Prompt Stories 4

Superstition

Categories: Harry Potter, Supernatural

Characters: Harry Potter, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester

Pairing: Dean/Harry

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Supernatural, or any of the characters associated with the books/movies or television show and I never have and never will make any money from the writing of this story.

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Pulling his prized possession, his Black Impala, to a stop Dean ran his fingers through his dark hair then turned to his brother with a smirk and said, “Hurry up and go fix your makeup, Sammy. I want to get to Tennessee and get this bitch possessing everyone before anyone else dies.”

Glaring, Sam said, “It's Sam and if you would have waited at the last gas station so I could piss we wouldn't have needed to stop here.”

“Go relieve your little bladder then get us some drinks and snacks.” Dean said, leaning back into the seat with his arms behind his head and his eyes closed.

Rolling his eyes, Sam climbed out of the car, but left the door open with a smirk as he caught sight of a familiar black cat with a stripe of white on its forehead strutting towards the car with his tail whipping back and forth.

Chuckling, Sam leaned down a bit and ran his hand from the cat's head to his tail and said, “Don't scare him too much, Harry.”

Meowing, the cat jumped into the open door then crouched down, wiggled his butt, then pounced on Dean causing him to sit up with a shriek.

Laughing, Sam hurried towards the gas station to use the bathroom then get the snacks.

Five minutes later he made his way back out to the car and groaned when he caught sight of Harry sitting on Dean's lap in the driver's side with his fingers clenched in Dean's hair while Dean's hands moved underneath the black shirt covering Harry's body.

“Seriously guys cut it out. I don't want to see that.”

“Well deal with it. You know how I feel about black cats and you still let Harry sneak up on me in that form.”

“Yeah you're superstitious when it comes to black cats...I can't help it if your lover is feeling mischievous and wants to scare you.”

Moaning, Harry pulled away from Dean's neck, where he had been kissing it, and said, “Scaring Dean makes for the best sex...I can't help but do it.”

“Ugh I don't want to hear that.”

Chuckling, Harry slipped off of Dean and into the back seat and said, “Then you aren't going to want to share a room with Dean at the next hotel or else you'll be hearing much worse because I'm here to stay now.”

“Everything is taken care of then?” Dean asked, looking back at him.

Nodding, Harry said, “Yep. No more going back there unless it's to visit.”

Scrambling into the back seat, Dean said, “You drive, Sammy, but if you scratch my car I'm having Harry do something horrible to you.”

Tossing the bag onto the passenger seat, Sam said, “Come on, you guys! I don't want to see or hear that.”

“You won't. That's where my magic comes in handy. Now stop bitching.” Harry said, then grabbed his wand and did his magic, causing the two to disappear with no sounds in the back seat.

Shuddering at the thought of what they were doing, Sam considered waiting outside until they were finished, but he knew how they were after any separation and Harry had been gone for close to two months...

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Prompt 11 from table A of 30 prompts.