Soul Mates

I was going to update Butterfly, but it’s about time I hurt Harry… only I wasn’t feeling unnecessarily cruel today, so I thought I’d work on this instead. Which, while cruel in parts, has nothing on hurting 6-year-old kids!

Enjoy…

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“Soul Mates”

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, et all are property of JK Rowling, and Bloomsbury, and Warner Bros and all those other nifty people that make it so we can read and watch the Potterverse whenever we feel like it. I make no money from this, just so you know. Supernatural is also not mine; I make no money from series and am certainly not the creators/writers/directors. The songs are credited individually within the story.
Summary: [Dean/HP] On a job, when the spirits of two dead lovers possess Sam and Harry, it causes a host of new problems for Dean. Especially with Sam falling in love, Harry trying to kill Sam, and Dean still needing to buy back his soul. At least life for the Winchesters is never boring. Sequel. AU.
Warnings: Slash. Dean/HP. Sam/HP. Violence. Cross over. AU. Language. Character Death (minor). Possession.
Rating: NC-17. Male-on-male sex ahead.
A/N: This is a sequel to my only other Supernatural fiction, Soul Music, but this one takes place during Season 3 (Before the ‘dream walking’ episode, so the boys still have the Colt, Groundhog Day didn’t die, and Sam still believes Ruby can save Dean). Also, has anyone seen the Buffy the Vampire Slayer, season 2, episode where Buffy shoots Angelus? Hint.

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Chapter 1/2
Soul Mates
Riverside, Iowa.

They moved together. She was on top of him, rocking back and forth, with her hands squeezing around his neck. They panted, their bodies sweaty and flushed. His eyes were wide, terrified, but he was too far gone to fight back. He moaned instead, his head thrown back, offering her more room as she leant forward and kissed his jaw, her fingers clenching around his throat.

“Bella, Bella, why would you want to leave me? I love you Bella! I love you, and you leave me, for him?” The woman said. Her mouth was turned down into a frown, and black eyes starred impassively down on the man beneath her. “Why would you leave me, Bella?”

“Ed-E-” The man gasped. The hands loosened their grip slightly, enough for him to talk. “Edward, I’m sorry!” He wailed, his voice high and shaky. The woman sneered. Her fingers squeezed, viciously cutting off his air supply.

“I loved you, Bella!”1 She shouted down at the man. He didn’t reply. His eyes rolled up into his head, he gave one more desperate attempt to breathe, and then he died. The woman frowned again, but she shifted to the side. She stood up, and made her way, naked, from the room. When she reached her husband’s study, she reached into the top left draw of his desk and pulled out a gun. With one shot to the right temple, she was dead too.

XXX

Dean sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly. “This is taking so long. Why is it taking so long?” He groaned, slapping his hand on the top of the ancient monitor he was facing. Sam looked over at him and rolled his eyes. Sam was surfing the Internet on his laptop, but Dean had no choice but to use the library computers, or research manually. “Damn machine,” Dean hissed, “don’t see why we couldn’t have just gone with Harry. I don’t like leaving him alone, so far away from us.”

“Dean,” Sam said patiently. “I don’t like leaving Harry alone either. But the killings are happening in this town. Harry is fifteen miles north of us, in Iowa City.2 He’s fine. And you’ve already heard him practice tonight’s routine twenty times. How often can you listen to him sing the same songs, over and over?”

“I love listening to him sing.”

“Yeah, well, it doesn’t have the same affect on me.” Sam pointed out. “And we have a case to work.”

Dean made a humming noise. He rubbed the tip of his nose, his forehead creased in thought. “How come your physic abilities have gone away since we killed old Yellow Eyes, but you’re still immune to Harry’s Siren magic? What’s up with that?”

“I don’t know,” Sam said distractedly, already having gone back to reading on his laptop, “oh hey! I found something.”

“Well?”

Sam turned to his brother. Blue eyes stared back at him, wide and waiting. Sam cleared his throat. “The deceaseds were Paul and Amanda Bryan. Amanda instigated divorce proceedings last week, after she came home and found Paul in bed with her sister, Jennifer. Amanda strangled Paul and shot herself.”

