Unfound

Chapter Thirteen

Season 12 Episode 13 – Family Feud: Sam and Dean stir up a Family Feud in the MacLeod's when their solution for solving a ghost hunt is to send Gavin MacLeod back in time where he belongs.

"Ok, well, stay on it. You get any leads, you let us know, and we'll keep working it from our end. Thanks, Cas," Dean hung up the phone and sat at the map table, where Sam was typing away at a laptop. "So, Kelly Kline is in the wind. No trace."

"Great," Sam responded.

Dean looked around. "Uh – you seen Harry around?"

Sam looked up from the computer. "I think he's with Teddy. He said something about helping him move into an apartment in town."

Dean shook his head. "I can't believe that he agreed to let the kid move here."

"I don't think that he had much of a choice," Sam responded. "And we know that Teddy isn't above sneaking around the rules. We'll keep our eyes on him."

Dean snorted. "Right. Because we have so much spare time between taking cases and trying to find Lucifer's spawn."

"He doesn't need to sleep, so…"

Dean made a face. "Yeah. I don't love that. Also, I swear he knows where Kelly Kline is."

"Why do you think that?"

"Uh, I don't know, just lookin' at his face whenever we bring her up. He wasn't a great liar before and a pair of wings has hardly changed that. He knows something."

"Yeah, well, he's not telling us."

"Not telling you what?" Harry asked from the top of the stairs. Both brothers quickly moved to stare at him.

"Nothin'," Dean murmured.

"How's Teddy?" Sam asked as Harry walked down the stairs, changing the subject.

Harry shrugged. "He's fine. Says he already has a job."

Teddy was no longer easy for Harry to read. There had been a time when he had known his godson better than any other person alive and knew his every emotion just by looking him the face. But that was no longer the case. Seeing how his death had affected the young man – turning him from a sweet, open, kind person to an angry teenager who hid behind walls, hurt Harry deeply. But he wanted to respect the boundaries that Teddy put up – it was the least he could do. But, of course, all that was way too much information to convey to his brothers.

"A job?" Dean asked. "After being here, what, two days? You sure he's not hunting again?"

Harry shook his head. "He swears he's not, and I can tell when someone is lying now, so if he wants to keep it a secret, I suppose that's his right." Harry looked sad.

"You alright, man?" Sam asked.

"Oh. Yeah. Fine." 'Just as fine as Teddy,' he thought to himself as he summoned some beer from the kitchen.

"That even do anything for you these days?" Dean asked gruffly. "Your tolerance was ridiculously high when you weren't an angel."

"Probably does as much for me as it does for you," Harry said pointedly. Dean gave him his 'fair enough,' face.

"Speaking of jobs," Sam said, "check this out." He moved his computer screen to face Harry and Dean. "Museum in Des Moines, Iowa. A guy's body was found in the parking lot. A teacher. His tongue had been ripped out."

"Well, that didn't kill him," Dean said.

"No, but having his internal organs crushed did. Uh, no obvious damage to the torso, no point of entry."

"You thinkin' witch?" Dean asked, looking at Harry carefully.

"Maybe. I mean, he was seen alive just a couple of hours earlier, leading a student tour of the museum."

"Hmm," Dean considered. "Well, what do you say, Harry, wanna work this case with us?"

"If you think it's a witch, do you want me there?" Harry responded.

"Not that kind of witch," Dean said. "Obviously. Unless you want to help Cas with his search for Lucifer's child, what else do you have to do?"

Harry's face went blank, which both his brothers recognized as a sign that he was unhappy with the direction the conversation was taking. "You still want to kill him?"

"Yes," Dean said at the same time that Sam said, "Him?"

Harry said nothing and just sipped at his beer.

"You do know something," Dean said. "It's a boy, then?"

Harry still said nothing.

"Has he been born then?" Sam asked.

"No," Harry responded reluctantly. He didn't trust his ability to hold up under questioning from his brothers. "You know, I had to cut my last visit to Britain short, I think maybe I'll go spend some time with Ron and Hermione, catch up."

"Harry, wait…"

It was too late. Harry had flown away.

"Nice going, Dean," Sam said. "You scared him off."

Dean snorted. "He wasn't scared. Just being a dick. You know, we haven't seen Mom in a while. Maybe she'll wanna work with us on this."

III

Mary held up a finger to Ketch as she looked and saw who was calling her. "Hey Dean," she said with a false chipper voice. "Nothin', just uh…I'm at a motel outside of Newark," she answered some unheard question. "No, no special plans. You know, pay-per-view, magic fingers, the yuzh."

Ketch raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, it's so sweet of you to think of me. I…" Dean talked some more on the other end. "Tongue ripped out. Wow. I, uh…I'm actually still sort of resting up after that whole Ramiel thing. But if you need me…You sure? Ok, rain check. Hey, I love you," she said before hanging up.

"You're an excellent liar, Mary," Ketch complimented.

"I haven't told my sons I'm working with you," she admitted.

"I gathered, and I understand. Sam and Dean aren't our…biggest fans."

"Yeah, 'cause you, uh, tortured them."

"We've been through that."

"Right. It wasn't you, it was your, uh 'rouge operative.'"

"Exactly. Now, we've finished here for the day. Mr. Davies has someone he wants us to meet with if you're amenable."

"Who?" Mary asked, curious.

"A new recruit," Ketch drawled. "I'm not convinced, but maybe the two of us could whip him into shape."

"Alright. Uh – just let me change?" She was currently covered in Rugaru guts.

"Of course. Meet you in the hotel lobby in half an hour?"

Half an hour later, Mary had showered and changed clothes. She was a bit anxious about who this newcomer she was being introduced to would be. So far, she had really only worked with Ketch and occasionally Mr. Davies, although he had really only been behind the scenes.

