Soul Music

Sam left Harry and Dean sleeping, in separate beds, and headed back to the Tiziano. They hadn’t checked out the house the first victim was killed in, but Sam was determined to get a good look at this place.

“Hey, Blaise right?” Blaise was tanned, with hazel eyes and black hair. Mediterranean looking; possibly Italian. “I’m Sam Winchester, a friend of Harry’s.” He held his hand out but Blaise only looked down on it with a sneer.

“You aren’t a friend of Harry’s. You’re the brother of a man who was eyeing Harry at The Moss Room four nights ago.” Sam’s mouth dropped open. “I’m his only friend, he tells me everything.”

“That’s a little hard to believe. I’m sure he has a lot of friends.”

“Harry has acquaintances. But I’m the only one he trusts, so I’m his only friend. Though he seems to trust your brother, somewhat. I’ve no doubt, that if not for Dean’s presence in the car earlier tonight, Harry would never have gone with you.” Blaise’s eyes narrowed. “What is it you want?”

“Look, to be honest? We’re investigators. We were passing through. We’re on a holiday of sorts. Harry caught Dean’s interest, so we decided to stay a little longer. Then that man was killed. I got a little suspicious, and now someone else has died. Both of them somewhat connected to Harry. I’m worried he-”

“Might be killing people?” Blaise asked, his voice tightly controlled but Sam could tell he was angry.

“-Might be a target.” The blond finished.

“Well,” Blaise said with a shrug. He seemed to have calmed slightly as well. “Why didn’t you say so? The man’s name was Adam Harvey, turned 20 two nights ago, and the blond that threw his shirt at Harry during ‘Drown’.”

“That twat? What happened? I saw him going into the bathroom with a red head but,” Sam shrugged, looking passed the police tape. Blaise held a section of it up, waited until Sam had stepped under it and then followed.

“A red head?” Blaise actually growled.

“Holy shit!” Sam said, his eyes widening as he looked around.

“That’s where they found him.” Blaise pointed to the third cubicle. There were two urinals on the wall, and three stalls. Sam walked to the third one and gasped. The whole bowl of the toilet had been smashed until all that was left was a small porcelain pocket, filled with water. “He drowned in that.”

“How was it broken?” One of the urinals had been ripped from the wall, and Sam could see the pieces littered across the floor. Water was trickling down the wall, sluggishly falling to join the puddle that had already formed.

“Some of the pieces look like play-dough after a kid has squeezed it.” Blaise pointed and Dean ran the EMF reader over it. There were indents in the sides of the porcelain, shaped like fingers, as if a fist had closed around the bowl of the toilet. “The police think it might be someone on steroids or PCP.” Blaise shot Sam a look. He could tell that Sam wasn’t entirely Muggle.

“Oh, and what do you think it was?”

“Personally, Nathan Baltimore. But I don’t know how to explain the super strength.” Sam frowned. Blaise pushed open the door to the second cubicle. “Look at that.”

“Shit on Satan.” Sam cussed.

There was a hole in the wall, shaped like an adult. Whoever had killed Adam Harvey had beaten through the wall to escape the nightclub. “I can’t get my head around it man. Think of the insurance premiums. What do I claim under? Act of god? Cause that sure as hell wasn’t a human!” Sam gave the other man a wide-eyed stare, unsure of what to say. “So what kind of creature do you think it is?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Sam stuttered.

“Don’t act stupid, Muggle. I know you aren’t completely normal. Now, tell me, what is Nathan, and how do I kill him?”

“He might be human,” Sam protested.

“If he hurts Harry, then I’m going to kill him. Human or not.” Blaise promised.

“Um, I’m going to go back and check on Harry and Dean. I’ll get him to ring you or something.” Sam told him as he backed out of the bathroom. He got into the Impala and drove off.

