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Sam was dozing off against the window when the buzzing of his cell pulled him back to life. They were somewhere in New Mexico and had just finished taking care of a freaky bird monster the local’s called La Chusa. Dean was at the wheel leaving Sam to struggle against the drugging heat that seemed to seep into his very bones. He was in that hazy place between awake and asleep that always seemed to creep up on him on these long drives. Especially in the summer heat that seemed fit to melt the very asphalt they drove on. He gave the phone a one eyed squint but recognizing Bobby’s number quickly straightened in his seat and reached out to lower the sound on Dean’s rock music. Dean glanced over noting the phone in his hand before returning his eyes to the road.
“Hello?” Sam asked still trying to shake to sleep from his voice.
“Hey Sam how are ya?” Bobby asked in a tone so riddled with tension it made Sam stiffen. Dean caught his subtle change and raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“I’m good Bobby. Dean and I just finished a job in New Mexico what’s up?”
“Well I wanted to ask you boys a favor.” Bobby replied.
“Of Course Bobby, anything.” Sam assured him.
“Well, you remember that kid Harry? You met him about six months ago at my place.” Sam had a sudden vivid flash of a pale dark haired man, head thrown back and legs wrapped around his brother’s waist. He shook the thought from his brain and was careful not to look toward Dean, it had taken weeks for Sam to meet his eyes after his bout of accidental voyeurism four months earlier.
“Yeah,” Sam replied voice unintentionally strangled “Course I remember him.”
“Good. Good. Well the thing is, he’s a good hunter and a real nice kid. He don’t keep in touch with me as much as I’d like but he’s got a girl back in England sort of like a long distance research partner and they talk most everyday.”
“Okay.” Sam prompted after Bobby paused.
“Thing is I just got a call from her, she ain’t heard from him in going on ten days. He was on a hunt up in Rawlins, Wyoming and she’s pretty worried. Asked if I’d heard anything and I ain’t but I wondered if you boys’d be willing to poke around a bit and see what you can find out. Careful though, I don’t want you disappearing on me.”
“Harry’s missing?” Sam asked just to be clear he’d heard correctly. He couldn’t avoid the sidelong glance he sent toward Dean as he said it. His brother’s entire body had gone tense and his fingers were white where they gripped the steering wheel. “We’ll check it out Bobby.” Sam assured their friend before hanging up and turning to Dean.
“Rawlins, Wyoming.” Sam told Dean eyeing his tense posture with concern.
“How long?” Dean asked through clenched teeth.
“What?” Sam asked in confusion.
“How long’s he been missing?” Dean asked in a low even tone clearly trying to sound calm but entirely missing the mark.
“Ten Days.” Sam told him softly, Dean’s eyes fell closed and he gave a short nod before turning up the radio and flooring the gas.
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Dean hadn’t spoken. Not one word since he’d asked Sam how long Harry’d been missing. Sam hadn’t tried to make him. He didn’t know exactly how long Dean and Harry had been involved, was that time at the Roadhouse the first time? Had they met up since then? Sam was fairly sure they hadn’t but since he’d never mustered the nerve to ask his brother about the last encounter he couldn’t really be certain. What he could be certain of was that however well they knew each other Dean was very worried. More worried than Sam would have expected for a one-night stand that hadn’t even stayed the night.
He understood why, ten days was a long time to be missing in their business. The chances that Harry was still alive were pretty low. If he was alive then chances that he was still human were even lower. Sam half hoped the other hunter was dead. It would be better than finding him turned into something else. Something they’d have to kill. Sam shook the thought from his head. They’d cross that bridge if they came to it. Right now he had to stay positive, Bobby had called them with details about the place Harry’d been staying at so at least they had a clear place to start.
Normally a drive from New Mexico to Wyoming would take upwards of ten hours, Dean broke every speed limit and got them there in four.
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Dean was trying very hard not to think. He focused on driving and avoided thinking about the destination. He didn’t think about Harry’s green eyes hazy with lust or sparking with amusement. He didn’t think about pink lips twisted into a mocking smirk because inevitably these thoughts would be followed by those same green eyes blank and hollow with death. Those pretty lips smeared with blood. That was not going to happen. Not on Dean’s watch, not to Harry.
He repeated it like a mantra inside his brain and he drove faster.
Not to Harry. Not to Harry. Not to Harry.