As she stepped off the elevator and into the lobby she was shocked to see, standing by one of the fireplaces talking to Ketch, was Teddy Lupin. She swore quietly before Ketch caught sight of her and waved her over. She put on a fake smile and went over there, trying to think of a plan as quickly as possible. She didn't want the British Men of Letters to know about Harry. But maybe they already did.

Thankfully, Ketch was looking at her when a look of recognition crossed Teddy's face. He looked much the same as he had when she had met him just a couple weeks earlier. She did notice that he appeared to be a little older than his actual age. She kept her face completely blank, hoping that he would catch on.

"Ah, Mary, meet our newest operative, Mr. Edward Lupin," Ketch said.

Mary stuck out her hand. "It's nice to meet you, Edward," she said carefully.

"Uh – you too, uh, Mary, was it?" He asked clumsily as he took her hand.

"Yes."

Ketch looked between the two of them. "Do you two already know each other?" He asked, sensing the awkwardness.

Mary knew it was of little use lying. This one would be too easily revealed at an inconvenient time. "We've met. He knows my boys," Mary said, silently willing Teddy to be able to play along without revealing too much.

Ketch didn't look surprised. 'Ah,' Mary thought. 'A test. But for me or for him?'

"Er, yes," Teddy said. "Through my Aunt Ginny."

"And Edward and his friend Ben were road-tripping through the US when they came across Sam, Dean, and I while we were working a case."

"Fascinating," Ketch said, his tone of voice conveying that it was anything but. "I suppose that makes introductions a bit easier. I presume you know what Mr. Lupin is?"

Mary was a little bit of a loss, trying to figure out what Ketch did or did not know. He knew that she was aware that the wizarding world had stolen her baby and that son was now dead. But did he know more? Was he still testing her?

"Of course, we only met briefly, but we had a very nice conversation about my school," Teddy said, seeing her distress. Mary could kiss him. That he was a wizard! Of course.

"And…this won't be a problem will it, hmm?" Ketch drawled. "I know you're not overly fond of his kind."

"Oh," Mary said. "No, but Edward is young and helping you. I'm sure we'll be fine."

"Excellent. Well, now that is done with, I'm sure that the young Mr. Lupin would like to retire for the evening. Would you care to have a drink with me, Mary?"

Mary did not want to have a drink with Ketch. She wanted to talk with Teddy. And then get one of her boys to come and get him. She didn't even want her boys mixed up with the Men of Letters, much less her grandson.

"That would be nice. Goodnight, Edward."

"Erm – most people call me Ted," he said.

"Oh yes, of course, my apologies. Goodnight, Ted."

"'Night Mary," he said before heading towards the elevators.

"Shall we?" Ketch asked, inclining his head towards the bar. She nodded and off they went.

III

Harry did not go to England.

Well, he did, but he didn't stay. He landed just outside of Ron and Hermione's house in London. He had seen the two of them, from a distance, taking a walk together. They looked – happy. And like they didn't need a third wheel. So, he promptly left.

He was torn. He considered checking in on Teddy, but he knew that his godson was just starting his new job this week and may not welcome a visit from a parental figure. He also knew that he could check in with Mary, but Sam and Dean had told him about how she wanted time on her own, so he nixed that idea as well.

Which, really, only left one place for him to go. It was really overdue.

It was off to Florida for him.

He thought that the kitchen would be neutral enough territory, not being sure where Gabriel would have settled Kelly in.

Of course, as soon as he had landed, he realized his mistake.

Kelly was in the kitchen, getting a glass of water and his sudden appearance caused her to drop her glass in shock. She also looked terrified and put her hand over her stomach.

"Who – who're you?" She asked fiercely, although she was clearly frightened.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Hey – don't move," Harry said. He quickly pulled out his wandblade and cast a repairing spell on the class and a cleaning charm on the floor to clean up the water. "I noticed you were barefoot, didn't want you to cut your feet on the glass. I'm – " He started before she interrupted him.

"GABRIEL!" She yelled at the top of her lungs, looking like she was going to faint at the sight of his weapon.

The archangel was in the room immediately. "You shouted?" He asked, looking bored, then he saw Harry and he smiled. "Harry! I wasn't expecting you."

"Yeah. I, uh, decided to stop by and check on Kelly," he said. "You know, make sure that you weren't traumatizing her too much by recounting your days in the porn industry."

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Those stories aren't traumatizing, they are tantalizing. Which reminds me, did I ever tell you about…"

"I don't want to hear it, Gabe," Harry said, cutting him off. He turned to the very pregnant woman. "I'm so sorry about him, if I thought there was anyplace safer like at all, I would have taken you there instead."

Kelly looked at him with wide eyes. "You're Harry?"

"Oh, yes, sorry, how rude. I'm Harry Potter, it's nice to meet you, Kelly, I've heard so much about you," he stuck out his hand. She took it like she couldn't quite believe that he had offered it.

"You're Gabriel's boyfriend?"

"What?" Harry asked. "No! Gabe, what did you tell her?" He asked, exasperated.

Gabriel shrugged.

"He – uh, he just talked about you like…I, uh, I don't mind if you're gay, I promise. I'm sorry, I just thought…" Kelly sounded like she was worried that she had offended Harry in some way.

"See, Harry, as I keep telling you, we don't have to keep our love secret from the world," Gabriel said with fake sincerity. "People will accept us as we are. At least all the people who matter. Like my evil brother's baby mama."

Harry snorted. "Gabriel is not my boyfriend."

"Husband then?" Gabe asked hopefully.

"I think I'd remember a marriage ceremony, Gabriel," Harry responded, annoyed. "I'm sorry, he is a pain in the arse."

"Is it the age difference? I know I have a few millennia on you, but age is only a number, sweetheart."

Harry decided to ignore the archangel altogether.