XXX

Dean woke with a groan. His whole head was throbbing and the sunlight that was streaming in through the window wasn’t really helping. There was something though that cheered him up suddenly. Dean felt a smile stretch over his face, as he sat up in the bed, stretching his arms above his head.

“Cause it’s you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, and nothing to lose. And it’s you and me, and all of the people, and I don’t know why, I can’t keep my eyes off of you,”2d Harry sang softly, his eyes fixed on Dean’s face. “Good morning.”

“Keep singing,” Dean asked softly. And Harry did. As Harry sang, Dean felt his hangover melt away. Harry was happy that morning, and so was Dean, now that he had heard Harry singing. “What are you?”

“Siren.”3 Sam said suddenly. Dean’s head snapped around to look at his brother. Sam was sitting at the table, his laptop open in front of him.

“What’s a siren?” Dean asked. Harry tensed up, his entire body stiff and unmoving, his face was pale and if he were to start singing then anyone who heard him would have felt overwhelming terror without knowing why.

“In Greek mythology, the Sirens were three dangerous bird-women, portrayed as seductresses, who lived on the flowery island of Anthemoessa.” Sam told them, reading straight off of Wikipedia. “Some cultures believe they were birds with the faces of women, others believe they were women with the wings and legs of birds. Some even claim that they are really mermaids, only they grow legs when they step out of water.”

“We aren’t sea creatures,” Harry told them. He spoke softly, still a little afraid. It had been a long time since he had faced someone who was only learning about what he was. “Traditionally, if a ship strayed too close to the island of Anthemoessa, the Sirens would sing to the sailors, luring them into the water. Once they had drowned, the Sirens would drag them onto the island and feed on their flesh. The corpses would then be left back on their ship, and their ship pushed away from the island and let to sail across the water until another ship spotted it.”

“Sirens are always girls.” Sam pointed out.

“Yes.” Harry agreed, “but sometimes males can carry the recessive gene. In my family, my father’s ancestor married a female siren. A couple generations of only male children later, and the siren gene was still there, only recessive. Eventually, when my mum and dad had me, I was magically powerful enough to be considered a bearer. Meaning, even though I’m male, I can have children naturally. Apparently the siren gene took that to mean I’m female where it counts.”

“So…” Dean said slowly, “You’re a mythical creature who can get pregnant, and drowns men, and eats them?”

“The victim last night drowned.” Sam pointed out.

Harry’s mouth dropped open. “I was with you the whole time! And I’m not a cannibal!” He stood up and slipped his feet into his shoes.

“Hey, hey,” Dean said, jumping from the bed. He grabbed Harry’s hands and held them tightly. “Don’t leave. We’re sorry. It’s just, usually, when we run across something supernatural, it wants to kill us.”

“Blaise thinks it might be Nathan.” Harry whispered, looking away from the others.

“Can you tell me about him?” Dean asked. He shared a look with Sam over Harry’s shoulders, and Sam nodded. Sam began to look at his laptop again, searching for anything that could make Nathan their killer. “When did you meet him?”

“We met at the Hayes & Vine, it’s a wine bar in Marin County. It was about a year ago, and he seemed really nice. He was celebrating his twenty-second birthday the night I met him. Later on, he used to say it was like fate, that we met that night. He said a lot of things happened to him that night, but I was the best of them.” Harry took a deep breath and sat on the bed beside Dean.

“After about five months he used to get really angry for no reason. I had my own place, but he didn’t like that I shared with Blaise, and he didn’t like that I wouldn’t move in with him, and he didn’t like how I wouldn’t let him move in with me either. We were out one night, and I honestly thought he was about to hit me. I froze, didn’t duck, but he didn’t hit me. He hit the wall; purposely he said, he promised he would never hurt me. I was so scared. I’ve seen some weird shit, believe me, I am one of the weird things. But, damn, there was a hole in the wall.”

“Like he had super strength?”

“Yeah,” Harry said looking over at Sam. “What is it?”

“After the first guy died, I came across this but ignored it since it was about Nathan and not you. But… Have a look Dean.”

