Demon King Daddy

Hello, and welcome to another chapter of DKD..



In this chapter Harry will be meeting team free will and put rule number 2 to the test. Trust issues will abound.



As many people have pointed out in reviews, Harry has already broken rule number 1; Run from angels. My reply; Yes.. Yes he has and poor kid doesn\'t even know it. Harry doesn\'t know Castiel is Castiel. He only saw a man in a treach coat walk up and start talking to Sam and Dean.



If Harry knew who (or what) Castiel was, he would of waited for him to leave the room or ran from the hosptial. Just as if Castiel had known Harry was Harry, he would have stopped in the hallway and done something, instead of just passing him by. Neither will know until the end of this chapter, and the results should be fun for all!



One last thing; My plot bunny for DKD had a baby. As I watched season 5 again, I was reminded just how sexy Sam is when he is blood lusting... So I desided to jump-start the Sammy/Harry relationship with a kick. Hope you guys enjoy!





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"GET IN HERE AND LAY YOUR DAMN HANDS ON!" Bobby yelled from his wheelchair. He was staring aimlessly out of the large glass window that overlooked the hospital court yard. The same window and scene he had been staring at the past 3 days. When Castiel didn\'t reply Bobby turned towards the angel who was still standing between the two hunters.



"Get healing!" The older man ordered. Castiel looked at him with a hint of remorse showing in his eyes.



"I can\'t." The angel anwsered gruffly. Both Sam and Dean both looked to him in disbelief.



Bobby grabbed the side of his wheelchair and turned it completely around as to face both the angel and his boys.



"Say again?…" Bobby said, the threat obvious in his voice.



Castiel then stepped into the room towards Bobby, in order to explain himself better. Dean followed him in as he listened to the conversation but stayed close to the door. Sam just stayed in the door way. Apart of him still felt like he had betrayed them to much to be allowed in. He didn\'t deserve it, or at least hadn\'t earned that trust back just yet. Maybe soon… but not now.



"I\'m cut off from heaven… And much of heaven\'s power. Certain things I can still do, certain things I can\'t."



"Are you telling me that you lost your mojo just in time to get me stuck in this trap for the rest of my life?" Bobby yelled back angrily. Dean didn\'t say anything.. How could he? He was the reason that Castiel had disobeyed. He had been the one that forced Cas into making that choice. No one else was responsible for that.



"I\'m sorry." Castiel said, with sincerity in his voice.



"Perhaps I could help…" chipped a voice from behind them. Dean immediately started and turned to the person.



Sam turned and froze, his breath hitching and his eyes going wide. This person, he smelled… Different. Odd. It was almost a powdery and earthy scent that just was just wonderful. Sam wasn\'t sure what or who this kid was or why his mere scent made his senses sit up and take notice.. He wasn\'t a Demon, Sam could tell, and he didn\'t feel this way around any of the angels he had ever met. He was beyond interested in finding out the reason why he was reacting like that and finding out what this person was… because he was definitely more then human.



Castiel turned last. After a quick look-over his blue eyes narrowed dangerously at the intruder. He could see the body in front of him, but he couldn\'t sense the person at all. It was as if the boy-child was hidden or blocked from him, even when standing just a few feet away. It was frustrating and worried Castiel, putting him on his guard. This boy-child could easily become a danger. To his charge, to him and his mission.



He would no longer allow dangers to just walk freely among them, there was far to much at stake. For now he would wait and see, but if and need be, he would remove the danger from their path permanently.



It was a teenage boy that stood calmly behind the door. He was stick thin, short with messy black hair and impressive green eyes. Framed by a pair of older and beaten black glasses. He had on a nice looking hoody and dark blue jeans that looked brand new or at least well taken care of. He couldn\'t be more then 14 years old and with a pale, angled face. Health wise though, it looked as if the poor kid was either deathly ill or just recovering from being sick. Stuck right in between ether gaining his health back or withering away. So weak and fragile it appeared that a strong glare or burst of breath could knock him over.



Dean signed, and after getting his bearings back, cursed.



