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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 5

“Dobby, stop. Stop it. I mean it, Dobby.” Henry was trying desperately to restrain the poor house elf who was brutally tugging and yanking on his own ears and clawing into his scalp.

“Dobby didn’t hear him, sir! Dobby so sorry! So sorry, sir!” Henry had finally managed to secure the tiny fists in his own as he kneeled before his friend.

“Dobby, I am not angry with you. Do you understand, me? This is not your fault.” He said firmly and calmly to the elf that was looking anywhere but at Henry with wide bloodshot eyes. “I mean, it Dobby. I need you to believe me, it is not your fault Sam saw you, I’m sure of it. I need you to believe it too. Can you do that for me?” Dobby’s big round watery eyes finally focused on Henry’s.

“You’s is not angry with Dobby? Dobby knows the one rule is not to let guests see Dobby, Dobby failed, sir!” Henry sighed but tried again.

“Dobby, listen to me. First of all the number one rule in this house is not to punish yourself. Remember?” Dobby nodded shamefully. “And you also need to understand that accidents happen and I will never be angry with you for that. I don’t think I could ever be angry with you, alright? You know that I love you Dobby, you’re basically the only family I have left.” Henry pulled Dobby against his chest and tightly wrapped his arms around the small creature. Dobby burst into tears again and clung to his master tightly. “It’s alright Dobby, it’s alright. Shhh it’s okay.” Henry could hear Sam pounding up the stairs but frankly Dobby’s distress was far more important to him than an ignorant hunter’s.

Sam burst through the door aiming a gun that Henry didn’t even know he owned much less brought into his home. He really needed to add something to check for that to the wards. Sam took in the scene of the small terrified creature clinging to Henry and his friend’s arms wrapped around the thing with an absolutely murderous glare aimed up at him. He slowly lowered his gun a few feet but kept it at the ready.

“Samuel Winchester you will lower that disgusting weapon before I throw you out of this house or make you wish you never set foot inside.” Sam felt a chill run down his spine. He’d never heard Henry sound so damn sinister before, he never really thought about what it meant that his friend was a retired hunter at the meager age of 22. Who knows what he’d gotten up to before then that made him walk away, if that is what happened. He placed his gun on the stone counter top to his right.

“What the hell is going on?” Sam demanded. Henry huffed and looked back at Dobby who was now visibly shaking. Henry pulled him back to his chest and stroked his head murmuring reassurances. Sam looked like he didn’t know if he should be touched by the scene or reach for his gun again.

“Don’t even think about it Winchester, don’t you think you’ve done enough damage?” Henry scowled before sighing again. “Dobby, it’s alright, he’s not going to hurt you. Dobby, come on I promise I won’t let him touch you.” Sam’s eyes narrowed.

“Henry.” Sam looked down on the pair but Henry’s eyes flashed at his impatience. He had a mess of a house elf to deal with and he didn’t need Sam’s holier than thou bullshit at the moment, thank you.

“Alright, Sam I’d like you to meet Dobby. Dobby this is Sam. You two are my best friends on this whole planet so if you could not kill each other before I can explain that would be lovely. Are we good?” Sam huffed and nodded. Dobby wiped his eyes on his apron and sniveled but didn’t let go of Henry. “Okay then, do we want to move out of my bathroom or should we just move this into the shower and make this even more enlightening?” Henry grinned and Sam snorted. At least he wasn’t immune to humor at the moment that was a good sign. Sam still grabbed his gun and tucked it into the waistband of his jeans before moving to the armchair across from Henry’s bed.

Henry sat down facing him on the edge and plopped Dobby down next to him who looked like he was desperately waiting to be dismissed. Dobby still hadn’t looked anywhere near Sam’s face and his eyes were shifting between looking at the floor, his knees, and Henry’s face. Sam cleared his throat.

“Okay fine, remember when I told you that Britain is host to completely different creatures than you have in this barbaric place?” Sam rolled his eyed but nodded. “Alright well in Britain most of them are actually harmless, but the bad ones are much worse than any of the creatures you have over here. The point is, Dobby here is kind and loyal and has kept an eye on me since I was in school. He is my oldest living friend and I consider him family.” Sam looked stunned and Dobby looked like he had never been happier.

“What is he?”

“Ask him for yourself he’s sitting right here, you don’t have to be so rude he’s not a bloody animal.” Henry scolded and Sam gave him a nasty bitch face because how the hell was he supposed to know how to treat the thing.

“Umm, Dobby? What exactly… are you?” Dobby looked up at Henry who nodded for him to reply.

“Dobby is a house elf! Dobby serves Mr. Henry Black and you will not harm him! Dobby is a purebred house elf, Mr. Sam, sir but Mr. Henry freed Dobby! Dobby is a free elf!” Sam gaped at the elf in front of him. What the fuck? The little thing was all watery eyes and runny noses a minute ago and now it’s pointing its knobby finger and looking him dead in the eyes. Sam leaned back in his seat and glanced over at Henry for reassurance for which he just received another eye-roll and nod. Sam sighed exasperatedly.

“…Okay, then. Wait, what do you mean ‘free’… umm, elf?” Sam was more than a little pissed off at his friend for holding so many damn secrets. He had gotten all pissy yesterday for Sam being wary of him when he was fucking hiding some crazy little creature right under his nose. He slept here completely unaware last night for christ’s sake, and drank his tea! Sam reflexively felt his throat. That was over an hour ago and if he were poisoned he’d probably have felt something by now, right?

“Dobby is a house elf! We serve our family masters from birth to death! Only if our master presents us with clothes are we free elves!” Henry sighed and patted Dobby’s tiny little leg to help calm him down. Looking at Sam he could tell that getting explanations from Dobby was only making him more confused, he should probably take over.