“Well that matches with the last couple, sort of.” Dean said, as he stretched his arms above his head. “Alice Durrand was having an affair with Jason Dodd, her husband’s first cousin. Jason and Emmett Durrand were practically brothers, before the affair. Emmett walked in on them, he and his wife separated, and a month later, Emmett lets himself into his cousins house, strangles his ex-wife, shoots himself, and ignores Jason completely. Oh finally!” Dean grinned at his computer screen. “The page finally loaded.”

“Anything good?” Sam asked, before looking down at his watch. “Harry’ll be back by now. Just print off the pages and we’ll go through them back at the Resort.” Dean nodded silently, a small smile stretching across his face at the thought of seeing Harry soon.

The Riverside Casino and Golf Resort was a swanky place just off Highway 22. It included a casino, a gold course, a private spa and a restaurant, as well as plenty of rooms and gardens for the guests. While it was expensive, and generally not somewhere the Winchester brothers found themselves often, Harry had insisted rather forcefully after Dean’s first choice turned out to have a cockroach problem. Harry didn’t really like dipping into his parents’ inheritance, because it always felt like he was wasting the money when he spent it on himself. A rather abusive childhood didn’t give Harry an inflated sense of self-worth, but the money problem was easily solved. Harry would pay for it, and he’d earn the money to replace his parents’ fund. For the first time since Dean had sold his soul, Harry was singing live. The Cove Lounge was supposed to be a nice place, but Dean hadn’t seen it before. It was away from their ‘murder/suicide’ problem, and that was enough for Sam to agree. Neither Dean nor Sam liked it when Harry got caught up in their Hunts. It was Dean’s job to look out for his brother, and Sam took it upon him self to look after his brother’s lover.

XXX

Sam moaned softly. His eyelashes fluttered as he turned his head to the side. Someone was kneeling over him, breathing softly on his face, and Sam smiled. His eyes opened, slowly, and he blinked a few times before his smile grew.

“Good morning, love,” Harry Potter whispered, as he bent down to kiss the youngest Winchester.

The kiss was slow and easy, but Sam could feel tingles of pleasure running throughout his entire body. He gasped, reaching up as Harry tried to pull back, and tangled his fingers in the Siren’s raven hair. “I love you,” he gasped against the other’s parted lips. “God, Harry, I love you so much.”

Harry pulled back, smiling widely. Green eyes sparkled as Harry spoke. “I love you too,” he paused, baring his teeth, “Dean.”

Sam gasped, jerking forward in the bed. His hand was pressed to his chest, and he panted heavily trying to catch his breath back. At least once a week, for the past three months, he had dreamt of telling Harry he loved him, and Harry always reacted differently. But this wasn’t the first night Harry had called him Dean.

Sam wasn’t even sure when it had happened. When had he fallen in love with Harry Potter?

For Dean and Harry it had only taken three and a half weeks. But what Dean and Harry had was magically. They were soul mates. Completely compatible, and destined for one another, and all that bullshit that Dean had never before believed in. It had happened to Dean though, and Sam was so very envious. He would have given anything to be Harry’s soul mate, anything, but it was too late now. He would never try and take Harry away from his brother; he couldn’t hurt Dean that way. Dean only had half a year to live, and Sam wouldn’t waste it on seducing his possible-if-Dean-survived brother-in-law. He needed to save Dean’s soul, keep Dean alive, and look after Harry.

His thoughts were interrupted by the noises in the bathroom. The shower was running, but that wasn’t the only thing Sam could hear. His lips twisted into a wry grin as a familiar moan drifted towards him. No doubt Harry and Dean were having a good morning. Sam reached down beneath the sheets, his hand delving below his waistband and he grasped hold of himself. He threw his head back with a groan, echoed by a cry of Harry’s. Sam was determined to have a good morning too.

XXX

Iguanas Café was a nice place on Main Street. It was crowded that morning, but Harry easily found a table beside the front windows. He slid into the booth, waving Dean and Sam over. Instead, Sam raised a hand in reply but leant his hip against the counter top, nodding at the woman standing behind the till.

“Dean, we need to talk.” He said, willing his eyes away from Harry’s confused face.

“Oh yeah?” Dean gave a grin in Harry’s direction and mouthed, ‘one minute’, before turning his attention back to his darker haired brother.

“You love Harry right? Of course you do, and you loved Cassie as well, but you love Harry more?” Dean’s eyebrows furrowed but he only shrugged in response. “Well I loved Jessica. So much, Dean. I was going to propose! But I love someone else as well. And it’s been almost three years since Jessica died, and I can finally say it out loud without feeling like I’m cheating on her. But I love someone else, more than I love her.”

