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So Much for Peace	By : littletreetopper Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 9419 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 4

Apparently the Winchester brothers didn't know anything about subtlety. The same length of time that Sam had been in the bathroom was exactly how long it took for Dean to respond to Henry's last text. With such an infamous family reputation you'd think they could play it cool in the face of possible discovery or at least attempt to throw him off their scent. Somewhat underwhelming. Or at least that's what Henry would be thinking if he could hear his brain over the pounding of his heart.

Out of all the truths he just uncovered the worst was by far that the one person he'd come to truly trust and love in this world was ingrained with the instinct to kill him unflinchingly. It was mind blowing to think of his gentle giant as a killer. Supposedly the Winchesters only killed creatures or witches that had already wracked up a body count but it was still a serious blow to the gut.

Haha so Samantha IS a total girl but surprisingly I'm not so into the threesomes either, we both know you're plenty for anyone to handle :P

Okay so maybe he can play it cool and try to throw Henry off with a compliment too, getting better, Winchester. And one would hope he's not interested in a threesome with his brother… even if Henry did get a little flushed at the idea, they were beautiful men after all. Jeez, what genes.

Henry glanced over towards Sam attempting to casually make his way back to the table. At least Henry had seen him get changed with Rose's help so he knew he wasn't carrying any weapons. Not that he would have gotten a chance to use them but Henry would rather not have to expose all of his secrets in one bloody dinner. This is why falling for people is never a good idea, shit just always has a way of hitting the fan. This time it decided to also set itself on fire and spin on maximum. God, he missed Gabriel, Henry didn't know what he could really do to fix this situation but just having him there would have been comforting. Or even knowing he could be there if he called would be freaking nice. Henry heaved out a sigh and prepared himself for the bloody inquisition that was surely about to begin in the few long strides it would take for Sam to make it back to their table. All he wanted was some saag paneer and some korma maybe even some garlic naan and chai. Fucking hunters ruin everything.

"I feel like you should be thanking me for helping you reconnect with your brother." Henry tried to set a playful mood maybe set this situation up as one big laugh but the instant hardening of Sam's features seemed to nip that plan right in the sodding bud.

"Christo" Sam said attempting to cover it up through a cough. Seriously? Maybe Sam was just out of practice being a hunter because of school?

"Oh honestly! That's what the big bad Winchester brothers came up with, that I'm a demon?" Sam gaped at his friend across the table who was giving him a very familiar glare. "I'm just as bloody human as you are, asshole. Look, can you really blame me for figuring out your brother was a hunter? He came into my shop buying demon and creature reference books looking all tough and strong with his sexy country voice and you really think I wouldn't figure it out? I could see the fucking imprint of his bloody pistol through the back of his jacket when he reached down to the lower shelves! I work in an occult shop Sam; you really think I don't know what's out there! Jesus, I know you're smarter than this!" Henry was yelling as loudly as his whisper would let him, they were still in his favorite Indian place and he'd very much like to be allowed back.

To Sam's credit he was looking fairly chastised but there was still a defiant edge to his shoulders. "So all those books you read all the time, were you researching? Are you telling me you're a hunter too? Did you know I was a hunter the whole time like you did with Dean?" Sam looked betrayed but it was completely unjustified, at least in regards to the claims he was currently making.

"No, I honestly just made the connection the same time you did, but really I feel like a complete idiot. I haven't felt this stupid since I was fifteen and believe me that was a really bad year for me. It was completely obvious now that I think back. Your obvious discomfort with my choice of reading material, your skill in sparring, the way you notice every exit and carry yourself like you're always on offense, not to mention your bloody last name. I'm honestly embarrassed I missed them all, I guess I just assumed some of your quirks were because you said your father was a marine and maybe he passed some stuff on or something." Henry sighed and shook his head while staring down his plate absently playing with his fork.

"You still didn't answer if you're a hunter. And how do you know about my family?" Sam eyed his friend unwilling to give in just yet. Henry's mind whirled around spinning the most believing story he could muster. It's not like he could tell Sam his bloody guardian angel warned him hunters would want to kill him and he couldn't even call upon Gabriel to prove it.

"No, I'm not a hunter. When my butler and I moved here he warned me that there were many sinister creatures that inhabited this country that were very unlike the breeds in Britain. My parents and I were among the 'aware' back home and as Donny served them even before I was born he knew all of their secrets. At first I was horrified and didn't believe him but I began researching and sure enough a lot of the things he described were written about or showed up in American lore. In the end it's what helped me choose my major. Hunting is really a culture all in itself. Eventually I made a few contacts in the extremely disjointed community, primarily an older hunter in South Dakota. With my access and expertise from the shop I started sending him the ingredients he needed for minor spells and protections. I even learned how to make protective hex bags for hunters and gave them all to him to hand out. Oh! Dean had one! In his jacket pocket so you must know Bobby! Give him a call or something he might be able to vouch for me maybe, or at least confirm I'm not a creature since he ran me through all the tests enough times."