"How are you feeling, Kelly?" He asked. "Do you need to sit? My best friend, Hermione, when she was pregnant with her kids, her husband, and I, my other best friend, had to keep badgering her to sit down. She's never been one for inactivity though, so it was a full-time job." Harry smiled, thinking back to that time. Because he had been Head Auror, Ron had put him on Hermione duty while his wife had been at work. It had been a nice role reversal for a bit – him being the responsible one.

"Angels can get pregnant?" Kelly asked with wonder.

Harry looked panicked for a second. "Uh – I don't know, Gabriel?"

Gabriel shrugged. "Don't think so. It's never happened before. But then again, my brothers and sisters are such gigantic prudes, I wouldn't be shocked if none of them had done the deed before."

"But you said your best friend…"

Harry laughed. "Oh, Hermione is human. Here, why don't you sit at the table? Any cravings? I'm a pretty fair hand in the kitchen."

Kelly looked very confused, but just shook her head and sat down.

"Your best friend is a human?"

"Yeah – look, how much has Gabe told you about me?" Harry asked.

Kelly gave Gabriel a side-long glance.

"Only the good stuff, I promise," Gabriel answered for her.

Harry fought the urge to groan. "Did you tell her anything that was true?"

"Well, I did say he was handsome, didn't I?" Gabriel asked Kelly. "And if the looks weren't enough, he also has that sexy accent to go with it."

"He said that you were someone who would understand..." she held her hand to her stomach, "…understand him. And that you knew that he was a him."

Harry's face softened. "I did. I – I can't explain, but I can feel the baby. It's how I knew where you were."

"Feel him?"

"Sense him, more."

"And…is he evil?"

"He's a baby. Of course not."

"The Winchesters…and Castiel, they told me that Nephilim are evil. And the fact that his father is Lucifer – I don't know. I was going to get rid of him. But he's mine too, you know?"

"Well, Castiel also didn't think too highly of me. His judgment isn't the best, but for some reason, my idiotic brothers have decided that he's trustworthy."

"Brothers – like the other angels?" Kelly asked.

Harry was confused. "No. Not other angels. Sam and Dean – Gabriel, you didn't tell her that I was a Winchester?"

Kelly got up from the couch and started backing away from the two of them.

Gabriel didn't seem concerned as he shrugged Harry's question off. "I prefer not to think of your relation to them. It's your tragic flaw."

"Being born into my family isn't a flaw!" Harry noticed that Kelly was now almost entirely out of the room. "Kelly. It's ok – I know that they are convinced that your son is evil, but I don't agree with them and I won't tell them where you are. I've even been laying down some breadcrumbs for Castiel to follow to throw him off your trail entirely. Plus, Gabriel picked this place because it is very rare for my brothers to travel this far south."

"Ooh, what were you thinking?" Gabriel asked.

Harry's eyes lit up. "A truly epic wild goose chase. I also spelled his car a bit so that every couple hundred of miles it will…" he trailed off, looking at the look on Kelly's face. He cleared his throat. "It doesn't matter, really. Kelly, what do you need? I came to help. And to give you some company other than Gabe. You have certainly never done anything to deserve that kind of punishment."

"Hey!"

Kelly relaxed. But just a little. "I – I would like to see a doctor," she said. "And, if it's safe…I'd really like to talk to my mom."

"Hmm," Harry said. "I think both of those are possible, but we'll have to be careful as to not expose you or your parents. I'm sure that there are people watching them. Do your parents believe in angels?"

III

Lucifer was laughing at him. At him. When he had the Prince of Darkness in chains and the thrice-damned archangel had the audacity to laugh at him, the King of Hell, who currently held him as a prisoner. That just wouldn't do.

"Ah. Ohh. Oh, sorry, it's just that…Ah. Y-you – you actually…you seriously think this is gonna work? It's just, uh, it's so sad," Lucifer said with fake pity.

Crowley held back his growl as he seized one of Lucifer's chains and dumped him on the floor.

"Hope you like the taste of floor," he said, trying to contain his fury. He wouldn't let Lucifer see that he was rattled. And he wasn't. He was in control.

"Ow," Lucifer said, unconvincingly.

"There's a spot there needs scrubbing," Crowley responded, remembering his own humiliation at the hands of the Devil.

"And worse," Lucifer continued his earlier diatribe, "You're not even gonna see it comin' when you get taken down."

"By you?" Crowley asked incredulously.

"And my flesh and blood," Lucifer said with pride.

"Really?"

"Mm," Lucifer said before putting on an, honestly, insulting mockery of a British accent, "You remember the lovely…Kelly Kline?"

"She got rid of that thing," Crowley dismissed.

"Did she now?"

"This Winchesters saw to it," although he knew how stupid that sounded as soon as the words came out of his mouth.

"Because they can always be trusted," Lucifer said, confirming Crowley's fears.

"It was in their own self-interest."

"Huh. Interesting. Because I can still feel it. Its heart. Its power. Sort of makes me proud. A chip off the old ball of heavenly light, if you know what I mean."

Crowley was keeping his panic at bay as his phone rang.

"Phone," Lucifer said, helpfully.

Crowley glared at him and walked a little distance away.

"What do you want?"

"Need a favor," Dean Winchester said on the other end.

Crowley felt like his head was going to explode. "You…need…You? Turns out that behind the whole moron façade, you and your brothers are, in fact, morons! You let Lucifer's love child live."

"How do you even know about that?" Dean asked, sounding surprised, confirming that Lucifer hadn't been lying to him.

"I don't owe you an explanation," Crowley hissed.

"Ok," came the voice of Moose, "so, I'm – I'm guessing this isn't the best time to ask you to get in touch with Gavin so we can talk to him?"

"Are you out of your minds?"

"You know what, Crowley? When you set Gavin free to live in our time and possibly screw up the rest of human history, we didn't hunt him down, ok? So, I think you owe us."

