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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

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Harry Potter. I make no profit from writing this.

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 3:

Sam had bid him a polite farewell, then went outside to wait for Dean. Dean on the other hand, still wouldn't look at him, and frankly Harry was just fed up at that point.

"Dean. I'm sorry. I- This morning, when I woke up. I had no idea what was going on, it was all so confusing. I didn't say anything to you and I'm sorry, but I wasn't sure about what I could possibly say. It all sounded so insane. I never asked for this to happen. I- If you want me to leave after this whole mess with the ghost is straightened out, then I'll understand. Just please. Don't hate me for taking the other's Harry's place. I didn't mean to." Harry hated how desperate he began to sound towards the end of his speech.

Harry was looking down at this point, so he missed when Dean lifted his head and stared at him during his explanation. Harry fidgeted, twisting the bottom of his shirt, as he always did when he was nervous about something. He finally dared to look up through his unruly wisps of waves, and almost flinched back from the intense gaze Dean was shooting at him. It was a searching look, like Dean was trying to find something within Harry. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Dean spoke.

"It really is you, isn't it. I mean you act just like my Harry, and yet you're still different. You didn't seem surprised this morning or confused when I mentioned the Dursleys. Did you live with them in your own world too?" Dean just stared at Harry with what appeared to be desperation.

As if Harry's answer would mean the end of Dean's world. Just how much did Harry Evans mean to this man?

"Yes. I've lived with them since I was just a baby, after my parents died. I've noticed some... Well, I've noticed some scars on this Harry's body that match my own. I take it they're from the Dursley's as well?"

It was if that answer was some kind of confirmation to Dean, as he finally relaxed in Harry's presence for the first time since finding out about Harry not being Dean's fiance.

"Harry, loo-" The sound of knocking cut Dean off before he could say anything more.

"Sorry if I'm interrupting, but we'd better leave. We don't have a whole lot of time." Sam's muffled voice sounded through the closed door.

"We'll talk about this when I get back, okay. Just... don't leave." Dean sent him a pleading look, before opening the door and walking out.

All things considered, Harry supposed that was better than Dean's constant silence. Now he only felt slightly guilty for putting those tracking charms on the pair. Did they really think he was leaving a pair of novices to ghost hunting alone?

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Harry decided it best if he waited a little bit before following, but once he left the flat, he apparated straight into the building, not too far from the tracker he'd left on Sam. By the time he'd reached where Sam's tracker had been, the man had already moved on, and left Harry wishing he picked another point to follow Sam from. There was a man on the floor... missing the top half of his torso. He knew he hated elevators for a reason.

Harry moved on and continued following Sam's tracker. Eventually, he came upon the sound of voices and rounded the corner... with Dean's body flying right into the wall next to him. Harry was about to go to the downed man to help, but whipped his head around when he heard the slam of another body hitting the wall, which turned out to be Sam. The ghost of Sandover approached Sam, with a hand sparking in energy. Sam flung some salt out and hit the ghost, making him dissipate, shocking Harry. Who knew those morons from the videos were right, eh?

Harry's attention was brought back to Dean, who was getting up.

"Oh nice." Dean commented, just as Sandover appeared behind him.

Harry, going purely on instinct, summoned the iron poker by Sam and flung it with a wave of his hand straight through Sandover. Dean and Sam turned in shock to stare at him for a moment.

"Harry?! What the hell was that?!" Dean asked with wide eyes.

"No time! Finish it!" Harry shouted, causing Sam to get up and get the other poker.

Dean picked up the other one and moved to Sam just as Sandover appeared between the pair. They simultaneously hit him with the pokers, making him dissipate again. The ghost popped up once more behind Dean, who turned to get him, then behind Sam, who did the same. While this odd game was happening between the pair of men and the ghost, Harry was looking around for some clue of what he was supposed to be destroying.

Apparently the ghost grew tired of the game during Harry's mad search, as he suddenly threw the pair into opposite walls. Sandover approached Dean with his sparking hands and just as he was about to reach him, the ghost bursts into flames. Dean blinked after a few seconds of silence, then looked to Sam, who appeared a bit dazed against the opposite wall, then Harry. Sam looked to Harry too, and saw the burnt remains of the gloves at his feet.

"But how? The lighter is still over there. The salt was too for that matter." Sam asked in confusion.

"Summoned the salt. Created a flame. I'm uh, kind of a wizard." Harry shrugged and explained nervously to the pair.

"A wizard?! Like a wand waving, broom riding, cauldren boiling type?" Dean questioned with slight skepticism in his voice and that look on his face Harry had been seeing all morning.

"Yes, though I don't really need a wand to do magic anymore. My broom is, unfortunately, back in my world. As far as cauldren's go; well I was never any good at making potions." Harry's explanation caused Sam to grin, and Dean gave a small smirk.

"That whole thing was amazing." Sam exclaimed with enthusiam.

"Right? Right?" Harry felt his lips curl into a smile at how much Dean sounded like an eager child.

The trio made their way to Dean's office, where Dean pulled a first-aid kit out of his desk.

"Man, I gotta tell you, I've never had so much fun in my life." Harry nearly snorted at Dean's proclamation.

Yeah, nearly dying was always fun. Merlin, was this how Hermione felt around Ron and him? If so, no wonder the poor girl was always looking so stressed. Just made Harry miss the two of them more. He'd never get to see them again. He hoped they were alright.

"Me neither." Sam agreed.

"Was a hell of a workout too, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, and did you see what Harry did with the poker? How he flung it at Sandover with just a wave of his hand? And you said you're a wizard? Are there more like you in your world, Harry?" Sam turned to Harry, who jolted back into reality.

"Yes, an entire world really, we just exist away from non-magical humans, or Muggles, as we refer to them."