"God damn it, another one! Another sneaky Poppy-upper person that shows up with no warning…"



Harry just gave a amused smile at the hunter, trying to look non-threatening. But he seemed a bit nervous all the same.



Harry\'s eyes wavered around the room as everyone looked him over. There was Bobby, looking at him in confusion and hope. Dean, looked at him with an annoyed glare. And the Trench-coat man who was trying ether glare holes, or look into Harry\'s very soul. He didn\'t know who trench coat was, but he was making Harry feel very nervous and uncomfortable. Didn\'t that man realize that just standing still and gazing at someone like was really, really weird?



It was then that Harry looked over to the last person in the room; Sam. He was staring at Harry with a look he couldn\'t quite decipher. It was oddest look he had ever been given. A mix between the one people gave him when they first realize who he was, and the one that Hermione gave new books and Ron gave to freshly cooked food. It made him all the more nervous. Harry raised a inquisitive eyebrow to the Winchester, and then looked back to Bobby.



After getting the glace from the boy, Sam immediately straightened himself up and quickly put himself to rights. Weird scent or not, he was going to keep his cool. He had to admit though, something about this boy interested him.. He just didn\'t know if that was good thing or bad thing just yet.



"Are you sayin\' you can heal me, kid?" Bobby said, raising his eyebrow.



"Well, yes..." The kid said, ignoring the other hunters for the moment. "If you\'ll allow me. I\'d be glad to." Now that he had spoken a bit more, they all picked up on his English accent. Sam found himself even more intrigued and curious.



Dean turned and looked to Sam and raised his eyebrow. He didn\'t know what had gotten into his brother, but the kid was definitely the cause. He was also acting a little to \'proper\' for his taste.. Dean didn\'t like it at all. But, if he was able to help Bobby he\'d put up with it. For a little while at least. Dean then looked to Castiel with a question in his eyes.



"Hey Cas, is he one of yours?.."



"No." Castiel answered gruffly, as he looked the boy over again. "No, he is definitely not one of mine."



"Oh good, cause they\'re dicks.." Dean stated as he stepped aside and motioned for the kid to move forward. The boy looked to Dean with a worried and apprehensive glace. Like he was afraid he was going to get attacked the second he stepped in. Dean didn\'t know if he should be offended or flattered.



"Get in here, Boy, and start talking!" Bobby said. The kid then stepped in nervously. He quickly passed Sam and Dean and walked right over to Bobby. Bobby motioned for him to sit on the edge of the hospital cot, and did it in such a militant way that Harry immediately obeyed.





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Castiel then turned and headed back to Sam and Dean as Bobby and Harry started their conversation. He would keep a close eye on the Boy-child as he talked to the brothers in a low voice, so they would not to be heard by him.



"Look, I don\'t have much time. We need to talk."



"Ok, What about?." Dean said, and he and Sam both stepped closer to the angel. Talking in a hush-hush manner as well, seeing as they didn\'t know the kid anymore then Cas did.



"About your plan; \'Kill Lucifer\'…"



"Sure-You want to help?" Dean said hopefully.



"No. It\'s foolish and can\'t be done." Castiel answered with blunt force. Dean winced slightly.



"Wow, thanks for the support.." Dean quipped as Sam shot Dean the \'Bitchface\'.



"But I believe I have the solution… There is someone besides Michael that is strong enough to take on Lucifer. Strong enough to stop The apocalypse."



"Who\'s that?" Sam asked, wondering who in the world could be that powerful.



"The one that resurrected me, and put you on that plane. The one who began everything… God."



Sam and Dean both froze as they heard the word, and saw the determined gleam in Cas\'s eyes. Cas gave a quick look to the newcomer talking to Bobby to make sure he wasn\'t easedropping. He then turned back to the brothers.



"I\'m going to find God.."





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"So you saying you can heal me? How?"



"Magic." Harry answered quickly. It was now Bobby that had an apprehensive look on his face.