“Like me, and Harry and Cassie?”

“Yes.” Sam took a deep breath, preparing himself.

“Blaise, right? It’s Blaise?” Blaise was Harry’s only friend outside of the Winchesters. He Italian was also a Wizard, and one of the few people to know that Harry was a Siren. They had shared a house together in San Francisco and when Harry had been pursuing his singing career, Blaise had acted as his manager. Harry had tried to set Sam and Blaise up around the time Dean and Harry got together. Blaise had even spent a month road tripping with them, but decided it wasn’t high maintenance enough for his Pureblood-self, and bailed.

Sam exhaled sharply, “no, it’s not Blaise.”

“Come on man, you can tell me.”

“No Dean. There was no Blaise and I. I thought I was straight, and Blaise likes the short, submissive type. Like Harry.” Dean’s eyes narrowed. “He was never with Harry, just so you know. Harry tends to romanticise things. Blaise said he was hoping that if we ‘fell in love’ then Harry could stay with us, but he wouldn’t have to lose his only friend in the process.”

“We’re his friends too. And anyway, he didn’t lose Zabini, the man emails and telephones so often he’s practically a stalker.”

“You’re just jealous, Dean.” Sam chuckled.

“Wait… Back up… You thought you were straight? Explain?” The elder brother crossed his arms in front of his chest, eyes narrowed.

Sam looked over at Harry, who was ordering breakfast for all of them, and smiled softly. “It’s a bit like you and Harry. You always like girls, you even check a few of them out now and again even though you’re with Harry. Harry’s obviously a boy, but you’re attracted to him anyway.”

“I love him.”

“I know. And I’ve always liked girls too, but, uh, I sort of fell in love with this guy. But it’s completely hopeless. He’s already with someone, they’ve been together almost a year. He doesn’t feel that way about me, but I thought you deserved to know, Dean.”

“Ok, well tell me who he is so I can threaten him into dumping his boyfriend. The guys probably no where near good enough, you’d be a much better boyfriend, I’m certain.” Dean insisted.

Sam chuckled at the irony of Dean insulting himself without realizing. Sam opened his mouth, but before he could speak, someone started screaming.

Both of their heads turned, as if attached to the same string, and they stared towards the window. They couldn’t see who was screaming or why. They ran towards the door, pushing through the crush of the other diners as they tried to get outside. Harry met them on the pavement. He had seen the fight start, before the brothers heard the screaming, and he had left while they were talking.

“It’s like the other two cases.” Harry whispered to Sam. The brunette squeezed Harry’s shoulder lightly, offering the younger man a smile before moving after Dean.

“I loved you Bella!” The man screamed. “How could you leave me for him?”

A woman was trembling by the side of the road. Beside her stood an older man, who had an uncanny resemblance to the first man. “Son, son, calm down.” The older man said, raising his hands in a peace gesture. “I can explain everything, son.” The man paid no attention to his father.

“I loved you. Don’t you love me?”

“Of course I do, Edward. You know I do.” The woman said.

“Emily?” The older man asked. “Come on, let’s just get into the taxi and let David calm down alone, ok?” He took her elbow and tried to steer her into the waiting car.

David shrieked at him. “Bella, you bitch! You think you can just leave me for him? You think that I’d let you go?”

“What’s going on?” Dean asked.

The woman beside him smiled. She was pretty, very pretty, with the same colour hair as Harry, but the eyes were wrong. “You must be new in town. Hi, I’m Melissa. David and Emily Harvey have been married since they were, like, seventeen. Apparently, the whole time, Emily’s been sleeping with her father-in-law. That’s him, Colin Harvey, right there. His wife died when David was a child, but now he’s moving in with his son’s wife. I can’t believe it!”

“Believe it,” Sam said with a scoff. They turned back to the arguing couple, just as David lunged for Emily. His hands around her throat, he squeezed. Colin tried to pry him off; two others rushed forward to help the woman. But Emily went limp, eyes sad and watery as she let her husband choke her to death. She turned her head, her face purpling, and her eyes met Sam’s. They were black: like a demon’s, except there was a white ring around the irises.

