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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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A/N: I don't know why aff.net is doubling the spaces between paragraphs but I'm too lazy to go and delete each one. Sorry!

The first week of school had gone by in what felt like the blink of an eye. Sam was already a head case and pissed off at Henry for planning a housewarming/welcome back party that Friday night when they had so much work they needed to be doing. Henry rolled his eyes at Sam’s unsurprising antics. Sam would always bitch and moan about Henry forcing him to have fun but would end up having a good time regardless. Damn kid needed some stress relief every now and then and of course only Sam would need some this early in the year already. Currently the only thing Henry was stressed over was whether or not he should ask Sam if he wanted to invite Tommy to come down for the night/weekend, or if Sam wanted to leave his gay ways back in San Fran.

They’d bumped into Jess a few days ago and Henry was skeptical of how random the accident was. Jess had a knowing twinkle in her eye that Henry didn’t appreciate. He obviously wanted his friend to be happy, and if that was with a girl then so be it. However, now having Sam batting for his team at least a little bit, he was hoping to keep him there. It was just more fun and if Sam could be happy with a guy too why couldn’t Henry make said opportunities more prominent?

He knew Sam and Tommy had been texting a bit and Sam would usually be smiling or laughing while engrossed in his phone but he had practically fallen over when Jessica had finally talked to him. Henry resisted the urge to roll his eyes and groan. Damn blonde had finally gotten up the nerve to make a move now? So yes, he knew it would be a bit underhanded to invite Tommy without asking Sam and knowing that Jessica would be there. His marauder side was itching to witness such an awkward and sure to be hysterical scene but he didn’t want his best friend and roommate pissed at him for what would probably be a very long time. He had to live with him after all, and it would be an awful thing to do to Tommy if Sam wasn’t ready to out himself here at Sanford. He knew he should just ask his stupid giant friend but he didn’t want to hear an outright ‘no’ either, he didn’t want to hear that Sam had completely rejected his bi side already.

Henry had also considered having Dean talk to Sam about it but decided that would be too awkward for both involved. Things were already a little strained between the brothers after Sam had come home much earlier than expected when a teacher had been a no show on the second day back. Sam had a hard time looking either of them in the eye for the last two days and still hadn’t gone anywhere near the couch in the living room. He’d pretty much avoided the room altogether.

That train of thought had lifted Henry’s spirits though, things with Dean had been going spectacularly. He’d come over four out of the six nights it had been since they left the city and that one ill-fated day trip. Unfortunately Dean’s joke about too many remains still being digested by the sharks had wrung true. Dean was horrified by Henry’s suggestion that he just burn all the sharks and didn’t talk to Henry for the whole next day claiming he was a sadistic bastard who didn’t care for innocent life. Henry had only laughed at Dean’s insult thinking he was kidding (they were sharks not newborn babies or something), which just added fuel to the fire leading Dean to scream for Dobby, and then he disappeared glaring at Henry’s stunned face. Luckily for Henry they still seemed to be in the honeymoon phase of their relationship and Dean had come back the next night apologizing and making it up to Henry in the most exquisitely pleasurable of ways.

“Henry!” Henry was roused from his musings by Sam’s call from upstairs. He moved to stand but resigned to stay seated hearing the thumping of his friend descending. He’d have to make his way back into the living room eventually; they’d probably be living here the next two years for Merlin’s sake.

“Yeah?” He called in response. Sam came into view and twitched uncomfortably seeing Henry seated on the offending sofa. Henry smirked and raised a questioning brow. If he wanted to talk he was going to have to either come further into the room or stand there like the giant pussy he was.

“Uhm, I was just wondering what time the party is tonight?” Henry narrowed his eyes; that was a stupid question. What time was every party everywhere? They never started before ten or eleven and any self-respecting person wouldn’t show up till closer to midnight.

“What do you actually want to ask me?” Sam sighed and rolled his eyes.

“Did you invite Jess?” Henry stopped the growl that threatened to rise from his throat and smiled.