He ignored the part of him that thought it might be too late. The part that said he never should have let the hunter out of his sight. Should have tailed him when he’d driven off into the night on that stupid bike four months ago. Dean had claimed Harry and he had meant it but he’d still let the younger man disappear into the night without leaving so much as a contact number.
Not to Harry. Not to Harry. Not to Harry.
The drive to Rawlins was the longest of Dean’s life but after what felt like an eternity they pulled into the motel where Bobby said the other man had been staying. They walked up to the front desk and asked for a room while Sam chatted up the other cashier to try and find out which room was Harry’s.
“Oh yeah I remember him. Such pretty eyes! He paid ahead for a week but a woman called and paid for another one. Nobody’s been in there though and I haven’t seen him for days. He was pretty insistent about no housekeeping service.” The blond at the counter informed them with wide eyes as she handed over their keys. She’d recognized Harry from a picture Bobby had forwarded on his cell. They were booked into the room next to Harry’s and only dropped off their stuff before heading over to pick the lock.
Harry’s room was virtually empty. There was a single book casually discarded on the bedside table, Dean moved to pick it up and found it to have been heavily thumbed through with nearly every page dog eared.
“Ca-lar-ipy-too?” He asked Sam trying to sound out the strange title. Sam’s head snapped up in surprise and he crossed to take the book from Dean.
“Kalaripayattu,” Sam clarified speaking slowly “It’s a form of Martial Arts from India, pretty hardcore stuff actually.”
Dean nodded took the book back from Sam flipping through and looking at the diagrams of fighters. He noted that Harry had gone through underlining certain moves and circling others. He looked up at Sam.
“You think it has anything to do with the case?” He asked but Sam shook his head.
“I doubt it. But there’s got to be something here! Why would he tell them not to send in housekeeping if there wasn’t anything suspicious in his room? Do you think somebody cleaned it out?”
“Why would they leave the book?” Dean asked and Sam shrugged before both moved to begin looking for anything that might be hidden.
It was in a last ditch moment of desperation that Dean kicked the bed and caused the mattress to shift revealing a small scrap of paper shoved between the mattress and the box spring. moving quickly Dean lifted the mattress to expose a detailed map of the area along with a sketch that was easily recognizable.
“Oh that looks like-”
“A werewolf.” Dean confirmed finishing his brother’s thought.
“Harry’s been gone ten days. . .there hasn’t been a full moon.” Sam stated and Dean turned to look at him.
“What are you thinking?”
“Well I mean. . .they can’t have turned him but maybe they’ve got him somewhere?”
“When’s the next moon?” Dean questioned. Sam quickly grabbed his phone to check his calendar.
“Tomorrow night.”
Not to Harry. Not to Harry. Not to Harry.
“We’ll find him before then.” Dean said firmly as he swung open the door to head back to their own room.
“Ain’t that the truth!” was the last thing Dean heard before something impacted hard with his skull and everything was black.
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Harry had never enjoyed being held captive. Not that he was being treated particularly bad but it was just so boring! He’d spent years at the Dursley’s adjusting to long hours in a cupboard he knew he could handle this. Heck here they were even feeding him! He wished they didn’t feel the need to keep him chained. They only unlocked him for meals and bathroom breaks, not that he wasn’t grateful but handcuffs did tend to chafe after the first few hours. He could have just used magic of course, his wand was strapped to his shin and under an invisibility charm but he had a plan.
Hermione would be pissed. He knew she had to be about losing her mind with him out of contact for so long but he really thought this would be the best way. She had a charm that monitored his vitals so he hoped she’d be content to know he was still alive and unharmed. Now he had an in and had been using his time to feel out his captors. They were planning to change him at the full moon, they knew he was hunter and thought he’d be a valuable asset to the pack. He’d been using his captivity to figure out who the brains behind the operation was and to try and give an alternative to the beta wolves who didn’t realize they had other options.
He’d already handed out three portkeys, they would transport them to secure room at Hermione’s clinic just before they transformed. Hermione was working on an altered version of the Wolfsbane that would work with the North American variety of Werewolf. Hopefully this new batch of willing research subjects would be enough to distract her from how long Harry had been out of contact.
Harry squinted to catch sight of the high windows in the warehouse where he was being held. The sun was going down and by his calculations tomorrow would be the full moon. Then he could free himself from the restraints and kill any wolf that had declined his earlier offers of mercy. He didn’t feel the least bit guilty either, he’d offered them a way to change without hurting anyone. If they didn’t want to take it then that was their choice but he certainly wasn’t going to stand idly by and let them continue killing.