Crowley was sure that Dean thought that was a winning argument. "You and Bullwinkle fix this mess before it hatches. Then, maybe then, we'll talk about my son." He hung up the phone, missing the days when he could have slammed it down on a receiver. Clicking a button on a screen didn't give the same satisfaction.

"Oh, my Dad," Lucifer said with glee, "I love that. You and I, both single fathers. I could use a little Dad advice right about now. See, and I know this is frowned upon, but I've lost my baby mama. She's hiding. A little too well, if you know what I mean. How did you direct your demons to track down yours?"

III

"Your little story's fascinating, but you said there was something in it for me? You should be happy that I'm here at all after that handsome friend of yours threatened to kill me."

Rowena's interest in Harry was not something either Sam or Dean liked.

"If the killer is a ghost, it may be tethered to something on the ship. So, we need intel on the vessel," Sam explained, choosing to skip past the reference.

"Get a library card. You two still owe me for helping you in Arkansas." She got up to leave. Sam grabbed her arm.

"Sit down. We know a guy who has firsthand knowledge of The Star."

"So?"

"So," Dean said, "if you find him, we actually do have something that you'll like. Like, really like."

"Who is this eyewitness?"

III

Harry stood outside the door of Kelly Kline's parent's house. This was probably a bad idea. But he felt for Kelly. He knew what it was to miss parents during a crucial part of your life. He had told Kelly that she had, half an hour, tops. He had also enchanted a couple of mirrors so that they would be able to continue to talk after today without being traceable by Muggle means.

Speaking of, his phone rang. He rolled his eyes when he saw who it was. "What?"

"Just checking in. You know, while you're off taking unnecessary risks."

Harry chuckled. "You really understand me, Gabe," he quipped. The archangel had argued fiercely against this little trip. Insisted that Harry should get Kelly's parents and bring them to Florida, instead of them both leaving the safety of the wards of the condo. But Kelly hadn't wanted to traumatize her parents, had insisted that it would go better if she explained it all in person.

Something about Kelly – or, rather, maybe the baby she carried made Harry want to help in whatever way possible. He felt…kinship…with the baby. And the baby wanted whatever his mother did and Harry hated letting people down.

"You could've at least let me come with you," Gabriel whined.

"Yeah, because what we need is more celestial energy in this spot, Gabe," Harry said. "Look, it'll be fine. We'll be back before you know it. She has…" Harry looked at the time, "about ten minutes."

"Just get out of there the second there is any trouble," Gabriel grumbled.

Harry grinned. "Yeah, will do," he hung up.

Of course, no one could predict trouble quite as well as Gabriel. Only seconds after they had hung up, Harry sensed a presence.

Angelic.

He braced himself.

A man and woman, dressed in grey suits, walked up to the steps of Kelly's parent's house. They had their angel blades drawn.

Harry leaned casually against the door, wanting these angels to know that he wasn't frightened.

"Why, hello," he said pleasantly.

They gaped at him.

"Are you lost? If you need directions to the local pub for wankers, I'll happily give you directions," he flashed a toothy grin.

"Potter," the angel using a woman as her vessel said.

"You were meant to be dead," the other angel said.

Harry shrugged. "Yeah, well, what can I say? It didn't stick."

"You're an abomination," the woman spat. "I don't know how Gabriel hid his…off spring…from us for so long, but I can see it now."

"You've got the wrong idea," Harry said, offended. "Gabriel is not my father. I already have too many of those."

"You're his though," the man said with disgust.

"He'd certainly like to think so," Harry said.

Before the conversation could continue, a demon appeared behind them. They all whipped to turn to her. She wasn't tall – but there couldn't be a more drastic difference between her and the vessels the angels used. From her black leather jacket to the bold red of her lip – she screamed 'demon.'

"Well, looks like I'm late to the party," she said. Her eyes flashed yellow.

'Shit,' Harry thought. This was more than he thought he'd be faced with today. He wasn't sure if he'd have the power to overcome all of them. And he would never hear the end of it if he had to call Gabriel in.

"You can have him," she said to the angels, as she got closer. "But the girl is mine."

"They're both ours, orders," the man said, and for the first time, the two angels turned away from Harry and towards the demon, ready to fight her.

They exploded in bursts of white light.

Harry didn't need any more than that to act. He quickly flew to Kelly Kline and her parents and took them all out of there.

III

While they were waiting for Gavin to arrive via bus, Sam walked away from Dean and Rowena to make a quick call.

"Sam, thank Merlin," came the relieved voice of his brother. There was shouting going on in the background.

"Everything alright, Harry?" Sam asked, concerned.

"Yeah. They're not – the arguing has nothing to do with me. Other than I think it's giving me a migraine, and I'm pretty sure that angels don't get those. How's the case?"

"We have a solid lead. Just waiting for him to arrive."

"Oh. That's good. Do you need help?"

"No!" Sam said a little too quickly.

"Alright," Harry responded, and Sam could hear the hurt in his voice.

"It's just – this case involves Crowley. And Rowena. So, maybe it'd be best if…"

"What the bloody hell is going on that it involves both the King of Hell and one of the most notoriously dangerous earth witches? That doesn't sound like a milk-run, Sam."

Sam realized Harry didn't know. "Rowena is Crowley's mother," he explained.

Silence on the other end.

"Harry?"

"I'm sorry…what?"

"Uh, yeah. You knew Crowley was Scottish too, right? Because of…, you know, digging up his bones and everything. Well, Rowena is his mom."

"I have no idea what to do with that information," Harry admitted.

"Don't have to do anything about it. Oh – looks like our person is here. Just – I know you're upset with us. But next time, could you not just leave? It's getting old, man. We can talk about it."

Harry snorted.

"Just – think about it. Bye." He hung up.

III

"Well, they can't stay here," Gabriel said stubbornly.