“Do you think I’m an idiot? Even if I didn’t invite her myself we have enough mutual friends that she would show up anyway.” Sam grinned but it seemed a little forced which piqued Henry’s interest.

“Did you think about inviting Tommy?” Sam shoved his hands into his pockets and slumped a fraction.

“I don’t know. I mean we had a couple nights together but is that really enough to bring him down here for just a party?” Henry rolled his eyes pointedly.

“Seriously Sam? Have you two not been texting since you left? It’s only an hour away, you know he would love to see you however serious the two of you aren’t.” Sam finally inched his way into the room and unceremoniously plopped himself into the plush oversized chair across from Henry, it didn’t look so oversized with Sam in it though.

“Ugh, I know. I kinda got the feeling when we were talking yesterday that he wanted to visit but was scared to ask.”

“Then what’s the real problem?” Henry was thrilled he didn’t have to be the one to broach this subject; Sam had done the work for him.

“Don’t fucking play dumb, Henry. I know you know. You think I didn’t notice how unexcited you were to see Jess the other day?” Henry sighed, he was either going soft or he needed to up his game with these damn hunters around.

“I’m not going to apologize, okay? I obviously have your best interests at heart but Tommy is my friend as well and I know he likes you.” Sam heaved a heavy sigh and dropped his face into his hands.

“I’ve been waiting for Jess to notice me for over a year, are you saying I should just throw this chance away?” Henry grimaced; he was in no way going to tell Sam what he should do no matter how much he wanted to just shout ‘yes!’

“I can’t read your mind Sam, I don’t know how you feel about either of them truly, and I don’t know how you feel about being with a guy. We haven’t really talked about it.” Sam looked increasing uncomfortable and then resigned seeing the look on his friend’s face.

“I don’t know either honestly. I know I don’t have to worry about the drama of being shunned by my friends and family or anything obviously, but I also know I don’t want to be labeled as gay either and have every girl think that. I definitely still like girls, but I don’t know. There is just something about Tommy I guess.” Sam’s lips twitched into a small smile and Henry resisted the urge to whoop or do a little shoulder shimmying.

“Enough of a something to let go of Jess?” Sam’s eyes narrowed and his shoulders hunched.

“I really don’t know. I feel like I should get to know Jess better before I throw the opportunity away but I also don’t want to string Tommy along if I’m going to give up on him later. I already feel like an asshole and Tommy and I don’t really owe each other anything.” There was the problem. Goody-two-shoes Sam was having a moral crisis. Standard. Well at least this wasn’t a sexuality crisis; that would be more troublesome and harder to deal with.

“You’re right, you don’t owe either of them anything yet. Maybe it would be a good idea to spend time with Jess tonight before things get any further along with Tommy and figure out where your head’s at.” Sam nodded thoughtfully. Henry was not happy about his plan but knew it was what Sam needed and he was nothing if not concerned for his two favorite people’s welfare. Well, theirs and Teddy’s and Dobby’s but that was beside the point. “Just so I have all of the facts, you and Tommy fucked right?” Henry smirked at his friend’s immediate flush. He’d become fairly immune to Sam’s bitch-face over the years but was pleased that Sam was still affected by Henry’s, as was Dean if he was going to brag.

“Can we not talk about that please?” Henry rolled his eyes? Didn’t straight guys talk about bitches an’ hoes with their ‘bros’ even more than homos did? Probably not. Kevin was almost too open for even Henry’s seriously dulled sensibilities.

“Oh come on! You know it’s been killing me and I promise not to tell Dean anything; even I understand that’s just wrong. You have to give me some details! This is so unfair, I’ve been waiting for you to figure out you like cock for years so we could finally have conversations like this!” Sam groaned but Henry could detect the amusement hidden in there too, he knew he could get Sam to break. “If you don’t tell me I’ll just start talking about all the things I let Dean do to me when you least expect it. Spill, Sam!” Sam made a retching sound but sunk further into his seat. Henry knew he’d won.