Dean walked over to the laptop and read off of it. “Well fuck.” Nathan Baltimore, born and raised in San Francisco. Moved to Marin County around the same time Harry did, and his mother died in a fire in his nursery on the night he turned six-months-old. “He’s one of them, Sammy.”

“Only, I see visions of people about to die, and he gets to be the Incredible Hulk!” Sam slammed his hand on the table, looking guilty when Harry flinched. “That’s not fair.”

“Well at least we know what we’re dealing with.” Dean said.

“I don’t,” Harry told them softly.

“It’s a long story, sort of a family thing,” Sam started.

But Dean interrupted him. He told Harry everything: about their mom, their dad, the Yellow-eyed demon, and Max, Andy and the others like them. When he was finished he smiled softly at Harry. “Starting to regret meeting us yet?”

“No,” Harry whispered softly. When Dean grinned at him, Harry allowed a blush to spread across his face. “I’m very pleased I met you. Both.”

Dean and Sam chuckled at Harry’s pause in speech, and the boy blushed brighter. “That’s good to know,” Sam said, “It’s nice to be included once in a while.”

“Ok, seriously. What are we going to do about your nutter ex-boyfriend?” Dean asked, shooting a worried look in Harry’s direction. “We can’t kill him if he’s human.”

“Blaise offered to, if he hurts Harry.” Sam told them, rolling his eyes at the annoyed expression on Dean’s face. “You and Blaise good friends, Harry?”

“We went to school together, but we never really spoke. He showed up about three years ago. I’d already been here for a year. He just never left.”

“Lover?” Dean asked. Harry could practically feel the jealousy rolling off of him in waves.

“Blaise and I? Never. Just very good friends.”

“Good friends, like you’d miss him if he died. Or good friends, like if you died he’d bring you back from the dead?”4 Dean smacked Sam on the shoulder, but the blond carried on looking at Harry, waiting for an answer.

“You don’t mess with Necromancy. It’d be a shell, not a person. A horrible, violent shell of what you once were.” Harry shook his head. Thoughts of Inferi going through his mind. When they had learnt about the walking undead in classes, he had never expected the teacher to actually make a few and attack the class with them. He shuddered. It hadn’t been pleasant.

“That’s good to know.” Dean said.

“Yeah, bro, now you can sleep at night.” Sam paused, trying to look completely innocent. “And have a cold shower the second you wake up.” Dean looked like he was ready to kill. Harry laughed though, and they turned back to him.

“Continue?”

“Right so a month after I broke things off with Nathan, about half a year ago now actually. I was singing; um, ‘stab my back, it’s better when I bleed for you’2e is the only line you really need to know. Nathan kept texting me that line, over and over, and then he followed me home one night. This guy, I brought him home with me, and well obviously you know. He left anyway; I didn’t see Nathan around, so I thought nothing of it. The guy I slept with was murdered the next day. Stabbed in the back fifty-seven times with a screwdriver. Nathan wasn’t even charged: there wasn’t enough evidence.” Harry was shaking by the time he had finished. Dean took him into his arms, holding the younger man against his chest.

“You sure know how to pick them.” The brunette joked, pressing a soft kiss to Harry’s forehead. “We’ll protect you, I promise.”

XXX

Sam wasn’t sure how they were going to deal with this mess, but one thing was for sure. Dean seemed to agree with Blaise. Anyone who tried to hurt Harry was going to get wasted. The brunette Winchester tucked a Smith & Weston into the waistband of his jeans, and covered the bulge with his jacket. “I’m ready, bro.” Sam nodded at him, patting down his pants pocket, where he had another gun tucked away.

Harry frowned at them both. “We’re only going to dinner. It’ll be fine.”

