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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 5:

Harry woke up slowly, eyebrows coming together in a frown. It was morning already? Opening his eyes, Harry sat up in the bed and rubbed the sleep from his face. Something felt off. He immediately knew why when he finally looked around. He was in a motel room.

After having a major freak-out over suddenly being in a motel room instead of the flat he'd fallen asleep in, Harry found out he was in a motel room in Georgia. It was confusing for Harry, to suddenly be all alone in a strange place he didn't know. Fortunately, Harry Potter was used to odd happenings, so he'd set out with the few belongings he had.

Apparently, the pouch Hermione had given him as a gift had gone with him to the flat he'd woken up in, he just hadn't been wearing it. It had been in the drawer by the bed, how it had ended up there Harry hadn't known, but he figured magic was involved and decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, he'd donned the pouch and hadn't taken it off since. It was a good thing he'd done so, he would've mourned its loss if he'd woken up without it in that motel room.

The pouch didn't have much that would be helpful in the situation Harry found himself in, the broken mirror from Sirius, the broken pieces of his wand, his father's invisibility cloak, a few books of Hermione's she had been too paranoid over to leave just anywhere, and some galleons. If he was lucky, maybe he could sell the galleons for some money. Surely someone would be interested in purchasing the odd coins.

Once he secured some money, he would worry about finding out where he was, and try to figure out what the bloody hell had happened.

He hoped Dean and Sam were okay, if they were real.

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Dean left the bar, ignoring the woman at the bar who'd been sending him heated looks all night. Everything was shit, had been for a while now. Things had just gone right down hill; all the seals had been broken, Lucifer had been set free, he was Michael's vessel, and Sam... Sam was somewhere else. He had grown tired of watching over Sam all the time, watching him make mistakes. Sam hadn't listened to him, instead he'd chosen to listen to a demon.

So, he'd agreed with Sam, told him to leave. Now he was alone. Sometimes, he wondered what would've happened if he'd chosen to stay in that false world Zachariah had created. He wouldn't be dealing with this mess, if he had. Wouldn't have had to watch Sam turn to a demon over him, Sam's older brother. He would've been with Harry...

Dean shook his head, trying to dislodge that train of thought before it took off. It was no use. Hell, he couldn't even hook up with anyone, and it wasn't like he hadn't tried. It was easy to sweet talk a woman into doing anything he wanted, but whenever he got to actually doing anything his heart just wasn't in it. Too many curves where there should have been the lean softness of faint muscles that weren't fully developed, hair not dark enough or wild and untamed looking, eyes no where near as green.

It wasn't fair. That bastard Zachariah had probably just created Harry to fuck with Dean's head. He was known as a ladies’ man, after all, why not mess around and make him doubt himself. Only, Dean wasn't so sure about Zachariah having anything to do with Harry.

The angel hadn't made any mention of him at all, and there had been plenty of opportunity to mock Dean over his lack of home run's in the bedroom lately. Even Sam had been giving him odd looks before their split. Waitresses barely getting a glance as he'd order, potential conquests ignored in the bars. Sam would mention someone checking him out and Dean would make an excuse, letting the chance for some action go.

It was really starting to piss him off, how he would check the color of people's eyes and hair, find them wanting, and would suddenly not have any interest in them.

At the rate he was going, he wouldn't be getting laid in a while.

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Time had passed quickly from the morning he'd woken up in that motel room. Using the only resources he'd had available, he'd managed to get some money from the few galleons he'd had in his pouch around his neck. Hermione would've been proud of his resourcefulness. He'd always been adaptable.

Moving from one state to another, he made more quick cash by taking odd jobs where he could find them. Eventually he'd made enough to buy an old used car. He had no idea what model it was, as he'd never really needed to know such things, but he liked the shape and color of it. It was a dark blue, and it was all his.