"You said you were in a war?" Harry was surprised, as it was Dean who'd asked this question, rather than Sam.

Harry sighed then, and launched into the explanation about his world, Voldemort, his parent's death, the prophecy and his role in the wizarding world, and finally the Final Battle. He wasn't able to tell every little detail, as there was just so much to the story, but it was a good enough explanation for the pair of men. Sam seemed eager to swallow any little tidbit of information Harry could give him about the wizarding world and magic. Harry found himself charmed by the young man who reminded him more and more of Hermione.

Eventually, Sam exhausted his line of questioning and the trio just sat in silence for a little while.

"We should keep doing this." Sam interrupted the silence of the room and caused Harry to jump a bit.

Dean bumped his shoulder into Harry's, who turned to look at Dean in surprise of the action. Dean just gave him a little quirk of his lips in answer. Harry smiled shyly in return, before turning back to Sam.

"I know. " Dean agreed, unthinkingly, while still giving more of his attention to Harry.

"I mean it. There's gotta be other ghosts out there. We could help a lot of people." Sam said seriously.

"Right, we'd be like the Ghostfacers." Dean teased.

Harry couldn't stop the giggle that exited his throat and promptly slapped a hand over his mouth. He glanced at Dean out of the corner of his eye and caught the man smiling softly at him for the first time since that morning, since finding out who Harry really was. Harry couldn't decide if he should be embarrassed for being such a spaz or being ridiculously happy that Dean was looking like that at him once more. He decided on a mix of both doing rather well.

"No, really. I mean, for real." Sam continued, getting a bit frustrated at not being taken seriously.

"What? Like, quit our jobs and hit the road?" Dean finally turned an incredulous face towards Sam.

"Exactly."

"How would we live?"

"Uh..."

"You gotta be kidding me. How would we get by? With stolen credit cards? Huh? Eating diner food drenched in saturated fats? Sharing a crap motel every night?" Harry snorted at that last bit about the food.

Personally he thought Dean would flip if anyone tried feeding him anything dripping in grease. Of course, he was basing his assumption purely on the contents of the man's refrigerator, but still, Harry just had a feeling about it. The man seemed a bit OCD, he'd found the medicine cabinet arranged in alphabetical order. Obsessing about his health didn't seem too far off in Harry's mind.

"And what about Harry, huh? Just because he isn't my Harry, doesn't mean I can just abandon him. Especially since he's in a completely different world than his own."

"That's all just details, and I wouldn't mind Harry coming with us. I mean, you saw how he handled himself with Sandover. He obviously knows how to take care of himself. His abilities could be useful." Sam opposed.

"Oh no, I'm not letting you bring Harry with us just so we could use him for his magic. As far as I'm concerned, Harry won't be facing anymore ghosts, or whatever the hell else you want us fighting."

"Dean. I am a big boy, you know." Harry rolled his eyes at Dean's words.

Honestly, he was a freaking solidier at this point, and Dean was worrying about his safety now? Didn't he listen to any of Harry's story?

"I know, Harry. Anyway, details are everything. You don't wanna go fighting ghosts without any health insurance."

"All right. Um. Confession." Sam looked a bit sheepish.

"What?" Dean looked a more than a bit annoyed at that point.

"Remember those dreams I told you about with the ghosts?"

"Yeah?" Dean agreed, while Harry was just confused at this point.

Sam had dreamt about ghosts?

"I was fighting them."

"Okay." Dean said, obviously waiting for something more revelationally profound.

"With you. We were these, like, hunters, and we were friends. More like brothers, really. I mean, what if that's who we really are? You saw us back there, working together. The ghost was scrambling brains. What if it scrambled ours?"

"That's insane."

"I hate to help with the insanity, but I think Sam may be onto something. Not about the ghost brain scrambling bit, because that just sounds silly, Sam. I think we may be living in an alternate world, though. I mean, obviously I am, but what about Sam's dreams? They focused specifically on the two of you working together as a team, and while watching the two of you earlier, you two were eerily in sync. It reminded me of how I am- was- with my two best friends, we practically shared one brain, what with our just knowing what the other was thinking the majority of the time. You being brothers may not be that far fetched."

"No. I'm Dean Smith, okay? Director of Sales and Marketing. I went to Stanford. My father's name is Bob, my mother's name is Ellen, and my sister's name is Jo. I'm sorry, but how do you know that your memories aren't the fake ones."

"Because I can remember little details from that world that I have no clue about here. The political climate, important details about my friends and other things. I don't have the first clue about anything here." Harry argued his case, he knew his world was real, this one was the wrong one, he just felt it.

"When was the last time you talked to your family, Dean? To any of them?" Sam continued.

"Okay, you're upset. You're both upset, confused-"

"Yeah, 'cause I only moved here 'cause I just broke up with my fiancee, Madison. But I called her number and I got a damn animal hospital."

"Okay. What are you saying? Are you trying to say that my family isn't real? Huh? That we've been injected with fake memories? Come on, if that were true, Harry would have a fake set too. How come he hasn't been implanted with a set of the Malibu Barbie dream life memories?"

"Maybe he's immune, because of his magic?" Sam theorized, then turned to Harry, as did Dean.

"Er, well, my enemies have tried invading my mind before, but it never really lasted long. I was able to throw them out." Harry shrunk in a bit on himself, he always hated having so much attention placed on him over his unique abilities.

Sam threw Dean a smug look, who glared back at Sam.

"All I know is, I got this feeling in my gut. And I know. I know that deep down, you gotta be feeling it too. We're supposed to be something else. You're not just some corporate douchebag. This isn't you. I know you." Sam finished his case as he got up.

"Know me? You don't know me, pal. You should go."

Sam did.

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