“Look, three men are dead because of Nathan Baltimore. I’d rather you not be a forth.” Dean grabbed Harry’s face. His thumb lightly stroked over the boy’s check. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, as he leant his face towards Harry’s. The younger man moved onto his toes, raising himself higher so he could actually reach Dean’s mouth. Sam watched them kiss, smiling softly. He turned his face away after a while, content just to let them be, but when they showed no signs of stopping he cleared his throat loudly.

“Can Harry have his tongue back yet, Dean?” He asked, opening the motel room door. “Come on, let’s leave!”

They piled into the Impala. Dean was driving.

The Thanh Long Restaurant was busy when they pulled up outside. A valet held his hands out for the car keys, and Dean reluctantly parted with them. “Not one scratch,” he warned the teenager who was waiting impatiently at the curb. “Do you hear me?”

“Dean!” Sam hissed, elbowing his brother. “Chill out.” He nodded his head in Harry’s direction. The younger man had already entered the restaurant, his arm cradled in the crook of a waiter’s elbow. Dean narrowed his eyes and followed them, Sam trailing after him.

“I’m sorry, do you have reservations?” The Maitre D’ asked, holding his hand out to stop the brothers from entering. Sam sighed as he caught a glimpse of what everyone inside was wearing. Dresses, and dinner suits, and ties, and formal shirts. Even Harry had dressed up nicely, where as Dean and Sam had just thrown their jackets over their t-shirts and jeans. “I think the Rockit Room would be more to your tastes, sirs. They’ll be beer, and sports, and,” he waved his hand as he tried to think, “and snacks at the Rockit Room.”

“We’re with him,” Dean said pointing inside. Harry was sitting at a four-person table with Blaise opposite him. He was looking around questioningly, unable to spot Dean or Sam. “HARRY!” Dean shouted, and the brunette’s head snapped up.

Harry waved at them, beckoning them inside. The Maitre D’ frowned, eyeing their clothing with distaste, but eventually moved out of the way to let them pass. “Thanks Harry,” Sam said, sitting down beside Blaise.

Dean took the empty chair beside Harry. He took hold of Harry’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “My hero!” He murmured. “If not for you, we would have had to wait outside all night. That would have been lame.”

“You could of gone away,” Blaise said, throwing a glare at Dean. “I’m afraid I don’t approve.” The Italian told his friend.

“Blaise. I haven’t liked someone in a very long time, ok?” Harry pouted. “Play nice?” He turned to Dean, “what are you ordering?” He held over his copy of the menu, making Blaise share his with Sam.

“Uh, I can’t read any of this.” Dean moaned. Harry let his lips twitch into a smile for a brief moment. He waved his hand over the menu and the words changed immediately into English. “How did you-?”

“Magic,” Harry told him simply. Before Dean could protest or argue, he tilted his head up and claimed the other man’s lips again.

XXX

(Slash Scene Starts)

Hands tangled through his hair, pulling his head up for another kiss. Harry moaned as Dean’s fingers tightened in his hair. Harry’s hands moved to grab Dean’s shoulders, drawing their torsos closer together. A cry escaped him. Dean’s hands were on his arse, lifting him up. Harry jumped, his legs locking around Dean’s waist, ankles hooking at the base of Dean’s spine. His hands moved up to cup the man’s face, their lips still pressing against each other’s, over and over. Tongues tangled, tracing lips and gums and teeth; hands roamed, shedding clothing and stroking over sweat slicked skin; moans and groans rent the air as Dean pressed his hips harder against Harry’s.

“Dean, Dean,” Harry whispered.

The man moaned into Harry’s mouth, reclaiming it and pressing the Siren against the wall. They were both shirtless. Panting, Harry pulled back.

“Bedroom.” He whispered. His cheeks were flushed; eyes glassy; and Dean thought he was the most perfect creature he had ever seen. “First room, top of stairs.”

Dean carried him up the stairs. The door opened easily, and Dean walked inside, not bothering with the light switch. He lay Harry down on the bed. Dean took off his shoes, before crawling towards the Siren, who lay sprawled where Dean had left him, still panting. He pulled off Harry’s shoes and socks, and unzipped his own jeans. The gun fell to the floor with a soft thump.

