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 8:

Night arrived and a meeting took place at the headquarters, possibly their last.

"So, that's it? That's the Colt?" Risa asked.

She didn't seem very impressed with it.

"If anything can kill Lucifer, this is it," Future Dean stated.

"Great. Have we got anything that can find Lucifer?" There was a snide edge to her voice.

"Are you okay?" Future Dean looked at Risa questioningly.

"Oh, we were in, uh, Jane's cabin last night. And, apparently, we and...Risa have a connection," Dean supplied helpfully.

He smirked when he heard Harry chuckle quietly.

"You want to shut up?" His double growled at him.

That was fine, he could do that.

"We don't have to find Lucifer. We know where he is. The demon that we caught last week, he was one of the big guy's entourage. He knew."

"So, a demon tells you where Satan's gonna be, and you just believe it?" Dean was getting annoyed with the woman.

"Oh, trust me, he wasn't lying." Future Dean didn't seem worried.

"And you know this how?" Risa persisted.

"Our fearless leader, I'm afraid, is all too well schooled in the art of getting to the truth," Castiel supplied calmly.

"Torture? Oh, so, we're—we're torturing again." Shit, and he did not want Harry knowing about that, but it was a bit late for that.

His double just looked at him.

"No, that's—that's good. Classy." Castiel laughed, earning a disgruntled look from future Dean.

"What? I like alternate past you." Castiel wasn't bothered by his double's look in the least.

"Lucifer is here. Now. I know the block and I know the building." Future Dean redirected helpfully.

"Oh, good—it's right in the middle of a hot zone," Castiel stated.

"Crawling with Croats, yeah. You saying my plan is reckless?" Future Dean glared at Castiel.

"Are you saying we, uh, walk in straight up the driveway, past all the demons and the Croats, and we shoot the devil?" Castiel asked.


"Okay, if you don't like, uh, 'reckless', I could use 'insouciant', maybe."

"Are you coming?" Future Dean growled.

Castiel only sighed.

"Of course. But why is he? I mean, he's an alternate you from five years ago. Isn't this too dangerous for him?" Castiel didn't seem really worried about him, even though he was asking.

"He's coming." Future Dean stated.

"Okay. Well, uh. I'll get the grunts moving."

"We're loaded and on the road by midnight," Future Dean informed.

"All righty."

Castiel and Risa left.

"Why are you taking me?" Dean asked in curiosity.

"Relax. You'll be fine. Zach's looking after you, right?" His double answered nonchalantly.

"No, that's not what I mean. I want to know what's going on."

"Yeah, okay. You're coming because I want you to see something. I want you to see our brother." Future Dean was calm as he spoke of Sam.

"Sam? I thought he was dead." Dean felt his stomach twist.

Surely his double wasn't saying what he thought he was?

"Sam didn't die in Detroit. He said yes," Future Dean confirmed.

"Yes?" Dean choked out.

A long silence.

"Wait. You mean—"

"That's right. The big yes. To the devil. Lucifer's wearing him to the prom," Future Dean stated grimly.

"Why would he do that?" Dean questioned, confused.

"Wish I knew. But now we don't have a choice. It's in him, and it's not getting out. And we've got to kill him, Dean. And you need to see it—the whole damn thing, how bad it gets—so you can do it different."

"What do you mean?"

"Zach said he was gonna bring you back, right? To oh-nine?"

"Yeah, but the asshole never mentioned this being an alternate future."

"But it could be your future. When you get back home—you say yes. You hear me? Say yes to Michael," His double told him.


Both Deans turned in surprise to see Harry glaring at future Dean. They'd both forgotten he was there.

"No?" Future Dean asked.

"Dean isn't saying yes to Michael," Harry stated, as if it was a fact and not a possibility.

"He will if he wants to avoid all this," His double growled.

Future Dean moved around him and into Harry's space, causing Dean to move to intervene, his protective streak rearing its head. He stopped when Harry's hand motioned for him to halt.

Harry had never done that before.

"We already know that Zachariah's transported Dean to an alternate future. That means there are an endless amount of different outcomes that could occur. This is just one possible future. Not the only one. Having Dean say yes to Michael based purely on the possibility of this being the outcome of his refusal isn't good enough." Harry's reasoning stopped both Dean's and had them thinking for a moment.