With the new mode of transportation, he was able to travel even more than he had before, moving from place to place quickly. He never stayed long, just long enough to sate his curiosity about a place. During his travels, the idea to look up Harry Evans hit him, and wouldn't leave until he'd done so. He began looking through any leads he could find, but there wasn't any person that he could find that matched his build and age. Not unless he was a forty-two year old with a wife and three kids, weighing in at three hundred and two pounds.

It was frustrating, and only brought more unanswered questions to mind. So far the only thing he knew about his situation was thus; he'd died and gone to some odd purgatory where he was given a choice, he'd chosen to move on, he'd been taken to another world, the people in that world apparently weren't supposed to be there either, the supernatural still existed in that world, he'd woken up again in possibly another new world, and Harry Evans did not exist anywhere that he could find.

He'd even tried using magic to find him, but it didn't work at all. The location spell he'd attempted ended up not showing anything, which only happened if there was no one it could find. If his doppelganger had been dead, the spell would've indicated such, and if he himself was Harry Evans, the spell would've shown that as well. So if Harry Evans didn't even exist, then had he really taken anyone's place? Perhaps the memories that Dean had received were just put there by whatever magic had brought Harry there. Maybe it was a security measure, to make sure that someone would know Harry, even if those memories were false.

Sometimes Harry wondered if this was his punishment for not choosing correctly. Perhaps it had all been a test of the worth of his soul, and just maybe, he'd chosen wrong. Why else show him the kind of life he could've had, then simply take it from him. Now he was here, all alone in this world that was so much like his, yet not. He'd tried returning to England, tried looking for Hogwarts and the platform at the train station. There wasn't anything to find, though. Magic such as his didn't exist in this different world Harry found himself in.

Instead, he'd found a different kind of magic. During his travels he'd stumbled across the supernatural of this new world, he'd found a man fighting a woman. Apparently the woman was a witch, but she didn't have a wand or any types of potions. Instead, she'd used a book, and read aloud her spells to combat the man.

Harry hadn't needed to watch the scene long to know she was up to terrible deeds, so he'd gone and helped the man.

The man had introduced himself afterwards, as Rufus.

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He was leaving after his latest hunt, driving down the dark road in the dead of night, rain coming down in soft waves, the wind dancing through it. Def Leppard's, "Too Late For Love", blaring through the Impala's speakers. Things had been relatively quiet lately, Bobby decided it was his job to keep him updated with Sam, telling him how he was doing. Dean didn't bother saying anything during those times, just listened and changed the subject when the man was done.

Castiel still popped in on him and kept him up to speed on the hunt for God, he didn't have the heart to keep telling the angel how useless it was. It wouldn't be fair to take away the angel's last hope. He recognized an act of desperation when he saw one, and it was clear that Castiel didn't have anymore ideas on what he could do to help.

Dean hit the fast forward on the tape deck, and promptly slammed on the brakes when two men suddenly rolled out into the middle of the road through the tall trees of the forest. He stared in shock as the smaller figure of what looked to be a man lifted his arms high above his head, the gleaming light of a long knife in his hands caught the gaze of the full moon. The man, no beast, below the smaller man snarled and threw the smaller man off of his body.

The tiny body went flying across the road, rolling onto the wet earth. Dean climbed out to help what he could only assume was a hunter, pulled his gun out of his pocket and shot a few salt rounds into the creature. Unfortunately, all of his guns with silver bullets were in the trunk of the Impala, so really, he was only pissing off the werewolf. The werewolf went back a bit from the hits of the bullets, but turned immediately after and roared at Dean. The creature charged at him, and Dean was readying himself to leap out of the way, when another body flew at the werewolf! Dean gaped at the tiny figure, who'd leapt onto the beast's imposing figure and stabbed the werewolf in the back of its neck.

The werewolf let out an agonized howl of pain as it dropped to the ground, carrying the little hunter with it. The hunter swiftly cut the werewolf's throat, ending its suffering quickly. The only sound left was the sound of quiet rain and heavy panting. Dean stared hard through the rain, trying to make out more of the person's features. Unfortunately, it'd have to wait until he could get the person somewhere else, as the rain was making it impossible to make out anything.

