Title: Destinies

Author: Angelwarrior1

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Harry Potter

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Harry Potter. I make no money from 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.

Author's Note: I know, I know. I should devote all of my time to Secunda Fortuna and how dare I work on something else right? Well, considering I have been working on Secunda Fortuna exclusively for two years straight, I was kind of feeling a little burnt out and wanted something fresh to work on. Somehow, I ended up getting sucked into Supernatural/HP crossovers, and after swearing I wasn't going to get sucked into the television series… I may have gotten sucked into the show as well. Anyhow, I noticed a few clichés for this wonderful crossing of worlds, such as Harry going to Stanford and befriending Sam, Harry becoming a hunter and meeting Bobby before the Winchester brothers, etc. Surely there has to be some other way for them to meet though, right? So then my mind went into overdrive and this spawned, and what I expected to be a one-shot, ended up expanding a bit. So, here's a taste, and you readers just go ahead and tell me if you want more, deal? This takes during Season 4 of Supernatural, episode 4x17 "It's A Terrible Life". If you haven't seen that episode yet and don't want it spoiled then don't read this, I used the transcript from the show for a some of this. As for HP, basically up until Harry died and is stuck in limbo, though I will be bending some things as I see fit, so not completely canon.


"You mean I have a choice?" Harry looked to Dumbledore in surprise.

"You've always had a choice, Harry."

Green eyes got lost in thought. He could return and finish things with Voldemort, or he could move on. Returning meant finishing the fight that'd been building ever since he was a child, getting closure. It also meant dealing with the fame, all the fans who wanted a piece of him, and all of his enemies who wanted a chance to kill him. There wouldn't be any peace if he went back.

Moving on, though, he'd get to be with his family. He'd get to rest and be done with all of this mess. It wouldn't matter that he hadn't killed Voldemort, because the crazy Dark Lord wouldn't be his problem anymore.

"I've decided... I'd like to move on," Harry said tentatively, as he looked up through his lashes at Dumbledore.

"I see. You understand this choice is final, you cannot change your decision." Dumbledore gazed into Harry's eyes with a searching look.

"I know. I'm just- I'm tired, Albus. So tired. I want this. Let someone else finish this fight. Voldemort is mortal now, Ron and Hermione know this. I can't be the one to always clean up everyone else's mess, hold their hands. They'll be fine. I just really feel that it's best if I move on. The life I would have in the wizarding world after Voldemort's death would be under constant scrutiny. It's bad now, but how is it suddenly going to be when I'm The-Man-Who-Defeated-Voldemort, instead of just The-Boy-Who-Lived? I'd rather not be around to find out." Harry met Dumbledore's gaze solidly and didn't waver from his stance.

This was right, he could feel it and his instincts had never led him astray.

"Very well. If you feel this is the best course of action, then I will not try to change your mind." Dumbledore gave Harry an understanding smile.

Harry knew Dumbledore understood what too many expectations could do to a person. They stood in silence for a few moments, until the sound of a distant whistle could be heard. Harry looked to the tracks and waited until a beautiful silver train finally came to a stop at the platform.

"So, this will take me to my family?" Harry questioned as Dumbledore led him with one hand on his shoulder over to the train.

"It will take you to where you belong."

"Wait, where I belong?" Why didn't he like the sound of that?

"On to the next great adventure, my boy!" Dumbledore pushed him towards the open doors of the train.

"What about you?" Harry turned to look back at Dumbledore after receiving his ticket.

"Ah, but I'm already on my next great adventure, and what a grand adventure it has been so far. I trust yours will be even more extraordinary."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as he looked down at his odd ticket for the train.

"Sir?" Harry turned and was stunned to see Dumbledore was no longer with him.

"If you're done with your conversation, sir, I think it best we get going, eh?"

All he could do was nod as he was shuffled the rest of the way onto the train and led to the first available seat. Considering he was the only passenger, he had many choices as far as seating went. He'd barely taken his seat when the train suddenly lurched and began moving forward. Harry's eyes widened when he looked out the window and saw nothing but blurring images pass. How fast were they going?

"Excuse me, sir, but where are we going?" Harry found he had to raise his voice as the sound of wind whipping suddenly spiked throughout the train.

"To where you belong, of course!" Harry huffed in annoyance at the vague answer.

Vague answers were never good, especially not for him. Harry gave up on trying to gain anymore answers and rested his head against the glass. He wasn't sure how, but the next thing Harry Potter knew, he was drifting off to sleep.

The sound of whipping wind drowning out everything else.