“Fine! God! What do you want to know?” Sam’s eyes narrowed, warning Henry not to get too inappropriate. Had he even met Henry, of course he was going to be obscene.

“I’ve never fucked a woman, thank god, but what was the difference? Which do you like more?” Sam was slightly disturbed by how interested Henry was but knew he’d never hear the end of it unless he gave him a few details to run with and then he could refuse to talk about it ever again.

“Uhh, I guess it depends on the woman, but he was definitely tighter than anything I’ve ever felt before,” Sam laughed the shook his head at Henry’s smirk. “Sex with him was more intense you could say, it’s different when both people are so strong and dominant. With a girl it’s pretty obvious who’s in control even before the actual sex… I don’t know it’s kinda nice to not worry about pushing too far too fast or coming on too strong. ” Henry was grinning and Sam just wanted to run away but he could feel another question coming.

“Sooo, which do you like more?”

“I don’t know, they’re just different. They’re both nice. I mean girls can be intense and passionate too obviously but it’s still softer somehow. Tommy was kinda… I don’t know, fierce.” Henry couldn’t help but laugh at that.

“Fierce.” Henry repeated with a snap and the gayest voice he could muster. “Or fierce?” He said in a pretty accurate impression of Dean’s drawl. Sam rolled his eyes and chucked a throw pillow at his face only to receive more laughter.

“I think you know Tommy isn’t like that. Asshole.” Henry’s laugh died down and he nodded in agreement.

“I know I was just messing, but some of those uber gays are more fun than anyone else I know. I mean it takes some serious balls to be that comfortable with who you are and to just let it all out, don’t you think?” Sam quirked his head and nodded.

“Yeah, I guess. I don’t think I’d go for that though.” Henry smiled at how comfortable Sam was starting to get with all this homo talk. He’d been great over the last couple of years, never awkward with Henry and his slew of boys but it’s way different when you’re suddenly letting it all apply to you as well.

“Did Tommy tell you he grew up in a military academy? His father was a Thai General, how intense is that?” Sam nodded, impressed.

“I know, that’s how he got all of his tattoos. They didn’t really sound like happy memories though.” Sam peered into his friends far away eyes as a shadow seemed to fall over his face.

“I can’t imagine they were. The threat of war is the last thing a any kid needs looming over his head.” Sam leaned forward searching Henry’s face.

“Hey, you okay?” Henry looked up stunned before his usual smile was back in place only a second later.

“Of course, so what positions did you try?” Sam stood quickly holding his hands out in front of him.

“I think we’re done here.” Sam practically ran from the room shaking his head at Henry’s amused laughter.

Henry’s diversion didn’t distract himself as well as it did Sam once he was out of the room and his own laughter died down. He rarely let his thoughts drift towards his past life. They weren’t exactly pleasant memories. Then Henry chastised himself for thinking that again. There were a lot of good memories to remember too, he just couldn’t separate them from the bad anymore and he hated himself for it.

Sometimes when he and Dean were alone and just talking and touching and laughing in the dark, simply enjoying each other, he would bitterly note that he and Draco never got the chance to be so carefree. So many threats were always in the background of the time they shared together. Even when they were younger before the War really began they couldn’t have that openness and casual comfort he and Dean have. He knew now that part of that was only because they were so young and new to love and intimacy, they never had the opportunity to grow confidence in themselves and each other as a couple while living in secret. Since he’d met Dean his bad days had all but disappeared. He’d almost forgotten that he got like this, which just made his mood worse.

He was happy now, he had to remind himself again. Draco never got the chance to really grow into himself and to truly love openly, and he wouldn’t want Henry to waste this opportunity with Dean. What had they been fighting for if it wasn’t for this? They had talked about it often, after the War they would leave the wizarding world behind and finally enjoy life together. Henry hoped Draco would be proud of him even though the life he’d built was going to be shared with someone else.