"Gabe…"

"What? This is my bachelor pad. And it was bad enough that you invited the pregnant chick. But her parents? What the hell I am supposed to do with that?"

"This doesn't belong to you at all! I bought it. And left it to my brothers." Harry argued. "And they won't be safe anywhere else. Especially now that both angels and demons know where her parents live."

"Possession is nine-tenths of the law."

"Gabriel."

"It's not just that, you know," Gabriel lowered his voice and looked over his shoulder. But the trio in the living room was still in deep discussion about the baby and its relation to the devil. Kelly's parents had been none-too-pleased with that particular part of their daughter's pregnancy.

"What else? Shouldn't she have her parents if she wants her parents?"

"Harry – she's not going to live through the birth of this child. Do you think her parents want to watch her die? Do you think that she wants to die?"

"What?"

Gabriel shook his head. "The mother – she can't survive the birth of a Nephilim. I'm sure it was Dad's way of punishing the angel that impregnated her. The Nephilim, it consumes part of her soul. That's how it is both human and angel."

Harry felt sick. "But I'm…"

"Not really a Nephilim. Not in the traditional sense, at least. You already had a soul. You're your own mother!"

Harry gave him a look.

"Alright. Maybe not. But the point remains."

"There's nothing we can do? You're an archangel. Can't you just – heal her?"

Gabriel shook his head. "No. It's a curse. From God. He made sure those were pretty irreversible."

"You know, the more I learn about your father, the less I like him."

"Join the club."

Harry let out a deep sigh. "Don't you think we should tell her? Let her make the decision about what to do about it?"

"And what good would that do?"

"She has the right to know, Gabe."

"If you say so. Seems like a bad idea to me. But how can I say no to that face?"

Harry rolled his eyes. "You know – the angels think that I'm your son."

Gabriel pulled a face. "Yeah, that's because that's what Luci told them. Sent it out on full blast that you were my Nephilim. It was a ridiculous lie, especially considering that they are fully aware of who your parents are. Not that Mary isn't hot, but she's not exactly my type."

"Hey! Don't talk about my mom that way," Harry said, nausea really setting in.

Gabriel held his hand up in surrender. "Fine. Fine. But, for now, we deal with the drama that is happening in my…" Harry gave him a look, "alright, fine, your living room."

"Just – let them have today. I'll tell Kelly tonight and let her decide what she wants."

Gabriel looked really put out. "Fine. You've got 12 hours. After that, I'm splitting, and I don't care who gets their grubby little hands on Rosemary or her baby."

Harry knew that he didn't mean that, but he nodded. Somehow, when he made the decision to come back, he never imagined that he would be responsible for this kind of shit.

At least the shouting seemed to have died down.

III

"Ow!" Teddy Lupin yelled as he dropped the AVD. "It bit me!" He said indignantly.

Ketch was not amused.

"Mr. Lupin. How can you expect to work with us if you cannot use any of our toys, hmm?"

"Sam and Dean don't need some barmy device to kill vampires," Teddy muttered. "Can't I just – decapitate them? Or, I'm sure they're a spell…"

"No spells," Ketch said sharply. "At least not your sort. Your magic can be traced back to your wand. Which can be traced back to us. Even though MACUSA invited us here, they did so because we can do what they cannot. I swear, wizards are the worst. Isn't that right, Mary?" He said, turning to the blonde woman.

Mary was doing her best to not react at all to any of this. Although she barely knew him, Teddy was basically her grandson. He was family. She hadn't had the chance to speak with him privately yet, but she was worried. These British Men of Letters were dangerous and she was certain that Henry wouldn't want him there.

"Mary?" Ketch asked again.

"Yes?"

"Never mind." He gave Teddy an appraising glance. "I shall have to report this to Mr. Davies. I don't believe that you have what it takes to be a Hunter. Perhaps you'll be more useful in development or just paperwork. It's a shame, considering your…abilities."

Teddy's face heated up. "No, let me try again," he said hotly.

Ketch raised an eyebrow. "It won't do to have you breaking our weapons. No, I think…"

"I won't break it."

"Prove it. And to really make sure," he looked up to a camera on the wall of the training facility they were in. "I think we should release the beast. See how he does."

"Ketch…"

A buzzer went off. A snarling vampire came rushing out. Mary went to rush in front of Teddy and protect him.

"No, Mary, let him, it's the only way he'll learn."

"Ketch! He's a child!"

Teddy's heart raced. There was no machete available to him. All he had was his wand and the device that had stung like a bitch when he had picked it up. But he didn't have much time to think about it. He grabbed the device, fighting the pain, and flipped the lid, throwing it at the quickly approaching vampire. Smoke filled the room.

The vampire fell to the ground, sputtering. It clawed at its throat, gasping for air. The smoke reached where Teddy was standing and it made him fall to his knees, seizing in pain.

"Teddy!" Marry yelled out as she rushed to his side.

The young man was taking deep breaths and looked ashen. But he shook his head at Mary as he worked his way back into standing.

"I'm fine," he rasped.

"Hmm, most interesting," Ketch said coldly. "I was wondering if the gas would have some sort of debilitating effect on you. That's Enochian sigils on there, so a wizard should be able to handle it. I wonder if it's your magic or your unique…heritage that caused that reaction."

Teddy turned to glare at him. "Were you…experimenting on me?"

"No!" Mary insisted.

Ketch shrugged. "Just a little bit. We've never worked with a half-breed before, so it seemed worth a shot. Ah well, desk duty it is. Can't have your Auntie getting upset with is."

"What did you call him?" Mary asked, outraged.

"Oh, don't you worry Mary, it's a descriptor, not an insult."

Teddy said furiously. No one dared call him a half-breed at home. At least not to his face. "You twat. My father was a hero," he spat.