Harry glanced around a group of about five had taken off earlier leaving just three wolves here. He hadn’t expected so many to leave their den so close to the moon but it didn’t really matter the big show wouldn’t start until tomorrow. With a sigh he leaned his head back against the pole they’d chained him too and drifted to sleep. The benefit of surviving a war and living in a tent for a year is Harry could sleep any time, any place.
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Dean drifted back to consciousness to the sound of liberal curse words spoken with a british lilt. The familiar voice had him half hard despite the throbbing headache and aching pain in his wrists. At least until he opened his eyes and blinked blearily at his surroundings. The room he was in had gray walls, the only windows were high up next to the ceiling but no light shone through them so he knew it was already late. There were a few boxes abandoned around the room and a table off to the side but it was currently unoccupied. Looking around him he found Sam to his left hands cuffed behind his back and connected to a chain that ran up the wall to loop around an exposed pipe. Dean’s hands seemed cuffed in a similar fashion if the pain in his wrists and slight jingle when he moved gave any indication.
Turning to his right, the direction from which the british curse words were still emanating, Dean saw Harry. Harry was restrained much like they were except rather than being chained to the ceiling his hands were pulled behind him to circle a support beam. Dean met his green eyes and almost flinched at the harsh glare Harry was sending his way.
“Just what the bloody fuck do you think you’re doing here?” Harry demanded as soon as Dean met his eyes. Dean almost laughed.
“Err. . .rescuing you?” he offered bashfully. Harry sighed heavily.
“You’re an idiot.”
“Hey!” Sam exclaimed “You’re chained up too!”
“Yes,” Harry replied in a tone that suggested he was explaining something to a particularly slow child. “But I have a plan or I did before you two decided to get yourselves captured. Now you’ve buggered everything up.”
“It’s not our fault we got captured! I don’t even know how they knew we were there!” Sam replied offended. Harry rolled his eyes.
“They took you from the motel?” Harry questioned and Dean nodded slowly “It was the blond at the front desk. She’s one of them.”
“Werewolves?” Dean asked, Harry nodded confirming what they’d already suspected.
“They’re recruiting,” He informed them “ They like hunters because we’re strong and we know how other hunters think so they can help the pack stay under the radar.”
“Shit.” Dean cursed and Harry nodded. Before they could say more the blond from the motel strolled into the room.
“Harry! I see you’ve met the new recruits did you know them? They were looking for you.” She spoke in a high sugary sweet voice that made Dean’s head throb. She walked into the room swaying her hips suggestively and came to straddle Harry’s lap.
“We’ve met.” Harry responded and Dean was shocked at the warm tone but was more so at the words that followed. . “I’m pretty excited, it’ll be nice to have some friends in the pack.”
The blond pouted. “But I thought we could be friends Harry.” As she spoke she leaned forward pressing her cleavage into Harry’s face and Dean’s jealously flared so hot he thought he could break the chains by sheer force of his outrage.
“I’d like that too,” Harry responded in deep suggestive tone Dean had never heard Harry use before. “I wish you’d unchain me, I can show you how friendly I can be.” Harry told her in a voice filled with promise. The girl giggled.
“Oh Harry! I wish I could but only one more day. Jeff is very strict about that but tomorrow everything will change.” As the girl spoke she ran her hands up and down Harry’s chest, unbuttoning his shirt and caressing the firm abdominal muscles Dean was so fond of licking. Harry glanced over at him and Dean was gratified to see a look of deep disgust on his face.
“Jessie!” Dean tracked the voice to the door where the blond had entered, the girl jumped and turned to face the tall, muscular brunette who stood scowling at her. “No touching the recruits. I’m on watch tonight! Get out of here.”
The blond scowled at the other man but still stood and left the room brushing past him with a glare. The dark haired man entered the room and grabbed a chair from the table on the end of the room and straddled it backward.
“Sorry Harry, you know she’ll be livid when she figures out you bat for the wrong team.” the man told him with an amused shake of his head. Harry scowled.
“She won’t find out, she’ll be dead.” Harry replied in a voice so cold it made Dean shiver. The man on the chair shifted uncomfortably but didn’t respond. Instead he glanced over at Sam and Dean.
“Will the new recruits interfere?” He asked Dean exchanged a look with Sam before looking back at Harry.
“They change the dynamic.” Harry replied evenly “I need you to do something for me Aaron.”