After a thoughtful silence future Dean regrouped to continue the argument.

"So you'd risk the future of the world based on a what if? Why? So you can try to get into his pants?" Future Dean snapped cruelly.

Dean nearly jumped his double at the hard flinch that went through Harry, but he was too surprised at Harry's reaction to even move. The temperature in the room dropped and icicles formed in some areas, as Harry's eyes took on such a cold and hard look, even future Dean backed up slightly.

"What I feel for Dean Winchester isn't something as simple as physical attraction. He has a lot of flaws, it's true, but what person doesn't? I don't mind them. He's protected me, and looked out for me. He flirts with practically anything on legs, but I know that he doesn't really mean it, because he treats me far better. He respects me, and he hasn't once tried to start a physical relationship with me. While it's true that I would have sex with Dean, it's only because I know he wouldn't hurt me. I love him." Harry passionately and heatedly spoke as he continued staring coldly at future Dean.

Dean's breath caught at Harry's admission, only to stop breathing altogether as Harry looked to him, eyes softening slightly.

"I love you, and you aren't saying yes to Michael. I won't let you." Harry's voice carried a strong command in it, making a shiver race down Dean's spine.

Dean couldn't speak, and only managed to give a shaky nod in compliance to Harry's commanding figure. He'd never seen Harry act in such a way, but he suddenly saw how he'd survived a war long enough to sacrifice himself at such a young age.

Harry just nodded in satisfaction and left the headquarters, the ice rapidly diminishing once he was gone.

Dean let out a shaky breath, and heard his double release one of his own.

"I take it you've never seen him like that?" His double asked eventually.

"No, never."


"You wouldn't have said yes anyways, even without Harry in your life. 'Cause I didn't. Because that's just not us, is it?"

And it wasn't.


Harry had distanced himself a bit from the two Dean's after his emotional explosion. He'd let his magic slip, and that was never a good thing. He figured it'd be best if he tried to keep a clear head.

He'd need it if he wanted to accomplish what he had in mind. He hadn't mentioned it, because he didn't want to get anyone's hopes up if it didn't work, but if it did...

Well, first he needed to concentrate. He sat a bit away from everyone, only partially hearing them so he'd know what the plan was. The other part of his attention was focused on bringing up memories from Hermione's research. After his possession in fifth year, Hermione had thrown herself into research to see if there was anyway for Harry to be able to protect himself from another instance like that.

She'd found a spell eventually, but it was only for someone already possessed, not preventing it. After further research, she'd found a charm that could be placed on items that prevented it, which Harry was wearing at the moment. It was a small invisible band around his wrist, irremovable by anyone but himself. The spell for removing possession was what he needed to recall though, so he sat and meditated, bringing the memory forth in his mind and studying it.

He'd never had to perform the spell, but it didn't seem too difficult. It did require a lot of energy though, and given who he was going to attempt exercising, he wasn't sure he'd have the power to do it.

For Dean and Sam, he would try.


"So, you're really from oh-nine?" Chuck asked.

"Yeah, afraid so," Dean replied good naturedly.

"Some free advice? You ever get back there, you hoard toilet paper. You understand me? Hoard it. Hoard it like it's made of gold. 'Cause it is," Chuck insisted.

"Thank you, Chuck," Dean chuckled.

"Oh, you'll thank me, all right. Mark my words." Chuck was solemn as he said that.

"I'll see you around," Dean said as he looked for Harry.

He saw him sitting on the ground, by himself. He seemed to be, meditating?

"Yeah. Okay." Dean nodded at Chuck's reply and approached Harry.

"Ready to go?" He asked quietly, not wanting to startle the man.

"Yes." Harry's relaxed body gracefully rose up, and he turned to look at Dean.

"Alright?" Dean asked, though he could see Harry looked oddly serene.

"I am." Harry nodded and smiled softly at him, making his stomach flutter a bit.

The pair moved to the vehicles and got into one.

The cars left.


Harry sat in the back, while Dean rode in the front as Castiel drove. He watched quietly as Castiel took a few pills.

"Let me see those." Dean didn't look happy about Castiel taking them.

"You want some?" Castiel offered calmly.

"Amphetamines?" Dean questioned with some concern.

He knew it was just Dean's protective streak showing itself, and smiled a bit, looking out the window.

"It's the perfect antidote to that absinthe." Castiel informed.