Sam was beginning to visibly relax. As far as explanations go that was a rather reasonable one and made sense if he let it. It was also kind of exciting to think there was a whole 'nother hunting culture in Britain he could learn about. He nodded. "Yeah okay, one sec." Sam pulled out his phone and hit the send button twice.

"Sammy? That was quick what's going on?" Dean was wary but still hoping for the best.

"Honestly I still trust him, but you should give Bobby a call. He says he knows him." Dean's eyebrows skyrocketed up to his hairline.

"Seriously? Wait is he a hunter too?" That might be the best news he's ever heard, an awesome guy he didn't have to hide his life from.

"Nah, I think he's more like uh, a consultant or something. You know research and such, like Bobby does." Sam was watching Henry's face and the smaller man nodded approvingly at the title. Consultant was a pretty accurate term. He'd basically turned himself into a walking talking reference guide over the years.

"Alright I'll give Bobby a call, but hang tight 'till I call you back."

"Got it, Dean."

Henry raised an eyebrow expectantly but apparently Sam didn't have anything to say for himself.

"You're seriously not going to acknowledge that you've obviously been hiding way more than I have and probably shot to hell any chances I had with the most perfect man I've ever met? You literally just accused me of being a demon. You don't see how hypocritical you're being here?" Sam's shoulders significantly deflated but he didn't look completely convinced.

"I know. I'm sure as soon as Dean calls me back I'll feel like such an asshole but I just can't not make sure. I know it doesn't sound very pre-law of me but when it comes to hunting, you're guilty until proven innocent. Besides, why do you sound like you know too much about my family?" Harry just sighed knowing despite what he had just said he was still the one keeping many more secrets so he couldn't begrudge his friend his caution.

"I heard Bobby talking on the phone with your dad while I was in South Dakota to meet him last summer. He called him 'Winchester' on the phone and it was obvious from Bobby's side of the conversation your father was doing something reckless. When he got off the phone and grumbled around a bit I asked him if he was worried that hunter was going to get himself killed." Harry smiled fondly at the memory. "I remember he just snorted at me and shook his head and then he said, "Naw, John sure is one stupid son of a bitch but he and his boys are damn fine hunters." Sam looked down at the table as if embarrassed or ashamed by that notion which piqued Henry's curiosity but he continued for now. "Then he said: but trust me, you don't wanna come across him, if you ain't something that needs killing or maybe one of his boys then he won't got two words to say to ya. Hell, maybe not even then." Sam snorted and huffed his agreement. Clearly there were some issues there. "I also stopped at the Roadhouse that summer and made fast friends with Ash. He keeps me up to date with well-known hunts and things to feed my curiosity; your father's name comes up a lot. Unfortunately your brother was only mentioned a few times as 'his son' but it sure would have been nice to know his name now… not that it helped me figure you out any. I'm still baffled that you just flew over my head, you're just such a sweetie aren't you it's hard to imagine." Henry finished cheekily. Sam smirked.

"You know first hand I'm not as sweet as I look, bitch. But yeah, I obviously didn't want the life since we met at Stanford. Kinda had a falling out with my family over it but that's all in the past, especially now that Dean and I are talking again. So I guess… thanks for falling in love with him." Sam started laughing then and Henry scowled before joining in. "Oh my god it's just so funny. Growing up Dean was all about the ladies I can't believe I never knew he at least went both ways." Henry pursed his lips unsure if he should divulge private information between the brothers. Oh what the hell, this was a shit situation anyway.

"If it makes you feel any better I got the impression that I was the first man he took a tumble with in the sac." Sam raised an eyebrow. "I mean he obviously didn't say that, the prat is too proud, but I could definitely tell." He may have also had some magical assistance figuring that out as he had stealthily run a diagnostic spell of a sexual variety. You can get diseases from a blowjob too you know, better safe than very very sorry. However the spell also spits out nifty information including number of sexual partners and Henry might have been a little shocked at the results. Both in how many female partners Dean had and the non-existent amount of male ones, at least in the intercourse category. Henry is well aware how much of an invasion of privacy that prize little spell is but it's come to be one of his favorites and he really can't resist, not to mention it truly is practical.

"Oh god I think that actually makes me feel worse. Way worse I did not need to know you popped my brother's man cherry. Oh god." Sam face scrunched itself up as if extraordinarily pained. "Dude, seriously though… I mean I love him, he's my brother, but he's also a total asshole." Harry laughed and nodded.