“Remember when I told you that some people are born into serving? That is true, there are plenty of humans that go through that as well but they certainly aren’t slaves. That would be illegal, but seeing as house elves, as an ancient species, aren’t exactly registered citizens no one gives two shites about the poor creatures, at least among the few who actually know about them. Much like hunters over here most people assume that every creature must be evil or beneath them. ‘Oh not human, kill it, or better yet, make it a slave!’ Such ignorance and cruelty, honestly, sometimes it’s embarrassing being a human.” Henry shook his head and sighed. “So yes I tricked Dobby’s master into giving Dobby a sock when I’d hidden it in something I knew he’d make Dobby carry. Let’s just say he was royally pissed off!” Henry and Dobby looked at each other and grinned. Sam looked back and forth between the two with no idea what to think. “That was when I was twelve and Dobby and I have been friends ever since.” Henry looked back over at Sam hoping for any sign of acceptance or at least no sign of hostility.

“Okay, look, this is insane like completely off the wall even for me but I think… I think I believe you.” Sam released a long shaky exhale. Henry smiled brilliantly at his friend but Sam was still staring intently at Dobby who was starting to fidget under the intense gaze and was pointedly only looking at his little legs swinging off the bed.

“I knew you could handle this, Sam. Thank you for trusting me, Dobby really is the sweetest and bravest person I know anymore, you’ll see.” Dobby grinned up at Henry.

“Dobby will finish Mr. Henry’s and Mr. Sam’s breakfast now, sir. Dobby gots distracted, sir. The mess took long time, Henry Black, sir.” Dobby’s eyes narrowed a fraction and Henry chuckled.

“Yes, thank you, Dobby. We’re so sorry about that and of course you may go, thank you very much for staying and talking to Sam I know it was a bit scary.” Dobby bowed his head as if ashamed that he had been so obviously afraid but then vanished into the air before any more could be said.

“How the hell does he do that? What else can he do? What the hell else kinds of creatures do you have over there? Are there more in this house because I swear to god, Henry, please let me know right now.” Henry laughed and fell back on his bed forcing the down blankets to fluff up around him as if he were about to make a snow angel.

“House elves as a species have their own uhh, mojo, I guess Dean would say.” Henry chuckled. “It’s to help them complete chores and such. He was supposed to be able to appear as soon as his master called, hence the teleportation, and he can accomplish tasks very simply with the snap of his fingers should he choose to do so. He has been trying to live fairly human since we’ve moved to the States though; we’ve both just been trying to fit in. I was a crazy bastard over there, always getting into trouble.”

“Well that much sure hasn’t changed.” Sam allowed himself a small smile. “So he’s never killed anyone then?” He asked in as bold of a voice as he could muster. Henry rose swiftly from the depths of the duvets.

“No, you barbarian. Although he is perfectly capable of self-defense he’s never killed anyone. The only instance I could ever see that happening is if I were being attacked and was incapable of defending myself for some unknown reason.”

“I had to ask, it seems like he’s got a lot of power. The way I grew up, something that powerful is never good. Or at least can never stay good for long.” Sam gulped as Henry’s eyes narrowed.

“I know this is probably hard for you to grasp just like it was hard for Nazi drones exterminating the Jews to understand but just because people are different doesn’t mean you need to be afraid of them.” Sam made an undignified noise.

“I can’t believe you just compared me to a Nazi!”

“I know you’re smart when you’re not in bloody hunter mode so use your damn brain, Sam. You know you’re thinking completely irrationally. I’m straight up telling you that there are many sentient docile species out there you’ve never heard of and your first reaction is still ‘Oh new creature, must kill.’” There was a fire in his friend’s eyes that Sam would very much like to never be on the receiving end of ever again.

“Maybe you’re right. I don’t know. Do you not see how this is a lot for me to take in? You’re literally changing my entire world as I know it.” Sam’s puppy eyes tried their best but Henry was in no mood for that.

“Yes, I understand that I’ve just blown your mind but honestly I thought you were better than this. This was the kind of response I would have expected from Dean, not you. You hated hunting and killing, at least that’s what I thought.” Sam looked down at his still bare feet and shook his head.

“I do, but I guess some instincts are just hard wired in there, but I’m not going to apologize. These skills have kept me alive this long and that elf fucking scared the shit out of me. So if you want to blame me for being ignorant or prejudiced go ahead, but I am going to try. I want to try. And I want you to tell me what the fuck else is out there.” Sam ended resolutely. Henry smiled, he wasn’t trying to belittle Sam but he was glad his friend stood up for himself in the end.

“I might have been a bit harsh, I’m sorry. I am just very protective of Dobby… he’s all I have left of back home.” Henry sighed and Sam nodded. “I’ll find you some books to read on creatures while you’re here, I know I’ve got them somewhere, how’s that?” Sam smiled.

“Yeah thanks, that would be great.” Both men shifted uneasily. “So, are we good?”

“Yeah for sure. Are you alright with everything?” Sam nodded after a long pause.

“It’s gonna take some time to wrap my head around it but yeah. I mean I shouldn’t be surprised that different countries have different creatures. Do you know if there are even more around the world?” Henry laughed.

“Of course! It’s not like just the stupid white people get creatures in their backyards!” Sam cracked a nervous smile. He had a lot of research to do.

“Now get out of here, I still never got my damn shower.” Sam laughed and stood up. “You might want to apologize to Dobby, let him know you won’t try and kill him while you’re here. Your breakfast might taste better if you do.” Sam let out a pained smile but nodded once. “And Sam, you touch him and you won’t be able to touch yourself ever again. You follow?” Sam gulped.

