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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 4:

Harry couldn't help but fidget the whole back back to the flat. Dean didn't say anything, just drove in silence. Finally, they arrived and Harry all but jumped out of the car. The silence continued all the way until they made it inside.

"Why do you think this world isn't right? Do you hate it so much, being here with me? Hell, you told me you were in a war in your world. Do you really prefer that, to being here, with me?" Dean turned and stared at Harry.

"No! Merlin! I don't know! I'm glad to be alive, don't get me wrong. I thought I was going to die, and I'd managed to spend the year knowing this trying to come to terms with it. And then I finally did, only to find I'd been given a second chance, and I find out of all of the places I could have woken up in, it was here. I woke up here, with you. I am glad I got to meet you Dean. I like you. A lot. But I have friends that I left behind too, in my world. I miss them so much. I don't even know if they're alive. I don't know if Voldemort is even dead! Merlin, what if I made the wrong choice?! It felt right, but what if that was my own selfishness getting in the way?!" Harry was pacing back and forth across the room, pulling his inky tresses roughly by the time his rant was over.

Dean approached him and pulled his hand away from his hair.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have questioned your memories like that. I just have a hard time believing everything I know being fake. I mean, if I don't really have a family, then who do I have? I don't even have you, and I was happy with Harry. He was... but he wasn't even real, was he? You though, you're real. You act so much like him, he would've freaked out the same way, you know? You have the same ticks too, like that shirt thing you always do. Shit this is confusing. I feel like I'm taking advantage, but am I really? You're real and he isn't, so why do I know you so well? Like you fit with me?" Dean cupped Harry's face in his hand, his other hand still holding one of Harry's.

"You feel it too? I felt something with you this morning. It was odd, like I knew you wouldn't hurt me, even though you were a complete stranger."

"Right? I feel like you and me, we're supposed to be together. Weird. Whadduya say we give this a shot? Start fresh. Dating. I can take the spare bedroom for a while, we can find out about each other. For real this time." Dean's thumb stroked over Harry's cheek, making him close his eyes in contentment.

"I'd like that." Harry looked up and smiled at Dean.

Dean smiled back softly and leaned down to give Harry a chaste kiss on the lips.

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Another day at the office. He swore he used to love this. Now though, after hunting an actual ghost with Sam and seeing what Harry could do, it just wasn't the same. He sighed and kept typing at his computer. A knock on the door stopped him. It was Adler.

"Got a minute?" Adler peeked in, all fakes smiles that set Dean's teeth on edge.

"Sure, of course."

Adler came in and shut the door.

"How are you feeling, Dean?"

"Uh, great." Dean lied.

Sure, he was happy about how his situation with Harry was going, but the fake memories thing just blowed.

"You look a little tired. Been working hard, I gather."

"Yeah."

"Ah, don't be modest. I hear everything. And I'm pleased with what I'm hearing." Adler sat down in front of Dean's desk.

"That's why it's important to me that you're happy." Adler continued.

Adler pulled out a pen, grabbed a piece of notepaper, and wrote down a five-digit number.

"How's that for a bonus?"

"That's very generous." Dean spoke as he looked at the paper.

"Purely selfish. Wanna make sure you're not going anywhere."

"Wow. Are you sure?"

"Positive. You are Sandover material, son. Real go-getter. Carving your own way."

"Well, thanks. I try."

"I see big things in your future. Maybe even senior VP, Eastern Great Lakes Division. Don't get me wrong, you'll have to work for it. Seven days a week, lunch at your desk, but in eight to ten short years, that could be you." Somehow that whole futuristic scenario left a heavy feeling in his stomach that he found terrible.

Dean took off his headset, and placed it on the desk.

"Well, uh, thank you. Thank you, sir. It's, um... but..." He felt like he was suffocating in the room, like his tie was a noose around his neck that he desperately wanted to rip off.

He passed the paper back. Was he really going to do this? What about Harry? He was the bread winner. Even his fake memory Harry didn't have a job. The Dursley's had done a major number on his Harry's head, so when he'd met him, Harry was a scared wreck. Would never look anybody in the eyes, flinched at any movements that were too fast or if he was touched. It had taken so long to break Harry out of those habits. Dean found himself wondering if the real Harry he'd just met had gone through any of that. He wanted to take care of Harry, always had. Now he was actually going to quit, and what? Pursue Sam's crazy idea?