An arm around his shoulders pulled him from his thoughts and closer to the warm body next to him. He closed his eyes and focused on the soothing circles on his back, deciding it wasn’t worth it to be annoyed he didn’t hear Sam come back in or that it was so obvious he was distressed. Sam always seemed to know when he got like this. Dean didn’t know about Draco and he wanted to keep it that way. He was grateful that Sam seemed to understand that. He also never asked what was wrong, he knew. Well he didn’t know, but he didn’t ask for details for which Henry appreciated more than he could express. He rested his head on Sam’s shoulder and took a deep breath, letting his unfavorable thoughts rush out of him along with the air.

Henry opened his eyes and sat up a little straighter, smiling at Sam with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. He sighed as the hand fell from his back, missing its comfort but glad he’d had it at all. Sam softly smiled back but the concern was still all over his face.

“Thanks, Sam. I’m fine though. Go finish studying so I don’t have to hear your whiny voice bitching at me for making you take a night off in the morning.” Henry forced a bigger smile and Sam sighed knowing that Henry was done acknowledging what he probably considered weakness.

“Yeah. Alright.” Sam put his hands on his knees for leverage and pushed himself up off the couch he’d sunken into. “You have any work to get done?” He hardly ever saw Henry working but he always managed to get things done somehow. “I could use some company.”

Henry knew Sam just didn’t want to let him fall back into a funk and smiled at his best friend. He thought, not for the first time, that Sam and Hermoine would have been perfect for each other. He nodded and stood, following Sam up the stairs.

Henry was a big fan of pre-gamming, he’d learned quickly freshman year that you never showed up to a party completely sober, that was just awkward. Plus, at most college parties alcohol wasn’t exactly provided. There might be beer but since most college students were under twenty-one and low on cash, providing beverages for your guests wasn’t really an option. People would drink whatever cheap liquor they managed to score for themselves and their friends before going out, if there was anything available at the party it would disappear pretty quickly.

This was another reason Henry was excited for tonight. He planned on having many parties in this house and tonight was opening night. He owned a club for Merlin’s sake, he knew how to throw a damn party, he’d even hired a few bartenders just to make as big an impression as possible. Sam didn’t approve of course. Damn pre-law kid was always raining on his parade, he made it clear that after they were raided Henry was paying the fines for serving alcohol to underage students. As if that wasn’t obvious already, but Henry also knew they wouldn’t be raided. It wasn’t like he could tell Sam about the wards that were always around the house though.

It was eleven and the music was on, the lights were low and the bartenders were getting acquainted with their supplies and set-up. Henry was shamelessly begging them to work shirtless but Sam had put a stop to that right away.

“Are you trying to make half of the guys showing up tonight uncomfortable?” Sam asked with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Screw them! If they have a problem with it they shouldn’t be at a party of mine anyway.” Sam sighed but Henry did have a point.

“I thought this was our party? I invited people too you know.” Henry groaned and stomped away after muttering a petulant ‘fine.’

Sam watched him leave sighing heavily before turning back to the bartenders. “If you guys really want to get some tips tonight you probably should take your shirts off.” Then he turned and left the room. It wasn’t like half of Henry’s friends wouldn’t be guys making out with guys all over the place anyway.

He found Henry downing a couple inches of amber liquid from the cart in the study upstairs.

“Do you really need to pre-game when there’s a fully stocked bar downstairs with two half naked men waiting to serve you?” Henry turned and beamed at him in thanks but didn’t say anything. “I hope you’re keeping this room locked, all of your gazillion year old bottles will surely be wasted.”

“I knew I should have gone to Yale. I’m sure some gentlemen there would have been able to appreciate my scotch.”

“Wait you got into Yale?” Henry rolled his eyes. Sometimes he was sure Sam thought he was stupid despite them both going to the same school.

“Palo Alto was warmer.” was his only reply. Sam shook his head and sighed before walking over and pouring a glass for himself. “Dean doesn’t like scotch does he?” Henry shook his head smiling before pointing to a different crystal carafe.

