more of his weight on Harry.
"No. Boy's busy with college," Dean muttered.
Harry pressed another kiss on his neck, making him shiver with it, and then turned off the shower, helping him out and handing him a towel. "You… could go to college too, you know."
"Dad wants me with him," Dean said, shrugging as he dried himself off, dropping the towel to the floor when he was done. Harry sighed and reached over to entwine their hands, tugged him out of the bathroom and to the bed, lifting up the covers for him to slide under. "Says he has more things to teach me."
Harry raised an eyebrow but didn't comment, sliding into the bed on the other side. Dean turned towards him, pulling up the covers and burrowing into Harry's arms, feeling them wrap around him. His eyes drooped closed a minute after his head hit the pillow, letting sleep drag him under. The last thing he felt was a light kiss pressed to his forehead, hands rubbing at his back.