Aaron shook his head but Harry continued to speak regardless.
“I need my access to my bag. I know they grabbed it from my room just leave it in here, up against the wall behind me should be fine.”
“I can’t!” Aaron replied in a panicked whisper “If Jeff finds out, he’ll kill before the moon!”
“Then don’t let him find out. Bring it in, drop it behind me where it won’t be noticed and use what I gave you to get out.” Harry’s voice was low and commanding. Dean didn’t know what he was talking about but he knew he couldn’t imagine telling him no. Aaron was still shaking his head however.
“Harry this isn’t what we agreed.” he said almost pleadingly but Harry just glared at him until the werewolf swallowed heavily and nodded. “Okay-okay I’ll get it for you but then I’m getting the hell out of here and you’re on your own.”
“Not tonight, you’ll be missed. Leave tomorrow they’ll be distracted prepping for the moon.” Harry told him Aaron nodded and stood moving toward the door. Harry’s voice stopped him just as he reached for the doorknob “Aaron, you won’t regret this.”
Dean watched as Aaron looked long and hard at Harry before giving a short nod and leaving the room. Harry sighed and closed his eyes, leaning his head against the pillar to which he was chained.
“What the hell was that about?” Dean demanded harshly but Harry just smirked and shook his head.
“You should both try to get some sleep. You won’t get much tomorrow night.”
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Dean had finally given up on getting more information out of Harry after both he and Sam had failed to garner any further response from the man. In fact it looked as though Harry had simply closed his eyes and gone to sleep. If it weren’t for the slight smirk that pulled on Harry’s lips Dean almost would have bought it too. Eventually Dean did allow himself to drift off keeping his eyes directed toward Harry until he could hold them open no longer.
He woke several hours later if the sunlight drifting in from above was any indicator. He opened his eyes and was caught in Harry’s intense gaze. The other man was watching him closely from where he was chained and the look on his face made Dean catch his breath. Normally Harry was so nonchalant Dean wondered if he was the only one caught up in whatever it was they had together. If it was only him who felt this intense need to touch and taste and own but Harry’s gaze on his face was every ounce as possessive as Dean had ever felt. For a moment they just stared at each other.
“Harry-”Dean spoke desperately but with no real idea of what else he wanted to say. He just wanted to say something just to acknowledge this thing between them but Harry looked away. Cutting him off Harry’s eyes were suddenly focused on the door on the far side of the room.
“Normally they’ll unchain you to eat and use the bathroom. It’s no use trying to run, you’re outnumbered and this complex is fairly large. Just stay calm. I have a plan.” Harry told him, Sam’s voice startled Dean and caused a rush of guilt. He hadn’t even thought to check if his little brother was awake.
“What’s the plan?” Sam demanded. Harry shook his head.
“It’ll go better if you don’t know. If it goes wrong they’ll only kill me and let you two live.”
“Harry!” Dean growled angrily but the entrance of one of the werewolves cut him off. It was blond girl, Jessie her hair done up in a casual looking bun, closely followed by a larger blond man. Harry stiffened and straightened his shoulders at the sight of him which was all Dean needed to know.
“Full moon tonight,” Jessie said in a sing song voice “I can’t wait, Jeffy says I can bite one of you! There’s nothing like the taste of blood in your mouth Harry, I know you’ll love it once you’ve changed. Then we can hunt together next month.”
As she spoke the man came behind Harry and undid his cuffs allowing him to stand and stretch before grasping his arm firmly and escorting him from the room.
The next ten minutes were the longest of Dean’s life, he found himself obsessing about any number of terrible scenarios. Were they hurting him? Was that Jessie touching him?
Finally Harry returned looking no worse for wear. Just as the large blond man was moving to chain him back up Harry turned and reaching out grabbed Jessie’s hand and pulled her toward him. He yanked her against his chest and kissed her deeply burying his fingers in her hair and releasing the bun so it cascaded over her shoulders. The blond man growled and Dean matched him.
“Get your filthy hands off my sister!” The blond yelled yanking Harry away and throwing him to the ground. Harry responded with a cocky grin.
“Sorry Jeff, I couldn’t resist.” he replied cockily as he allowed himself to be chained back to the supporting beam. Jessie was flushed and giggling as Jeff proceeded to unchain Dean and escort him from the room.
Dean was fuming. What the hell was Harry playing at?! Kissing that blood thirsty bimbo. He was so angry it took him several minutes to realize he was being offered food.