“That bourbon is for him.”

“Since when do you not like bourbon?” Sam scoffed taking a sip of his own drink.

“I do but it’s the only thing on this cart he’ll drink so I leave it for him.” Sam smiled a little proudly that his friend was getting so domestic and smirked at Henry’s blush.

“I guess that explains why it’s the only one so full.” Sam laughed but Henry wasn’t as amused.

“Shut up, I just replaced that one because your damn brother is even more of a lush than I am.” Sam snorted and chuckled but Henry had already turned toward the door hearing a few people heading up the stairs.

“Henry! How’s it going, man?” A tall blonde with a buzz cut and matching scruff sauntered over with arms wide.

“Paul! Glad you could make it!” Henry gave him a brief hug before turning to the other two guys to welcome as well. “You guys remember Sam.” They all nodded and smiled at each other. “Come on, let’s head downstairs. What time is it?”

“Eleven thirty-seven” Sam announced looking at his watch.

“Perfect” Henry smiled. “Was there anyone else down there when you guys came up?”

“Yeah, everyone was wondering where you were.” Paul laughed.

“Oops. Come on Sam, apparently we have guests.”

An hour later and even Henry was shocked at how full his house had gotten. He knew he had invited dozens of people but there must have been over a hundred sloshed and sweaty college students either talking or grinding all over his house. He scanned the room for Sam and found him slipping out onto the side porch behind a head of blonde hair. He sighed but knew it was for the best, Sam needed to figure his shit out, he just wished Dean were there.

His notorious reputation preceded him and he was fending off guys more than he ever had before. He figured it was because he normally would have been paired off with someone by now and wouldn’t have to worry about it but no one seemed to believe him that he was seeing someone. Or if they did they didn’t think that any reason to turn them down. He danced a bit but only with girls. His rule was if he didn’t want Dean to do something than he shouldn’t be doing it either, and he knew he would be very unhappy if Dean was letting some guy grind all over him even if it didn’t mean anything. Dean was his. Whoa wasn’t that a sobering thought? They’d really only been ‘official’ or whatever for a little over a week but he felt strangely possessive.

He tried not to think about the fact that Dean could just as easily be grinding up on some girl somewhere but deep down he knew Dean wouldn’t. He didn’t think it would bother him as much that Dean wasn’t only into guys. It didn’t at first but now it made him a little bit paranoid. After all, he had seen the numbers after his stealthily performed sexual history spell and he felt he had reason to be nervous. Could Dean really throw all that away for the first guy he’s ever slept with? Henry shook his head to clear his thoughts, he must not be drunk enough.

“Hey babe. Miss me?” Henry snorted at the remark but smiled as he felt strong arms wrap around him from behind and a scruffy face burrow into his neck to nip playfully.

“I thought you were staking out a poltergeist tonight?” He turned gradually in Dean’s arms without letting any space form between them.

“All taken care of. I had to make sure none of these college boys got any ideas, didn’t I?” Henry grinned and leaned up to kiss him forcefully. His hands slid up Dean’s arms and wound their way around his neck and into his hair, pulling him closer. Henry moaned into Dean’s mouth as deft fingers stroked his back and squeezed his bum.

“God. Why do I have a house full of people right now?” Dean chuckled, one of Henry’s favorite sounds.

“I may not have gone to college but isn’t it expected at these things that people should find themselves making their way upstairs?” He further enforced his point by pulling Henry closer by the hips and grinding them together. Henry let out an unsatisfied whine.

“People yes, host not so much. Can’t have people fucking up my house, plus this is the first one of the year, I need to be schmoozing somewhat.” Dean gave him an incredulous look.

“Shut up. You never turn down sex and I haven’t seen you in like… thirty-eight hours or something. Dobby can take care of anything tomorrow and everyone I can see is seriously wasted. What the hell are you serving them anyway?” Henry looked over Dean’s shoulder and surveyed the crowds.