When she was dead, more people started to scream. Colin slumped to the floor, cradling her body against his as he cried. David looked down on them and smiled softly. He turned back to the road, and jumped forward, just as a truck came speeding around the corner. Harry gave a cry, turning his face away. Some others threw themselves to the ground; others stood still allowing the blood to splatter across their faces even as they screamed out.

Sam moved instantly to Harry’s side. Dean watched the road with wide eyes, even as he moved to stand beside his family. Sam wrapped Harry in his arms, the boy’s face pressed against Sam’s chest, because he wasn’t tall enough to reach the shoulder. Harry gave a soft sob, eyes squeezed closed.

“It’s ok,” Sam promised, “we won’t let you get hurt. We’ll keep you out of it.”

Dean nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to Harry’s head. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” came Harry’s muffled reply.

Sam kept watching Harry, his arms tightening around the Siren, even as Dean walked away to speak with the old man and the other witnesses. ‘I love you’, he mouthed against the top of Harry’s head. Harry pressed himself closer as Sam’s mouth moved against his hair.

On opposite sides of the road stood two people. Bella watched Sam from their side of the road, her dress fluttering around her as the wind blew, but it was as incorporeal as herself. A pigeon flew through her skirt, but the ghost didn’t flinch. She was smiling softly. Her hand came up, fingers lightly tracing the ring of bruises around her throat, before she turned away from Sam and Harry. On the other side of the road, another ghost watched them. His face was twisted into a look of rage as his eyes landed on Harry.

“I love you, Bella,” he whispered. The words were carried on the wind, swirling and whirling their way across the street, twisting and fading, until in the end all Harry heard was the indistinct muttering of a passer-by. He didn’t hear what was said, nor could he tell who had spoken. But Harry looked up anyway. When he looked around, Edward was gone.

XXX

They had headed back to the Resort. Dean thought it would be a good idea to clean up before they headed back out to dig up information. No one really wanted to talk to a man who was blood spattered. Harry waited until the shower started up before he spoke.

“Sam’s in love with someone.”

“I know. He was about to tell me who it is, but then those people died, and we got distracted.”

“I know who. He told me.” Dean waited, a wide smile on his face. He flopped down onto his bed, but Harry chose to remain standing. “I don’t think he realized I could hear him. I’m a magical creature, Dean, I have better than average senses. And he was standing so close to me, I couldn’t help but hear him.”

“Well don’t keep me in suspense all day.”

“I think,” Harry paused and cleared his throat. “I know that he’s in love with-” The shower turned off. Harry froze, mouth still open but he couldn’t make himself finish the sentence. He didn’t want to upset Sam, or Dean, but Sam had obviously wanted to tell Dean the truth and Harry didn’t know when they were going to find time. The case seemed to be spiralling out of control, more and more people were dying. There just wasn’t time for silly real life stuff.

Sam came out of the bathroom in just a towel. Harry, against his better judgement, found his eyes wondering across Sam’s chest. Harry had always thought Sam was attractive, who wouldn’t think that? But he loved Dean. He wasn’t someone who would betray someone he loved. He’d been betrayed often enough before he left Britain to know how much and how deeply betrayal hurt. He would never cause that kind of pain to someone he cared about. But seeing Sam now, knowing Sam probably watched him at times like these without Harry realizing, made Harry slightly uncomfortable. He knew Sam, trusted Sam. Sam wouldn’t do anything that Harry didn’t want, he would never act on his feelings without Harry’s permission, and probably Dean’s too. But that didn’t change the fact that Sam was nearly naked in the room with them, and Harry really wanted to watch him dress.

Green eyes ripped away from the brunette, just as he bent down to grab his jeans. “Forgot to bring them in with me,” Sam said shyly. Harry met Dean’s eyes over Sam’s shoulder. Sam gave his brother a grin. “What are you talking about anyway?” He asked curiously.

“-Me,” Harry mouthed, finishing his earlier sentence.

Dean’s face went blank, all expression and colour gone like a canvas that had been wiped clean. His hands clenched at his sides, and he swallowed heavily before he looked back up at his brother. “The case. Think we should head out and do some research into these possessions? We’ll go after your shower.”

“Yeah. Think we can actually get something to eat this time, though?” Sam asked as he headed back to the bathroom.

When the bathroom door closed, Dean took a few angry steps across the room and grabbed Harry by the shoulders. “What do you mean he’s in love with you? He can’t be in love with you!”