“Eat!” The burly blond Jeff demanded “You’ll need your strength up if you want to survive the change.”
“I’m not letting you change me into a filthy wolf.” Dean spat refusing the sandwich despite his growling hunger. He knew it was stupid but he was so angry about Harry he couldn’t let these idiots think they had him under any kind of control. In fact he really just wanted to punch the bitch, she was still giggling and smiling, peeking through the door at where Harry was chained. On impulse Dean lunged for her but another blow to his head had him staggering off balance, which was enough for Jeff to drag him back to his chains.
“Fuck you then,” the man spat “You’ll regret not eating.”
Dean watched as Sam was dragged from the room as soon as the door closed Harry snapped at them.
“What the hell? I told you not to try and escape.”
“I didn’t.” Dean snarled back not wanting to look at him. Then after a pause he turned to glare angrily at the other man. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing touching her. I told you before You ARE MINE!”
Harry raised an eyebrow before he leaned his head back and laughed softly.
“You really are a jealous prat aren’t you? I kissed her because I needed a bloody pin from her hair.”
Dean blinked.
“Oh,” he replied softly garnering another chuckle from Harry.
“Idiot.” Dean couldn’t help but warm at how fond Harry sounded.
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The next few hours passed more quickly than Dean would have liked. Throughout the day various members of the wolf pack passed in and out of the room. Dean did his best to stay calm but found himself spending most of his time just watching Harry. This was the most time they’d ever spent together. It was strange to be around the other man without tearing his clothes off. Harry himself seemed utterly calm. He rarely spoke as the hours ticked by and more than once he seemed to simply drift to sleep against the pole to which he was chained.
Aaron came in alone and carrying Harry’s bag later into the day. Harry sat up straighter and met the other’s eyes.
“How long?” Harry asked and Aaron glanced at his watch then out toward the sky.
“Two hours, give or take a few minutes.” The wolf replied moving behind Harry and dropping his bag to lean against the pole on which Harry was chained.
“What about Scott and Brian?” Harry asked.
“Already gone I think, Scott went out to pick up breakfast and hasn’t come back and Brian announced he was going on a beer run about half an hour ago.” Aaron replied.
“You’re leaving it awful close.” Harry replied in a wry tone. Dean watched as Aaron’s eyes tracked to the door before returning to Harry’s face. He and Sam might as well not have been in the room for all the attention Aaron paid them. Abruptly he dropped to his knees and moved close to Harry.
“I don’t want to leave you here. I can take you with me, please Harry.” Aaron spoke desperately but Harry just shook his head.
“There’s no way you could get all three of us out without getting stopped.”
“But what if I just used-” Whatever Aaron was going to say was quickly cut off by Harry.
“It’s only strong enough for one person. Maybe two in a stretch but no way it would carry four.” Harry told him. Aaron glanced toward Sam and Dean before looking back at Harry. Dean knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth.
“Two. . I could take you Harry,” Dean wanted to tell Harry to do it. If he could get out he should do so but Harry was already glaring daggers at Aaron.
“No.” He said in that same ice voice Dean had heard him use the day before. “You should go.”
Aaron stood and hesitated for a moment longer before he turned and ran from the room.
As the sky outside began to darken the tension in the room seemed to increase to almost smothering proportions. Finally unable to take the anticipation and the silence any longer Sam broke.
“So. . .now seems like a good time to put that escape plan into action Harry.” He volunteered and Dean couldn’t help but nod in agreement. Harry looked over at them both his eyebrows raised in surprise.
“Who ever said anything about escaping?” The brit asked mildly and Dean gaped at him.
“You said you had plan!” Sam exclaimed in horror.
“I never said it was an escape plan. What would that solve?”
“It would solve the us being eaten by werewolves problem.” Dean responded unable to help the incredulity that snuck into his tone. He’d trusted Harry! Trusted he had a way out of this for them and now he had almost no time to figure out an alternative.
“Nobody’s being eaten by werewolves.” Harry responded mildly “Calm down.”
“CALM DOWN?” Dean demanded “I FUCKING trusted you! With my life, with Sam’s life and now you’re telling me you don’t have any intention of getting us out of here before the moon comes up?”
Harry shrugged but before he could respond one way or the other the door swung open and in walked Jessie and Jeff. Jessie grinned at them while her brother observed them with quiet sternness.
“Almost time.” Jessie sang as she began to remove her clothes in preparation for her change. “Just a few minutes left now.”