"And I'm not? I'm pretty sure you've called me a 'pretentious douchebag' more times than I can remember." Sam snorted into his glass of water.

"You're right. I don't think anyone but you two could stand being together with ya know, you two." Henry smiled brightly, that was probably as much of a blessing as he was gonna get.

Sam's phone rang and it seemed to bring the serious mood back with it. The usual banter they had managed to drum up despite the tense situation died as Sam stared at his phone before looking back at Henry and flipping it open.

"Dean."

"Hiya Sammy, you haven't killed him yet have you?" Dean asked playfully but there was obviously a little worry for Henry's safety underneath. Sam smiled.

"Of course not, what did Bobby have to say?" Dean started laughing as he recalled his conversation.

"Dude, Bobby practically swears by him. Apparently Henry has saved the asses of dozens a hunters by making protective hex bags or some shit, even I freaking wear one! Bobby says he's only met him once but he stayed for a couple days, I gotta tell you I've rarely heard Bobby sound so impressed with someone. He said that Henry's parents were hunters in Britain or something and the guy is practically a creature encyclopedia. When fucking Bobby doesn't know what he's looking for he calls Henry, can you believe that?" Sam wasn't sure he's heard Dean this excited in at least ten years or so. "Unbelievable man, I guess it makes sense though. I freaking met him in an occult shop, 'summer project' he said, that lil fucker." Dean was chuckling and Sam couldn't help but grin at the enthusiasm and sigh in relief.

"Well congratulations, Dean. Looks like your gay pride weekend didn't end up getting shot to hell after all." Sam grinned silently waiting for the explosion but across the table Henry scoffed.

"Gay Pride weekend was in June, Samantha, I tried to get you to come but you were too busy geeking out." Much to Sam's disappointment whatever anger Dean would have shown was drowned out by his laugher at Henry's retort that he obviously overheard.

"Dude, even you're best friend thinks you're a super nerd! I guess some things never change, huh Sammy?" Sam smiled.

"Guess not, you're still a loud jerk too. So uhh, basically end of story is we're not killing Henry right?" Sam smiled at Henry across the table who looked horror stricken.

"Touch him and I'll kill you, Sammy." Both Sam and Henry smiled at that but Henry might have also blushed just a smidge.

"Noted. I'll let you guys get back to sexting and Henry and me can finish our goddamn dinner. He's taking me to his club tonight, I hear you're practically a regular now."

"Dude. You cannot go there, it's so freaking gay." Sam laughed and Henry smiled proudly.

"I have lived with Henry for basically two years, I think I can handle the gays, Dean." Dean chuckled knowingly and Henry smirked.

"Whatever you say, Sam. Just know you're gonna have to dance with dudes, there's like no way of getting out of that. Actually, I take it back; there are probably some lonely girl best friends you can hit up. Oh and tell Kevin I say hi."

"Yeah alright. Well, don't be a stranger, Dean. Call or visit or something, Henry misses you." Dean laughed as he heard something slap against Sam and his brothers undignified squawk.

"Sam! What the hell!" Henry whisper shouted again.

"Dude! I can't believe you just threw a wet napkin at me! You're the one who freaking bought me these clothes!" Dean was laughing so hard he had started slapping his steering wheel.

"Oh no, Sammy! You let the brit play dress up with you?"

"He played the broken heart card on me what was I supposed to do!" Sam suddenly froze and looked over at Henry pleadingly but it was no use.

"SAM! What the bloody hell is wrong with you!" Henry actually shouted this time and a few people turned their heads disapprovingly. Dean would have been laughing still if he wasn't trying to calm his racing heart. It may have just been a few days but now knowing that Henry was part of 'the life' and that maybe, just maybe they could actually be something together made him wish he was there with them more than he'd ever wished for anything. Except for maybe his mom back…

"Dean, I gotta go." Dean heard the line go dead and just stared at his phone for a minute. As soon as he wrapped up this hunt he was heading back to California.

"Dude I'm sorry! It's not gonna be a big deal though, shit with Dean just goes in one ear and out the other!" Henry just shook his head completely red faced.

"Let's just get out of here before they kick us out." Sam unfolded himself from his chair looking like someone just kicked his puppy but still managed to glare at the wet splotch in the middle of his chest. Sam watched as Henry walked over to the manager and handed him several bills while chatting and slapped his shoulder smugly as he walked away leaving the man very pleased behind him.

"Was that really necessary?" Sam asked as they hit the sidewalk.

"Maybe not but I really like this place and I'd like for the excellent service to continue if you don't mind." Sam huffed.

"Not that. I mean making us bail. Especially since you made it up to them anyway."

