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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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“What the hell is going on here, man?” Sam couldn’t help but snort, he and his brother were way too much alike.

Sam took a moment to survey his brother who he hadn’t seen in two years. Physically he looked much the same, maybe a little bulkier, a little more rugged. Sam could easily see how it had only taken three days for Henry to fall in love with the douche, but he could also see how easily he’d spotted him as a hunter. His eyes were sharp, too sharp; it was almost unnerving how calculating and skeptical his glare was. His mouth was in a firm line and his jaw was clenched, if he didn’t know that Dean would never hurt him he might be pissing his pants standing in his presence right now.

“Sam? Are you okay, Sammy?” Dean’s eyebrows narrowed and his hand reached out tentatively. Sam blinked and the corners of his mouth rose just a little, there was his big brother, always making sure he was unharmed above all else. Even though he was pretty sure Dean was worried that he was under some sort of bad mojo or something he couldn’t help but bask in the unconditional care he would always receive from Dean. It had been a long time.

“Yeah, Dean. I promise I’m all good. Don’t know if you’ll be able to say the same for much longer but it’s good to see you regardless.” Sam took a step closer to his brother and squeezed his shoulder. “How have you been, man?”

“Seriously?” Dean gaped. “I’m all for catching up and giving each other shit for not talking for the last two years or whatever you have in mind but do you seriously think I can think about that right now? What the hell was that?” Sam sighed. Where the hell was Henry? Shouldn’t he be storming down here right now? Does he want us to go up there? …We should probably wait till he’s ready.

“Relax Dean. You know Henry’s from Britain right?” Dean rolled his eyes. Oh really asshole, is that why he has that sexy accent? “Did he tell you about hunting over there at all?” Dean inclined his head fractionally.

“Barely, just get to the point would you?” Sam sighed again. Seriously, where the fuck was Henry?

“Okay so basically, I’ve been spending the last few days in Henry’s library, which is probably even more extensive than Bobby’s, it kinda blew my mind.” Dean gestured with his hand to keep moving. “Anyway there are a shitton of creatures we’ve never heard of cause they live in other countries. Where Henry’s from there are a lot of nasty ones that honestly put most American shit to shame but there are also quite a few species that are completely harmless.” Dean stared wide-eyed at his brother and held up a hand for him to pause.

“Wait what?”

“There are a ton of completely sentient and safe creatures out there, they’re obviously still hiding out but they don’t kill or hurt people, they just live their own lives in their own little communities.”

“Are you shitting me?” Sam rested his face in his hands and rubbed his eyes taking a deep breath.

“Nope. Who you just tried to kill was Henry’s oldest friend, the only person still alive who he considers family.”

“But what the fuck was it, it looked like a freaking goblin from a damn movie or something!” Dean gestured dramatically.

“Actually I think the two species might have the same ancestors but I haven’t looked too much into goblins yet.” Dean shoved his brother off of him and pointed rudely.

“You’re messing with me, right?”

“No, Dean, I’m really not. Dobby is a house elf. They’re literally exactly what the name implies. No evil, no eating hearts, just cleaning mojo and damn good cooks.”

“Dobby? You mean the butler?” Dean’s eyes widened in realization and Sam chuckled.

“Spun you that lie too huh? Yeah, they’re one in the same.”

“Unfucking believable. I thought the lies were through, man.” Sam tensed.

“Henry was trying to protect Dobby, Dean. He’s the only family he has left and he knew trigger-happy hunters shoot first and ask questions later, which I think you proved to be pretty fucking spot on with your little display ten minutes ago. I can’t believe how right Henry is about everything. It’s kind of depressing, actually.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I had a very similar reaction to yours only I didn’t have my gun on me when I saw Dobby the first time, but I had it soon enough. I’m surprised Henry still hasn’t made it down here to tear you a new one, he sure had no problem ripping into me.” Sam shook his head at the memory. “And you should really put your gun away, Henry hates them.”

“How can he hate guns, I thought he was a hunter.” Dean asked, gun still in hand.

“Retired. Hunter. It’s his house and Dobby is literally the sweetest person I’ve ever met so really you should put your gun away before he finally confronts you. I’m assuming you guys have spent your time too blissed out to see him get seriously pissed?” Dean narrowed his eyes at the teasing tone but shook his head. “Yeah well it almost makes sense why he has such disdain for guns, he could probably kill anything with just a look.” Sam smirked at the visible gulp traveling down his brother’s throat before Dean appeared to renew his resolve.

“Why am I not allowed to be pissed off? Huh? There has been a freaking creature elf thing in this house the whole time I’ve been here! It could have been doing things or something! Oh my god. I ate its food like five times!” Sam held his hands palms up trying to get his brother to take a step back, tone it down a notch. Was he like this when he found out? Yeah he kinda was…and it is so fucking annoying and where the fuck is Henry!

“Dean, I know it’s scary okay. I was totally freaked out when I first saw Dobby so I get where you’re coming from but honestly he’s completely harmless.” Dean raised a dubious eyebrow and reflexively tightened his grip on his Beretta. “Honest to god, Dean. He’s just a little guy who takes really good care of Henry and has a disturbing amount of passion for bacon.”

“Bacon bacon or long pig bacon?” Sam couldn’t help but laugh at that, he really has missed Dean.

“Pork bacon, Dean.” Dean thought back to the conversation he overheard. His brother had been calmly chatting about cheeseburgers, trying to get the thing to make them for Dean. That didn’t sound too evil. “I seriously think that asshole is hiding up there so that I have to deal with this instead of him. Let’s go.” Sam pushed off the counter and made his way upstairs while Dean continued to stand and watch the kitchen door swing back and forth on its hinges.

“Henry!” Sam made his way into Henry’s room and quickly scanned the area finding it empty but hearing murmurs from the bathroom he moved to investigate. “Henry? Dobby?”

“Hey Sam.” Henry looked up from the sleeping house elf in his lap as he sat cross-legged against the glass shower wall. “Did Dean stick around?” Sam sighed hearing the dejected tone of his best friend. Did he really think Dean would just leave?

“Yeah, I thought he was gonna follow me up here but he’s pretty freaked out I guess, kinda like I was. I think I got through the basics with him though. How’s Dobby?”

“I had to sedate him. He was going to kill himself if he kept at it and he couldn’t seem to even hear me. Poor thing can’t help punishing himself when he’s too stressed and panicked. I have to keep the syringe around in case he ever gets like this. Hasn’t happened since we first moved here.” Henry shook his head and lightly kissed Dobby’s brow. Sam smiled fondly at the scene and sat down next to Henry.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Henry nodded.

“Yeah when he wakes up he’s usually calmer or will at least let me get a word in. It breaks my heart that this is just how house elves are made, ya know? Like can you imagine if you instinctually punished yourself brutally if you thought you did something wrong. It’s completely barbaric.”

“I can’t believe I was scared he could hurt me when I met him, he’s really only a danger to himself. You’re right, it is really depressing.” They both watched Dobby somberly for a minute longer before Henry carefully stood and laid Dobby down in his own bed till he woke up. He told Sam he sedated him but he really just whispered a sleeping spell and caught Dobby in his arms. It would wear off in a few hours or until Henry woke him.

When they turned around Dean was leaning against the wall next to the open bathroom door in his room. Henry started but pulled himself together in an instant and eyed Dean cautiously. He would protect Dobby at all costs.

“The thing was trying to kill himself?” Henry’s shut his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose to calm himself. Sam rested a hand on his shoulder in support and he relaxed slightly. The thing.