Harry’s softly spoken “Finally.” only served to put Dean even more on edge.
Dean decided to keep his eyes on Harry, he may have been angry at the man but if he was going to die. He’d like Harry to have been the last thing he saw. Harry’s eyes met his and the other man sent him an amused sort of smile before his face lapsed into concentration. It was then that Dean noticed the minute movements of Harry’s hands still chained behind his back.
Outside the last vestiges of day were fading finally and Dean couldn’t help the way his heart rate picked up. He heard low growls begin to emanate from in front of him but still kept his eyes trained on Harry.
“Dean!” Sam’s voice was pitched high and Dean knew the change must have happened. Still he didn’t look.
“It’s going to be okay Sam, Harry’s got a plan.” Dean told his brother without tearing his eyes away. Harry’s eyes widened and he sent Dean a genuine smile as his handcuffs clattered to the ground.
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Harry let out an inaudible sigh of relief as he felt the lock of the cuffs release and his hands were finally free. The twins had taught Harry to pick locks all the way back in second year but it had been at least a decade since he’d last bothered to use the skill. With the Winchester’s here he simply couldn’t risk using any magic. He was enjoying his interactions with Dean far too much to risk them by exposing himself as more than human. Bobby had warned him in no uncertain terms that if the brother’s found out about his magic they would shoot first ask questions later.
With his hands free Harry did a quick roll to the wall and reached into his bag. It looked like a normal duffel bag from the outside but inside it was almost endless. He cast a wandless Accio and Gryffindor’s sword slapped firmly into his hand. Harry jumped to his feet with a feral grin, spinning on his heel to face the now fully transformed werewolves. He’d managed to get his sword just minutes after the moon set and they were just now getting their bearings after the change.
They had centered their sights on Sam and Dean, so Harry let out a shout to get their attention.
“Hey Jessie!” She turned “Sorry to tell you but I don’t think we’ll work out. . .you’ve got a face like a dog.”
She growled and charged, just as Harry hoped she would, he dodged left and swung his sword up slicing into her chest before bringing up the blade to remove her head from her shoulders. It was almost too easy but the smell of blood and yowl she released was enough to pull Jeff toward him growling angrily.
He was more careful recognizing the danger of the sword in Harry’s hand and keeping a distance. Waiting to strike, Harry let him and paced carefully forward pushing his advantage and moving into position in front of the Winchesters. He could hear the other wolves just outside the door, they’d scented the blood and were trying to break in. Jeff was the Alpha and they were drawn to him. Harry knew there should be three more out there, provided Aaron had told the truth about the other’s who’d abandoned the pack. He didn’t expect the door to hold long.
As if sensing his slight lapse in attention Jeff took this moment to lunge forward aiming straight for Harry’s jugular. This time Harry couldn’t dodge instead he swung the blade and buried in directly in Jeff’s heart. Impaled the wolf/man struggled for a few more moments before going limp on Harry’s blade. With a hard jerk Harry dislodged the blade and just to be safe quickly decapitated him.
Harry barely had time to pull up his blade when the door gave and the other wolves barreled into the room. They were wild and growling egged on by the smell of blood that now permeated the room. Spotting Harry they fell into formation, circling him. To Harry it seemed to go on forever they would circle before one wolf broke formation to snap at Harry only to be pushed back by his blade.
Soon Harry felt himself begin to tire. He’d killed a third wolf and wounded the other two but they continued to circle. Dean’s voice startled Harry and the wolves too.
“Harry!” He didn’t follow up with anything but his voice provided Harry the distraction he needed. The wolves turned toward the captives. Harry ran and jumped onto the back of the larger one simultaneously swinging his blade and burying it into the skull of the other wolf. It went down while the Were Harry was riding scraped it’s sharp claws across his arm in an attempt to dislodge him. Harry drew up his sword and slit it’s throat in one smooth stroke nearly decapitating the animal as it dropped to the ground. He rolled off it and found himself standing in the middle of the carnage.
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For several moments Dean could only gape in wonder. Harry had just taken out five werewolves! FIVE! Last time he and Sam had gone after a wolf it had taken both of them to put the thing down. Harry stood, his breathing heavy and spattered with blood. His grip seemed to slip and the jewel encrusted sword in his hand clattered to the ground the sound almost deafening after the silence that had fallen around them.