"If you're still hungry, sasquatch we can stop and get something else. Actually, it's easier to get you drunk when you're not at full capacity so no, no more food for you." Henry grinned and bounced ahead of Sam a step.

"So you're not mad at me anymore?" Henry's eyes narrowed.

"Are you kidding I'm furious, but there's nothing I can do about it. Either Dean gets freaked out or he doesn't. For now I just want to get fucked up with my best friend and forget all the bullshit that's gone down tonight. Deal?" Sam's smile lit up his whole face.

"Hells yeah! What time is it? Is it too early to hit up your place?" Henry shrugged.

"Doesn't matter, sometimes I like to watch it fill up and I need a bloody drink rightnow." Sam laughed and let his friend lead the way for a few blocks.

It was only ten but there was still a line beginning to form outside and a few guys shouted out 'Hey Henry!' or 'Black let me in!' all of which Henry smiled and nodded to. If he knew those guys he sure as hell didn't remember them and if he hadn't added them to the list when he met them then it was probably for a reason so he and Sam just kept moving. They reached the front and Cole nodded to his boss as they walked through, Sam looking nervous but excited.

It wasn't too full inside which left Sam slightly confused as they made their way over to the bar.

"Why don't you let all those people in if there's plenty of room." Henry smiled up at his friend then smirked.

"You gotta make 'em work for it Sammy. The place loses its hype if everyone gets in, if there isn't a line what's gonna make people looking for a place to go stop and notice this place. Learned that one from Brian Kinney."

"Who?" Henry snorted.

"Don't worry about it. Come along then." They leaned against the bar and one of the few men in tight shirts or tank tops walked over to them.

"Hey boss, shit where do you find these guys. This one's even bigger than the last one." Sam burst out laughing.

"I'll be sure to tell Dean you said that, he says hi by the way." Henry said and Kevin smiled.

"Where is my new best friend anyway?" Kevin wished he hadn't asked as a flash of something very unfamiliar crossed his boss' face. He moved passed it as quickly as possible. "Well who are you, honey?" He looked up at Sam. Sam was just recovering from his laughter so Henry jumped in.

"This is my best friend from school, Sammy. This giant hetero over here is spending the week with me for the end for the summer." Kevin frowned; Sam was too pretty to be straight.

"Well that is a damned shame, but you're sure as hell gonna get one hell of a ride with this crazy ass over here. But you probably know that. We should talk later, I want some stories, this bitch doesn't tell me anything that goes on over there." Sam laughed and nodded.

"Sure thing, I've got plenty to share." Henry smacked his arm and glared at Kevin.

"Oi! You leave him alone, I still sign your checks you prat!" Kevin snorted and raised an incredulous eyebrow.

"Puh-leaze. That is the biggest empty threat. You know half the people here come to see my fine ass, hear my beautiful voice, and make sure that I fuck 'em up real good. So just don't even. Speaking of, what can I get you boys?" Sam was clutching his stomach and Henry was having a hard time trying to look pissed and you could tell he just wanted to be laughing too.

"Can you bring out the Firewhiskey? It's been one of those nights." Kevin nodded understandingly thinking of Dean; even he missed him the last night.

"What's Firewhiskey?" Sam asked as Kevin deposited two shot glasses and filled them up before lighting them on fire. "Holy shit."

"I'd never heard of it either before I started working here. Apparently it's another British thing. Boss' family brews it across the pond." Sam turned and gaped at his friend. Just another layer to add to the mystery of the man. Henry shrugged.

No one in the wizarding world knew who had purchased the Malfoy's various companies and stocks but Henry was unwilling to let Draco's property be bartered and fought over with no heir to claim them or even worse, absorbed by the damn ministry. So he quickly snatched them all up and turned most of them into clean operations with the aid of the goblin financiers and managers he placed at each one. Just another reason the goblins loved him. He didn't really know what was going on with each one of his companies except for the quarterly report he got every three months and even then he only glanced at it unless the goblins warned him something was going on. They knew what they were doing far better than him, he was only interested in preserving Draco's memory and one of the things he loved most about the snobbish brat was just that. That he was a snobbish brat, it suited him perfectly and Henry tried to exude as much of Draco's personality as he could in all managerial situations. Hell it's worked out well so far. Draco would be pleased to know that Henry now possessed all of his prized holdings.

Henry obviously wasn't trying to exponentially increase his wealth so much to the goblin's dismay he has set up many trusts and scholarships for muggle born or lower class wizards and witches heading to Hogwarts. Henry is continually appalled that Hogwarts requires tuition. If it is required for all children to graduate from a school of magic to legally be able to use their natural born gifts then shouldn't that education bloody well be free? And then the ministry increased the rates to cover the damages to the school after the War! The headmistress resents the practice as well but there isn't much she can do about it if she wants to keep the school running.