“No, Dobby wasn’t really trying to kill himself but sometimes if he’s really upset it’s hard for him to remember not to beat himself up about it and that it’s not his fault. He said something about damage to the stove?” Harry’s eyes narrowed in on the gun Dean still had in his hand that he was failing to hind behind his thigh. Dean scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and fumbled the gun into the back of his pants.

“Reflex?” Dean grimaced, Sam snorted, and Henry silently fumed beside him.

“Okay here’s the deal. I know you’re a hunter who kills the creepy crawlies that wanna eat our flesh and that you take your job very seriously. I don’t want to belittle you or make you feel insignificant but you obviously don’t know everything there is to know about hunting and I’m not saying I do either. Plus you’re only twenty four and you’ve never left the country.” It was clear Dean was becoming more and more agitated as his eyes narrowed and his fists clenched but he stayed quiet. “I also know I sound like a huge douchebag since I’m even younger than you and I have my pretentious BBC narrator accent but I swear to you I know what I’m talking about. Are you willing to listen calmly and rationally?” Sam smirked over at his brother who was back to rubbing the back of his neck nervously and avoiding eye contact.

Dean didn’t know what to think. Henry was right, they were both pretty big douchebags, but that was what he liked about the guy. They both could be assholes that knew they had it goin’ on and didn’t take shit from anybody. He was not excited to be taking shit from Henry right now but Henry also seemed to sense that if he tried to go straight into yelling at Dean all he would get are brash words, zero progress, and at least a week of fuming silence afterwards. Plus, if there really is a whole new world out there like he said, it wouldn’t hurt to know about it. Sam had said something about that too, right? Not to mention the extremely withering glare that Henry was giving him was starting to physically hurt. Even without making eye contact Dean thought he could feel the brunettes eyes bore into him, anything to make him stop would be welcome at this point.

“Yeah…Bobby said you know your shit and Bobby doesn’t say that about anybody really.” Dean tried to flash a smile but it fell flat and Sam had to cough up a laugh that tried to bubble out of his throat, he also ignored the look Dean shot at him for that.

“You’re right, I’m flattered he would say something like that. Let’s go into the study, I don’t want to disturb Dobby.” Henry held his door open for the boys to pass through and each gave him very different looks on their way past. Henry just shook his head at Sam’s grin. He was far too excited to see his brother in the doghouse. Dean’s eyes caught his briefly before he shuffled past and followed Sam. Henry wanted to laugh at how nervous he seemed to be but thought better of it. He was already pushing Dean pretty far and he knew that.

With Sam this was a lot easier. He has been friend with Sam for years, knows him better than he’s ever known most people, but whatever he has going with Dean is very new. As much as he wanted to just go off and vent his frustration at having to defend himself and Dobby as well as explain so much, he didn’t want to fuck things over with Dean. He could easily understand his skepticism and distrust, and maybe even respect his steadfast beliefs, but that also didn’t make them right.

They settled into the room with Sam spreading out comfortably on one of the couches looking too smug for Henry’s liking. Sam was seriously setting himself up for another scolding at this rate. Dean was glaring at his brother but plopped down stiffly onto one of the leather club chairs. Henry took the other across from him. It was awkwardly silent but only for a moment when Sam decided to break the ice.

“Damn, I wish I could ask Dobby for a drink right now.” Henry held back a chuckle, now was not the time.

“The damn cart is right over there. Get it yourself you twat.” Dean smiled despite himself and watched as Sam poured himself a single whiskey.

“Dean, you want anything? I’m sure you know Henry keeps the good stuff.” Dean was tempted but he’d rather keep his wits at the moment. There’d be time for that later and he was pretty sure he was gonna need it.

“Nah I’m good.” Sam sauntered back to his couch and smiled back out at the room, winking at Henry’s glare.

“Alright well, I guess I should just cut to the chase. This really isn’t as complicated or crazy as it may seem.” Henry was interrupted.

“Yeah, Sammy gave me the cliff notes version in the kitchen. Different countries, different creatures, Dobby isn’t evil, what am I missing?” Henry smiled; maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

“Mhm. That’s the gist. Dobby is a house elf; he made the move over here with me a couple of years ago. He’s usually pretty good at keeping a low profile as you may have noticed but with uh, live-in guests he seems to be letting his guard down.”

“Okay yeah but what is a house elf? What can it do? What makes it not evil? I’ve never met anything not human that didn’t want to kill me so excuse me for being a little worried here!” Dean took a deep breath. He had decided to stay calm but it wasn’t turning out to be as easy as he had hoped. Henry smiled, this still wasn’t as bad as he expected, he could handle this.

“Well, like Sam said, different countries have different species of creatures just like they have different races and different plant and animal life. In Britain and probably a few other European countries we have house elves.” Henry still didn’t know how he’d gotten around explaining that they only serve in wizarding house holds when talking to Sam but he still wasn’t ready to go there. “They are a small breed of elves built for servitude and serve a family until they die. Most house elves are actually slaves unless freed by a family member of the house they were born into. That is why dobby has a hard time not punishing himself when he thinks he’s done something wrong. Enslaved elves have very little free will and have repressed their ability to think for themselves or think ill of their masters. It’s truly an archaic and disgusting practice that I wish I was capable of abolishing but really it’s so engrained that there is little anyone can do.”

“Wait you’re saying that little elves are living in houses all over Europe as slaves? How the hell does nobody know about this?” Henry sighed; he agreed that it sounded ridiculous when you didn’t take into account that the whole wizarding world was itself a secret.

“There really aren’t that many left anymore and only the oldest richest families still maintain the tradition and it’s kept secret within their family line. I mean do you really think the general population would even believe it? Most are slaves so there’s no way they could defend or even show themselves without their masters willing it.”

“That’s just insane! What the hell else is going on over there?” Sam chuckled around his glass and both Dean and Henry shot him matching glares. He suddenly became very interested in his drink. This wasn’t turning out to be as exciting as he’d hoped anyway.

“I know it’s absolutely ridiculous, but it’s not like people that no one has ever heard of would have rights. Your own instinctual reaction only further proves that. If governments or the general population knew that non-humans exist it would just be chaos. Testing and confinement or even genocide. I’m sure you can imagine. There’s a reason you don’t tell people what it is you do, yes?” Dean huffed and nodded. As absolutely out there as this was he got the point. The world would basically suffer from a mass panic attack if everyone knew what was out there, and then the creatures would just have run of the whole place since everyone’s heart would have exploded. Maybe.

“Alright I get it. What exactly does Dobby do? Is he a slave passed down in your family too?” Henry tried not to get too upset by that. It was the logical next step and there was a pretty good chance a pureblood family like the Potters would have had house elves back in the day.

“No actually. I mentioned that I’ve tried to make things better for elves but it turned out to be futile. Dobby was part of a very old and powerful household. It turned out that the Master there was practicing some pretty dark stuff and Dobby tried to warn me that Lucious had it out for me. That was when I met him. I was young but my family had quite the reputation, much like yours.” Henry tried to pass off a reassuring smile but he wasn’t sure it worked. “Eventually I was able to trick Lucious into presenting Dobby with clothing, which is the only way to free a house-elf and since then Dobby’s been rather attached. I suppose I would be too if someone saved me from a life of unending service and punishments.”

“Lucious? Seriously? Even the guys name sounds evil.” Henry nodded and smiled in agreement. “Okay so you freed him but now he just serves you anyway?”

“Yeah I know it doesn’t look that great but it’s all he knows. He’s very loyal and protective of me. It was hard for me to wrap my head around as well but he truly enjoys taking care of me and finds great pride in doing so. It’s literally what his DNA tells him to do and it’s not likely that is going to change.”

“Huh.” Dean just stared open mouthed at nothing for a moment before Sam started chuckling again.