“He was going to tell you himself at the café. He was going to trust you to be calm and understanding, Dean. So please calm down.”

“Yeah, he was going to tell me,” Dean scoffed, “in public where I couldn’t kill him! I’m going to kill him.”

“DEAN!” Harry hissed, his hands on his hips.

The anger suddenly melted away, and Dean seemed to fold into himself. “I can’t lose you,” he breathed, his fingers moving down to grip Harry’s arms instead of his shoulders. He shook the younger man lightly. “I can’t lose you.”

“You aren’t going to lose me, Dean. You won’t. This is Sammy, remember, your little brother. You know he would never do anything like that. He isn’t trying to steal me away. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.” Harry’s hands cupped Dean’s cheeks, pulling the other man down for a kiss. Their lips met, slow and hesitant at first, but then Dean’s hand found themselves on Harry’s arse, pulling the boy closer and his tongue forced its way passed Harry’s lips and into his mouth.

Dean pulled back with a moan, leaving Harry flushed and panting. “I know,” he said at last, his voice shaky. “I just need to think. Just let me- I need to think.”

“Ok.” Harry whispered, his fingers stroking along the line of Dean’s jaw.

The bathroom door opened again. Sam stopped in the threshold. There was a strange look on his face when Dean turned to him, but he was smiling. “Did I interrupt something? Shall I go have another shower?” He asked with a chuckle.

Dean grinned back; pleased to notice that Sam’s offer wasn’t forced or bitter. He actually was genuinely happy that they were happy, even if it was Dean-and-Harry instead of Sam-and-Harry. “Nah, we’re good. Nothing a short stack wouldn’t make up for.”

“The way to a man’s heart really is through his stomach,” Harry muttered as they left the room.

They spent the rest of the morning scouring the library for a similar killing/suicide that would have happened at least a century ago. There were two more cases in the last fifty years, but neither were the starting point of the problem. During the afternoon, Harry left them and headed back to the Riverside Casino and Golf Resort. He had another gig planned for that afternoon, and he needed to get ready and head over. The brothers were going to meet him in Murphy’s Bar and Grill as soon as they found something worth sharing.

What would you do if we woke up and the whole world was gone?
Well, would you believe with me is where you belong?
Well there goes the world and we're right in the middle
There goes the world and we're right in the middle
I said leave me here
I said leave me here with you

It was around 8pm when the brothers made their way into the bar. Harry had been performing since half-seven, so they hadn’t actually missed that much of his singing. Harry was on the stage, surrounded by a handful of guys playing instruments, and he was swaying lightly to his own music.

Everybody in the bar, except Sam, looked almost hypnotized by the music. Harry’s voice washed over them, and they felt everything he did.

As the city crumbles I see that there's nothing left behind
As we lay here together I feel your heart beat with mine
With time standing still, here is where we've always been
Well there goes the world and we're right in the middle again

I said leave me here
I said leave me here
I said leave me here
I said leave me here with you

Sam and Dean quickly found somewhere to sit at the bar. There had only been one seat available, and Dean quickly snagged it. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes at the man sitting beside his brother. His eyes were wide and glassy and he was practically drooling in Harry’s direction. Sam clicked his fingers in the man’s face and got no reaction. With a chuckle, he nudged the other guy’s shoulder. He was so entranced by Harry that he actually fell sideways off of the barstool, and didn’t bother to get back up off of the floor. He just kept staring forward, in Harry’s direction. Sam sat down and ordered a double whiskey, no ice.

“A double?” Dean asked. He was beginning to grow slightly immune to the effect Harry’s voice had on people, but it was still hard for Dean to keep his attention on anything else when Harry was in the room. But that was the fact of the matter even when Harry wasn’t singing.

“I need it.” Sam said, looking between the man on the floor, and the Siren on the stage.

Hey you, where are we going from here?
Hey you, where are we going from here?
Hey you, where are we going?
Cause there goes the world and I'm right in the middle with you
I'm right in the middle with you
I'm right in the middle with you
I'm right in the middle with you
I'm right in the middle with you

Harry stopped singing.

A sudden silence washed over the bar, and in the silence people started shaking themselves. Harry’s magic started to fade away. The man on the floor stood up, looking around himself half angry and half confused. Before he could pick a fight with Sam (which was definitely what he planned to do), Harry started to sing again.