“Relax, I’m not going to kill him.” Henry laughed.

“You wouldn’t be able to, I told you he can defend himself but seriously just don’t even bother trying.”

“Yeah, I got it, seriously.” Henry nodded and closed the bathroom door behind him.

Sam stood outside the kitchen door listening to the elf shuffle about, still muttering about bacon. He wasn’t scared. He wasn’t. He was just trying to be cautious, he didn’t want to scare the little guy again. Plus, Henry could be pretty freaking scary when he wanted to.

“Um, Dobby, can I come in? I wanted to apologize.” Sam lightly rapped on the door while peaking inside just a bit. Dobby froze in front of the stove again and seemed to take a shuddering breath.

“Of course, Mr. Sam, you do not needs to ask Dobby to come in the kitchen, sir. This is Mr. Henry’s house, and you are Mr. Henry’s guest so you are most welcome anywhere.” Sam couldn’t help but smile. The elf’s speech patterns were kind of cute if he let himself think that way.

“Thank you, Dobby. I’m sorry I reacted badly earlier, you just a… gave me a fright?” Sam didn’t know why he was trying to start talking like the elf. He’d known Henry for years and he hadn’t picked up his accent once unless he was mimicking him or something.

“Yes yes, Dobby understands, sir. Mr. Sam gave Dobby a fright too, sir.” Sam smiled. This wasn’t so hard, he really is just a wrinkly little death colored person of sorts.

“Great, and I’m uh… also sorry about the mess we made last night. It won’t happen again.” Dobby deposited the fried eggs on separate plates and moved to the fridge to pull out some fruit.

“No, no no it was no trouble at all, Mr. Sam. Dobby cleaned it right up this morning. Would you like coffee or tea?” Sam grinned.

“Coffee, please.” Dobby nodded and snapped his fingers making the coffee machine begin to drip instantly. Well that was pretty freaking convenient. Sam was about to offer to help when he remembered Henry saying that his ‘butler’ would get offended. Freaking butler, Sam shook his head, that asshole.

“Breakfast will be ready very soon, Mr. Sam, please be comfortable in the dinning room.” Sam nodded and walked back out of the kitchen and took a deep breath. Totally fine. Some creatures don’t want to kill humans; it’s not a big deal. Suddenly Sam started laughing, Dean was going to lose his shit.

Henry walked into the dining room and eyed his friend suspiciously. He was bent over with his hands on his knees to hold himself up but he seemed to be having trouble breathing through his laughter. Dobby isn’t exactly a comedian so what he could be laughing at he had no idea. Was this some sort of mental breakdown? Was this really more stressful than he let on?

“Sam… are you alright?” Sam looked up grinning and wiping the tears from his eyes.

“Yeah, definitely. Just imagining this whole scenario with Dean instead of me. If you think I’m belligerent…” Sam started laughing again as he pulled a chair out and plopped down. “Promise me I can be here to witness the drama. It’s going to be insane.” Henry couldn’t help but chuckle but was certainly not as amused as Sam.

“Yes, I know. I was warned that American hunters were nothing more than bigoted assholes with sawed offs who don’t know their devil’s traps from devil’s snare.” Henry giggled a bit as he reached for his tea that had just appeared on the table. Sam gaped.

“That’s awful! I may not want to be a hunter but they do save lives, you can’t deny that, man.” Henry nodded. “And things over here actually kill and eat people, we weren’t the lucky ones that got creatures who’ll make you breakfast.” At that their plates popped onto the table along with a carriage of butter, jams, and jellies for their toast. “I can’t believe this is your life.” Sam shook his head at the spread of food and Henry chuckled.

“You get used to it, believe me. And my life wasn’t always like this you know.” Sam nodded. He knew.

“Wait what’s devil’s snare?” Henry grinned.

“Right nasty semi-sentient plant. Only thing that can kill it is sunlight. It’s actually not too lethal if you know what you’re doing. It feeds off of the fear of the victims it ensnares, so if you remain perfectly calm it will let you go. If not well, you get the idea, picture a vine much like an anaconda or something.” Sam set his toast down and reached for his coffee. He had a lot of researching to do.

The next few days of their ‘End of Summer Madness’ week ended up being pretty low key. They needed to recover from whatever the hell happened that first night and the fairly traumatizing morning after. When they weren’t jogging around the area to check things out and burn off Dobby’s generous meals, or perusing various shops in the neighborhood, Sam was doing research and Henry as well as Dobby were begrudgingly helping him or answering questions. Henry was thinking of also showing him a few of his old school books he kept especially well hidden and some guides for muggle-born parents. Sam was taking in all of the information about magical creatures very wonderfully and he thought that he might do well to learn about witches and wizards as well. Henry had no intention of admitting that he was a wizard however, at least not until Sam was very well informed and seemed tolerant enough.

However right now it was Thursday evening and Henry was tired of lounging about, this week was supposed to be exciting after all. Sam was in the library downstairs, which might as well have been his bedroom while he was there, when Henry sought him out.

“Alright, that’s it! We are going out tonight. I want dinner and I want dancing and you Samuel are coming with me.” Henry forcefully tapped Sam’s feet off of an ottoman in an effort to get him closer to standing. “Get up! I’m thinking sushi. Do you like sake?” Sam reluctantly laid the book down on the coffee table face down and got up. He did want to go out with his friend but he was also learning more than he ever thought possible from all the information on these shelves. Henry had really been holding out on him these past two years.

“Sake, yes. Sake Bombs, no.” Sam smiled at Henry’s scoff.

“I’m sure I can change your mind later so I’m not even going to bother arguing with you about that now.” Henry huffed and Sam just shook his head fondly.