“He really is pretty sweet, Dean. He’s kinda like a really old little kid. It’s kinda freaky once you know what he’s capable of but I’ve started to trust that he would never do anything to harm anyone.” That got Dean’s attention again.

“Wait so what can he do?”

“He’s a house-elf. He can clean things with the snap of his fingers, teleport straight to you when you call for him, anticipate your needs, and he’s a damn fine cook.” Henry grinned and Dean smiled a teensy bit at that.

“Yeah, knew that much but teleport? Snap of his fingers? How the hell does that work?”

“It’s the elvin blood. Kinda like magic. Except it has nothing to do with demons or devil worship I assure you. It comes from inside them, their blood, their DNA. It’s just part of what makes them who they are.”

“Are you fucking telling me that elves are real too?” Dean was wide-eyed and incredulous.

“I’m not about to go through every other creature out there, that’s just tedious and we’d never leave this room. Sam has been making good use of my library and if you’d like to update your references please feel free to do the same.”

“Seriously Dean. Henry has so much shit on these shelves. You’ve seen the downstairs library right?”

“Like hell I’m going to read all of these are you kidding me? That sounds worse than hell!” Sam laughed and Henry just shook his head. Hopefully Dean would never know what hell was actually like, Gabriel was a little too liberal with the details.

“Well maybe Sam can tell you all about it then, I’m sure he would be thrilled to share all the new information he’s uncovered.” Dean groaned and Sam grinned.

“I don’t know if lessons from nerd boy would be any better but whatever.” Dean sighed and finally relaxed back into the supple chair. “So Dobby’s not gonna kill anyone and he never has right?”

“No, Dean. As long as no one tries to kill me then Dobby is perfectly harmless.”

“What do you mean if no one tries to kill you?” Dean’s eyes narrowed minutely and Henry rolled his own eyes in response.

“I told you he’s very loyal. He’s a powerful little creature when he puts his mind to it. The thing is he never would unless someone he loved was in danger and that is basically just me, and he wouldn’t kill anyone either. He’d probably just bang ‘em around a little bit or disable them. He’s not a killer. I promise.”

The rest of the day was a little awkward but no one mentioned Dobby or anything supernatural so it went by smoothly enough. Sam went out for a run after Henry finished the breakfast Dobby had abandoned and they ate in contemplative silence. Once alone Henry decided the best way to relieve the tension was to just throw all of their clothes off and get a very different kind of work out. His bed was obviously unavailable but the desk in the study could make for some interesting role-playing ideas. Needless to say Dean wasn’t about to say no.

Lucky for them Sam made it back just a few minutes after they’d tip toed into the shower upstairs to wash up. Sam would most likely have needed a severe memory charm to stave off nightmares for the rest of his life but Henry wasn’t exactly in a position to provide just yet.

“Guys! You still here?” Sam glanced around the place but didn’t see them anywhere. He had an idea of what they’d probably gotten up to while he was gone and he’d made sure he was gone for a while just in case. He thought it might be smart to make his presence known. He didn’t want any surprises. He peeked in Henry’s room since the door was wide open but found Dobby still conked out on the bed. He heard the shower running and reminded himself he needed one as well, but probably not as badly as they did no matter how far he ran. Thank god he missed the main event.

By one that afternoon everyone had showered and dressed and reconvened downstairs. Sam and Dean had yet to have some sort of emotional reunion but that was unlikely to have happened even in the best of circumstances.

“Do you guys want to go out and get some lunch or something? You probably want to catch up and I should take care of Dobby when he wakes up soon.” Dean and Sam both shrugged and Henry couldn’t help but smile. This was maybe the first moment he got to enjoy having them both around as brothers.

The morning had sort of flown by and there wasn’t much time for pleasantries. They were both very attractive obviously, but they were very different. Henry was very curious as to what John looked like since his boys had such dissimilar features. While they may not have looked like brothers however, they sure acted like it. Many similar mannerism and expressions, it was no wonder that Henry was so drawn to Dean when he’d first seen him. He’d harbored a secret crush for Sammy their first year of friendship before he finally let it go and started to see him more like a brother. He didn’t feel even the least bit guilty thinking that Dean was the hotter brother now though.

“Sure, let’s go. I saw a place while I was out that I wanted to try and it’s not too far.” Dean nodded and gave Henry a lecherous smile on his way out earning a wink for his efforts. Sam shook his head and smiled at the scene before following after his brother.

Henry turned and ran back up the stairs two at a time, he didn’t want to leave his poor elf unconscious for too long. Dobby was still wrapped up in his bed right where he left him and he looked too sweet and peaceful compared to the state he was in when Henry knocked him out, he almost didn’t want to remove the spell just yet. The guy deserved a damn break. Plus Henry wasn’t all that eager to get back to calming him down, but he decided it was better to do so while the boys were out. Henry climbed into the bed and pulled the elf onto his lap before rousing him. Dobby blinked a few times before attempting to bolt upright but Henry held him in his arms firmly.

“Mr. Henry!” Was all he managed to get out before he was cut off.

“Shh, Dobby, everything is alright. I need you to calm down, okay? Promise me if I let you go you won’t hurt yourself.” The elf was shaking and Henry could tell he was fighting between doing to what Henry was asking and just reacting how his body would naturally. “Promise me, Dobby.”

“Dobby promises, sir.” Henry smiled and lessened his hold but kept Dobby on his lap. “Dobby is so sorry sir! Dobby was distracted by Mr. Sam and didn’t hear Mr. Dean come in! Dobby didn’t mean to show him Dobby!” Henry stroked Dobby’s back and quietly shushed him.

“I am not mad at you, Dobby. Remember I told you I would never be mad at you. Accidents happen. In fact if anyone deserves blame it should be me. I shouldn’t have put so much pressure on you to stay hidden. I should have introduced you to Dean sooner. He’s very sorry for scaring you and he will never try to hurt you again, okay?”

“Yes Henry, sir.” The elf nodded but didn’t look any calmer; in fact Henry trying to blame himself may have only made the elf more uncomfortable.

“We both know that muggles are scared of anything magical but Sam and Dean understand now. Dean is a muggle that is even more scared than most, but we had a long talk while you were resting and he’s very sorry. He’s also very sorry for hurting your stove. Do you want to go down and fix it together?” Henry hadn’t stopped the soothing circles on Dobby’s back and along with the reassurances they finally seemed to be taking effect.

“Dobby can do it sir!” Henry smiled as Dobby jumped off his lap and hopped onto the floor, then turned and spoke in a timid voice. “But Mr. Henry can come too if he would like.” Henry felt his heart swell at least a few inches knowing that Dobby needed him, but it also made him want to crucio Dean for making his dear friend so scared in his own home.

“That was some serious bullshit! I totally got reamed and I didn’t even get a shot off!” Dean laughed loudly at his brother’s indignation as they walked down the street. “Henry had to freaking sedate Dobby he was so upset, and all you got were the angry eyes! What the hell!”

“Dude, being awesome in bed has to come with some privileges, don’t you think?” Sam made a sour face and pushed his brother away.

“Dude! Do not talk about that, I so don’t want to hear it.” Dean laughed again and wrapped his brother in a headlock.

“Come on Sammy! I know you’re not exactly straight nowadays.” Sam groaned and extricated himself from Dean’s arm.

“I am so gonna kill Kevin! This day just keeps getting worse. It had so much promise too.”

“Aw, aren’t you at least a little glad to see me? It’s been years baby brother.” Sam pushed Dean away again.

“Yes. I’m honestly really glad you’re here but I definitely don’t want to hear about my brother’s sex life with my best friend and I definitely don’t want to talk about my sex life either.”

“Dude you’re having gay sex already?!” Sam threw his hands up in the air and increased his pace.

