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Destinies	By : angelwarrior1 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5931 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Title: Destinies

Author: Angelwarrior1

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Harry Potter

Summary: Dean Winchester is running from destiny. Harry Potter has accepted his. This somehow results in the pair ending up in an unlikely reality. Sam is there too.

Chapter 2:

Noise woke him immediately, and he rose cautiously. Hearing the sound of voices, Harry crept to the bedroom door and opened it quietly. Recognizing the voice of Dean, Harry walked out into the living room as silently as possible and listened.

"-How the hell did you know that ghosts are scared of wrenches?" A voice Harry didn't know asked.

"Crazy, right? And nice job kicking that door too. That was very Jet Li. What are you, like a black belt or something?"

The guy had kicked a door in? Why the hell would he need to? And what was that about a ghost being scared of wrenches?

"No. I have no clue how I did that. It's like... we've done this before."

"What do you mean before? Like Shirley MacLaine before?"

"No. I-I just can't shake this feeling like I don't belong here. You know? Like I should do something more than sit in a cubicle."

"I think most people who work in a cubicle feel that same way." Dean sounded a tad amused, and Harry felt his own lips trying to smile just a bit.

"No. Well, look, it's more than that. Like, I don't like my job. I don't like this town. I don't even like my own last name. I don't know how else to explain it, except that... it feels..."

"Wrong." Harry's voice seemed to bubble up and away from his throat without his consent.

Two heads whipped around to stare at him in shock.

"Harry, baby, I thought you were sleeping." Dean came over and gave Harry a quick peck on his forehead.

"I'm a very light sleeper."

"Since when? I mean, I know you're not a heavy sleeper, but a light one?" Dean was giving that look Harry was coming to know as his disbelieving one.

"Since always. Who is that? And what were you saying about things being wrong?" Harry looked to the extremely tall man, who made Harry feel like an ant in comparison.

"I'm Sam, Sam Wesson, and you are?"

"This is my fiancé, Harry Evans." Harry's head whipped around so fast, he was surprised it didn't fly off.

"What?" He couldn't help but whisper in his shock.

"Harry, you alright? You don't look so good."

"What did you mean about things being wrong?" Harry shook his head to get his thoughts back in order.

If this guy knew something, then he needed to follow this lead like no one's business.

"Hey, maybe you should take a seat or something. You're looking a little pale."

"Just tell me what you meant."

"Why does it matter?"

"Because I don't know how the bloody hell I got here!!" Harry bellowed, his rage at the situation finally spilling out.

"What? Harry, what do you mean you don't know how you got here?" Dean whispered in shock.

"My name is Harry James Potter, and the last thing I remember is dying in battle on May 2, 1998."

"Dying?" Harry turned to look at Dean as he choked out that question like it'd physically hurt him.

"I died and went to this bright white place, it looked like the train station I used for traveling to my boarding school. I was given a choice, I could either return and finish the fight I'd just died in, or move on. I thought moving on meant being with my parents and godfather, but next thing I know I'm waking up in a strange bed with a man I've never seen before."

"So you're in the wrong place too. You actually remember this, or was it through dreams that you know this?" Sam asked excitedly.

Dean didn't say anything, he just looked, well devastated.

"No, I actually remember. No dreams. I was there and now I'm here. "

"So, we've got you just appearing here out who knows where, me having weird dreams about killing monsters and ghosts, and something weird going on at the building Dean and I work at. We should probably try to figure out what's killing people at our job first. So, what do we do now?" Sam claps his hands together and looks to Dean and Harry for a clue.

"We do what I do best, Sammy. Research." Harry jerked in surprise at that response, and looked over at Dean.

Apparently he'd pulled himself together after that little bombshell Harry'd dropped.

"Okay. Did you just call me Sammy?" Harry found himself wanting to laugh at the twisted up face Sam was making.

It looked like he'd bitten into something sour.

"Did I?"

"I think you did. Yeah. Don't." Harry grinned at the interaction between the two.

"Sorry." Dean didn't really appear to be sorry, though.

Dean sat at his laptop at one corner desk and Sam used another at a table in Dean's office. Harry just tried not to intrude too much. Dean hadn't even looked at him since Harry's confession. Harry knew he shouldn't, but he felt oddly hurt by the shunning. It wasn't like he'd asked to just drop in and take Harry Evans' place, or whatever it was that had actually happened. He supposed it was best this way. He would just give Dean his space for the time being.

"Oh, jackpot." Harry was pulled from his musings as Dean uttered those words.

"What you got?" Sam got up from his laptop and moved to watch Dean's over his shoulder.

Harry moved next to Sam and watched as well.

"I just found the best site ever. Real, actual ghost hunters. These guys are genius. Check it out."

"Instructional videos. Okay." Sam was peering at the screen with more than just skepticism on his face.

Harry found himself a bit underwhelmed with Dean's find as well, but waited.

Dean pulled up a video after checking around on the Ghostfacers website.

<We know why you're watching.> A couple of guys wearing white lab coats appeared on the screen and Harry felt his eyebrow pop up of its own accord.

<You've got a problem.>

<A ghost-related problem. A ghost- it's like a ghost-adjacent pr- it's like a problem that's->

Yeah. Harry could see how they were going to help.