You feel like a candle in a hurricane
Just like a picture with a broken frame
Alone and helpless
Like you've lost your fight
But you'll be alright, you'll be alright

The man turned away from Sam and Dean, staring reverently back up at the stage. Sam rolled his eyes. “Some people are morons.”

“Yes they are.” Dean agreed, eyeing the man as well.

“Are you jealous? I mean, does it make you jealous, knowing that every guy in here is thinking about Harry and sex in the same thought.”

“Of course it does. The only reason I’m not shooting everyone within reach is because I know that Harry is coming home with me.”

Sam silently wondered why he wasn’t killing every lust-crazed person in sight. Harry certainly wasn’t going home with him, so what reason did he have to not loose control of his jealousy? He had no right to be jealous. Maybe that was it?

“Hey, you ever going to tell me who it is that has you tied up in knots?” Dean asked, shooting his brother a sideways glance. Sam’s eyes drifted up to Harry, which was more than enough confirmation for Dean.

“It doesn’t matter.”

Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause its all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you Stand, Then you stand.

“Of course it matters. Love is… like air.” Dean chuckled, shaking his head. “Dude, I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Alright Ewan McGregor, that’s the last time I let you watch Moulin Rouge.” Sam laughed softly, taking a sip of his drink. “It really doesn’t matter. The guy he’s with, he makes him happy. That’s ok with me. I’m happy if he’s happy, if they’re both happy. And I sound like such a sap, but I don’t care.”

Life's like a novel
With the end ripped out
The edge of a canyon
With only one way down
Take what you're given before its gone
Start holding on, keep holding on.

“Sammy, come on. Maybe, I can help out. But I need to know who it is we’re talking about.”

Sam turned away and cleared his throat. “Did you know, that this bar is the future conception place of James T. Kirk?”

“What?” Dean asked, frowning.

“Future Captain of the USS Enterprise.” Sam grinned, “Starfleet’s finest.”

“Are you drunk, bro?”

Sam shook his head. Dean was staring at him like he had just popped twenty ‘e’s at the once, and Sam couldn’t help but think that Dean was so stupid sometimes. “You know, the TV show, the films, Star Trek. Kirk, and Spock, and ‘Beam me up, Scotty’. Didn’t you notice the model spaceship when we were pulling into the town? They call it the USS Riverside, but it’s a partial recreation of the Enterprise.”

Dean whistled, almost as if he were impressed. Then he rolled his eyes. “Dude, you are such a dork.”

“Bitch.” Sam said back, smiling.

Cause when push comes to shove
You taste what you're made of
You might bend, till you break
Cause its all you can take
On your knees you look up
Decide you've had enough
You get mad you get strong
Wipe your hands shake it off
Then you Stand, Then you stand

Every time you get up
And get back in the race
One more small piece of you
Starts to fall into place. Oh.

The song started to come to a close. Harry sang the chorus once more, his eyes closed as he swayed to the music, one hand on the microphone and the other tangled in his own hair. When he was silent, the room burst into applause.

“That’s the end of my night boys.” Harry told them with a smile, “and girls,” he added as an afterthought. Several screams rang out, woman grinning and waving at him. He smiled back politely. “Thanks for coming out.” He climbed down off of the stage, and made his way towards Dean and Sam.

“Hey guys.”

“Hey,” Sam said. Dean just pulled Harry into a kiss. “Breath was on the radio on the way over.”4 Sam told him as Harry slid himself onto Dean’s lap.

“I can’t get used to it. My songs, on the radio, wow.”

“Yeah well, Zabini obviously is good at his job. Next thing you know, you’ll have an album in the charts.” Dean said, pressing a kiss to Harry’s cheek.

“Hey Harry, did you know,” Sam started.

“James T. Kirk, born March 22nd, stardate 2228 in Riverside, Iowa. Yeah I know.” Harry grinned.

Dean gave a groan. “I’m surrounded by nerds. This can’t be happening.”

“I think we should visit the ‘Voyage Home Museum’ when the case is done. Before we leave.” Sam said. Dean shot him a dirty look and shook his head.

“That sounds like fun. Please Dean?” Harry asked, pouting up at his lover.

“That won’t work on me,” Dean warned him. Despite his words, Sam could tell he was about to give in.