“No! Not yet! I mean, no!” Dean chuckled at Sam’s reddening face. “I said I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Yeah yeah, so what do you want to talk about?”

“Tell me how you’ve been, man. Are you not hunting with uh, with Dad anymore?” Dean watched his brother stare down at the ground but couldn’t really blame him, he didn’t exactly want to talk about Dad either.

“This last year I’ve been on my own. Getting’ a lil old to be sharing a room with Dad, don’t you think? Besides, we have our own cars and I’m fully capable of hunting on my own.” Sam smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, I’m sure you are. So you’re doing okay then, still loving the life?” Dean snorted, he knows Sam resents the way they were brought up and never appreciated how much Dean thrived in it.

“Yeah, I’ve been great. Helping people the only way I know how and ganking evil, that’s my jam. I don’t know, I guess it’s just what I do best.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll be even better than Dad in no time. Do you talk to him?” There goes shy voice again. Dean knows Sammy still cares; he doesn’t have to be afraid to ask how their Dad has been.

“Yeah, he sends a lot of hunts my way and we check in a couple times a week. He’s doing fine by the way. Still a jackass but he’s truckin’ along, saving people and brooding in his bottle of Jack.” Sam smiled almost wistfully.

“That’s good. Does he… does he ever mention me?” Sam glanced nervously at Dean before looking back to the sidewalk.

“You know Dad, he doesn’t like to show proof that he actually has emotions. I used to catch him looking at this picture of us before he noticed me noticing. He still has it in his journal though. I know he misses you, worries about you.” The corners of Sam’s mouth twitched a bit. “I’m sure he wouldn’t act like it but I know he’d love it if you called.” Sam huffed and wrung his hands to keep them from balling into fists.

“He could call me too, Dean. He’s the one who told me to never come back, that I’d abandoned our family.” Dean sighed; he really didn’t want to get into this right now. He’d only just gotten his brother back and their Dad was already ruining things without even being there.

“Yeah you’re right, but you know you’re absolutely still a part of this family. I’ll never stop looking out for you, Sam.” Sam smiled and lightly shoulder checked his brother.

“Look at you, man. Has going gay increased your tolerance for chick flick moments or something?” Dean glared and shoved his brother back.

“Shut up, I’m just saying. Bitch.”

“Jerk.” They grinned and kept walking. After ordering a roasted veggie pita and the only thing resembling meat on the menu they settled into a comfortable silence for a few minutes before someone figured out what to talk about.

“Alright, so tell me about some of the crazy shit you’ve been reading about then.” Dean sighed and Sam looked way too excited for Dean’s taste.

“Dude, are you ready for this?” Dean rolled his eyes and Sam smirked. “One word. Unicorns.” Dean’s eyes widened comically and he sputtered for a moment.

“Shut the fuck up.” Sam laughed and slapped the table.

“So fucking serious, man.” Dean was quiet for a minute before his next exclamation and Sam was brimming with new knowledge begging to be shared.

“Dude!”

“I know.”

“Dude.”

“I know. I’m starting to feel like we grew up under a rock.”

Henry took the time for himself to make a few phone calls to his club manager and then the realtor in Palo Alto making sure the place would be ready when they arrived in a few days. Once those were done, Dobby was contentedly working on his own, and the brothers still weren’t back, he spent some time in his training room. On the main floor there was the kitchen, dinning room, living room, library, and fitness room. He liked to call the fitness room: training room 1. Training room 2 was downstairs next to the garage and could not be seen by muggles and with the aid of a few charms they seemed to not want to go down there anyway. With Sam and Dean here he couldn’t risk using his magical training room and potions lab. He rarely used the potions portion anyway; Dobby was more capable in that area. Still, he knew needed to keep up his speed and strength magically and physically so that he would always be prepared for anything. Especially now that he was consorting with hunters, surely they would bring trouble just as much as he naturally did himself.

So that was where Dobby informed the Winchesters that Mr. Henry was when they returned after their lunch and strolling, the fitness room. Neither had known it was there and were actually pretty excited. Sam was pissed and complaining that Henry had been holding out on him these last few days when he could have been using it but Dean just told him to stop bitching, he was getting too damn old for that shit.

The door was ajar when they approached it and slowly pushed it open, leaving their mouths agape at what they revealed. Henry was fiercely running, rolling, diving, and jumping over obstacles and up and over platforms and bars, all while wearing a huge smile on his face. He noticed them out of the corner of his eye but needed to complete his lap and when he finished off with a flip and a perfect landing he grinned up at them and wiped the sweat off his brow.

“Hey guys, how was lunch?” Sam gulped and attempted to act like all he’d witnessed was Henry using a treadmill or something while Dean was resisting the urge to just bend Henry over right there.

“Great, at least I thought so, Dean might have had a different experience.” Henry laughed knowing the kind of place Sam would probably choose. Dean just shook his head and glared at his brother before turning back to Henry.

“Do you seriously have a parkour course set up in your house?” Henry chuckled and led them out of the room; he really needed another shower. He’d been bathing a lot since he’d met Dean, not that he was complaining, but maybe he should be looking into getting some moisturizer or something.

“It’s definitely a better workout then those little runs Sammy’s does, way more fun too.” Dean snorted in amusement and Sam huffed.

“Dude, little runs? You’ve run with me plenty of times, you’re the one that always wants to stop.”

“Yeah, because they’re bloody boring. One foot in front of the other over and over again. I don’t know how you’re usually gone a couple hours.”

“Yeah well not all of us are pixie sized and can fling ourselves all over the place.” Dean laughed at that but stopped when Henry shot him some low level angry eyes.

“Dean, you are so not aloud to complain about what my body is capable of doing.” Henry smirked at Dean’s instantly reddening face and Sam’s horrified spluttering.

“Guys! You are hereby forbidden to make any sexual references about the other in my presence. Is that clear?”

“What if it’s not a reference or innuendo but a simple statement? Like what if I said-”

“Stop right there!” That was Dean that time. He didn’t need Sam to hear where Henry was going with this either, but he’d have to remember to ask later.

“Ugh I don’t feel like showering again, twice already today and I’m sure there’ll be more.” Henry leered and Dean and Sam groaned.

“What did I just say?”

“Don’t remember, must not have been important. Dobby!” Sam was glaring at Henry but he still can’t help but smile when he sees the squeaky little elf.

“Yes Mr. Henry?” He smiled up toothily.

“Dobby would you mind giving me a cleansing charm? I’m afraid my skin is going to dry up and I’ll be a damn raisin by the end of this week.” Before he’s even finished his sentence he was sweat and odor free. “Ah thank you, you’re the best.” Dobby grinned again and popped away.

“That is just too much.” Dean said with wide mystified eyes.

“Oh come on, figure out what you guys wanna do and I’m gonna go change.” Henry obviously wasn’t going to mention that he normally would have cast the cleansing charm on himself.

When he came back down in some lightweight khakis, a vintage tank, and some thin leather flip flops he found them unsurprisingly, in the library. Sam was animatedly showing him pictures of phoenix’s and Dean was half listening but looking at the looking at the images all the same. Henry leaned against the doorway and laughed with his arms crossed. Dean looked up and smiled, he couldn’t get over how automatic his response was to seeing Henry. Especially with that smile that lit up his whole face and a shirt that paid homage to his slim but well defined golden arms and shoulders. Before Dean knew it he was standing in front of the smaller man running his hands down his arms and entwining their fingers before pulling him closer for a soft kiss or two or three, or until Sam’s mutterings increased in volume, not that either of them were actually listening.