"Oh, of course," Ketch said with no sincerity. "Doesn't change the fact that it really is quite rare to have a werewolf reproduce. Makes you a bit of a genetic anomaly does it not?"

Mary looked at Teddy with horror in her eyes. He didn't miss it. But he had been raised to be proud of his father. He wouldn't let anyone – not even Mary Winchester take that away from him. He drew his wand, ready to hex Ketch ten times to Sunday.

"Now, now, no reason to get uncivilized. Mustn't forget the deal we've made, hmmm?"

That stopped the words on Teddy's lips. He deflated and dropped his wand down. It was taking everything in him not to cry.

"Now, that's a good lad," Ketch said. "Why don't you go speak with Mr. Davies. Mary and I will clean up here."

He hesitated and looked up at Mary. Her expression had softened, but something had changed. Teddy felt shame blush on his face again.

If Mary didn't like him anymore, what would Harry do?

"Well?" Ketch asked.

Teddy didn't need another reminder. He hurried out of the room.

III

"What the hell was that?" Mary asked, turning on Ketch. "Experimenting on children?"

"Technically speaking, that thing is not a child," Ketch responded. "He's of age in both our worlds. I'm guessing that in your brief meeting your sons didn't tell you what he was?"

Mary looked down. She knew what Ketch was doing and she was smart enough not to fall for it. But, at the same time, she wanted more information. Needed more information.

"It was brief. Just an introduction."

"Yet, he wasn't on the list you provided us of hunters you knew."

Mary locked her jaw. 'Nice try,' she thought. "I didn't know he was a hunter. As I said, he and his friend were on a road trip and happened to be in the same town as Sam, Dean, and I."

She really needed to talk to Teddy so they could get the story straight. If the boy would even talk to her – he had seemed hellbent on avoiding her gaze after Ketch had revealed that his father was a werewolf. Mary was going to have to talk with Henry about that.

"Quite so, yes, that is what you said," Ketch said nonchalantly.

"But don't change the subject. What deals are the Men of Letters making with barely of-age young boys that requires them to put up with the bullshit you put him through earlier?"

Ketch chucked. "Quite the mama bear. I like it. I'm afraid that's confidential. Even I don't know all the details but we helped him in a tight spot, and, in return, he offered to help us. The terms are clear and when he has done his duty, he will be free to go about his way. I assure you that it is all above board and legal."

Mary was sure that it was likely legal. But not ethical. She was really beginning to worry about this organization she had aligned herself with. It was too late now, though. She had to see this through. For a better future for the magical children of hunters. So that what happened to her and Henry never happened again.

"Are we done with the interrogation then, my dear?"

"I'm not your dear," Mary counted.

"Of course not. Nightcap?"

III

"Kelly, could I talk with you?" Harry asked the expectant mother. Her parents had gone to bed in his room. He didn't need to sleep, so he didn't think it would be a problem hanging out on the couch for a night.

She looked up at him from her own position in a rocking chair where she was reading, What to Expect When You're Expecting.

"Of course," she said, closing the book. "Thank you. I know that – that there was a lot of yelling and you risked a lot, but I thought…well I didn't know when I'd ever get to see my parents again."

Harry nodded. "It was no trouble." He stopped. Conversations like this were not his strong suit. He'd far prefer to keep it all a secret until everything exploded in his face. But since this was someone else's life, not his own, he wanted to do all that was possible to protect it. He knew this was the right thing to do.

"What was it you wanted to talk about?" Kelly asked.

"I, uh, learned some things tonight. That will…that will impact you."

"Is my baby, ok?" She asked immediately.

"Oh. Yeah. He's fine. He's – well, he's sleeping right now." It was a contented sleep. Despite all the arguing, the baby was happy and felt warm and protected by his mother.

"Is he? How do you know?"

"I can – I can feel him. Generally speaking."

"Can all angels?"

Harry shook his head. "No. It's…different with us. It doesn't matter. Kelly, you know that Nephilim are rare, right?"

"Yes."

"And they're forbidden? By God?"

Kelly looked down, sad.

"That isn't a judgment! I think God's a bit of a wanker, if I'm being honest."

Something in old Kelly, the one that hadn't slept with Lucifer himself, felt like she should protest that sort of blasphemy. But her faith had changed considerably since she had found out she was pregnant.

"I haven't met him, of course. But my brothers have and from what I heard…you know, that's neither here nor there. Kelly, we need to talk about what you want to do about your parents. It would be unwise for them to return to their home now. With the angels and demon that tracked us to their house."

"Can they stay here?" Kelly asked with hope in her eyes. "I know it's not very big, but…"

"They could," Harry said. Although he knew Gabe wouldn't be happy about that. "But you may not want that."

"What wouldn't I?"

"Kelly. There is no easy way to say this, but it has to be said. I learned tonight – I learned that birthing a Nephilim is fatal. Kelly…you're never going to be able to meet your son. His birth – he, will kill you."

Kelly's hands fluttered to her stomach. "No."

"Yes. Kelly, I'm sorry."

"But you said…you said he was good."

"It's not something he can control. Kelly, he doesn't want you to die. He loves you; I can feel it. Can't you?"

She started to cry. "I don't want to die," she whispered.

"I know. But you see how this might change things? Why you have to know?"

"Is it possible – could I still…" she had the hardest time saying it. She had fallen in love with the being in her.

"I don't know. But if that's something you want to look into, I'll help. I'll do whatever I can." Even if killing the baby would mean that he would die as well. There was no reason to burden Kelly with that information.

"Could…could I just go to bed now?" She asked, broken.

"Of course." He didn't think that she would get any sleep, but she carefully got to her feet and walked out of the room.

"Over my dead body is she going to terminate that pregnancy," Gabriel said when she was out of sight, appearing out of nowhere.

Harry shouldn't be surprised that he had been eavesdropping.

"It's really not up to you Gabriel. Or me."