“Alright I’m gonna shower then. How dressed up do I need to be for this? Can we go to like some low-key place this time? Who knows there might be some earth shattering revelation and we end up getting dragged away by the cops for brawling.” Henry just snorted.

“Relax, there’s a great sushi bar a few blocks from the club that isn’t too high class, but still has excellent sashimi.” Sam groaned knowing they had very different ideas of what ‘high-class’ meant and resigned himself to wearing something he knew he wouldn’t want to. Even though he was actually loving all of his new clothes, they were all so comfortable and made of seriously luxurious fabrics, even the damn cottons were softer than anything he’d ever owned before, not that he’d ever admit it. But he wasn’t that surprised either; most of his clothes had come from Walmart or thrift stores after all.

Walking into the place and hour later Sam was pleasantly surprised. It was obviously a very clean and expensive place but they tried very hard to make it feel simple and comfortable. It was small and very streamline with a calming water feature rippling down the wall the entire length of the restaurant. While Sam was looking around Henry walked up to the hostess who smiled warmly and lead them to small table waiting for them by the window in front. Sam took the opportunity to admire the beautiful young Japanese hostess’s tightly clad arse and long heeled legs. Definitely not a dive, Sam thought. Henry just chuckled noticing the direction of his friend’s gaze and after taking a once over of Sam the hostess didn’t seem to mind either and smiled at him as she walked away.

“So…” Sam started a little red faced “yeah I definitely need a drink.” Both men laughed lightly before their waiter stepped up to their table.

“Ah, Mr. Black it is wonderful to see you again.” The waiter, a friend of Henry’s named Tommy, gave a shallow bow and smiled. “Do you know what you would like to drink this evening? May I suggest a new sake we have just imported, I do believe you will very much enjoy it.” Henry grinned up and him and Sam found himself trying to very hard to remain nonchalant about everything.

“Thank you, Tommy that would be excellent. Some water too if you don’t mind.”

“Of course.” Tommy inclined his head and backed away swiftly.

“Dude, how often do you come here?” Sam asked. Henry shrugged.

“Since I’ve been here this summer I’ve been pretty often. Almost once a week maybe. Dobby isn’t exactly a sushi chef, and you know I fucking love the stuff. Not to mention they’re all so nice here.”

“Of course they’re nice, you spend a shitton of money here, dumbass.” Sam said in an amused tone.

“Hey! Tommy is lovely. He takes excellent care of me while I’m here and I put him on the list at my place, it’s all fair.” Just then Tommy came around the corner with a tray of water, sake, cups, and a small beautiful roasted edamame salad.

“Here you are, please let me know what you think of the sake, if I have steered you wrong I will of course bring you your usual.” Tommy smiled at Henry and Henry nodded.

“Thank you Tommy but I’m sure it will be fine. What time do you get off tonight?” Tommy looked around cautiously for a moment before responding in a more casual tone.

“Luckily I’m not closing tonight but I still don’t get off ‘till after ten.” Right then it was only just barely nine. “I’m so glad you got here my last two tables were awful, remember Mr. Klein?” Tommy asked with a grimace and Henry shuddered.

“Ugh, you mean that asshole who owns the leather shops?” Tommy nodded and grinned.

“He gives me the total creeps when he comes in here, and I swear it’s just so he can feel worldly or something even though everyone knows he’s from Ohio and he only actually eats the damn California rolls.” Sam and Henry busted up at this and Tommy allowed himself a chuckle not wanting to get in trouble, even though he knew his boss couldn’t really be mad, Mr. Black was one of their best customers.

“Well we’ll probably be here till you get off, want to come out with us tonight? I’m showing my college roommate, Sam here a good time and might need some reinforcements.” Henry smirked while Sam hid his face in his hands and Tommy smiled wickedly. Henry laughed again. “Sorry Tommy but Sam still bats for the boring team so you can put your tongue back in your mouth.” Sam looked up embarrassed but Tommy just pouted lightly.

“Well that ruins my fun, but yes I’d love to.” Henry nodded and smiled. “Now, what would you to like to start off with? Or are you in one of your ‘surprise me’ moods?” Sam’s eyes widened in fear at that question combined with the mischievous gleam from across the table. He liked sushi but he didn’t love sushi. He may have laughed earlier but he was probably right along with mr. asshole and his California rolls but no way in hell was he going to fess up now.

“You know what I like, and I don’t think Sam here knows what he likes yet so just bring the freshest you have in today for now. Oh and all those sauces I like please.”

“Of course, anything you’d like in particular, Sam?” Tommy asked a slightly flirtatiously, Sam was gorgeous so sue him.

“Uh, does any of what he just said come with rice?” Tommy smiled and Henry snickered.

“No it does not, would you like sushi rice or steamed rice? We have both in white and brown.” Sam grinned.

“Brown sushi rice please, thanks.”

“Of course, that will all be out shortly.” Tommy bowed lightly again and walked away.

“It’s kind of crazy how he goes from friend mode to waiter mode, it’s like he’s schizo or something.” Henry chuckled. He knew very well about having to play your part, but so should Sam he would think.

“I’m sure you’re used to having to put up a front for work, Sam.” Sam nodded and sipped his water eyes widening as Henry knocked back his little glass of sake in one go. “Dude aren’t you supposed to sip that?”

“Ugh, whatever I’m sure they’re just happy I go through so much of it. Huh, this new one is good.”

An hour and a half later after many surprised and sour faces from Sam, amused faces from Tommy and Henry, and plenty of teasing and laughter the three young men made their way out into the city for the night.