Sam was honestly very happy for both his brother and his best friend. He knew how much both of them legitimately cared for the other, and neither of them were the type to get serious so he really knew that whatever this was between them was important. Still, he was a little freaked out by it. No one really wants to see their sibling making out so he didn’t feel guilty about that, plus he was recently confronted with his own sexual discovery and dealing with Dean’s on top of that was a bit much. Granted he hadn’t seen Dean for a couple of years and it wasn’t like he’d brought people back to the places they’d stayed with their dad so really who knew how long he’d been not straight. Knowing and seeing it with your own two eyes are two completely different things however, especially when the second party involved making damned goo-goo eyes is your best friend. To add a whole nother unwelcome layer of turmoil, Sam was starting to wonder why he’d never gone for Henry in the past, lord knows he’s had plenty of opportunities and he wasn’t blind, he knew for at least most of freshmen year that Henry was very interested. But, that was one thing he refused to dwell on, even if he was suddenly into Henry – which he wasn’t, he’d certainly missed his chance now as Dean had irrefutable claim. Not to mention Henry was head over heels for his damn brother, and probably literally too.

“So, has Sam told you about any other beasts out there?” Henry asked once they’d moved to sitting practically on top of each other on the couch next to Sam’s chair.

“Yeah he gave me quite the debrief during lunch.” Sam looked up at that and grinned.

“Dude you should have seen his face, it was hysterical. When I told him about Dragons I thought he was gonna shit himself.” Henry snorted and nudged Dean’s shoulder with his own while Dean glared at his brother.

“I obviously didn’t shit myself but what the hell did you expect? You tell me fucking unicorns and dragons and mermaids are real, like seriously, what the fuck?” Henry chuckled and ran his hand down Dean’s leg soothingly.

“I know, I learned about all this stuff when I was eleven and was completely freaked out, but also being a kid makes you more open to the fantastic I think.”

“The fantastic? Try the insane.” Sam and Henry both laughed and Henry let his head fall to rest on Dean’s shoulder. “So uh, when exactly do you guys have to head back to school?” Dean asked nervously. Sam shrugged but responded first.

“Probably tomorrow afternoon so we have Sunday to get settled before classes on Monday. There’ll probably be parties tomorrow night too that I’m sure Henry already has lined up to attend.” Henry frowned and shrugged.

“Nah, I’ve been a little distracted lately, I’ve got these super demanding house guests that are totally fucking with my social life.” Dean flicked Henry’s ear and Sam smirked at Henry’s indignant squawk.

“I’m pretty sure us fucking counts as a social life.” Sam groaned again and slammed the book he was skimming into his face. Dean and Henry chuckled.

“No, Dean. What we have is a sex life.” Henry rand his hand back up Dean legs and lightly cupped his groin. “See the difference?” Dean checked to make sure Sam’s face was still hidden behind the huge book before pulling Henry in for a rough kiss and then shoving his hand away.

“Why can’t we have both?” Dean asked somewhat quietly. Sam groaned again, he did not need to be there for their damn chick flick moments.

“Hold that thought, I’m just gonna go use the… I’m just gonna go.” Dean blushed as Sam bolted out of the room. Henry turned to face Dean, bending his leg and pulling it up onto the couch in front of him.

“I was mostly teasing but yeah, you know we can. We do.” Henry reached over and re-entwined their fingers smiling with one brow raised because Dean still looked hesitant. “What are you thinking? Just spit it out.” Dean sighed and let his head loll back onto the couch.

“I don’t… I don’t know…” Henry squeezed his hand.

“Dean, seriously. Whatever it is just say it.”

“Do you party a lot? I mean I know you do, you said as much the night we met and you took me to your fucking club. I mean, ugh, I just… I can’t believe I’m saying this but… I just don’t want you to fuck anybody else.” Dean’s eyes were squeezed shut so he missed the huge grin that took over Henry’s face but as soon as he felt Henry climb into his lap his eyes snapped open.

“Dean?” Henry whispered. “Are you asking me to go steady?” Henry asked teasingly and Dean snorted.

“Shut up. I’m sorry I know this is super soon but I’ve never done this before so I don’t even-” Henry decided to just shut him up right there by attacking his mouth with his own.

Dean responded eagerly running his hands up Henrys thighs that were spread across his waist and slowly progressed up his backside and under his shirt. Henry undulated in his lap gripping his hair and angling Dean’s head for optimal access. After the unfortunate need for air drove them apart Henry smiled and rested his forehead on Dean’s.

“I honestly can’t imagine even just that being as good with anyone else. Can you?” Dean smiled shyly and brought their lips together again. Fifteen minutes later and Sam gave them the standard exasperated throat clearing from the doorway. Reluctantly they parted and Henry slid off to sit next to Dean again, both red faced and hiding their mutual arousal.

“What’s up Sam?” Dean grumbled. Henry snorted at the choice of phrase but rolled his lips into his mouth to refrain from commenting, neither of them would appreciate it he knew.

“So you guys all happy and official now?” Henry turned and glared over the top of the couch at his friend and Dean just grumbled again.

“What did you want Sam?” Henry questioned, less than amused.

“Well seeing as this will be our last night here for the summer, I thought we should do something exciting.”

“Not sure if you noticed but we were well on our way there.” Dean chuckled and Henry looked back at him and smiled lecherously.

“Well not sure if you noticed, but this was our week that Dean seems to have absconded.” Henry rolled his eyes. Sam was the one who spent half the week in his library.

“Fine, did you have something in mind?” Sam made his way back into the room and sat down.

“Not really, you were supposed to be my guide, remember?” Henry thought for a moment before grinning evilly and Sam was beginning to regret asking.

“Okay, I have an idea. Actually I’m excited, I haven’t done it in a while.” Both Sam and Dean looked equally nervous and Henry rolled his eyes again. “Oh relax, it’s not that crazy and I don’t even think it’s illegal.” Dean laughed and nodded.

“I’m in.” Not wanting to be out done or left out Sam agreed.

“Anyone have any preference for dinner later tonight? I know Dean isn’t the most adventurous with his food…”

“Hey! Well, kinda I guess.”

“Won’t Dobby want to make something for your last night home?” Sam asked and Henry shrugged.

“He won’t mind, he’s moving to Palo Alto with us anyway.”

“He’s what?” Sam squawked.

“Don’t worry he’s usually really good about keeping hidden.”

“But you have people over constantly!” Dean shifted uncomfortably.

“Sam! Don’t be so dramatic. I do not, and I certainly won’t be anymore.” Sam eyed his brother and his friend and nodded.

“Fine, sorry. It’ll be awesome to have Dobby there.”

“Seriously, fuck a meal plan. I can’t wait.” Sam laughed and nodded in agreement.

“Wait dude. You’re literally paying for my whole life. My house, my food, and don’t think I didn’t figure out who is paying my main grant this year. The Malfoy Foundation? Did you really think I wouldn’t find out? It’s like expected of us to write thank you letters.” Henry’s eyes widened and he blushed furiously for the umpteenth time that day.

“How long have you known? Why didn’t you say anything?” Dean was watching the two closely.

“Since my grant was approved in February. I didn’t want it to be uncomfortable, but you’ll notice you didn’t get a thank you letter. What was I supposed to say in a formal letter to my best friend thanking him for ten grand?”

“It was only ten?” Sam rolled his eyes and Henry winced. “I mean, I told them twenty but I guess the person who deals with those things decided otherwise, sorry.” Dean couldn’t help but chuckle at that. This was just yet another ludicrous situation.

“Those people? What do you mean?”

“The Malfoy Foundation is real, it wasn’t just a front to help you pay for school, Sam. Jeez.”

“Really? Who runs it? How much money do you guys give out every year?”

“Sam!” Dean admonished. “You can’t ask people that, even I know that’s just rude.”