"You think that I couldn't stop her if I wanted?"

Harry sighed. "You probably could. I'm asking you not to. Look, Gabriel, I'm not…I'm not as ready to go back to Heaven as I was when I first got back. I'm not seeking it out. But I won't take away the happiness of someone else just for merely existing. I won't trade Kelly's life for my own."

Gabriel scowled. "And do Dumb and Dumber have to say about this little martyr act of yours?"

"Gabe…" Harry said with both a warning and a plea in his voice.

"Oh. You haven't told them."

"No. And I'm not going to. They – they have enough on their plates. They don't need to worry about me on top of everything else."

"And don't you think that's their decision, not yours?" Gabriel threw back in his face. "And that's not even bringing up the Weasleys. Or Teddy."

"Gabe. Don't."

"No. Harry James Potter, you will understand that your death will bring more pain and misery than your living. You are not a burden. I love you. Ron and Hermione love you. Those two idiots you call brothers love you. Your death was not a gift. It hurt a lot of people. Including me. And what about Mary? Do you want to put her through losing you again?"

Harry flushed with anger. "You don't know what you're talking about," he hissed.

"I do. And Harry, I'm not letting you go without a fight. Even if that means that I have to work with Sam and Dean. Even if means that I have to make nice with Castiel. Hell, if Lucifer is the only one that can protect that child from all of you, I'll let him have free reign."

"You'd release Lucifer from the cage?" Harry said with true shock.

Gabriel looked at him like he was crazy. "Luci's not in the cage."

"What? No. My brothers…"

"I don't know what Sam and Dean did. But they didn't cage my brother. I told you that he sent the APB out on your ass."

"I thought he did that from the cage," Harry said faintly. This was too much. He needed – he needed to get to Sam and Dean. If the Devil was still out there…he wouldn't leave them alone.

"No. If he had that kind of influence from the cage, he would have been out eons ago. Don't worry, I'm an expert at hiding from my brothers. He won't get to you."

Harry didn't know what to say. He felt like he was choking. It had nearly killed all of them the last time that they had had to take on Lucifer. It did kill Bobby, if only briefly. Sam had lost his soul and then his mind. And, it had all led to….

"Woah, woah, calm down, buddy," Gabe was at his side. "Breathe."

"But…Lucifer…"

"It'll be fine. You've got me. And you. You are far more powerful now. You've kicked my ass, what makes you think that you can't kick his? Here – have a drink." Gabriel conjured some firewhiskey, which he knew was Harry's favorite. Other than Ambrosia, of course, but he didn't want him to actually become an alcoholic again. He couldn't imagine the damage drunk Nephilim-ish Harry would do.

Harry took it, of course. And took a deep breath.

"Good, good."

Harry still felt ill. But the whiskey did help. "I've got to get back to Sam and Dean."

"Oh no you don't," Gabriel said. "You promised that you would take care of the issue that is Kelly's parents. By tomorrow. Also, it's the middle of the night. They're asleep. Or should be."

Harry couldn't disagree with that.

"Whatever it is, Harry, I'm still on your side."

Harry laughed a little. "That's not as reassuring as you think it is."

"Aw, there is he is. You got this Harry."

Harry didn't respond. He just kept drinking. This – this changed things. He'd help with Kelly tomorrow, but after that, he needed to get to Sam and Dean as soon as possible.

III

Against her better judgment, especially after what had just happened with Teddy, Mary was once again having a drink with Ketch. Ketch reminded her of her cousins and her hunting family. Except he had a little bit more of a sense of humor. And was more attractive. She wasn't blind to what he was – dangerous.

But sometimes a woman just needed some stress relief.

If only he'd shut up.

"Your sons," he said, interrupting her reverie. "I'm…sure they're fine lads and all, but it might be best if you were to…disengage from them for a bit."

"Disengage?" She was hardly engaged at all.

"This work. It's demanding and it must come first. The Men of Letters is my family."

Mary held back a snort. She doubted that this man knew anything about family. "I'm sorry. Nothing comes before my family, not with me. Why do you think I'm here in the first place? I told you about…about my son."

"Ah. Yes. The lost Winchester," Ketch said as if he didn't know perfectly well about whom she was speaking. At least he was dead and they didn't have to contend with Harry Potter on top of Sam and Dean Winchester.

"Don't call him that," Mary snapped.

"I won't. My apologies. But really Mary? Do they actually come first or is that just what you want to believe? You're different when you talk to them. Softer. Weaker. Not an insult, just an observation. Even with that kid earlier today. Anything that reminds you of them takes away your power. When you hunt, Mary…you're one of the best I've ever seen. Now you might play at being the good mummy, but when you're in the thick of it, nothing but the blade in your hand and blood in the air, that's the real you, the best you. And I think you know it. And I think that scares the hell out of you."

He wasn't wrong. Or right, either. She was scared. But she wasn't weak. "I'm going to give this all up, you know when it's all done."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, darling," he said. "Cheers," he held up his glass. She nodded in acknowledgment and downed her drink.

III

"Wait – Sam, are you sure that you are the one who should be doing this?" Dean asked, putting his hand on Sam's arm.

They were back at the Bunker with Gavin – the kid had agreed to go back to his time. To his death.

Dean had made a point of not thinking about Sam's magical powers. But now that Harry was back, he couldn't just ignore the fact that both his brothers were wizards. And if there was one thing that always stuck in his head was that the magics didn't mix. Enochian magic users shouldn't attempt Earth or Demonic magic. It could lead to disaster.

Sam gave Dean an annoyed look. "I think I can handle mixing some simple ingredients together."

"Yeah, but maybe you should let me say the actual spell."

That surprised Sam. "Do you want to? You've never expressed interest in doing magic before."

"Yeah, that's because I don't need mumbo jumbo to take down the monster of the week. I've got skill for that."