"What kind of magic?…" Bobby said, giving him a look that said \'You best not lie to me\'. Harry blinked in confusion, as he wondered what Bobby meant. What kind of magic? Well, Harry\'s kind of magic, what other kind of magic was Bobby thinking- OHHH!



Harry\'s face suddenly turned to one of shock and disgust.



"OH, No! Nothing like that!… Not that kind of magic, I assure you! Not the demon deal-ish kind, not the soul-selling kind, and definitely not the blood-sacrificing or life-sacrificing kind. I\'d NEVER do that kind of magic… To tell you the truth, they kinda give me the willys and make me sick…" Literally. Ron could confirm the numbers of times Harry\'s stomach had emptied itself because of it. He had been there every time Harry had a vision from Voldermort.



"Then, how does it work?.." Bobby questioned. Seeming a little more willing, but not ready to relent just yet. Harry figured that after so many years of hunting, Bobby had a whole list of reasons to be weary of him. He would practice patience and explain it the best that he could.





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Dean closed the room door firmly behind him, not wanting ANYONE to hear the ridiculous conversation he was about to have.



"God?.." Dean asked, hoping Cas wasn\'t being serious.



"Yes." The angel answered, no wavering in his voice or stature.



"God?"



"Yes.. He isn\'t in heaven, he has to be somewhere."



"Try New Mexico; I hear he\'s on a tortilla." Dean said sarcastically. Sam gave his brother another look. Only Dean would say something so blasphemous to an actual angel. Castiel just gave his charge a genuinely confused look…



"No, he is not on any flatbread..."



The brothers where once again amazed at the angel\'s ignorance of reality.





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"It\'s kinda like transfiguration.. Or at least that\'s the best to explain it. I focus my magic on something physical and solid, and will it to change. If I use the right amount of magic and keep concentration, I can fix, change, and repair just about everything. It can get complicated, especially when turning one thing into another. Only this time, I won\'t have to change anything at all. Just repair it."



"You mean, it\'ll just put me back together?.. Just like that?" Bobby said, with a little disbelief.



"Pretty much, yes.. everything is still there, we just have get it back in working order."



"And your serious about no blood offering or soul-selling? It ain\'t going to end up costing me later on?…"



Harry sighed again. That was about the third time Bobby asked that same question. Ok, his father was a demon, but honestly!



"Completely serious. No dark magic involved at all." Bobby seemed to give Harry another one of his contemplative looks. Harry now groaned and rubbed the sides of his face as he tried to think his next few words over.



"Look… I want to help out, okay? Really, I do… But I can\'t interfere directly. Technically, even my being here and talking to you is against every rule in the book… And I\'m not allowed to join in on the fight by my own choice yet, ether.. I\'m not of ag- Old enough yet, and Honestly? I really don\'t think my father would let me… I also can\'t put myself middle of that\'s going on here, because I\'m already neck-deep and dead-center of a war that\'s going on in England.. and for other reasons that are my own…" Harry added, thinking of his father. If these hunters knew what his dad was, Harry wasn\'t sure he would be making it out of this room alive.



"And I DEFINITLY don\'t want to get myself into any more trouble then I already got… Which happens a lot more then you might think." Harry said with a amused smile. Bobby actually smirked back. It seemed he understood that just fine.



"Even still… I\'m risking coming here, and taking a chance I shouldn\'t just to talk to you… I\'ll lend a hand if you\'re willing to accept it.. I WANT to help you guys out. But for now, this is how. This is only way that I can."



"So i\'m asking you.. Please. Just let me help.."





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"So, what do you need from us?.."



"An amulet.. very powerful. It burns hot in god\'s presence." Cas said, as he once again giving the boy a look.



"We don\'t have anything like that..." Sam said with a hint of attitude. Sam was getting abit uneasy with the looks Cas was giving the kid. He didn\'t know why, but he didn\'t like it. It made Sam\'s hair stand on edge… Or maybe that was just a side effect of being around the boy. Sam didn\'t know. But if Cas didn\'t stop it soon, he wouldn\'t be able to stop himself from saying something.



Ok, now he was DEFINITLY going to have talk to Dean about this...