“Shut up, Dean. Henry is my best friend, I can ask whatever I want but he doesn’t have to answer.”

“Ugh, it’s a scholarship foundation I set up before I even met you. I started it to help students go to my school back in Scotland. It’s really expensive but a lot of kids deserve to go there. I just passed along your grant and whispered to some of the board. Please don’t worry about it, I need the tax breaks.” Sam was helplessly silent for a minute before nodding once. “You might want to send that thank you letter though. I’m sure they would appreciate it especially since I think you’re the only American they’re sponsoring. Kinda living up to the reputation, Sammy.”

“Fuck. I wish you’d told me!”

“Or you could have asked!” Sam’s face fell in his hands and Dean laughed again. “How did you recognize the Malfoy name anyway, I don’t remember mentioning the last name.”

“Well you wouldn’t. You only ever talked about him blackout drunk.” Henry’s eyes shifted nervously to Dean’s then back to Sam’s.

“Right… so dinner later?” Henry lamely tried to change the subject.

“Whatever you guys want. I’m sure I can find something to eat wherever.” Dean welcomed the change; this was too uncomfortable. He didn’t want to think about how much money Henry apparently had or whoever this mystery person was.

“Ooh! How about fish ‘n chips? We could go to the pier? You haven’t been there yet.” Sam nodded lacking enthusiasm. “They’ll have more than fried food don’t worry, but I haven’t had fish ‘n chips in forever.” Henry looked too excited for Sam’s suddenly somber mood to last much longer and Dean had perked up at the sound of ‘fried’. “Great! I’ll go make a reservation.” With that Henry ran out of the room leaving the brothers in an awkward silence.

“Don’t you feel like a dick?” Dean asked teasingly.

“Ugh, fuck you Dean.” Sam laughed, “and why does fish and chips need a reservation? I mean seriously?”

“Yeah, I know. I’d think you’d be used to this by now though, you’ve been friends for a long time now.”

“It was a little different at school though. I mean he was obviously loaded but it’s so much more obvious when he’s not in our dorm and eating in the dinning halls with me.”

“Are you uncomfortable with all this?”

“I don’t know, kinda. I just don’t like feeling like I’m taking advantage or like I can’t take care of myself.”

“Yeah I feel ya. I just keep telling myself it makes him happy. Besides, I mean, why can’t we let someone take care of us a little? We’ve been taking care of ourselves our whole lives basically.”

“Dude, you’re so whipped.”

“I so am not. It would honestly be more uncomfortable to refuse him at every turn, don’t you think?” Sam sighed, he knew that all too well.

“Too true.”

Dinner turned out to be well worth it. A beautiful patio table on the end of the pier lit with candles and lanterns set the scene to enjoy their drinks and various forms of seafood and steak in Dean’s case. Everyone seemed to forget the tension from hours previous and were laughing and talking, mostly about the upcoming year and a few horror stories from Dean’s solo hunts. Henry was not amused by how many close calls he’d had, he would need to do something about that later.

They walked along the pier, purchasing a bit of candy at the severely overpriced sweet shop that only made Henry wish for some chocolate frogs, but Dean was excited for the sour watermelon strips. The summer air whipped around them and Henry couldn’t help but feel extremely content. Everything really seemed to be going right for once. He didn’t even begin to let himself think about all that could go wrong should more truths come to light, because right now, life was perfect. He ran to catch back up with the brothers, slipping between the two and taking Dean’s hand in his and smiling back up at Dean when he smiled down at him with a long red strip hanging between his teeth. Sam smiled and shook his head. They really were pretty cute together, it almost made him sick.

“Okay follow me.” Henry grinned and ran with Dean’s hand still in his and Sam close behind. They stopped abruptly in the shadows behind one of the shops.

“Dude, if you just wanted to make out you shouldn’t have had me follow you.” Henry ignored him.

“Dobby!” Henry called and the brothers shouted simultaneously in response.

“Are you crazy!”

“What are you doing?”

Dobby popped up in front of them, he had an idea what his master needed. He knew that he hadn’t told Mr. Sam and Mr. Dean he was a wizard so he couldn’t very well apparate anywhere them himself.

“Where to Mr. Henry?” Dobby’s big eyes were one of the only things that seemed to catch enough light deep in the shadows and Dean was more than a little creeped out. Henry leaned down to whisper in is floppy oversized ear. Dobby grinned and nodded and with another pop all four vanished.

“What the hell!”

“What the fuck!”

Henry laughed, thanked Dobby, and told him he’d call for him later with a wink.

“Seriously, what just happened?” Dean demanded, but the massive aquarium surrounding them had already distracted Sam.

“I just asked Dobby for a quick jump, this place is over an hour away and I didn’t feel like a drive.”

“A little warning next time might be nice!” Henry laughed again and pressed himself up against Dean.

“Oh come on where’s the fun in that?” Dean rolled his eyes and Henry wrapped his arms around his neck. “Besides, isn’t this amazing?” Dean finally managed to look around and his eyes almost doubled in size.

Above them a tiger shark swam by while different plants swayed back and forth beside them with colorful fish diving in and out of the kelp. The entire tunnel was illuminated in a soft turquoise glow, the rippling of the water casting patterns and shadows along the floor and their bodies. Dean looked back down at Henry and smiled before wrapping his hands around his waist to pull him flush for a kiss. To be considerate they kept it short for Sam’s sake.

“I’m assuming this place isn’t open right now?” Henry just shrugged, of course Sam would ask.

“Where are we?” Dean asked with more than a small amount of awe in his voice, Henry smiled.

“The Monterey Bay Aquarium; I can’t wait to go see the otters next, they’re my favorite. Or maybe the beluga whales, I can never decide. The otters are definitely more entertaining I guess.” Sam shook his head and then lied down on his back in the middle of the tunnel staring up and around him with his arms folded behind his head.

Henry smiled and moved to do the same, pulling Dean down with him. Dean folded one arm behind his head and left the other outstretched for Henry to rest his head on, together they watched the beautiful underwater world going on around them in silence.

“You know that hundreds of people walk through here everyday right?” Henry threw out there mischievously after many minutes had passed. Dean snorted and Henry smiled at feeling the movement along his side and under his head.

“Way to ruin the moment, dumbass,” Sam retorted and Henry laughed.

“Dude, a little dirt on your back is nothing compared to monster guts in your face.” Dean reasoned and Sam snorted looking over at the pair and laughing when the comment caused Henry to cling a little tighter to his brother.

“How about those otters?” Dean asked to distract Henry.

“Yes! Let’s go.” Henry stood and held his hand out for Dean to take, which he rolled his eyes at but he still took the offered hand.

The brothers weren’t strangers to sneaking around places they shouldn’t be so that aspect wasn’t as much of a thrill as it could have been but they were enjoying running from tank to tank and laughing at the otters and penguins antics. Dean insisted that they check out the Shark tank, he’d read that a curator had been killed in a freak accident a couple months ago and really wanted to see the beasts. Henry had never been a fan of the big sharks but Dean was too enthusiastic to refuse, and Sam seemed equally excited.

They snuck into the enclosure with Henry going through first and nonverbally casting alohamora and leaving the door wide open for a quick exit. Conveniently neither brother had yet questioned why every door they tried had been unlocked. The Winchesters were watching the hammerheads closely and talking animatedly about how ‘badass’ they were but Henry was half hiding behind Dean, peeking out and looking at the sharks speculatively.

“Dude, you are not seriously afraid of sharks? They’re behind like a foot of glass or something, they aren’t gonna getcha.” Dean laughed and Henry rolled his eyes but didn’t move any closer to the glass. Just then the door slammed shut behind them followed by a loud click of metal falling into place locking them in. Henry cursed, he couldn’t very well magic it unlocked now. Guess this is where their tour was going to end; he could call Dobby once the brothers had their fill of the damn flesh eating sea creatures.