“Um, I don’t know? Whatever they ask for, I guess. I have a fully stocked bar here. Oh my god! I could open up an underground club here in Palo Alto!” Dean threw his head back and laughed briefly before puling Henry’s mouth back to his.

“I think you’re doing just fine already with the whole corrupting innocents thing. You don’t need to make it official.” Henry grumbled something but Dean just smiled and brushed their noses together. “Wanna dance, hot stuff?” Without waiting for a response Dean tugged his slightly inebriated lover into the swarm of gyrating bodies occupying the living room now devoid of its usual furnishings. Dobby must have done something about that, Dean thought.

Henry hummed contentedly into Dean’s shoulder as he wound his arms around him tightly and lightly ground down on his thigh. He wanted to enjoy himself but not get so wound up he couldn’t function. Dean obviously had other ideas if the possessive grip that pulled his hips as close as two bodies could be was anything to go by. The low rumble of a growl emanating from Dean’s chest almost drew a groan out of Henry in turn, he brought his mouth to Dean’s to smother the sound.

“Who’s that guy dancing with Henry? I thought he was seeing someone…” Jess seemed concerned and Sam had to smile, he wouldn’t let his friends get away with cheating either.

“Yeah, that’s the guy he’s seeing. Looks like he made it after all.” Jess watched them kiss and hold each other while moving to the music and smiled slightly. They looked so happy together, but so intense she was almost uncomfortable. It was obvious they meant so much more to each other than the majority of the people around them seeking only creature comforts for the night.

Sam watched her watching them and felt supremely awkward. She looked kinda blissed out or jealous, nah not jealous, maybe it was longing? Like she wanted to have someone like that, and really, so did Sam. His brother was sickeningly happy, and so was Henry, usually.

“They look like they really love each other, huh?” Jess asked almost wistfully. Sam inwardly groaned.

“They only met a couple weeks ago, but yeah they do, it kinda makes me sick.” She gaped at him but it was more playful than judging.

“You’ve been friends with Henry for years, two guys kissing cannot seriously still wig you out.” She smiled and nudged him as Sam laughed lightly.

“No, it’s not that at all. It’s just uh, the other guy is my brother, Dean.” Now she just gaped in shock.

“Well, shit. You’ve got some good genes, Winchester.” Sam laughed nervously.

“Uh, thanks…”

“I’m assuming blondie over there is the lovely Jessica?” Dean smirked down at his lover whose lips straightened out into a firm line.

“Yes.” Dean laughed at how hard that was for Henry to acknowledge.

“Does this mean Tommy didn’t mean anything?” Dean wanted to laugh at how obviously upset Henry was about this whole situation but thought better of it. He wanted to get laid tonight after all.

“I don’t know. Sam made it sound like he really did like Tommy, or does. He’s taking some time to figure out how he feels about Jessica before figuring out what to do about Tommy, I guess.” Dean now had a frown to match Henry’s.

“Kinda sounds to me like he’s hopin’ to have his cake and eat it too, if you know what I mean.” Henry ran his hands up Dean’s arms and around his shoulders to twine in the hair on his nape, Dean hummed appreciatively while looking down at him.

“Yeah, but at the same time it’s not like he and Tommy made any sort of commitment to each other. They’ve gone out a few times and had sex once. Not exactly exclusive, and he’s been pining after that girl for years. As much as it pains me to admit it he owes himself a chance, even if it’s just to find out she nowhere lives up to the hype he’s created in his head.” Dean chuckled and nodded before giving Henry a brief kiss.

“I have a feeling you’re going to be pleased with the outcome of his little experiment then.” Henry quirked and eyebrow and smiled.

“Oh really? How can you tell?”

“You know him, stupid kid wears his heart on his sleeve. If he was mooning over her still he would be tripping all over himself or staring like a creep-”

“Or anxiously reaching his hands out like he wanted to touch her or dance with her or make a move but was too self-conscious. You’re so right, he’s acting totally normal, like she’s just a friend or something. That’s so weird!” Dean laughed at Henry’s wide-eyed staring and nudged the younger’s face back towards his own so he wouldn’t look crazy.