<Whatever. You've come to the right place. The only decent place, really, because the Ghostfacers know how to solve it.>

<Period.>

<Watch and learn.>

<See, the first step in any supernatural fight:>

<Figure out what you're up against.> Harry rolled his eyes as the duo on screen stopped to talk at the same time.

Frankly the only people Harry knew who did that were the twins, and they were twins. What was the excuse for these bloody morons? Harry missed the look shared by the others, so he jumped a bit when Dean's voice suddenly cut through the air.

"That's him. That's the ghost." Dean was looking at a picture of the man on Sam's laptop.

"P.T. Sandover. Died 1916. Devoted his life to his work. No wife, no kids." Sam went over and read off his laptop.

He read through the article text next to the picture.

"Used to say he was the company. His very blood pumped through the building."

"Wow, okay. So slight workaholic. Maybe he's still here, you know, watching over the company, even killing for it."

"Plus, this isn't the first time people started killing themselves in the building. 1929."

"But lots of guys jumped off high rises that year."

"How many companies had seventeen suicides?"

"Phew. Okay, so P.T. Sandover, protector of the company. His ghost wakes up and becomes active during times of grave economic distress."

"Well, the worst time since the Great Depression-"

"Is now. Yeah, now sucks. My portfolio's in the sewer. I don't even wanna talk about it."

Harry felt like he was watching a tennis match with these two. They just kept picking up where the other left off. It was like they were in perfect sync with one another, and he suddenly felt like an outsider who really shouldn't be there. Was this how others felt when watching him with Ron and 'Mione?

"So Sandover's helping the bottom line-"

"By zapping some model employees."

"Yeah. I mean, Ian and Paul. It was like he turned them into different people."

"Perfect worker bees, exactly. So devoted to the company that they would commit hara-kiri if they failed it."

"What's hara-kiri?" Harry blurted out before his brain even registered his mouth forming the words.

The pair started, apparently Harry'd been quiet for far too long, as they'd actually forgotten about him being with them. It just made him feel shittier.

"Er, it's a ritual suicide practiced by the Japanese samurai. It involved them cutting open their own stomachs."

"Oh." Harry uttered more to himself than the other two.

Sam sent a sympathetic look Harry's way that he missed completely.

"Uh, one more interesting fact. The building wasn't always that high. Used to be fourteen floors. And the room where the ghost attacked, fourteen forty-four? Once upon a time, that was the old man's office."

The pair continued watching some more Ghostfacer videos, which Harry just listened to from a distance. He didn't really feel welcome in this little mission of theirs. Plus, he thought Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler were more than a bit ridiculous. How'd Sam and Dean even know these guys were for real? They could just be making crap up! Sure, Harry was no expert himself, having only met a few ghosts at Hogwarts, but were the rules in this world really so different that salt would hurt a ghost?!

<-A bad trip for ghosts. Next up, iron.>

"That's why the wrench worked."

<Pure power in your hand.>

<Dissipates ghost instantly.>

<Next little trick. We learned from those useless douchebags-> Somehow, Harry got the feeling it was the other way around.

<That we hate.>

<The Winchesters.>

<Gun.>

<Shotgun shell. Pack it up with fresh rock salt.

<Very effective.>

<Very effective.>

<Winchesters still suck ass though.>

<Affirmative. Suckage major.>

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Harry watched silently as Dean packed two iron pokers into a duffel bag that held a salt shaker and other unidentifiable items.

"Where do we even get a gun?" Dean wondered aloud as Sam came up behind him.

"Gun store?"

"Isn't there a waiting period?"

"I think so."

"How in the hell-"

"I don't know. Seems pretty impossible, honestly."

Okay, if this is how other people felt around him and the other members of the Golden Trio, no wonder the others in the school looked like they wanted to murder them sometimes. It sucked being left out.

"Right." Dean replied to Sam, still ignoring Harry.

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Somehow, they ended up watching more of the Ghostfacers, whom of which Harry still felt were a pair of morons.

<The aforementioned super-annoying Winchester douchenozzles also taught us this one other thing. You have to burn the remains.

<Okay, this next part gets a little gross. Sometimes... you might have to dig up the body. Sorry.> Dean blinked in, well Harry wasn't sure what that expression meant yet, as he'd only known the man since that morning.

<It's illegal in some states.>

<All states.> Harry Spangler muttered on the screen.

<Possibly all states.>

"Sandover was cremated." Sam stated in frustration, as he stared at his laptop.

"What? So what do we do now?" Dean came and leaned over Sam's shoulder to see the screen as well.

<Now, if the deceased has been cremated->

<Don't panic.>

<Don't panic.>

Harry just rolled his eyes at the two on the screen, but kept quiet.

<Just gotta look for some remains.>

<A hair in a locket, maybe. Fingernails. Baby teeth.>

<Milk teeth.>

<Genetic material. You know what we're talking about.>

<Go find it.>

<Fight well, young lions.>

<Godspeed.>

Thank Merlin.

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So apparently some people can't read and I've gotten A BUNCH of reviews asking why Dean and Sam aren't hunters, why Harry's suddenly in a world where Dean has fake memories of him, etc. I'll only write this out once more. Watch episode 4x17, "It's A Terrible Life". Seriously, if you still don't get that concept and send reviews asking stupid questions all I'll do is get a good laugh out of it. I'll also occasionally facepalm.

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