“So Sam, do you want to hit up a straight club tonight since you’ve already been to my place? Even thought we don’t exactly remember it.” Tommy laughed at their bashful faces.

“Like you said I don’t really remember it so I wouldn’t mind going again, I’ve been wanting to anyway. Besides wouldn’t you both rather go to a gay club?” Tommy and Henry both snorted but Tommy was the one to respond.

“Dude, this is SF, the gays are everywhere” he grinned. Sam laughed and nodded to Henry.

“Alright let’s go to your place then. Wait I didn’t see a sign or anything and you’ve never called it anything besides ‘my place’ or ‘the club’ does it even have a name?” Henry looked down at their passing feet while nodding.

“The Draconian.” Henry gave his friend a half smile and Sam nodded silently and placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. Sam was leaning more and more towards this Draco being a lover whom had passed. Tommy walked alongside them thoughtfully. It was rumored that the place was named after someone but no one knew and Henry never confirmed or even acknowledged the rumors. It’s seems that maybe that was true and that maybe it wasn’t a happy tale either.

Leaning against the bar Henry laid into Kevin for sending Dean that damn picture and let him know that he was so bloody lucky that he’d had a few days to cool off before he came in or Kevin wouldn’t be here now. Kevin just scoffed and brought them drinks followed by a cheeky, “here, on the house.” Sam and Tommy laughed while Henry continued to shoot daggers at his head bartender.

“Kevin,” Sam diverted his attention, “do I even wanna know what happened that night or am I going to be horribly ashamed?” Kevin grinned and Tommy clapped.

“Please! You have to share, they’re being so damn anxious over here and it can’t have been that bad. Spill!” Tommy smiled around his straw.

“Well, after a little too much Ogden’s Special you two were the life of the party that night. And Sam I have to warn you, I don’t think you’re as straight and narrow as you think you are sweetie.” The three men watched as Sam’s face turned noticeably red even in the dim club and burst out laughing. Henry was practically dying.

“I’ve been waiting for this for years and I was too fucked up to witness it?! Tell me what happened! Oh god. Please tell me we didn’t do anything…” Sam looked like he would start crying if that were the case and Tommy had his face resting in his arms along the counter shaking with laughter.

“No don’t worry, baby. Sam here had a thing for Charlie, that new dancer we got last month.” Henry nodded in recognition. “Gotta say I was also real surprised that such a tall guy with so much limb could move like that. If university doesn’t work out for you, Sam I’m sure the boss would let you shake your perfect ass in here every night.” Henry and Tommy were roaring with laughter again and Sam’s mouth was opening and closing like a fish out of water.

“Oh my god. I didn’t actually… I didn’t do anything did I?” Kevin shrugged innocently and waved his hand.

“Nah, just some groping and tongue clashing, don’t worry kid. Didn’t make it to the back room if that’s what you’re worried about.” Sam looked like he might faint and while Henry still couldn’t contain his laughter he kept a hand on his friend’s shoulder in support.

“Alright Sammy! I’m so proud of you, I’m just so fucking pissed I missed it. Wait! You took a picture of me but not that!” Kevin grinned and pulled out his phone and thirty seconds later he looked back up.

“Check your messages, boss.” Sam paled.

“No. No no no no no, Kevin! You delete those pictures right now! Swear to me you didn’t send any to Dean!” Kevin laughed and held his phone away from Sam’s reach behind the bar. “Damnit, Kevin!” Tommy was absolutely dying by this point and Henry was now staring completely silent at the picture he just opened. Hesitantly Sam leaned over his shoulder and then seemed to lose all air in his lungs.

There he was up on a platform shirtless and surrounded by a crowd of dancing or cheering men but that was so not the worst part. Pressed up to his chest was only who he could assume was Charlie except Charlie was only wearing little denim short shorts that were unbuttoned but thankfully not unzipped, however Sam’s hand was reaching around Charlie’s body and sliding halfway down the front of his waistband. His other arm was cradling Charlie’s chest and his mouth was wide open and leaving a wet trail across the smaller man’s jaw. Sam’s eyes were closed in the picture but it was obvious he was aroused and arching into Charlie’s hand that was reaching up behind himself and tugging on Sam’s hair. Sam had a leg between Charlie’s thighs and the young dancer was clearly grinding his arse into Sam’s crotch.

Kevin was smirking while the three mend stood gaping around Henry’s phone. Henry came back to reality first and stuffed his phone back into his pocket and looked up at a still open mouthed Sam who barely managed to focus on him even after a minute.

“You! This is all your fault! What in the hell is Firewhiskey?!” Kevin started laughing again and Tommy moved back to his seat at the bar not wanting not be caught in the crossfire.

“Oh come one just cause it’s not legal here! It’s honestly just whiskey!” At least Henry thought so…

“Not legal! That should tell you something right there!”

“Don’t blame your new-found bisexuality on me, Samuel!”

“I’m not!”

“So you admit you’re bisexual?” Kevin cut in from behind the bar. Henry smirked and Tommy hid his smile behind his glass.

“No! What?”

“The camera doesn’t lie, Sam.” Sam burned bright red again and tried to calm his breathing.

“Ugh, I need some shots. But no fucking Firewhiskey!” All three laughed and Henry clasped Sam on the shoulder and smiled at him.

“It’s obviously not a big deal Sam, it’s not like anyone here would judge you. Besides you probably only try and grab people’s cocks when you’re hammered, but I must say I’m a bit offended you’ve never reached for mine over the years if that’s the case.” Sam felt some of the tension leave his shoulders. Leave it to Henry for turning life-altering moments into jokes.

“Probably just knew I didn’t want my brother’s sloppy seconds.” Kevin laughed and refilled Sam’s glass.