"Mmm. Don't get me wrong, Cas. I, uh. I'm happy that the stick is out of your ass, but—what's going on—w-with the drugs and the orgies and the love-guru crap?" Dean scowled when Castiel only laughed at him.

"What's so funny?"

"Dean, I'm not an angel anymore." That grabbed both passengers attention.

"What?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"Yeah, I went mortal."

"What do you mean? How?" A very good question.

"I think it had something to do with the other angels leaving. But when they bailed, my mojo just kind of— psshhew!—drained away. And now, you know, I'm practically human. I mean, Dean, I'm all but useless. Last year, broke my foot, laid up for two months." Well that sucked.

"Wow." Wow indeed.


"So, you're human. Well, welcome to the club." Harry just shook his head at Dean, though no one could see it.

"Thanks. Except I used to belong to a much better club. And now I'm powerless. I'm hapless, I'm hopeless. I mean, why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence, right? It's the end, baby. That's what decadence is for. Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out? But then, that's just how I roll." Castiel smiled and shrugged as he drove.

No one said anything to that. What could they?


Upon arriving at the hot scene, everyone began scanning the area.

"There. Second-floor window. We go in there." Future Dean decided.

"You sure about this?" Risa asked skeptically.

"They'll never see us coming. Trust me. Now, weapons check. We're on the move in five." Future Dean commanded.

"Hey, uh, me. Can I talk to you for a sec?" Dean asked future Dean, and Harry wanted to do that himself.

Harry watched as the two moved to speak privately. He had a bit of a bad feeling about what was going on, so he discreetly cast a listening charm to hear what the two were saying.

"Tell me what's going on," Dean demanded.

"What?" Future Dean seemed surprised, but Dean certainly didn't seem to be buying it, so neither did Harry.

"I know you. You're lying to these people and to me."

"Is that so."

"Yeah. See, I know your lying expressions. I've seen them in the mirror. Now, there's something you're not telling us." Good to know, he still wasn't familiar with all of Dean's facial expressions.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, really? Well, I don't seem to be the only member of your posse with some questions, so, uh, maybe I'll just take my doubts over to them."

"Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait."


"Take a look around you, man. This place should be white-hot with Croats. Where are they?"

"They cleared a path for us. Which means that this is—"

"A trap. Exactly." Figures.

"Well, then we can't go through the front."

"Oh, we're not. They are. They're the decoys. You and me, we're going in through the back." Harry nearly gasped at the callous way future Dean spoke of human life.

"You mean you're gonna feed your friends into a meat grinder? Cas, too? You want to use their deaths as a diversion?" Dean seemed just a shocked as Harry, which had Harry relaxing a bit.


"Oh, man, something is broken in you. You're making decisions that I would never make. I wouldn't sacrifice my friends." Harry felt sadness well in him at how accurate Dean's assessment of this alternate future Dean was.

"You're right. You wouldn't. It's one of the main reasons we're in this mess, actually," Future Dean snapped.

"These people count on you. They trust you."

"They trust me to kill the devil and to save the world and that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

"No. Not like this, you're not. I'm not gonna let you."

"Oh, really?" Harry tensed at the challenge in future Dean's voice.


Harry gasped as he heard the sound of flesh hitting flesh and looked over to see Dean fall to ground, knocked unconscious from future Dean's punch. Future Dean merely looked over at him, practically daring him to do something. Harry felt his shock fade into anger at the different version of the man he loved, then it was replaced with worry when Dean didn't move.

Ignoring the future counterpart, he rushed to Dean's side, checking his head for major damage. Harry briefly looked up when everyone left. Harry knew he needed to help Dean first, only then could they, hopefully, save the others. Harry was almost tempted to let future Dean deal with Lucifer on his own, but there was the possibility that he would end up killing Lucifer, killing Sam in the process. No matter how much of an asshole future Dean was being, he couldn't let that affect his decision to help Sam. Sam didn't deserve to be trapped like that.

Healing Dean's head, he cast an enervate and watched as Dean woke up.

"Wha-?" Dean asked in confusion.

"Shh, easy. You were knocked out." Harry eased, as he stroked Dean's hair soothingly.

"That bastard! He punched me!" Dean yelled suddenly and shot up, only to be restrained by Harry, who pushed him back.

