Sam's not sure how to feel about the new hunter tagging along with him and Dean.
The messy-haired young man with the vibrant green eyes is intuitive and clever and a brilliant hunter, no doubt there, but he's also oddly clueless about tiny things.
"Dude, it's a cellphone. How the hell do you not have one?" Dean demands, waving the device in one hand while driving the Impala with the other, and Harry simply blinks those huge green eyes back at him, bewildered.
"I didn't need one back in London." Not to mention that accent, which reminds Sam far too much of a certain British thief, is seriously driving the taller Winchester insane.
"Didn't need - how do you not need a cellphone?!" Dean protests.
Harry shrugs as he brushes his bangs out of his face and Sam gets a glimpse of that weird lightning scar on his forehead. "Just didn't, mate."
"Quit calling me that!" Dean scowls and switches on the radio. Harry flinches in the backseat of the Impala as Led Zeppelin blares from it.
"Bloody hell, what is that?!" he cries as he fumbles to cover his ears and Sam can't help but laugh as Dean proclaims that Harry has never lived until now.
Maybe he would get used to this kid, after all.
I know, this one's really short, but the next one's longer. I'll write a Harry-meets-the-Winchesters one eventually, I swear. This is just a fun little oneshot I thought up while rereading the Harry Potter series. And since I hadn't ventured into Supernatural fanfiction yet, I thought I'd give it a go.
Let me know what you think, since I'm definitely considering writing more in the SuperPotter 'verse. I suspect I'll have to turn this into a multi-drabble fic at some point.