“Hey! I am never sloppy! And that wouldn’t explain the last two years anyway.” Henry huffed. Now that he wanted Dean he was happy he never got away with anything with Sam because he doubted brothers would want to share but he couldn’t help but wonder why nothing happened since Sam could be so inclined.

“Dude, I’m still gonna blame the Firewhiskey.”

“I sure hope that wasn’t it. I for one am hoping for a repeat,” Tommy winked. Henry chuckled and Sam looked away quickly, downing another shot.

Sam hadn’t paid too much attention before but Tommy was actually pretty cool looking. He was tall and slim with darker skin and lean muscle, not at all bulky like Sam. He was wearing a plain grey tank top that hung loosely off his shoulders and showed off strong collarbones and intricate tattoos over his chest and down his arms. He had a clean buzz cut that wasn’t noticeable under the hat that was part of his uniform and had several piercings in his ears, a claw and a few small plugs. He looked like a tough guy who’d been through a lot but his face was still very friendly and open. Why he noticed that now and not earlier, it had been almost an hour since Tommy had changed and they’d left the restaurant, Sam didn’t know. Was he actually bisexual? Did he just need proof to let his brain come to terms with it? Fuck it.

“Another, Kevin. Please.” All three of the others chuckled.

Ten minutes later and Sam was a few away from swaying on his feet. Henry and Tommy weren’t much better off so Kevin told them to get away from the bar and to go dance or something. Sam bounced excitedly and Kevin just shook his head, it was definitely going to be a repeat of last time… especially since he was giving Sam Firewhiskey and just not lighting it on fire.

Ten minutes after that and Sam found himself sandwiched between Henry and Tommy and didn’t mind one bit. Tommy was in front of him backing himself into Sam and Sam was unabashedly pawing at the slimmer man. He knew Henry was behind him but neither were trying to get too sexual with the other, it was more fun than anything so Sam let his attention fall on Tommy. This was his Madness week and it wasn’t like anyone here cared so he was sure as hell gonna let it live up to its name. Eventually Henry drifted off and let them be, dancing causally with a few other people.

Suddenly a strong arm ripped him away from his latest body to grind on and he was about to knee the guy in the nuts before he recognized him. He stared wide eyed into the smirking face and sparkling green eyes before he practically jumped him and attached his mouth securely to Deans. Dean made a surprised sound in the back of his throat before groaning in appreciation and responding eagerly. Neither knew how much time had passed before they came up for air still firmly holding onto the other. Henry seemed to have realized his rash welcoming and looked down shyly. Dean chuckled and Henry could feel it in his whole body all over again and found himself gripping Dean even tighter to remain upright.

“Hey. It’s good to see you too.” Dean whispered in Henry’s ear over the booming music.

Henry smiled and grabbed Dean’s hand to drag him off the dance floor. They reached a black door in the wall with a single security personnel standing in front of it who nodded to Henry and moved aside. He pulled Dean outside and the music faded into a dull thump as the door clicked shut. They were in a closed off side street behind the club. There were a few very expensive cars parked along one side. Valet parking maybe, Dean thought.

“I thought you were in Montana?” Henry asked still not letting go of Dean’s hand.

“Yeah, I finished up and booked it back here. I thought I’d surprise you… do you mind?” Dean asked tentatively.

“Did it seem like I mind?” Dean grinned and reached in for another kiss. This time it was slow and searching, not frenzied like on the dance floor. It was almost testing their compatibility again, making sure they weren’t imagining how amazing it was before Dean had left. Eventually they pulled apart again and grinned at one another.

“So uh, do I even want to know what you’ve done with my brother? That picture of you wasn’t the only one I got from Kevin, I just didn’t want to scare poor Samantha.” Henry chuckled.

“What a sweet brother you are. And I certainly haven’t been the one to do anything to him. We haven’t even been out since that night, but I invited a friend of mine along tonight. I’m sure he’s taking excellent care of Sammy.” Dean groaned.

“Oh god. I don’t think I want to know what that kid is getting up to. When we were texting you said that Sam was 100% straight… what happened?” Henry shook his head and looked back up at Dean.

“Honestly neither of us has any idea. Kevin showed us that picture a couple of hours ago and since we don’t remember that night it was a total shock. Sam seems to be taking it rather well though. Might have been the trough of booze he consumed afterwards though.” Dean pulled Henry into a tighter embrace holding him in place with a hand on his lower back with his thumb rubbing soothingly back and forth. Henry smiled up at him and reached a hand into his hair to pull him down into another kiss.

On the walk to Henry’s house Henry had broken away from Dean only long enough to text Sam that he had gone home and that he should remember how to get back and if not to ask Kevin or Tommy because they both knew. He could come home whenever he would like and if he was truly too smashed to take a damn cab.

They managed to remember to keep their clothes on until they made it into Henry’s room where he quickly waved some silencing and locking charms about. However only two minutes after that clothes were strewn about and their limbs and tongues were fully entwined. To Henry’s surprise Dean was the first to start making his way down between them. Licking and biting at Henry’s neck and chest, laving at each sensitive nipple before dipping his tongue in and out of his navel relishing in the pants and squirms. Dean’s thumbs ran back and forth along the protruding V of Henry’s pelvic muscles while his hands wrapped around gripping his hips tightly before he swallowed him whole. Henry cried out and arched off the bed, desperately fisting the sheets below him. Dean sucked firmly and slowly moved his head from base to tip, flicking his tongue out and torturing the small hole at the head. Henry was achingly hard; he hadn’t seen Dean in days and had barely even touched himself since.