Suddenly Harry was being pulled off of Dean’s lap. Both Winchesters jumped to their feet. The man who had fallen off the barstool earlier had one arm around Harry’s shoulders, and the other cupping his chin. “Hey, I’m James. Are these guys bothering you? I can take care of them, if you like.” His thumb was rubbing against Harry’s cheek and his breath stank of alcohol.

Dean narrowed his eyes. “We’re together.”

“Course you aren’t. You aren’t good enough for him. I can be what you need, baby. Just say the word.”

Harry took a step backward, but James kept hold of him. “Let him go,” Sam growled. His teeth were bared and he looked completely enraged. Harry wrenched himself away from James just in time for Sam to throw himself forward with a curse.

“Well, well,” James taunted, ducking Sam’s punch. “Quite the little whore isn’t he. Letting you both share him.”

“Shut your hole! How dare you!” Sam threw himself forward again, his fist connecting soundly with James’ nose. Sam moved forward again, but Dean grabbed him, one arm around his chest and the other around his neck.

“That’s enough, Sammy. Stop it!” Harry’s wide green eyes met his, and Dean nodded. Under his breath, wandless, Harry cast a calming spell. Sam slumped into Dean’s embrace immediately, the fight drained from him. His head lolled to one side as Dean lifted him up, and he stared sadly at Harry as they made their way out of the bar. “Well, we won’t be going there again,” Dean said, as he loaded his brother into the backseat of the Impala and then got into the drivers seat.

Harry smiled at him from the passenger’s side. “Let’s just get back to the resort before the spell wears off.”

“Should’a just thrown a drink at him.” Dean mumbled. He was just a little bit uncomfortable with Harry using Wizarding magic. But it wasn’t like Harry was hurting Sam, so Dean didn’t complain any more.

XXX

Two days later.

“Hey, Dean. The receptionist downstairs was saying that there is a fabulous bakery the next town over, West of here. She gave me the address and everything. Can we go there for breakfast? It’s only a few miles out.”

Dean rolled over in the bed with a grunt. Harry smiled softly at him, rolling his eyes. It was midday, but Dean had been out late the night before and was understandably tired.

Sam sat up, and looked over. He was fully dressed, having not bothered to undress the night before, and there were bags under his eyes.

“Sleep well?”

“No,” Sam said with a chuckle. “Kept dreaming about some girl, real pretty, dark hair, but she made me so mad for some reason.”

“Do you know her?” Harry asked, reaching a hand out slowly.

“No. No I don’t. It was just a strange dream, I guess.” He rolled from the bed, and grabbed the keys to the Impala off of the bedside table. “Come on, I’ll drive you.”

“Are you sure? Dean doesn’t really like us driving his baby.”

“But I’m driving you. Dean would do anything for you, including let me drive you around in his car, you know.” Sam was smiling, but something about the way he said ‘anything’ made Harry tense.

“Hey Dean, Sam and I are going to Kalona, ok?” Dean gave a grunt in reply and rolled over again. Sam’s hand was on Harry’s back, leading him from the room, and the feeling of Sam touching him made his skin crawl. It had never happened before, not even after he learnt that Sam loved him. But now, being any where near Sam felt wrong. Harry wanted to go back into the room, to curl up with Dean and not have to look at Sam for the rest of the afternoon, but he didn’t want to hurt Sam’s feelings.

So he allowed Sam to open the car door for him, and close it. When Sam got into the drivers side, he started the engine, and then turned to look at Harry. His eyes were black, except for one small ring of white, framing his irises.

“I love you, Bella.” He whispered.

Harry cried out, pressing back against the door, hands fumbling as he tried to grab the release on the door. Sam’s hand flew towards him, and then everything went black.

XXX

TBC...

1 – I couldn’t resist a little ‘Twilight’. Hate the name Isabella by the way: much prefer Isabel.
2 – “Cove Lounge”, 231 S Iowa Ave, Iowa City. It’s a nightclub.
3 – A) Theory of a Deadman: “In The Middle”. B) Rascal Flatts: “Stand”.
4 – Breaking Benjamin: “Breath”, Harry sang it during the Prequel (Soul Music).

A/N: I have never been to Riverside, IA. I looked up some stuff on the Internet, and twisted it to suit my needs. Half of the stuff I said probably isn’t true. But there really is a model of the USS Enterprise there… As Spock would say, ‘Fascinating’.