"Yes, you do." Cas said, as he locked eyes with Dean. Then looked down to the amulet around Dean\'s neck. Dean fallowed his gaze, and his eyes widened when he saw what Cas meant.



"What? This?"



"May I barrow it?" Cas asked politely. "No." Dean said abruptly, his deep voice making the word seem even more final.



"Dean; give it to me…" Cas said, his gravely voice ordering Dean to comply.



Dean was torn in two… On one hand, it was Cas that asked and he seemed pretty sure the amulet would do the trick. On the other hand, it was a goose chase and Dean had owned his necklace since he was a kid. From the Christmas that Sammy gave it to him to now, only excluding his time in hell, Dean had never been without it.



An uncomfortable and pained expression washed over Dean\'s face at the thought of not having it anymore. It was apart of him, apart of who he was. One of his most cherished possessions. He wouldn\'t just hand it over… Just like he wouldn\'t hand over the Impala or his favorite leather jacket. He just couldn\'t let it go….



But then Dean then looked at the blue eye puppy-stare that Cas was giving him. Calm, expectant. Just waiting for Dean to help, and looking like he was just going to stand there loyally, possibly forever, until Dean did.. That was what made Dean cave.



"Alright, I guess…"



Dean sighed as he pulled his necklace off. Moving it carefully over his neck. Then holding necklace out for Cas to take.



"Just… Don\'t lose it." Dean said. Cas took it respectfully from Dean\'s hand and nodded.



"Thank you.."



"Great." Dean commented as he shrugged uncomfortably. "Now I feel naked…"





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"Alright, Kid.. work your Mojo." Bobby said, after a few more moments of conversation. Harry nodded lightly, glad the older man was finally going to let him help. Harry stood up from the bed, and placed his hand on Bobby\'s shoulder. Sam agnd Dean now switched their attention to them as he did so. It seemed that Harry would have an audience after all…



Harry promised Bobby that there wouldn\'t be any demonic magic involved, so he\'d be sure to keep that promise. Pulling magic right out of his magical core, he focused it and fused in towards Bobby\'s wound. It immediately weaved itself into the area, and readied itself to be used. Harry was glad for the practice and lessons his father had given him.. He wouldn\'t of been able to do this without it.



"What the heck?" Bobby said, the magic entering his body felt warm and odd.. Like warm water being poured in through your skin. Not bad or evil feeling, but definitely odd.



Harry then pushed his magic into action to his will with one thought; \'Heal..\' he immediately felt his magic stitching and patching the damage that had been done. Before long it hummed back at him, signaling it\'s completion. Harry pulled the remaining unused magic back to him. He was done. Harry then stepped away as Sam and Dean (who watched the whole thing with rampade attention) stepped forward.



"All done. You should be just fine now." Harry confirmed as Trench-coat guy locked his eyes on Harry again. Really, what was that guys problem?… It was really creeping Harry out.



Bobby looked at his feet. He then picked them up by his own power. He starting moving them slowly and carefully, as if experimenting with them. Sam\'s face immediately burst into a smile, as Dean\'s breath caught. Bobby then put both of his feet on the ground. And slowly pushed himself up and out of his wheelchair. Standing firmly on his own feet. Looked up to the British boy in shock as Harry just smiled back at him with a happy gleam in his eyes.



"Feeling better?…" Harry said, with an amused quip in his voice.



"Holy crap, the kid did it…" Dean burst out as he blinked in amazement.



Bobby blinked and smiled warmly at the odd, English-accented teenager…



His heart both soared and sank at the same time. Bobby had gotten his legs back. He was back in the game, ready for action. The kid had just GIVEN them back to him. Dean was happy, he really was, but he couldn\'t help but feel like the other shoe was going to drop soon. Things like this always came back to bite them in the ass, or cost them in the long run… ALWAYS..



And seconds later Dean was proven right and the moment of joy was ruined as Castiel quickly drew his angel sword...



And before Dean or Sam could try stop him, he leapt and attacked the black-haired boy.