“I want you to fuck me,” Dean whispered like he wasn’t sure he wanted it to be heard. Henry leaned up on his elbows searching Dean’s face for indecision. He looked desperate, like he needed Henry to take him, to prove that he wanted him as much as Dean wanted him. Henry nodded.

“I’ll do my best not to hurt you, alright? I promise.” Dean gave him a small smile and climbed back up Henry’s body smashing their lips together. Henry groaned and rolled them over so he was on top and ground his hips into Dean’s releasing a moan from the man beneath him. Soon Henry began his own trail down Dean’s body, focusing his attentions on the places that made Dean most vocal. It was just so incredibly erotic getting this strong hunter to writhe and moan from his touch.

He let out a breath across Dean’s sac, passing his swollen shaft completely, and nudged his legs apart wide enough to get his thighs resting on his shoulders. Henry’s hands reached under Dean and gripped his arse, pulling him closer and spreading the cheeks apart. Dean’s breathing was speeding up and Henry could feel his racing pulse in the steady blood flow under his thumbs. Dean gasped and shuddered as Henry gave one long lick of Dean’s cleft and then returned his tongue to the puckered entrance.

“Fuck!” Dean shouted. “Oh… Henry… oh my god.”

Henry knew that Dean had never given himself like this to anyone and he wasn’t going to take that lightly. Dean’s hand flew into Harry’s mane and gripped desperately as he speared wit his tongue, barely breaking the surface. He circled the entrance with the slick wet muscle over and over before dipping back inside, delighting in Dean’s arching and panting.

“Please… please… Henry.” Dean wasn’t completely sure what he was begging for but he was confident that Henry could figure it out, which he certainly did.

Henry was grateful he’d had the foresight to snatch the lube from the drawer as they had tumbled onto the bed, now he just needed to find it. Luckily it hadn’t gotten to far and he reached it easily enough. Warming a bit between two fingers he started alternating one with his tongue, allowing both appendages to wiggle into the tight space. Dean’s breath hitched and Henry stroked his hip with his free hand soothingly, soon enough his whole finger was working it’s way in and out and Dean was gasping for a whole different reason. Henry tentatively added a second lubed finger, slowly twisting and turning them, scissoring and stretching. Dean was panting now and back to tugging on Henry’s hair while muttering indelicacies. After the third finger was fully absorbed and being greedily sucked in by Dean’s hole the young hunter was begging incoherently while Henry tormented his prostate.

“I’m ready, please, please just do it already.” Henry held back a chuckle and pulled his fingers out slowly, stretching them apart along the way. As soon as they were clear Henry drove back in with his tongue penetrating far deeper now. Dean moaned loudly and rose up off the bed several inches before falling back down.

“It will hurt less if you turn over and lie on your stomach.” Dean didn’t even pause; he just rolled over and looked back over his shoulder at Henry waiting for further instruction. Henry couldn’t help himself, those pouty lips parted and waiting with lidded eyes begging for more, he soared up and connected his lips to Dean’s. He kissed him soundly but quickly not wanting to freak him out by where his tongue had just been. Henry ran his hand down Dean’s sides and gripped the firm globes of his arse while running his tongue down the sweat slick spine and back into Dean’s prepared cavern.

“Fuck! Henry, please. Please fuck me.” Dean’s fists clenched in the sheets and he burrowed the side of his face into the blankets while his arse wriggled and begged all on its own.

Henry reached back out for the lube and prepared his latex covered member. He wished he could forgo that bit but it wasn’t like he could tell Dean he used magic to make sure they were both clean. Henry pushed one of Dean’s legs up the bed so his knee was almost touching his side before he lined himself up and began to push. Dean hissed as the head popped through the tight ring but released that breath in a long moan as Henry slowly bottomed out. Both men were panting and Henry dropped down over Dean, kissing his neck and shoulders and rubbing his sides soothingly while waiting for him to adjust. Soon Dean was beginning to move underneath him so Henry took that as his cue and lifted himself off Dean so he was sitting on his knees leaning over him, gripping his hips for balance.

Henry didn’t pull out very far but made deep gentle thrusts instead making both men moan. Henry built up a slow hard rhythm.

“Oh, fuck. Yes. Faster.” Dean panted out between moans and Henry responded accordingly. Dean gasped as Henry began pulling out further but pushed back in with the same force. He could feel Henry’s balls slapping against his own that were smushed against the bed and just that sensation alone had heat curling in his stomach. Dean could hear Henry grunting above him at each thrust, picking up speed. Soon the speed wasn’t enough and he wanted it deeper again, slow and rough. “Please, Deeper, please.” Dean whispered with his eyes clenched shut.

Henry lowered himself back down onto Dean kissing the back of his neck behind his ear then nipping on the lobe. He was barely pulling out again, just harshly rolling his whole body along Dean’s allowing his pelvis to grind into the firm round ass while roughly battering against his prostate.

“Henry! Yes… yes… don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Dean was trying to push his arse back up against Henry but the slighter man had him pinned well and was fucking him so thoroughly that he soon gave up and just reveled in the new sensations. “Fuck, I’m gonna… Henry….” Henry began ramming into Dean, lifting his hips and dropping them back down hard, filling the room with sharp slapping sounds as well as grunts and groans.

Dean’s hands gripped the blankets around him to the point where his knuckles became bright white and his mouth hung open with his eyes closed tightly. Henry felt Dean’s body shudder under him before he felt the clenching of his arse milking his own release. Henry rode out both their orgasms roughly for all they were worth causing both men’s toes to arch and curl. Dean made a strangled sound like he was trying to scream but there just wasn’t any air left for him to do so as he desperately clung to mattress beneath him. Henry wobbled on his forearms for a moment before he collapsed on top of the hunter, rising and falling quickly in time with Dean’s labored breathing. He pressed a light kiss behind Dean’s ear and rolled off to collect himself and dispose of the offending plastic.