As for the Firewhiskey brewery, that was just a lucky purchase, no wonder Draco always had a bottle stashed under his bed in his dormitory.

Sam noticed the wistful look on his friend face after downing his shot and getting passed his spluttering. He didn't think it was about Dean though, he'd only seen that look a couple of times when Henry was completely smashed and mentioned a man named Draco. After reveling in how cool it would be to be named Draco Sam would drape an arm around his friend shoulders and sit in silence with him for a while. It was obvious that Henry really loved Draco but something bad had happened between them or maybe even Draco had passed but Sam never asked. They both appreciated their privacy and now Sam knew why. Sam looked back at the bartender who had just helped out another group at the bar.

"I think we'll take another." Kevin pulled the bottle back out and served them their glasses. Henry grabbed his and swallowed as easily as if it were water looking slightly amused at Sam spluttering again.

"Another!" Henry shouted and Sam shook his head pleadingly. "Oh shut up, Sam! You just told your brother he broke my heart, you're drinking!" Kevin looked back and forth between them.

"Do I even wanna know?" He asked while pouring a refill. Sam just grinned like it was the most hilarious situation while Henry scowled.

"Henry here just found out tonight the Dean is my older brother who I haven't spoken to in two years." Kevin's jaw dropped but then he looked like he wanted to slap Sam for being so cavalier about this. It was obvious his boss was hurting and Kevin took it upon himself to look out for the younger guy, he knew the boss could handle himself but that didn't mean he should have to. If there were any assholes in this club who thought they could take advantage Kevin was on them like white on rice before they even knew what hit 'em, usually with the aid of the very loyal security. Henry just had that kind of effect on people.

"Don't tell me Dean ran off when he found out you were best friends with his brother. Cause I will hunt that bastard down myself." Kevin whipped the towel from his shoulder down on the counter. Henry smiled at his friend but shook his head.

"No he was already out of town for work before Sammy here figured it out. I was telling him about Dean and Sam could tell it was his brother so he called him and they had it out. It's like out of a bloody TV show or something honestly." Henry shook his head and gestured for another drink. Kevin quickly obliged now knowing the circumstances even though he suspected there was also something else going on.

"Well shit, drink up, honey."

Henry woke up the following morning with no clue as to how he'd gotten into his bed and he found himself praying that he was in it alone. He blindly spread out like a starfish and exhaled in relief at the emptiness.

"Dobby!" Henry grumbled and then winced at the decibel of his own voice.

"Would Mr. Henry be needing his hangover potion, sir? Dobby has it here, sir, and your glasses. Dobby finds them in the foods preserver, sir." Dobby whispered, he knew well enough by now the state Henry would be in most mornings.

"Thank you, Dobby" Henry whispered back as he downed the vial and then smiled fondly at the house elf. He still never remembered or maybe refused to use the term 'fridge.' Henry didn't even bother worrying about how his glasses got there; he learned long ago to never try.

"Dobby has added the potion to some tea by Mr. Sam's bed, sir, and Dobby is starting breakfast as soon as Dobby finishes cleaning last night's mess, sir." Dobby looked at Henry like he wanted to scold him but it would physically hurt him to do so. Henry had tried to convince Dobby to be completely upfront with him and to not take any of Henry's shit but it's still hard for a house elf to over come their nature. Dobby has slowly but surely been coming out of his shell. Just mentioning that Henry had made a mess was a huge improvement. Still, Henry grimaced.

"Thank you for leaving Sam some tea, that was very thoughtful of you, but be honest, how much damage did we do last night?" Dobby wrung his hands nervously.

"Dobby thinks that Mr. Henry and Mr. Sam didn't mean to but much of the pantry is on the floor, sir, and a few of the dishes are broken but Dobby can fix them no problem, don't worry Mr. Henry. But Mr. Henry and Mr. Sam ate all the bacon!" Dobby looked horrified and Henry felt thoroughly chastised. If there was one thing Dobby had come to love living with Henry and sharing meals with him more often than not, it was bacon. Little guy loved his bacon. Dobby suddenly looked even more nervous and Henry became worried.

"Dobby is there something else?" Dobby looked down at the ground and shuffled his feet.

"Dobby could feel Mr. Henry's magic in the kitchen, sir. Not too much, sir, but you must have used it last night, sir. Mr. Sam might not remember though, sir, as you both came home completely, um… sloshed, sir." Despite wanting to laugh at Dobby's choice of words, he must have learned that from Gabriel, panic began to set in. There certainly was a good chance that Sam wouldn't remember because Henry sure as hell didn't remember anything after requesting Firewhiskey for the night. Usually if Henry blacks out then it's a safe bet Sam did cause that giant boy couldn't hold his liquor to save his life, and the poor man had never even tried Firewhiskey before.

