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Author's Note: So happy quarantine? With the school working remotely (mostly), the library here has been fairly dead. Thus I have found extra time for writing and binging shows. Guess what? I'm even more peeved in season 9 than I was before.

Submitting Info:
Stacked with: Hogwarts (Term 12); MC4A
Individual Challenges: Gryffindor MC; Magical MC; Hunter MC (x3); Immortal MC; Hold the Mayo; Ethnic & Present; Rian-Russo Inversion; Neurodivergent; Booger Breath; Claimed; Zed Era; Old Shoes (Y); New Fandom Smell; Above Average Natural; In a Flash; The Real MC (Y); Two Cakes (Y); Eating Cake (Y); Green Ribbon
House: Hufflepuff
Assignment No.: Term 12 – Assignment 6
Subject (Task No.): n/a
Other Hogwarts Challenges: Insane Prompt Challenge [975](Logical); 365 [75](Direction); Hello Spring [15](Hope); Crazy Cone Contraptions [15]("Ignore [name/pronoun]. [Name/pronoun]'s a little...yeah.")
Other MC4A Challenges: Sp Bingo [1E](Childhood); Tr Bingo [1C](Captain Obvious); Hunt [Sp Writing Diversity](Bisexual Character)
Representation(s): Bisexual Dean Winchester; Team Free Will as Family; Autistic Harry Potter
Primary & Secondary Bonus Challenges: Persistence Still; Odd Feathers; Wabi Sabi; Demo (Found Family; Spinning Plates; Corvid Brain); Demo (Machismo; Tomorrow's Shade; Unicorn; Misshapen Pods)
Tertiary & Generic Bonus Challenges: T3 (Terse; Thimble)
Word Count: 752

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Needs and Wants
Chapter 06: Right Here
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"You don't—" Harry started only to freeze as they all turned their gazes at him. He swallowed loud enough that it could be heard. Dean could also see how Harry's dark fingers were rubbing the cuffs of his purple sweater again. Without unfolding his arms, Harry squared his shoulders in a way that would have made Dad proud. Those impossibly green eyes focused on Bobby. "You don't need to, sir. I really can take care of myself. I don't even have to stay, if that's too much of a bother."

"And just where would you go?" Bobby asked, sounding like he was struggling to keep from yelling. Dean snorted because he could predict what the kid was going to say. He had said it himself a few hundred times, and he had heard it from even more from other kids. Hell, even Sammy had declared it before running off a few times.

"I'll figure it out," Harry said, right on script.

The more time Dean spent around the kid, the more he saw bits of himself and Sam in the kid. Harry might not be a hunter's kid like Dean had initially suspected, but the kid had definitely seen some stuff along the same lines. Harry acted too much like he was expecting everything to go to hell at any time and that he would be the only one who could fix it. What was more, all the tells were too ingrained to be just from being sent to another country.

"I thought human children required adult supervision," Castiel said. "If you are truly human, then should you not stay here where you may be supervised?"

"Dude," Dean scolded, because there was caution and then there was paranoia, and the line was making a kid flinch like Harry just did at the implication that he wasn't human. Dean then addressed Harry. "Ignore Cas. He's a little…yeah."

"Can none of you feel the difference in him?" Castiel asked, getting that confused look on his face again. It was cuter than the situation warranted. "My senses are dulled from having my grace so depleted, and I can still feel it screaming. Whatever this boy is, he is not human as he claims. He is something else." Then Castiel blinked as if he had just been hit by something. "Why is he here anyway? Did he come with the package from Death? Why are you waving your arms like that, Dean?"

Dean dropped his attempts to signal Castiel to stop talking without interrupting. He scrubbed a hand over his face in sync with Bobby. Looking like he was trying not to laugh, Sam grabbed Harry's shoulders and turned the kid towards the kitchen before starting them moving in that direction.

"I think I spotted a cake in the fridge before we left for the depot earlier," Sam told the boy. "Hopefully, it's still there and Castiel didn't eat all."

"I was the package, wasn't I?" Harry asked, undeterred by Sam's blatant change of subject even as he allowed himself to be shuffled into the kitchen. The rest of them were following behind like ducks. "Is that why… I really can take care of myself, and I can help out—"

"Absolutely not," Bobby snapped. Dean winced as he heard Harry's teeth click as he shut his mouth. Sam still had the kid by his shoulders, which made the half-hunch-half-curl thing Harry was suddenly doing make him seem even smaller. It was almost like the kid physically shrank before their very eyes. Bobby growled like Dean hadn't heard him do since he and Sammy had been kids. "No matter what you think you can do, you are still a kid and I ain't gonna let you actively fight the Apocalypse even if we weren't ordered to stay out of the action."

"But—"

"No 'buts' about it, boy," Bobby continued. Dean caught the flinch that Harry tried to hide, and judging by how Sam shifted his hold, his brother had as well. "You are going to stay here, and you are going to stay safe. You wanna help with anything? I've got some household stuff I could use some help getting back to scruff while these three knuckleheads are out throwing the Devil into his kennel. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," Harry said, not meeting any of their eyes. "I understand."

"Good. There's hope for you yet." Bobby sat in his spot at the table. "Now take a load off. Sam was gonna get us all cake."