Harry’s hands trembled as he pushed down his slacks. He wasn’t wearing any boxers, and Dean bit back a groan as the Siren’s pale skin was revealed to him. His own jeans were open, but still on him, hanging loose around his hips. “You are beautiful,” he whispered. He pressed his face to Harry’s thigh, spreading the boy’s legs wider as he settled between them.

His tongue flicked out over Harry’s cock. The Siren was hard. Harry bucked his hips, thrusting closer to Dean’s mouth, which opened and swallowed the boy’s member to the root. Harry gave a cry, and then muffled a second by pressing his hands over his mouth.

“I want to hear you,” Dean said, pulling back. When Harry’s hands were away from his face, the Hunter lowered his head again, taking his lover into his mouth. This was his first blowjob given, but from the noises Harry was making he seemed to be doing a good job. His fingers moved lower. He scratched his nails lightly against Harry’s perineum and the boy’s hips lifted off the bed again. Dean pressed a finger against the Siren’s opening, and then pulled it back shocked.

“Anatomically built for sex and child bearing,” Harry panted out. “I come ready lubed.”

“I was just going to assume,” Dean said as he crawled up to lay on top of Harry fully, “that you were very eager, and that’s why you spent so long in the loo in the restaurant.” He shimmied out of his jeans and kicked them off the end of the bed. “Do I still need to, you know?”

“Prepare me? No.” He raised his head again, and Dean met his kiss fervently. “Inside now,” Harry panted as Dean trailed kisses along the column of his throat.

“Thank god,” Dean moaned. He spread Harry’s legs wider, encouraging the Siren to wrap them around his waist. He took himself in hand, and lined himself up with Harry’s entrance. “Ready?” He asked, before thrusting forward slowly. He penetrated the other man slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Harry groaned, his hands on Dean’s shoulders, the nails digging in to the skin of his back. He tightened his legs and thrust upwards, forcing Dean to enter him quicker.

“Ride me,” he demanded. Dean let out a chuckle, and drew back. Then he thrust forward again, a smug grin on his face as Harry cried out, “DEAN!”

They moved together. Their pace hurried, furious and intense. But neither had anything to complain about. They clung to one another, their lips brushing lightly at times, and at other times meeting as passionately as other parts of their anatomy.

Harry came with a cry, his back arching as he tightened his hold on Dean with his arms and legs. Dean’s hips jerked sporadically. His hand clenched around Harry’s shaft, milking it as the Siren rode through the aftershocks. Dean pressed his face against Harry’s neck, panting harshly.

“Come for me, Dean,” Harry whispered.

With a groan, the brunette orgasmed. One hand fisted the sheets beside Harry’s head, the other pressed against Harry’s stomach, smearing the Siren’s come across the boy’s skin. He rolled over, not wanting to crush the much smaller man, and then smiled. Harry curled up against him, his head in the crook of Dean’s arm, and his own arms wrapping around Dean’s chest.

(Slash Scene Ends)

“I thought you said you could get pregnant?” Dean asked slowly, his eyes going round.

“I can. Don’t worry. I have that thingy inserted under my skin. It releases hormones for three months at a time, telling my body it shouldn’t release an ovum.”

“How do you-? Why would-? Only girls get those.” Dean stuttered.

“You aren’t the only person who has mistaken me for a female. My doctor thinks ‘Harry’ is short for ‘Harriett’ and I’ve never corrected him.” Harry shrugged. “Now go to sleep.”

“How am I supposed to sleep now? I’m on a high!” He squeezed Harry against his chest before releasing the Siren. “I don’t want to lose you.”

Harry didn’t reply to the last comment. Instead, he began to sing. “Rock-a-bye baby, in the tree top, when the wind blows the cradle will rock. When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, and down will come baby, cradle and all.” By the time Harry had finished, his magic had already washed over his lover. Dean was fast asleep.