"Thank you for telling me Dobby, and I'm so sorry about all the mess. Please forgive us, I promise we won't be getting that… sloshed again while we're here." Just then the floorboards creaked in the hallway and Dobby vanished as a knock came on Henry's door. "Come in!"

"Dude. What the hell happened last night?" Sam asked as he flopped down on his back at the foot of Henry's bed.

"Don't ask me, the last thing I remember is walking up to the bar." Sam chuckled.

"Dude, the last thing I remember is you grinding shirtless with one of your go-go boys up on some platform." Henry groaned and hid his face in one of the many fluffy pillows.

"Bloody hell." He grumbled and Sam's laughter vibrated through the bed.

"Also, did you leave that tea by my bed? It's freaking magical. I woke up with a marching band parading through my head and then it just disappeared." Sam marveled.

"Yeah I know it's an old family recipe. I honestly don't think I would have survived this long without it, and no umm, Donny left that for you. My butler is a real sweetie." Sam shook his head but wasn't even surprised; of course Henry had a butler. Did he mention that yesterday?

"How come I didn't meet him when I got here?" Sam asked.

"He's lovely but likes to keep to himself. He avoids coming into contact with all guests for some reason, likes to be invisible. He's old world servant stock if you know what I mean. In Britain there are plenty of families that are born into serving in manor homes and things like that. He's looked after me since I was twelve. Takes his job very seriously." That lie seemed to work on Dean and with Sammy it turned out to be no different, as he didn't ask for further explanation. "However he did come in and scold me this morning when he brought me my tea. Apparently we turned the kitchen into a disaster zone when we stumbled in at god knows when." Sam groaned.

"No wonder I woke up with the biggest food baby ever, ugh. Do we need to clean it up right now?" Henry snorted.

"Believe me, I've tried to get him to let me help for years. Bastard won't have it. He gets extremely offended, as if I don't think he's capable of managing it for himself." Sam sighed almost relieved.

"Alright I guess I'm gonna go shower then, I can't wait to try that thing out." Sam slowly climbed out of the bed groaning as he had sunken in a good foot or so. As the door shut Henry's phone began to vibrate somewhere in the tangle of blankets. After a desperate search Henry managed to answer the call before just before he missed it.

"'Ello?"

"Mornin'. You coherent?" Henry wanted to squirm and jump around but settled for a few happy twists and turns under his blanket with a humongous grin before calming enough to respond.

"Uhm, yeah… yeah. Good morning." Dean's chuckle had Henry sinking down into his pillows with a sigh and a smile.

"Oh sorry I forgot it's a couple hours earlier over there. I didn't wake you up did I?" Henry laughed at the sheepish tone.

"No, Donny got that honor. Even though it was only because he needed to scold me for destroying the kitchen when Sam and I got home last night, which neither of us can remember." Dean laughed and Henry's heart fluttered.

"That great of a night, huh? Man what I would give for some of Donny's grub right now. So uhm does that mean you don't remember talking to me last night?" Henry bolted upright in bed.

"Oh my god. Did I drunk call you? I am utterly mortified, what did I say? Do I even want to know? Actually you know what don't tell me, can we pretend that it never happened? Oh my god, what did I say?" Dean just laughed at Henry's panicked rambling.

"Dude, relax. You didn't say anything too embarrassing, in fact all you did was clear up a few lingering questions I had."

"Could you have made that sound any more ominous, Dean?" Dean chuckled.

"Okay fine, first you told me what you would do to me if I was there with you... then we just talked a bit about how we could be a pretty good fit and how it's nice that we're both part of the you know, 'aware' or whatever. Then I asked you why you didn't just tell me. If you knew I was a hunter why didn't you tell me you knew."

"Uhmm… what did I say?" Henry was desperately trying not to have a heart attack, but Dean wouldn't have called this morning if he had scared him away, right?

"Well you made some sense despite your blood alcohol level." Dean chuckled again. "You said hunters are notoriously paranoid and you didn't want to scare me away or spend half our time together explaining yourself when you just wanted to spend time with me. Did you mean that?" Henry let out the breath he was holding and smiled at the hope in Dean's voice.

"I don't think sober me could have said it so well, or had the guts to say that at least." Henry was extremely proud of himself. That was an impressive way of not lying and not telling the bigger truth either and he didn't know he was so capable while being completely inebriated.

"Ya know if you had told me though, I probably would have stayed a little longer. I mean if you had wanted me to…" Henry resisted the urge to squeal like a third year Hufflepuff.