Dean still hadn’t moved other than turning his face in Henry’s direction but his eyes were still closed. Henry rolled a little closer and ran a hand up and down Dean’s back, watching closely as his eyelids fluttered open. The smile on Dean’s face then was positively infectious and Henry couldn’t help but grin and move his hand into Dean’s hair to pull him into a chaste kiss. He really needed to brush his teeth.

“I take it you’re alright then, yeah?” Dean grinned.

“Definitely. If I had known it felt that damn good I wouldn’t have felt bad topping every time.” Henry laughed.

“You never did hear me complaining, did you?” Dean chuckled but still hadn’t moved his body an inch. “You sure you’re not hurt? You don’t have any injuries from your hunt do you?” Henry asked suddenly worried.

“Relax, I’m just comfortable. I got a little worked over by some ghost mojo but I’m totally fine, but actually having me on my stomach was probably the best plan.” Henry’s eyes narrowed speculatively. He would heal any bruises while Dean was asleep.

“Alright well come on, you know the rule. No more sweat on the bed than necessary.” Henry began to roll off the bed but Dean grabbed his wrist.

“You know I just came on your bed right?” Henry rolled his eyes and nodded.

“You know I don’t do the laundry right?” Dean rolled his eyes this time.

“Round two?” He asked with a wicked glint in his eye. Henry chuckled.

“Fine, fine. If we must.” Dean grinned and ran after him.

Sam got home an hour later and tried to quietly peak inside Henry’s room to see if he was really asleep but the door was locked. He didn’t see him with anyone, but he didn’t see him leave either. He also didn’t think he would hook up with some random person when he was still so gaga over Dean. Tommy had gone home once they’d both stumbled out of the club. Sam was sober enough to walk home and was definitely not drunk enough to go beyond the kissing and groping he hand Tommy had managed on the dance floor and maybe also on the couches. They’d exchanged numbers though and Sam said he’d text later this week or if they went out again. He did want to talk about it with his friend though and he had no qualms about waking him up like Henry so often did in their dorm.

“Dobby” Sam whispered. The elf popped up in front of him looking a little tired. Sam instantly felt bad; he had probably woken him up. “Sorry for waking you up, Dobby, I was just wondering if Henry made it home okay. His door is locked.” Dobby nodded fervently, like concern for his master’s welfare is one of the few things that would make it completely all right to disrupt his sleep.

“He arrived home several hours ago with Mr. Dean, they are both very exhausted and sleeping. Sam chuckled and then grimaced. He really really did not want to think about what he meant by that.

“Thank you Dobby, please go back to sleep. I’m going to sleep too.”

“Yes, yes. Goodnight, Mr. Sam sleep well.” Dobby vanished before Sam could say anything more.

So, Dean was back. Why didn’t he come to the club and say hi to Sam? Sam grimaced again; he would not have wanted his brother to find him there. It would definitely be better to see him in the morning. Curling up in one of the few beds to ever fit his frame he smiled. Dean came all the way back here for Henry. Maybe even Sam a little too.

“Wait, you’ve never made cheeseburgers?” Sam asked sipping his coffee and leaning against the counter while Dobby made breakfast. Shockingly Henry and Dean were still asleep. Dobby shook his head with wide distrustful eyes. He’d certainly never heard of ‘cheeseburgers’ before. “But you can put bacon on them! They’re Dean’s favorite, and I’m sure you’d love them too.”

“Bacon? Dobby likes, bacon.” Sam chuckled.

“Yeah I know. Can I teach you how to make them for dinner? We could make them together, I promise you’ll like them and then you’ll wanna make them all the time.” Dobby still looked unconvinced and very hesitant about sharing cooking responsibilities.

“But, but Mr. Sam, Dobby does the cooking.” Sam sighed.

“Alright, do you ever follow recipes?” Dobby nodded, he had a huge rolodex of recipe cards passed down from generations of house elves before him. “If I write you a recipe for bacon cheeseburgers would that be okay?” Dobby nodded enthusiastically. He loved any and all recipes that included the salty meat.

Dean stood outside the kitchen door chuckling at the conversation he was hearing, this Dobby guy sure sounded like a character. Maybe he was super senile or something especially with that voice. And how the hell had he never had a cheeseburger? Do they not have those in Britain or something? The smell of coffee urged him forward and he pushed the door open. Standing in front of the stove was not at all what he was expecting to see. Before he even knew what he was doing his hand had swiftly reached around to the back of his waistband and swung his favorite pistol forward.

“Dean, no!” Sam shouted in time for Dobby to turn around and vanish with a squeak as the bullet lodged itself deeply in the rim of the Viking range. “Damnit, Dean!” Sam shouted again and Dean finally looked up at his brother. The harsh look of fury and disappointment was not exactly what he was hoping for their reunion after two years of no contact.

Henry and Dean had woken up and tumbled around for an hour that morning, grinding on each other and coming all over themselves but Dean had promptly fallen back asleep. Henry was hoping to shower and make his way downstairs to warn Sam that his brother was here when the unmistakable sound of a gunshot disrupted the sound of water pelting his face. Not five seconds later he was dry and dressed and a wailing house elf was clinging to him all over again.

“Son of a bitch!” Henry shouted which only managed to frighten his little friend even more before he picked him up and coddled him.

Downstairs Sam groaned at the exclamation and shook his head pointedly at Dean who was still staring blankly back at him. “I have no clue why I wanted to be here for this.” Then Sam smirked and looked at the stove, “but you are so gonna get it way worse than me.”
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