"Easy, get your bearings first." Harry waited for Dean to calm down, then let him get up.

"Where are the others?" Dean asked frantically when he noticed they were alone.

"They left. You've only been out for a few minutes. I didn't want your oh-so-charming-doppelganger knowing I could heal you so quickly. If we hurry we might be able to save the others," Harry rushed.

Dean simply nodded and they took off, going to help Castiel and the others first. They ran to the building where future Dean had sent the others and entered cautiously. Hearing gunfire, they moved a bit quicker.

Unfortunately, by the time they arrived, a couple people were already dead, but Castiel was still alive. Harry and Dean wasted no time in helping take out the enemy forces, Harry's magic proving deadly against his foes. When their opponents were dead, Harry rushed to Dean, gaining his attention.

"Come on, it might not be too late." Harry tugged Dean, who soon caught on and ran with him to the garden where a showdown was occurring.


Dean and Harry had decided to enter the garden at different angles, though Dean wasn't sure why, as it was Harry's idea. He just knew that Harry didn't do things without a reason, and there was no time to question it.

Entering the garden, thunder rumbled suddenly and a flash of lightening occurred. He froze when he saw his double on the ground, his neck being held down by someone wearing a white shoe. Their eyes locked, and just as Dean knew his counterpart's life was about to be snuffed out, future Dean slid out from under the foot.

The man, who Dean distantly knew was Sam, but couldn't face that fact at the moment, stumbled slightly.

Everyone looked over to see future Dean on the ground, having slid, in front of Harry, who was gazing calmly at Lucifer.

"Harry Potter?" Sam's voice permeated the air, and Dean wanted nothing more than to punch the imposter wearing his brother's skin.

"That's right," Harry stated calmly, and it was only then that Dean noticed Harry's hands were glowing a bright white.

Lucifer didn't get a chance to reply as a pop filled the air and suddenly Harry was behind Lucifer, jumping on his back and latching onto his face with his hands. His glowing hands made contact with Sam's flesh and a scream of pure pain filled the air in Sam's voice. Lucifer tried to remove Harry from himself, dropping down and slamming Harry into the ground, a boom of energy blowing out from the pair.

Dean screamed in fear for Harry, but had to cover his eyes from the bright light emitting from the pair. It seemed to last forever, the loud scream, that soon had two sounds coming from the same body. The second voice grew shrill and Dean covered his ears, the gas station flashing briefly in his mind, making him realize that he was hearing Lucifer's scream.

A hard ripple of energy sent Dean flying off his feet, throwing him into some bushes, as a loud rumble filled the air.

Then it was silent.


Harry nearly collapsed in exhaustion, but he had to confirm that the spell had worked. He rolled the huge body off of him, arms shaking with the effort, and looked at Sam, who immediately curled into a shivering ball.

Harry felt his heart break for the man and moved to comfort him.

"Sam, he's gone now. He can't get to you anymore." Harry soothed and lightly brushed his hand over Sam's perfectly kept hair.

His only response was a whimper and the head moving away from his hand. Harry sighed, knowing what he had to do, and placed a hand once more on Sam. Sam tried to move away, but Harry only needed a second to cast a sleeping spell on Sam. Sam went still immediately.

"What did you do to him?!" Harry glanced over in surprise, having nearly forgotten the others.

"He's fine, just sleeping. He seemed too distressed, and he likely needs some proper rest," Harry replied to future Dean, even though he was still angry with him over what he'd done to Dean.

"We should go, I don't like being here. I feel restless," Harry spoke as he got up slowly, making sure he wasn't too exhausted.

He smiled when Dean was suddenly there, hovering like he wanted to pick him up and carry him back to the camp himself. He waved his hand at Sam's body and heard dual gasps as Sam suddenly floated in the air like he weighed nothing.

"What are you-?" Future Dean began, only to be cut off by Harry.

"Levitation spell, easier to get him back to the car, don't you think?" Harry answered brusquely, as he began heading towards the cars.

Dean moved next to him after informing his future counterpart that some of the others were alive.

Future Dean didn't say anything to that, or anything at all on the return trip.


So Harry had a trick up his sleeve for old Lucy. Let me know what you think. If you just want me to update, don't bother to review, I already know people want me to update this story. If you have other stuff to tell me, however, I'd be glad to read about that in a review or pm.

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