"Hey! You alright?!" He called through the sound of the water, that was picking up in strength.

The figure nodded, and Dean figured it was time to get going.

"Come on! I'll give 'ya a ride to the next town!" Dean didn't bother waiting for a reply and turned back to the Impala.

Climbing in, he reached into the back and pulled out a couple of towels, wiping himself off. His poor baby was gonna get water all over her nice leather. He sighed to himself and watched the hunter approach the car. Even passing by the lights of the Impala, Dean still couldn't make anything out. The door opened and the hunter slid into the car. Dean tossed the other towel at- well at the person, as he still couldn't figure out if it was a male or female.

"Thank you." A soft lilting English accent greeted Dean's ears, making him freeze in the act of shifting the Impala into drive.

"You're welcome." He grunted, and drove away.

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Harry wasn't sure if he should be pissed at Rufus for sending him on the hunt for the werewolf or not. On the one hand, he'd been itching for a hunt, on the other, he'd lost his car. The damn werewolf had screwed it all up when it decided to slam into his side of the car, effectively causing him to drive right into a tree. From there it had been a game of deadly hide and seek, Harry sometimes hiding from and other times seeking out the wolf.

Finally, everything had come to a head when he'd gotten fed up and tackled the beast. Of course, his strange luck had caused him to end up running into a man. A man who apparently wasn't surprised by the werewolf and instead, had actually helped him kill the wolf. Harry didn't usually end up hitching rides from strangers, but considering he was in the middle of nowhere, he'd decided not to make a fuss and got into the car.

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They managed to find a little town after an hour and a half of driving. Dean got a room, and all but dragged the other person inside. He still wasn't sure what to make of the situation, and he certainly wasn't about to let someone who'd ganked a werewolf out of his sight. At least not until he was sure of the person.

"Here, dry yourself off." Dean pulled a towel from the bathroom and tossed it to the other.

He dried himself off and finally turned to check out the person he'd brought with him.

With the towel in the way, he couldn't make out the person's face, but he did make out a few wavy locks of black hair from beneath the towel. Dean could finally tell that it was a man, albeit a small one, dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of dark jeans. Tight jeans. He tore his eyes away and cleared his throat once he realized he was staring at the legs encased in those jeans.

"So, what's your name?" Dean dabbed at his soaked leather jacket that he held in his hands with the towel, while he waited for an answer.

"Harry." The man stopped rubbing his hair and peeked out from behind it with one of his eyes.

Dean froze and glanced up at... Harry? His eyes widened when he saw the green eye. Soon there were two green eyes staring at him in equal shock, Harry's hands slowly lowered the towel.

"Dean?" Harry whispered in what sounded like awe to Dean, but he wasn't sure.

Hearing his name did snap him out of the stand still he was in though, as he whipped his gun out and pointed it steadily at Harry's forehead.

"Whoa, what are you doing?" Harry took a small step back and held up his hands, palms out, in a placating manner.

"Did that douchebag of an angel send you?!" Dean's stony expression watched Harry's every reaction, searching for one sign of deception on his part.

"Angel? I- what?" Harry's confused face looked far too genuine to Dean to be any sort of act, but he didn't lower his weapon just yet.

"Cut the act! You just suddenly appear out of nowhere during the time that Zachariah was pulling a mind fuck on Sam and me? Tell me why he placed you there! What's your role in

all of this?!" Dean barked out harshly.

"Look, I don't know any Zachariah. I do have a theory on why I was placed with you, though. I think the magic that-" Harry's eyes pleaded for Dean to believe him, but Dean was feeling stubborn.

"See, that's what's really got me wonderin'. Why'd the douche employ a demon's bitch to carry out his dirty work? Huh? Angels can't stand demons, so I doubt he was jumping for joy at the prospect." Dean's eyes narrowed and his finger itched to pull the trigger and end the witch's life.

"I don't- Demon's bitch? I don't know what you're talking about! I'm not working with any angels and I sure as hell am not some demon's bitch!" Harry's eyes finally lit up with anger at the accusations flying from Dean's mouth.