In the next room over, Blaise rolled his eyes. He turned off his headphones, listened for any more noise. When he was satisfied that Harry was satisfied, he lay back and prepared to go to sleep. He and Sam had left before the other two, leaving Harry and Dean to their conversation. The cab had only begun pulling away from the house when the two had attacked each other, kissing and groping. Sam actually regretted peeking out of the guest room window to check on his brother. Coupled with what he had just heard, Sam really didn’t want to deal with anything else that went with ‘Dean’ and ‘sex’ ever again.

Blaise woke up four hours later when he heard Harry screaming.

XXX

Harry’s eyes snapped open. He knew instantly that something was wrong. He reached over Dean to switch on the bedside lamp. It turned on, but the light kept flickering. Shaking his head, Harry turned it back off. He waved his hand instead. Since his inheritance he had become very good at using wandless magic.

“Lumos,” he said, and the room lit up completely.

Harry held back a scream as someone climbed onto the bed beside him. The other man’s hand was clamped over Harry’s mouth, but green eyes widened in fear and recognition as Nathan moved to straddle his ex-boyfriend. Nathan pulled down the sheets covering Harry, and let his eyes rake over all of that pale skin.

“You are beautiful,” he wheezed. His chest heaved, as lust coursed through him. “I’ve missed you so much. I love you so much. Why would you betray me? You were supposed to be with me, always with me. He promised me that you would belong to me.”

Rage welled up inside of the Siren. He didn’t belong to anyone, he wasn’t an animal or a pet and he needed no master. He bit down on Nathan’s hand. The red head cried out, and Harry shoved as hard as he could. Nathan fell to the floor. “I belong to no one!” Harry hissed.

Nathan grabbed him, his hand fisting into Harry’s hair. “You will belong to me. He promised.” He dragged Harry from the bed. The brunette screamed; he could feel the hair ripping from his head. No doubt, Nathan was strong enough to lift Harry one handed, but Harry’s hair was strong enough to resist gravity.

Dean rolled out of the bed. Harry hadn’t even known he was awake, but the Hunter was now crawling across the floor, reaching for the gun he had discarded earlier.

The door slammed opened, banging off of the wall. Nathan turned around, holding Harry in front of himself as a shield. The Siren trembled, tears spilling onto his cheeks as Blaise lowered the gun he had been aiming previously. Sam looked into the room, eyes wide. He lowered his gun as well. His was only loaded with rock salt, but he couldn’t fire it without hitting Harry anyway. Nathan smirked at them both.

“He promised me. He told me I was special, and that Harry was meant for me. I was special, and I deserved someone just as special, he said. Harry belongs to me because I’m special.”

“This guy, he didn’t have yellow eyes did he?” Sam asked trying to keep Nathan’s attention on them.

“He doesn’t belong to you, you freak,” Dean hissed.

He had been crouching behind the bed, and he stood now, his own gun held in his hand. He took a deep breath and fired. Nathan’s head exploded, brain and bone shards flying across the room from the force of the impact. Harry screamed again. He dived to the floor, his arms above his head protectively. Blaise ran to him, scooping the naked boy into his arms.

“It’s ok, it’s ok,” he whispered, knowing that he was lying but not being able to help himself. “It’s ok.”

“It’s a good thing he’s so short,” Sam said, trying to lighten the mood. Dean ignored him, pulling on his jeans.

He knelt down in front of Harry. “I’m sorry.” He whispered. “Do you want me to go?” He held his breath, waiting for Harry’s answer. Though it almost broke his heart to ask, he needed to know if Harry was going to be like Cassie. It was better for him to cut ties now, instead of later. Dean wasn’t ready to fall in love again only to get drop kicked in the heart.