“He’s been with girls here right? I haven’t seen him in a while and he’d only hooked up with one chick before college and I don’t know how far he got…” Henry grinned.

“You’re not thinking he’s a closet case? He’s pretty self-aware, I feel like he woulda figured it out if he were, especially living with me.” Dean raised an eyebrow. “As far as I’ve seen he’s made-out with a few girls at parties and such but I usually cut out with someone before he did. If he was home when I got back he would always pull the ‘I don’t kiss and tell card.’”

“I rest my case.” Henry still wasn’t convinced.

“If he was only interested in guys I know he would have said something to me, he wouldn’t have been lying to me for years. Besides, I practically threw myself at him our first year and he wasn’t interested in the slightest!” Dean’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline while Henry whished he could disappear entirely. “I didn’t mean to say that…”

“I’ll bet. So, you had a thing for Sammy?” Dean didn’t sound upset or accusatory but he didn’t sound pleased either.

“Uhh, yeah? I don’t know, he was the first guy in years that I could really talk to. I honestly see him as more of a brother now, but at the beginning there was… attraction. He’s nowhere near as gorgeous as you but he’s obviously not ugly, and he was there for me when I was alone in a new country, a new life. We both kind of felt that way, we have a lot in common, but I swear it’s more of a fraternal bond now more than anything.” Dean rolled his eyes and pulled Henry closer.

“Alright alright, I get it. And I know I’m better lookin’ than sasquatch, it would have just been a cosmic injustice for him to be taller and prettier.” Henry laughed and pulled his hunter down for a long drawn out kiss.

Henry was startled awake about four hours later. At six on a Saturday morning after a party everyone should be dead asleep. Henry cautiously turned in the arms of his hunter, if something woke Henry up Dean’s senses should have been tingling as well… unless Henry was the only one who felt that. The wards.

It wasn’t an alarm of mal intent however, so Henry was confused and frozen in place, clutching his wand under his pillow. Two seconds later Henry had slipped out of bed and into the hallway, with even a wary hunter unaware, and apparated into the living room drawing his wand on the intruder.

“Harry Potter, such measures are unnecessary and would only prove fruitless. This is an emergency, we must go immediately.”

Harry had felt the thrum of the angel’s grace only a few moments before and his thoughts flew straight to Gabriel.

“Where are we going, is Gabe alright?” Henry asked in a panic as he holstered his wand.

“My brother is fine, however your godson may not be very soon.” Henry processed for all of a second before he exploded.

“Take us now!”

Sam and Dean made it to the bottom of the stairs just as Henry and a very well dressed blonde man vanished in a light breeze.

“Henry!” Dean shouted as he ran into the empty living room. “What the hell, Sam?”

Sam just shook his head wide eyed, he was still wrapping his head around what they’d seen and really had nothing to add.

“Nothing I know of can just snatch a person into thin air, I mean, what the fuck?” Dean just kept going. “Wait, fuck me, Dobby! We need you!” Dean rounded on the little elf as soon as he was standing between them. “What just happened to Henry?” Dobby folded in on himself struggling with what to say to appease the angry hunter.

“Mr. Henry, Sir has left.” Dean straightened sharply with his hands on his hips, glaring down at the elf. Did it think this was some kinda joke? He left. Luckily just as Dean had opened his mouth to keep going, Sam jumped in.

“Dobby, what do you mean he left? How did he leave if you didn’t take him?” Dean nodded in approval, that was a reasonable question.

“Another… another friend took Mr. Henry.” Dobby was wringing his hands nervously, he had no idea what to tell the Hunters when he wasn’t allowed to tell them about angels. He also didn’t know if they knew about Teddy either and he’d spilled way too many beans with these boys already.

“Another friend? He didn’t look like an elf though, Dobby.” And for the first time in his life, Dobby shrugged.
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