"Oh well, yeah. I would have liked that a lot. Honestly though another reason I didn't tell you was because I knew Sammy was coming the next day and I didn't think he'd appreciate me having a live in shag while he was staying with me. And now he probably would be even more horrified." Dean laughed heartily. "Admitting that I knew the truth about you would have made things complicated very quickly and I just wasn't ready for that. I had promised myself that if I ever heard from you again I would tell you."

"I feel like knowing would have uncomplicated things, I mean at first shit would have gotten tense but after we cleared things up it could have been awesome." Dean sounded so sure and Henry was mentally scolding himself. How did he let this happen? He was still a bloody wizard and Sam and Dean were still hunters. Despite his legitimate cover as a 'consultant' he still needed to be very careful and letting himself get involved with Dean was the opposite of cautious. Never since Gabriel had left did he wish for his advice more. Still, he knew there was no logic his brain could conjure that would keep him away from the sexy hunter. He simply would have to watch his back. If anything majorly unfortunate should happen, there was a reason 'obliviate' existed in the first place.

"You might be right, but you can understand why I was nervous, ya?"

"Yeah, I get it. I really do." And he did, he sure as hell wasn't one to actively seek legitimate relationships either. "I can't believe fucking Sammy is the reason we're talking right now." Henry snorted.

"And that bitch won't let me forget it, I'm sure. This whole situation is just too unreal but I suppose we're all used to our lives being rather abnormal."

"Got that right."

"So does this mean I'm going to see you again then?" Dean chuckled and Henry blushed.

"You bet your perfect little ass it does."

"So romantic, Dean." They both laughed.

"Yeah, well I try." Henry snorted.

"So… what are you hunting right now? You're in Montana right? Last I heard that state has a few inbred rougarou but no one's been able to track the family tree well enough to end the line. Oh! Or are you going after whatever the thing is that haunts the mountains of Glacier National Park cause you really don't seem like the backpacking type."

"Dude. How do you know all this stuff? And what the hell is a rougarou?"

"Dean, Dean, Dean. You really should have asked me for some book recommendations while you were in town. Apparently your Winchester reputation is a bit inflated, eh?"

"Hey, fuck you, man. I've only been solo since Sam left us and our Dad never shares more than he needs to, so… yeah. What's a rougarou?"

"Just a creature that eats human flesh for funsies. No really, it's actually dreadful. Poor things get to live a normal life 'till their thirties completely unaware of what they will become. It's a genetic condition and there's nothing they can do about it. Ugh, poor bastards."

"Jesus, and you said there's a bunch of 'em up here?"

"Well yeah, it's genetic so if they have kids before they're thirty that kid gets the gene. I'm sure a few have made it out of state but there a definitely plenty still over there."

"Shit, sounds like a big job. Obviously not the one I'm doing though, neither is the mountain troll or whatever." Henry chuckled, as if Dean could kill a mountain troll even if that is what it was, which Henry knew it wasn't. "It's only a vengeful spirit, maybe a poltergeist."

"Ahh, a boring 'ol salt 'n burn. What fun." Dean made an undignified strangled sound.

"Dude! It's not boring! I'm torching ghosts!" Henry laughed at Dean's defensive shriek.

"I'm only teasing, I'm sure it's absolutely thrilling." Dean huffed.

"Besides, you don't hunt anyway, right?" Henry paused unsure where to take his lie.

"Erm, I did a little back in Britain but we have different kinds of creatures over there than you do here in the States. Besides, I sort of moved over here to retire from the life. At least the killing part, not really my cup of tea anymore."

"No wonder you and Sam are best friends, freaking made for each other honestly." Henry laughed.

"Believe me I've barked up that tree, it didn't work out so well. Certainly not as well as it did with you that's for sure."

"What the hell do you mean not as well?" Dean demanded and Henry loved the obvious jealously. There was something extremely hot about a possessive lover.

"I've never gotten into your little brother's trousers if that's what you're worried about." Dean made a noise that sounded like 'hurumph' in response. "Besides, I definitely got the hotter Winchester in the end."

"Hey!" Henry looked up to find a soggy haired Sam leaning against the doorframe with his arms wide and a scowl on his face.

"Hey yourself! How long have you been eavesdropping you bastard!" Dean was busting up on the other end of the line.

"I got here while you were insinuating Dean isn't as bad ass as he's made out to be. It's been really hard to keep quiet, believe me. I can't believe you said he's hotter than me!"

"Obviously I'm going to say that, he's the one I'm shagging you idiot!"