He couldn't understand why the man was saying all of these things! Harry didn't know any damn angels, and he definitely didn't know any demons. Rufus was still teaching him, and so far he'd only learned a little bit about demons. What he did know, though, was that it was a huge insult to him to be referred to as a demon's bitch. He certainly didn't know about angels being real, either.

"Don't lie to- You know what? It really doesn't matter, cause I'm not about to let you walk out of here alive, witch!" Dean's finger began compressing on the trigger, when a flutter of wings sounded just as he fired.

His arm holding the gun jerked up at an angle, completely missing the little witch he was aiming at.

"Stop!" Dean's head swiveled to the angel standing next to him.

"Castiel?! What the hell man?" Dean looked at the shot he'd ended up firing into the upper corner of the room's ceiling.

"This man is to be protected, not slain."

"What the...?" Both men turned their eyes towards Harry, who dropped the towel from his nerveless fingers.

The fingers shook slightly, the shot had startled him, as he truly hadn't expected Dean to actually try to shoot him. If he was being honest with himself, he was extremely hurt by what the man had tried to do. He supposed he shouldn't have been surprised though. The only thing that had saved him was this man, only Harry didn't think it was really a man. Men didn't usually have wings.

"Are you-You're an angel, aren't you?" Harry wide green eyes traced over the huge white wings gracing the male's back in wonder.

"How the hell'd he know that Cas?" Dean whispered to Castiel, all the while not tearing his eyes away from the man he'd thought to be an enemy.

"He can see my wings. It is not unusual for his kind, many were able to see our true forms when we were in his world." Castiel answered lowly to Dean.

"His world? What the hell is going on Cas? Why'd he suddenly just show up here, during the whole memory wipe stunt of Zachariah's?" Dean's eyebrows furrowed into confusion, as he finally turned to watch Castiel.

"I do not know, though I suspect magic to be involved, as none of the angels have mentioned him. Harry Potter, how have you come to be here, in this alternate world?" Castiel gazed at Harry, his face slightly puzzled.

"I... I think magic from that weird limbo place brought me here." Harry relaxed a bit, seeing the angel was only curious about his presence, rather than hostile over it.

"Limbo place?" Castiel's brows furrowed the tiniest bit, but otherwise his expression stayed blank.

Harry explained his theory of the magic from the blindingly white train station taking him to another world. He spoke of the confusion he'd felt upon waking in the flat he'd shared with Dean Smith, his figuring out that he was in the future, in an alternate world, and all the other things he suspected. The two males listened without interrupting until he finished speaking.

Harry finally went and slumped onto one of the beds. He hated having to explain about himself. He'd had to do a bit of that with Rufus, but he obviously hadn't told the man about his magic and being from another world. Harry wasn't sure, but he had a feeling that Rufus had some suspicions about Harry anyhow. The man was far too clever not to.

"I believe you are correct in your suspicions Harry. If an angel truly did bring you here, there likely would have been some whisper of it amongst the garrison. I can not feel your presence even now, whilst you sit before me."

"Then... how did you know to help me?" Harry frowned up at Castiel, who was still standing.

"I was coming to speak to Dean. I noticed you with him and what was happening. I can not feel your magic, but I can see it. I suspect you are masking your magic?"

"Um, I don't think I am. I mean, I've never tried to before."

"Hm, perhaps it is an unconscious desire on your part. Just because I can not sense you, does not mean I do not know who you are, Harry James Potter. Many of my kind were curious about you, even before your birth. We have not graced your world with our presence for a very long time, but some are still assigned to watch over that world. The ones who stood sentinel over your world spoke highly of you. You gave yourself so that others may live."

"Gave himself?" The pair looked over to Dean, slightly startled.

They'd almost forgotten about his presence.

"Harry gave his life in order to defeat a dark wizard in his world. It is believed this wizard wishes to kill many in that world that is not born of magic, as he was."