“Harry!” Sam’s voice seemed to snap Harry out of the daze he had fallen into and he looked up wild eyed toward Sam and then Dean. He seemed to shake himself before nodding. He bent down and took up his sword once more. Walking over to Sam he used the blade to sever the chain from the wall. After a glance around the room Harry moved to the table where their captors had left their clothing before transforming. He rifled through them and quickly located a set of keys which he used to free Sam. Dean watched as his brother stood stretching his back and rubbing his wrists.
“Petrol,” Harry spoke distractedly.
“What?” Sam asked.
“We need petrol, we’ll have to burn the whole place down. I think I saw a few cans a few days back when they let me up to use the loo. Go find them.” Harry clarified. For a moment Sam looked like he might argue but then his eyes slid from Harry down to where Dean was still chained. Dean wasn’t quite sure what the look in his little brother’s eyes meant but regardless Sam nodded slowly and left the room.
As soon as Sam was gone Harry turned to Dean and approached him slowly. Rather than unchaining him however Harry stood above him before abruptly dropping to his knees and straddling Dean’s hips. Dean’s vision was filled with Harry and when he looked up at those sparkling green eyes, Harry smirked. Dean had been hard from the moment he’d realized Harry was going to win. Watching the lithe hunter take out wolf after wolf had been probably the sexiest thing Dean had ever seen. Now he could feel the heat of Harry’s body pressed against his own and couldn’t help but groan.
Harry shifted pressing his ass down onto Dean’s hard cock and moving close as if to kiss Dean. Dean bucked his hips trying to create some friction against his aching erection as Harry moved in to whisper in his ear. His chin was rough with stubble from going so long without shaving and the breathy voice in Dean’s ear was almost more than Dean could take.
“I rather like you like this Dean,” Harry whispered hoarsely his hips grinding down, rubbing his rough chin against the sensitive skin of Dean’s neck. “All chained up. Helpless. Totally. At. My. Mercy.” He punctuated each word with a thrust of his hips down against Dean’s aching member, the sensation combined with the moist heat of his breath caressing Dean’s ear was more than Dean could take.
“Fuck Harry.” Dean whined surprised by how rough and needy his voice sounded. “Please.”
Harry’s only response was another quirk of his lips before he bent down and pulled Dean into a possessive kiss. Harry’s tongue plundered Dean’s mouth as he rocked his hips creating the most beautiful friction. Dean was still chained so he couldn’t do much more than whimper and try to arch his back into the overwhelming sensations Harry was creating for him. After what felt like ages Harry broke from kissing him and leaned his head against Dean’s shoulder panting heavily. After a moment Harry lifted his head and glanced around.
“Fuck!” Harry cursed “We can’t do this here.”
Dean blinked at him his brain still fuzzy with lust and his cock achingly hard.
“I’m pretty sure I can.” Dean responded thrusting his hips again to make his point. Harry gave him a sort of amused half smile but gestured to the room.
“Too many corpses.” Dean grimaced as his eyes took in the room. He’d forgotten where they were. The floor was stained red with blood and the bodies which had reverted back to their human forms in death were strewn everywhere.
“Shit.” Dean cursed as a chill of revulsion danced down his spine. Definitely not having sex here. Harry sighed and reached behind him keys in hand to release his cuffs before standing in a single smooth movement that had Dean hard all over again.
“We should probably. .” Harry made a vague gesture to the bodies and Dean sighed.
“I hate this part.”
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Sam returned with two ten gallon cans of gasoline to find that Harry and Dean had already centralized the location of the bodies. They doused the lot with the gasoline before making in a trail out of the building. The warehouse they’d been held in was on the outskirts of Rawlins, so far out the rest of the town was only visible by the flickering of lights in the distance. As they stepped outside Harry reached into his bag and drew out a pack of cigarettes. He shoved one into his mouth a lit it before turning to stare up at the full moon above them.
“You smoke?” Dean asked sounding incredulous. Harry shrugged.
“My father’s best friend was a werewolf.” He spoke so quietly Sam almost didn’t hear him. “My dad called it his ‘furry little problem.”
Harry’s smiled softly to himself and Sam felt awkward. Suddenly aware that this small confession was meant for Dean and that he was intruding.
“God you didn’t-” Dean cut himself off from finishing the question but Harry shook his head.
“No, no Remus was a good man. He locked himself away every full moon, never hurt a fly.” Suddenly Harry’s voice went from wistful to hard “Not like these fuckers.”