"Whatever, dude. I've been doing both kinds of magic for years. I would have exploded by now if that was what was going to happen." He finished adding ingredients to the bowl. "You ready?" He asked Gavin.

"Do it," Gavin responded. "Ah…" he said as Sam cut his hand. The blood ran into the bowl. Dean handed Gavin a bandanna to wrap around the wound. Sam walked to the wall and started to draw a sigil.

"Ready to do this, Gavin?" Dean asked.

"You're positive this will work?" He asked, nervous.

"Never done it before," Dean said honestly. "But our grandad did. And Abaddon. And Rowena tweaked the spell that you could use it."

"Alright. I think that's it," Sam said, stepping back to admire his work.

"This is a tough one," Dean said.

"You're a good guy, Gavin. Thank you," Sam added. It was kind of amazing, considering who the kid's father and grandmother were.

"Hopefully…this is all for the best," Gavin said. He kissed the locket that had started this all. He'd be with Fiona soon. Even if it was for a short time, it would be worth it.

"Beam him up, Scotty," Dean said to Sam.

Sam nodded. "Kakneela, poogo, kakneela," he changed.

The sigil started to glow. The ghost that was Fiona appeared next to Gavin – they held hands and they both disappear in a golden light.

III

Rowena was at a bus station, drinking tea from a thermos, looking very pleased with herself.

"What you did…A low, even for you," Crowley said, appearing next to her. "Wasn't right."

Rowena laughed. "And you would know what's right?"

"I know there's an ugly, rancid, spiteful reason why you sent my son, your grandson, to his death. I wanna know what it is."

"He was a lovely boy. And in your own lizard way, I know you cared for him."

"And you would know what about caring for a son? You threw me away. For what?"

"Dearie, you were a deadweight. You were safer to not be involved in my business in any case."

Crowley snorted. "I was eight years old. You don't think I'd've been safer with you?"

"You weren't, you know."

"Wasn't what? Safe? I know."

"No. Eight. I may have told some wee lies about your age. You were a shrimpy thing, I didn't want others to think I was old enough to have a lad as old as you were."

Crowley was stumped. "It was my birthday!"

"Ah, yes, that I recall. But it wasn't your eighth birthday. It was your eleventh."

"What does it matter? Eleven is still too young."

"Not too young. Old enough for school."

"School? You never bothered sending me to school."

Rowena raised an eyebrow. "Aye. But if you had been talented enough to go to the right school, I wouldn't have had to leave you."

Crowley understood. And, hundreds of years later, that shouldn't have hurt him. But it did.

"You thought I might be a wizard."

"I had hoped. Well, not really, of course. But you hadn't shown a hint of my natural talent so I had hoped that meant you were one of them. Would have made my job far easier. But no, you were a Muggle, through and through. So, it seemed was your son. But you cared for him anyway. Just as I cared for Oskar."

"Oskar?"

"The child I loved more than you. Even without magic. The boy you made me kill to remove the Mark of Cain."

"So, all was all drivel you were spewing about Gavin doing the right thing," Crowley said, choosing to skip past the magic part of it all. He had some research to do.

"It was the right thing. Maybe for Gavin, certainly for me. It allowed me to watch you suffer the loss of a child."

"Payback," Crowley said incredulously. He had not expected that.

"I'm your mother, dear. Who better to crush your shriveled heart?"

III

Kelly was not herself the next day. But she had informed Harry that she had spoken to her parents, and they had agreed that a separate safe house would be the best option for them.

Harry didn't know what she had told them, and he wasn't sure that he wanted to.

He needed to check on which safe house might be best with his friends in the UK, seeing as none of them were, technically speaking, his legally anymore. Sam and Dean didn't seem to be using them, so he figured it was likely that they were being held in trust.

Gabriel had grudgingly agreed to put up with the Klines for another couple of days, but he insisted that Harry owed him.

Harry was desperate to get back to Sam and Dean with the news about Lucifer. Not that he relished being the bearer of bad news, but the sooner they were on the case, the quicker it would get solved.

They would also need to figure out just how exactly the Devil had avoided the cage in the first place.

He flew back to the Bunker.

"Ah, the prodigal son returns," Dean said, glancing up at him. "How was Merry Ole England?" He asked in a very bad British accent before silently laughing at himself.

Harry had forgotten that he had told Sam and Dean that that was where he was going. "Fine," he responded.

Sam walked into the room, laptop in his hands, not looking up at either of his brothers before speaking, "No mention of the Massachusetts murder. And the teachers at the girls' school are all back to work. It's like nothing ever happened. That's all the victims in Ohio."

"Thank you, Gavin," Dean responded.

Sam looked up. "Harry!" He exclaimed. "When you get back?"

"Uh, just now. Look, I learned something and…"

The door of the Bunker opened. Mary walked in.

"Mom!" Sam called out from downstairs.

"Well, well," Dean said, standing up.

"Hey, Mom," Harry added.

Mary walked down the stairs. Dean hugged her.

"It's has been a while. A long, long… long, long, long, while."

"Yeah, alright," Sam said, giving Dean side-eye. "He's dramatic, as you know. What he meant to say was, we missed you. Glad you're back. Both of you," he added looking at Harry.

"Burgers. Beer," Mary said, depositing bags on the table.

"Yum," Sam said.

"Mmm," Dean said, peering into one of the bags. "Forgiven. Whatcha been up to?"

"Oh. Jogging, tai chi, meditation. Melting rugaru brains," she added the last part casually.

Sam looked up at her. "Uh, m-melting rugaru brains?"

"There's no easy way to say it, so I'm just gonna say it. I have sort of… been working with the British Men of Letters."

AN – More Gabriel and Harry moments for those of you who love those so much in this chapter. Gabriel would have 100% made it sound like he and Harry were an actual item and I had so much fun thinking about how that would all play out.

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