“Stay with me,” Harry whispered. It was barely audible, and Dean wasn’t sure he had even heard the Siren correctly. But Blaise was suddenly pushing Harry forward, offering the boy to Dean, and the Hunter took the burden unhesitant. He cradled him. “Don’t leave me, please.” Harry begged as he wrapped his arms around Dean’s neck, holding him tightly.

“I won’t. I won’t, unless you want me to.” Dean promised.

No one got anymore sleep that night. Blaise went downstairs, and came back a while later with three mugs of black coffee. Dean drank his while holding onto Harry, who remained awake and silent though he had stopped crying. Sam drank his while sitting on the edge of Harry’s bed looking at weapons for sale on e-bay. And Blaise drank his while standing in the threshold of the room, observing Dean who seemed to care about Harry very much.

Blaise admitted he didn’t like the Hunter at first. But Dean was starting to grow on him.

XXX

Three weeks later.

“I was thinking,” Dean said as he walked into Harry’s bedroom. “Why don’t you come with us for a while?”

He and Sam had practically moved in with Harry and Blaise after the night Nathan died. Harry and Blaise had used magic the next morning to clean everything up. The body had disappeared, the blood and brains had vanished and no one was asking questions about Nathan Baltimore’s disappearance. Sam was a little wary, understandably, but he let it drop after Dean purposely drove a mile and a half with Sam’s bag strap caught in the door, and Sam running down the street attached to the Impala.

Harry looked up at him with a wide smile. He was composing a new song. The words were already written, and now it was just a matter of adding the right music at the right time.

“You know we’re leaving tomorrow on a hunt? Well we don’t know how long we’ll be, so I was thinking maybe you could come with us for a week or two. See how you like it? If you hate it, we’ll bring you straight back. We could drop in every month for a weekend; spend some time together if not. If you don’t like that, then just tell me to go fuck myself.” Dean trailed off nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

“I would love to.”

“Tell me to go fuck myself?” Dean squeaked. He wondered if that was considered a break up?

“No, silly,” Harry said as he stood from the bed. He took hold of Dean’s hands, and pressed a chaste kiss to the Hunter’s lips. “I would go anywhere with you.”

“It’ll be dangerous.”

“I can take care of myself. And anyway, Blaise will be coming, so it’ll be just like going on tour.”

“What? Blaise?” Dean chuckled. “Uh, no, I think, no.” He was shaking his head frantically. Blaise might have warmed up to him a little, but they were anything but friends.

“Yes, Blaise. We can’t split him and Sam up now!”

“Sam and Blaise? Sam is straight, Harry, very straight.” The Winchester chuckled again, moving forward to pull Harry against his chest. “Very straight.”

“So were you once,” Harry whispered, punctuating each word with a kiss to Dean’s mouth.

“You have a good point,” Dean conceded, trying to draw Harry into a deeper kiss. “But Sam is still straight.”

“And he loves Blaise,” Harry said while reaching down to stroke Dean’s growing erection through his jeans.

“Yes,” Dean agreed, thrusting his hips forward.

“Great!” Harry exclaimed, pulling away completely. “I’ll just go ask Blaise if he wants to come with us for a few weeks.” He practically skipped out of the room.

Dean watched him go. He blinked three times, just to be sure, and then flopped back onto the bed. “Bloody unbelievable.” He moaned, looking down at the tent in his pants with a frown. “Unbelievable.”

“I love you too,” Harry shouted up the stairs. Dean smiled to himself. He was happier than he could ever remember being, even with Cassie, or when his mom was alive. If bring Blaise along on a hunt was what it took to be happy, then it was a very small sacrifice to make.

“I love you,” he breathed quietly.

He didn’t need to shout. Harry already knew.

The End

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2d “You and Me”, by Lifehouse;
e “Stab My Back”, by The All-American Rejects.
3 – Sirens are always female, but I didn’t want to make Harry a girl (despite the fact that the Winchesters thought he was one anyway). See wikipedia for more information.
4 – See: Season 2, “Children Shouldn’t Play With Dead Things”.

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