"I did what I had to. I'm not anything special. I just- I did what others couldn't, or wouldn't, to survive. Please, do you know if it worked? Is Voldemort dead?" Harry asked desperately.

He'd wondered so long over the fate of his friends and loved ones. Were they alive, or had his decision been selfish?

"I do not know. I have been cut off from heaven, so I am unable to ask the angels that watch over your world." Castiel told Harry somberly.

"Oh." Harry's body dropped in disappointment.

"You couldn't have been the only one that had the power to gank him, right?" Dean's voice suddenly broke through the heavy silence.

"I was the one prophesized to defeat him, actually. Voldemort's soul pieces were destroyed, though. Ron and Hermione knew that with my death, he would be mortal again. My only hope is that they were alive to tell others this." Harry frowned and gazed down at his hands.

"See, I doubt your friends would've just let you run off to sacrifice yourself and not do anything after that."

Harry peeked up shyly at Dean, who was sitting in a chair at the small round table, and gave him a slight smile as thanks. Dean just gave a slight nod, then looked over at Castiel.

"So, wait. When I suddenly came into that fake reality Zachariah made up, Dean said my name was Harry Evans, was that just false memories talking? There wasn't really any Harry Evens, right? I certainly couldn't find any sign of one existing in this world." Harry broke the silence when he remembered a very pressing question he had, pop up.

"Whatever magic brought you here must have put those memories into Dean, for there is no Harry Evans here. There never was." Castiel answered, looking to Harry.

"So, some weird hoodoo put those memories of Harry into my head. Not Zachariah?" Dean leaned onto his knees with his elbows in interest, as he stared up at Castiel.

"Yes, it was likely the only way the magic could have seamlessly integrated Harry into this world at that particular point in time. I can only imagine the kind of disruptions Harry's arrival might have caused at any other time. Dean, you must stick close to Harry. The angels do not know of him, yet. It is only a matter of time before the angels and demons learn of him. Someone of Harry's power will be considered an invaluable player, for either side." Castiel told Dean seriously.

"I'm not that powerful." Harry muttered, while blushing down into his lap.

"You are. To deny such a thing would be foolish on your part. From a young age you have faced a wizard many years older than yourself and managed to survive those encounters, despite your lack in magical knowledge and experience. While some of that may have been 'luck', as you humans call it, it was also a show of the power you have. I must go, I have been here too long."

"Yeah, how's the hunt for God going, anyways?" Dean, who was looking down at his hands for a moment, asked.

His head shot up when he heard the fluttering of feathers.

"Goodbye to you too." Dean snorted, then looked over at Harry.

"So uh, about before-" Dean started.

"It's fine. You thought I was the enemy, I get it." Harry looked up and gave Dean a strained smile.

"I almost shot you, it's not fine. Look, I may have thought you were working with Zachariah then, but I know now that you aren't. So, sorry about the trying-to-shoot-you-thing, alright?" Dean's eyes skittered about the room as he apologized, and Harry almost laughed at how uncomfortable the man obviously was about doing it.

He was also touched by it. Harry could tell that Dean didn't often do such a thing.

"Yeah, alright. So what now?" Harry's left brow rose when Dean smirked at him.

"Now, we rest up for the night. In the morning we find ourselves a hunt, and you tell me about what you've been doing these last few weeks. It's obvious you've been hunting, so you're gonna show me what you've learned."

"Really now? I think I can do that." Harry gave a slight smile of his own, that Dean thought held something back, like Harry knew something he didn't.

Maybe it wasn't a good idea to challenge Harry. Dean had a feeling he was being tricked somehow.

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Wow, people were totally harsh towards Dean in that last chapter. You guys didn't really think he was going to abandon Sam and stay in that fake world, did you? The guy did go to hell for his little brother. I think it's established that Dean puts Sam before himself. Anyhow, I've reunited the two, so everyone can stop freaking out. Jeez. Let me know what you thought of this latest chapter, and thanks for all of the great support you've shown for this story so far.

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