"Hey! Does that mean you were just saying that? I know I haven't seen him in a while but I know I have to be better looking than nerd boy!" Henry started busting up, himself. These Winchesters were going to be the death of him, and maybe even quite literally Henry thought darkly.

"I'm not going to answer because either way I can't win with both of you badgering me. I haven't even made it out of bed this morning. I still need to shower and brush my teeth, I feel rather disgusting."

"Yeah I bet you do. Kevin sent me a rather interesting picture message last night."

"That bastard! What did he send you? And when the hell did Kevin get your number? Hmm?" Dean stuttered guiltily for a moment. Sam was sitting on the bed now shaking the whole damn thing with his laughter.

"Dude! He stole my phone and texted himself so he'd have my number I swear."

"Yeah, whatever. So what was in the bloody picture?"

"I'll send it to you, one sec." Ten seconds later Henry's phone vibrated and he opened the picture nervously.

"I am going to kill him! That's it that bitch is fired! I don't care how much bloody business he brings in there are plenty more where he came from!" Sam had crawled over to look at the picture taking up the whole screen on his phone and both he and Dean were laughing at his outburst while Henry was red with embarrassment.

In the picture Henry was laying across the bar without a shirt on while two different guys were trying to wrap their mouths around the entire rim of the shot glasses balancing precariously on his navel and right nipple. Sam was in the background along with many others cheering and clapping… also shirtless.

"Relax dude, it's just funny! And tell the bitch I'm proud of him for staying in shape." Dean laughed and Sam's face reddened finally realizing he too was in the picture. Henry chuckled finally getting some amusement at the expense of someone besides himself.

"Shut up, Jerk. Kevin said to tell you for the little brother I sure am huge and that you should be embarrassed." Sam leaned over and spoke into the phone. Henry fell back laughing again and Dean made yet another undignified sound.

"That asshole! I take it back, you should definitely fire him." Sam was laughing too now and Dean was smiling. It was all too good to be true. He and his brother were talking again on well enough terms and he had someone in his life he wanted to get to know better and might actually be able to have a 'relationship' with despite how horrifying that really sounded. "Alright well I'll let you guys get on with your day. I've got boring shit to do and all."

"Aw come on, babe, it's not boring! You're torching ghosts!" Dean snorted and no one seemed to pick up on the endearment except Sam who smiled fondly.

"Yeah whatever, bitch. Talk to you later." Henry smiled shyly and avoided eye contact with Sam.

"Yeah, bye."

"Bye." Henry blushed at the smirk Sam was throwing him but tried to brush it off.

"Oh shut up. You know you're ten times more of a girl than I am so shove off."

"Dude, no it's cute. It's freaking adorable. You and Dean, Dean and you." Henry pounced on his friend and got him trapped face down between his body and the bed.

"You take that back right now, Samuel. I am not cute or adorable or anything of the sort!"

"It's precious really, too bad you guys can't make babies they'd be so pretty!" Henry twisted Sam's arm further behind his back and pressed his knee even harsher between his shoulder blades.

"What was that, Sam?" Sam desperately tried to maneuver out from Henry's hold but the wily bastard was way too good at pinning him down.

"Alright, uncle, uncle!"

"No, take it back!"

"Alright alright! You and Dean are the manliest, butchest super homo couple ever!" Henry was almost even more insulted by that but decided to let it pass.

"I should punish you even more for that comment but I'd really rather just take a shower, so if you'd excuse me." With that he flew off the bed and in a few graceful bounds he was in the bathroom with the door shut before Sam even managed to sit up.

"Asshole!" Sam shouted at the closed door while rolling his shoulder soothingly. Freaking imp. The smell of coffee rising up the stairs and food in the kitchen had him leaving the room quickly and galloping down the wooden steps.

He reached the kitchen door and let it swing back and forth on it's hinges for a moment before making his way through to the coffee that was beckoning him forward. He stopped short. At the stove was a pint sized wrinkly creature with big floppy ears and a bald head wearing a nightshirt, slippers, and an apron, who appeared to be frying eggs and muttering something about bacon. Sam silently eyed the area for any possible weapons as the creature began to speak without turning around, but the knife block was too far and he couldn't find anything else.

"Mr. Henry, sir, does you know how, Mr. Sam would like his eggs, sir?" Sam's mouth fell open and the creature turned around looking for a response but released a horrified shriek with bright bugged out eyes and vanished into thin air.

Sam stared at the spatula that had clattered to the ground frozen in his spot before he leapt into the air when the thing popped back into existence to place the spatula in the sink, turn off the stove, and wipe up the mess on the floor before disappearing again.

"HENRY! Get down here now!" Henry froze while brushing his teeth and jumped back when an absolutely terrified Dobby suddenly stood before him trying not to sob. Oh bloody hell.
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