Suddenly an inhuman screech had all three of them whipping back around only to witness a completely mangled and drenched spirit. The woman threw her arms out with another wail and Sam flew towards the glass but Henry’s reflexes were still unmatched and silently slowed his progress to minimize the impact of the blow. Dean had already whipped his pistol from his waistband and had fired two shots into the spirit who dissolved with a vicious sneer.

“Dobby!” Dean ran over to Sam who was shaking his head dazedly but seemed to be okay, no broken bones which was a miracle to the two of them. The elf popped in with a smile but instantly grew worried at the sight before him. “Home Dobby, now!” Two seconds later they were plopped down into the living room with Dobby fussing over Sam and then vanishing and returning within seconds to force-feed him a headache potion. No one said anything, just sat down stoically for a few moments.

“Well, I guess being torn apart by sharks counts as a violent death, huh?” Dean tried to laugh but Sam just glared at him and then Henry for chuckling also.

“Sure this is funny to you, you weren’t the ones thrown around the room.”

“Oh relax, you’re fine. Dobby gives you a perfect bill of health.” Dobby nodded profusely and Dean snorted.

“Looks like I’ve got a hunt.” Dean grinned, looking too much like a shark for Henry to be comfortable. He would never feel like his fear of sharks was irrational ever again. “Dude, shark attack! How awesome is that?” Henry rolled his eyes. Why was he dating this guy? Sam walked over and smacked Dean on the back of the head, which escalated into a ridiculous slap fight that Henry had to whistle loudly to break up.

“Great, now that you’re done fighting like sorority betches over the last jello shot, I could use a fucking drink. Let’s go.” Without waiting for a response he booked it for the front door but then remembered his manners and turned back to Dobby. “Thank you for rescuing us Dobby, you are truly a life saver.” Dobby beamed up at him.

“Anything for Mr. Henry, sir!” Henry smiled and nodded before walking out the door followed by Sam and Dean who nodded and briefly thanked the elf as well.

Henry was moving at warp speed and even with his shorter legs Sam was the only one who didn’t need to jog every few steps to keep up.

“I can’t fucking believe we had to find a fucking spirit on our last night here! That was such bullshit, I swear you Winchesters attract more trouble than even I do. Or maybe the three of us combined is like the unholy trinity or something.” Sam laughed and silently agreed.

“Yeah, but this is a pretty cool hunt you gotta admit.” Dean caught up with Henry and slid his hand into his to slow him down a notch. “And this hunt will keep me close which I don’t mind.” Henry sighed and smiled up at Dean.

“Yeah, that’s true. You can stay at my place if you want when we head back down tomorrow. You can have Dobby bring you by when you’re done for the night too.” Dean looked a little nervous about that but didn’t shoot it down which pleased Henry, maybe Dean would get more comfortable with Dobby in time.

“Dean!” Kevin screeched and leaned across the bar to plant a sloppy kiss on his cheek. “When did you get back, baby?” Sam rolled his eyes and sat down at the bar.

“Actually I was here last night but I was just looking for Henry so I guess you didn’t see me.” Kevin nodded and gave his boss a questioning glance. Henry smiled and gave a single nod that lit up Kevin’s face in turn.

“Well what do you want, gorgeous? Anything.” Henry snorted and gestured for a drink.

“The strong shit, love.” Kevin nodded and pulled out three small glasses and a full bottle of Firewhiskey. Three shots later and Henry was feeling a little better, especially after watching Dean struggle with the harsh substance.

“What the hell is this? I mean, I can drink, but this shit isn’t natural.” Sam laughed and nodded.

“You bite your tongue. This is from my country, I’ve been drinking it since I was fifteen. Nothing better.”

“Well shit.”

“Come on, one more and then I want to climb you like a tree on the dance floor.” Sam groaned and his brother grinned. Henry turned to look at Sam with a smirk. “Hey it’s a Friday night do you see Tommy anywhere? You should text him.” Dean laughed and his little brother blushed.

“Tommy, huh?”

“I don’t know, man. I don’t want to give him the wrong idea.” Kevin walked back over at that point.

“And what idea would that be, honey? That you want to run your hands all over his tight body and shove your tongue down his throat again?” Dean choked on his drink and Henry had to beat his back to help settle him. Firewhiskey was harsh enough going down the right pipe.

“Uh, yeah.” Sam mumbled.

“Oh shut up, you know you want to. Guys at Dray’s don’t expect to find love Sam, don’t worry about it.” Henry’s eyes widened at the nickname for the place and he quickly looked down when all three noticed his surprise. He didn’t know any other staff called it that but he probably should have expected it, he’d more than likely given it that name himself, especially drunk.

“Alright, well you think about it and we’ll go dance, but please try to have fun.” Henry patted his friend’s arm and dragged Dean away.

Making it half way through the mass Henry spun back around and threw his hands up in the air, rolling his hips to the beat. Dean took a moment to appreciate the view before he felt too awkward; he wasn’t one to dance by himself. He reached out and pulled Henry against him, letting the smaller man’s arms fall onto his shoulders before they moved around his neck to play with the fine hair there. It only took a few minutes of them grinding against each other and sharing each breath before they were almost painfully hard. Looks like not even the vengeful assault of a shark attack victim could ruin their night. A half an hour later they made their way back towards Kevin for another drink.

“Hey, what happened to Sam?” Kevin smirked and pointed to one of the many sloppy couples wrapped around each other in the throng.

“Tommy got here about ten minutes ago.” Dean shook his head and laughed as Henry cat-called across the dance floor. Luckily they either couldn’t hear him or were sufficiently distracted.

“What did you say to him?” Henry asked, delight written all over his face.

“Not much, just plied him with alcohol and told him to take the monster stick out of his ass and to try filling it with something much more pleasurable.” Henry laughed loudly but Dean couldn’t help but grimace. Not exactly an image he wanted associated with his baby brother.

“You deserve a raise my friend.” Kevin laughed and pointed in his bosses face.

“Don’t think I’m going to forget you said that.” Dean chuckled and gestured for another drink.

“Yeah yeah, tell Zane and have him give me a call.” Kevin smiled broadly and nodded, he didn’t actually think Henry was serious.

Henry and Dean knocked a back a few more before returning to the swarm of sweaty bodies and steering clear of Sammy so as not to spook him. Eventually they became far too desperate for the other and knew they needed to leave before they wouldn’t be able to keep things PG-13 anymore.

“Come on, Sam can find his way back later.” Henry reached up to whisper in Dean’s ear.

In no time they were wrapped up in Henry’s bed with just the feel of the soft down and their slick skin gliding against each other’s.

“Dean… yes, right there.” Henry moaned and arched his back, pressing his chest firmly against Dean’s while gripping his shoulders tightly. A few more perfectly aimed and powerful thrusts were all it took and they were clinging to each other, tongues battling and legs shaking. After a minute of panting and soft stroking Dean rolled half way off Henry, slowly leaving his body and pulling him close to connect their mouths again. Henry knew what Dean was saying without any words being spoken, he reached over for a tissue to wipe down his abdomen and wrap Dean’s spent plastic before tossing it in the bin and nuzzling in even closer. Maybe he didn’t need to follow his shower policy every time. He would much rather enjoy the rich and heady scent of Dean’s body and the intensity they had just shared.

After lying together quietly for a while, drifting towards a booze and sex induced sleep, Henry felt Dean’s body tense rather that relax. He looked up at Dean’s face from his perch on his chest and raised his eyebrows in question but Dean’s eyes were closed and his face looked pained.