"I am giving my notice." Dean spoke reluctantly.

"This is a joke. You're kidding me, right?" Adlers' fake smile slowly slipped from his face at Dean's news.

"No. I've- I recently- very recently realized that I have some other work I have to do. It's, uh, very important to me."

"Other work? Another company?" Adler looked alarmed at his assumption.

"No, I- it's hard to explain. Um. It's just that this- this is- it's just- it's not who I'm supposed to be." He nearly grimaced as he qouted Sam.

Dean waited for Adler's reaction, and found himself surprised, not to mention a little suspicsious, when Adler grinned.

"What?" Dean eyed the man cautiously.

"Dean, Dean, Dean. Finally." Finally?

Adler stood suddenly and pressed two fingers to Dean's forehead. It felt different. It was like the colors in the room just dimmed. Dean looked around the office, then at himself in confusion.

"The hell? Why am I wearing a tie? My God, am I hungry." He fingered his tie with distaste and rubbed his stomach.

He looked up when Adler laughed.

"Welcome back." Dean stood.

"Wait. Did I- did I just get touched by- you're an angel, aren't you?"

"I'm Zachariah." Dean sent the angel an unimpressed look.

"Oh, great. That's all I need is another one of you guys." Dean paced behind his desk a bit.

"I'm hardly another one, Dean. I'm Castiel's superior. Believe me, I had no interest in popping down here into one of these smelly things." Zachariah waved his hand at his body with a look of disgust on his face.

"But after the unfortunate situation with Uriel, I felt it necessary to pay a visit. Get my ducks in a row."

"I am not one of your ducks." Dean said angrily.

"Starting with your attitude." Where the angel was all smiles before as Adler, he was now cold business as Zachariah.

"Oh, so, what? This was all some sort of lesson? Is that what you're telling me? Wow. Very creative."

"You should see my decoupage."

"Gross. No thank you. So, what? I'm just hallucinating all this? Is that it?" Dean looked a little disgusted at Zachariah's retort.

"Not at all. Real place, real haunting. Just plunked you in the middle without the benefit of your memories."

"Just to shake things up? Hm? So you guys can have fun watching us run around like ass clowns in monkey suits?" He nearly asked if the bastard had dropped Harry into the middle of things to confuse the shit out of him, but something held him back from speaking about Harry.

Maybe it was just gut instinct, or maybe his time as Dean Smith instilled that desire to protect the magic user, and hello magic user, he should be trying to gank the wizard, not protect him. When he thought back to Harry though, Harry was too much of a little sweetheart to really be dangerous, right? Or maybe Harry hadn't even been real anyhow, and the bastard in front of him was just fucking with him big time. He finally tuned back into Zachariah's grand speech about being the big hero and shit.

"To prove to you that the path you're on is truly in your blood. You're a hunter. Not because your dad made you, not because God called you back from hell, but because it is what you are. And you love it. You find your way to it in the dark every single time and you're miserable without it. Dean, let's be real here. You're good at this. You'll be successful. You will stop it."

"Stop what? The apocalypse, huh? Lucifer? What? Be specific, man."

"You'll do everything you're destined to do. All of it. But I know, I know. You're not strong enough. You're scared. You got daddy issues. You can't do it. Right?"

"Angel or not, I will stab you in the face."

"All I'm saying is it's how you look at it. Most folks live and die without moving more than the dirt it takes to bury them. You get to change things."

Dean turned away.

"Save people, maybe even the world. All the while you drive a classic car and fornicate with women. This isn't a curse. It's a gift. So for God's sakes, Dean quit whining about it. Look around. There are plently of fates worse than yours. So are you with me? You wanna go steam yourself another latte? Or are you ready to stand up and be who you really are?"

Okay, so maybe the bastard had a point. He did miss his baby. Then there was Sammy, Dean couldn't just leave the Sasquatch alone, he was liable to get himself killed. He always had put Sammy first, even before his own happiness. Harry.

'Harry, if you are real, I'm sorry.'

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Thanks for all the great reviews on this story so far. We'll be moving into Season 5 territory in the next chapter, so if you haven't seen that season yet, then you'll want to do that if you hate spoilers.
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