“Dean, what’s wrong?” Dean sighed and ran his hand soothingly up and down Henry’s arm.

“Nothing’s wrong, let’s just sleep.” Dean tilted his head and kissed Henry’s temple with a strained smile.

“Dean, please. If you really want this to work you should just tell me, I’m not gonna go anywhere.” Dean took a deep breath and exhaled slowly as Henry’s hand played with the few fine hairs running down Dean’s abdomen.

“I just… I just don’t want you to leave tomorrow, but I know it’s stupid okay? I’m a hunter, I’m constantly traveling and you’re in school. That’s just going to be how it is.” Dean grumbled and Henry let himself smile softly. That was definitely one of the more welcome problems Dean could propose, because Henry could fix that. Henry propped himself up on an elbow and entwined one of his legs between Dean’s before speaking.

“Dean, we can still see each other all the time. I don’t want you to worry about that okay? Wherever you are, in the whole world even, Dobby can take me there anytime. Okay?” Dean’s eyes widened and a smile spread across his face as the idea seemed to process.

“That’s incredible.” Dean grinned and pulled Henry down for a death-defying kiss that left them both gasping for air.

The next morning they didn’t have goodbye sex, more like see-you-later sex, which was much more satisfying. Dean and Henry made their way downstairs after showering and getting a little bit of packing done so Henry wouldn’t be stressed later. They stopped abruptly at the bottom of the steps with matching wide eyes and open mouths witnessing Sam giving Tommy what appeared to be a very heated goodbye kiss. They pulled apart completely oblivious to their audience and turned sharply once Henry started to slow clap.

“Fuck that was hot.” Dean groaned and swatted Henry playfully. Sam blushed furiously but Tommy chuckled and smiled.

“Hey Henry, uh I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Tommy.” Dean smiled menacingly and nodded but clasped the outstretched hand.

“Dean. Sammy’s big brother.” Dean’s eyes narrowed and Tommy shifted uncomfortably while Sam rolled his eyes behind him.

“Leave him alone Dean, and don’t call me Sammy.” Henry laughed at the scene, it deserved to be on a reality show or something. It wasn’t the first time he’d thought about how popular a reality show of his fucked up life would be, not that he’d ever want the whole world to see his whole damn life.

“Pardon my lil’ brother, he doesn’t know how to be polite when family and friends come together.” Sam snorted and Henry shook with silent laughter.

“Oh shut up Dean, half of the time you don’t even use a fucking fork. Come on Tommy, I’ll walk you out.”

“Aw Sammy and Tommy, that’s just adorable ain’t it?” Sam groaned and led Tommy outside while Henry heartily agreed.

Once the door had shut behind them both young men burst out laughing, clinging to each other to keep from falling.

“Poor Sam! He probably wants to kill us right now.” Dean just kept laughing and attempted to wipe the tears forming in his eyes. “I can’t believe he brought him back here! How far do you think they went? Did lil’ Sammy lose his man-card? It would be kinda cosmic if you both lost it in my house.” Dean caught his breath and spun to face Henry who had just seemed to realize what he’d said and was trying to slip away but Dean had a solid grip on his shoulder.

“Wait what did you just say?”

“I asked how far you think your little brother got. Do you think Sammy was a top or a bottom his first time? I’m gonna guess top, I think Tommy prefers to bottom anyway.” Henry was hoping for a disturbing distraction but Dean just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

“Was it really that obvious? Was I… was I bad or something?” Henry smirked at Dean’s blush and shook his head.

“If you recall, I was blown away. It wasn’t the sex that gave you away, honestly. The sex was awesome, why do you think I kept you around at first?” Dean let himself smile a bit and Henry thought it looked a little too smug.

“Then what was it?”

“Our date or whatever that was. You didn’t really seem like you’d ever gone out with a guy before. Even if you had slept with guys you would have been a little more at ease, but then once we got our clothes off you were very much in your comfort zone. That much was obvious.” Dean chuckled and nodded before wrapping an arm around Henry’s shoulders and dragging him to the kitchen. Henry was just relieved that Dean was satisfied with that explanation. It was pretty true but obviously wasn’t the irrefutable proof Henry had gotten.

“Morning, Dobby. Have you been getting ready for our move?” The elf nodded and smiled up at them.

“Yes Sir! Dobby has already moved all of the foods except for breakfast, Sir and most of your books that Sir said he wanteds. Does Mr. Henry want to drive to the new house or does he want Dobby to take him. Dobby can put the car in the garage if Mr. Henry would like Dobby to do that now.” Dean shook his head, Dobby was just such an insane creature, he could literally do anything it seemed and it was kinda scary if Dean let himself dwell on it.

“Thank you for getting everything ready Dobby, you’re such a great help, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I think Sam and I will drive the car down later this afternoon though, it’s a nice day and only about an hours drive.” Dobby nodded again and scurried off to continue packing and popping back and forth between houses. “Come on looks like breakfast is already out.”

A few minutes later Sam came back inside and joined them without making eye contact causing both of them to smirk at each other and not attempt to meet Sam’s eyes either. No one likes having their own game thrown back in their face, if he wants to act like a lil’ bitch he’s going to be treated like one.

“So where do you think you’re gonna start with this hunt?” Dean grinned at that, crazy bastard was way too into sharks.

“Look her up, find out where she was buried. Hopefully it’s as simple as it sounds. I’m praying most of her body is buried somewhere and not in a sharks belly or something. That might be difficult to salt and burn underwater.” Sam snorted and the other two looked over at him expectantly, like ‘oh so now you’ve got something to say?’ Sam rolled his eyes and went back to his breakfast.

“Yeah, that does not sound pleasant. Okay I want you to promise me that if you ever find yourself in a no-win situation that you’ll call for Dobby and have him get you out of there. I know you’re not comfortable with Dobby yet, but if you die I’ll find a way to bring you back to life and kill you all over again myself. Promise?” Henry’s eyes narrowed and Dean avoided his stare before he grumbled a ‘yes’ and looked back down at his breakfast to shove a bite into his mouth.

After breakfast Dean and Henry shared a long kiss before Dean left to work and to let Sam and Henry get ready to pack and head out.

“See you later” Henry murmured and Dean smiled.

“Yep. Bye.” Henry smiled and watched as Dean drove off in his impala.

Around three Henry had packed up all of his bags and let Sam pack up however many books he wanted to bring with them, a good number Dobby had already moved however. The drive was smooth and enjoyable, the wind whipping around them with the sun still high in the sky.

Henry thought about Gabriel for most of the drive. It had been two years since he’d last seen his angel and he couldn’t help but feel like as perfect as life seemed right now, it would be even better if he could share it with Gabe. The archangel had said he could be gone up to four or five years but Henry kept hoping it might only be the one or two he’d also said it could take. What could possibly be going on in heaven that needed him for so long, especially since nothing had made him need to go up there for thousands of years? He felt a heavy foreboding weighing on him. He just hoped that he didn’t end up dragging the Winchesters into whatever this was by letting himself get so close to them. The Winchesters may be formidable hunters but all he wanted now was to keep them safe and as far from whatever crisis the angels may be dealing with.

He was no stranger to loss and the emptiness that could dwell inside you, but right now he wanted Gabriel back more than anything. He was sure that Gabriel would love Dean even if their personalities may be too similar for them to be best friends. He would definitely need to hide Sam though; Gabe would be all over that like a fat kid on cake. Or maybe just like Gabriel on cake, or maybe Gabriel on a lollipop. At that thought Henry chuckled to himself and smiled over at Sam who smiled back at him with the wind blowing his hair in his face and peaceful calm in his eyes. He would do anything to make sure these brothers stayed that way.
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