With a flick of his cigarette the trail of gas lit and darted it’s way into the building. Harry didn’t watch the flame build inside, instead he turned and began walking down the road toward town. Without any other options, Sam and Dean followed him.
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They got back to their motel fairly quickly considering they had to walk the distance. Dean was all for getting out of town but Harry pointed out that they would look more suspicious leaving town in the middle of the night rather than simply waiting until morning. Dean didn’t exactly argue the point. Instead he and Sam retired to their room as Harry retired to his. Dean showered quickly before pulling on his jeans and calling out to his brother.
“Hey Sammy, I just remembered I forgot to ask Harry about. . .that. . .thing I wanted to ask about. If I’m not back when you’re done just go to sleep.” Dean didn’t wait for his brother’s response before slipping out of their room and up to Harry’s door. He knocked once and the door swung open. Harry stood before him with nothing but a towel thrown around his waist. He’d managed shave as well as shower in the time Dean had been in his own room. As soon as he saw Dean his hand snapped out and pulled the other hunter into his room with more strength than Dean realized he had.
Once inside Harry slammed the door closed and pushed Dean against it kissing him hard. Dean surrendered at once lowering his hands to run along smooth skin, tracing the shifting muscles along the other man’s back. Harry broke away panting and began to speak in a harsh whisper against Dean’s neck.
“What the fuck did you think you were doing coming here?” Harry demanded.
“Err. . .” Whatever response Dean might have managed was cut off when Harry bit down hard on his collarbone. Startling Dean into a deep moan.
“I’d been missing for ten fucking days and you just waltz in here with no info. What the fuck were you thinking?!” Harry demanded slamming Dean’s body back against the door even as his hands trailed down his bare chest. Again Harry didn’t let Dean respond instead pulling him into a heated kiss. Dean’s hands found Harry’s hips and pulled the smaller man closer his fingers tightening on the pale skin as Harry’s towel fell away. Harry pulled back breathing heavily and trailing a line of bites down Dean’s neck.
“You could have died! You Stupid. Reckless. Ass!” Harry punctuated each insult with a bite as his hands worked the zip on Dean’s jeans. Dean groaned as Harry’s hand slipped in to wrap around his erection but still tried to respond to Harry’s outrage.
“I had to try,” His breath hitched as Harry’s finger tweaked the sensitive tip of his cock but Dean continued on. “I couldn’t just leave you to die!”
Harry let out a bitter sounding laugh even as he pulled Dean toward the bed using only his erect cock. He didn’t speak again until he’d tossed Dean down onto the mattress and straddled his hips.
“That’s right, Sam and Dean Winchester Big Damn Heroes gonna ride in on their white horses and save poor little Harry.” Harry sneered down at him despite the fact that his hand was still working over Dean’s thick member and sending blinding darts of pleasure through Dean’s body.
“Fuck you Dean Winchester.” Harry hissed leaning down and biting down hard on one of Dean’s nipples. “I don’t need you to fucking save me and you’d better never fucking try it again.”
Dean moaned again. Harry had never been so aggressive before and it was really fucking hot but after a moment his words penetrated the lust haze of Dean’s brain. Unwilling to let Harry’s comments pass Dean rose up and flipped the still smaller man over. Kissing him hard while using his free hand to dig in the dresser drawer for the lube he was certain to find there. He managed to open the bottle and pour some on his fingers with only one hand as he reached down to begin stretching Harry.
Harry moaned and his green eyes fell closed as Dean worked his fingers into him. Bending down Dean bit him hard working to mark his lover once more.
“No.” Dean growled softly as he pulled back up. Harry’s eyes flew open his face a picture of confusion and this time it was Dean’s turn to smirk. “If you get in trouble I will come to save you.”
Dean told him as he spread Harry’s thighs and lined himself up to Harry’s entrance. Harry shook his head and Dean paused.
“I don’t need you to save me.” Harry gasped while pressing his hips down to try and force Dean inside him. Understanding his earlier objection Dean began to slide his way into Harry’s shockingly tight body with a soft groan.
“I will still come.” Dean gasped out even as he began to move inside his lover “I will come and try to save you Every. Single. Time. Because you’re mine”
Harry might have responded, might have argued more but Dean shifted his hips and leaned down to grasp the younger man’s cock. Thrusting into him at the perfect angle Harry could only arch his body and scream in pleasure as Dean pounded into him. Their bodies slid together like they were made for it, Dean loved watching Harry’s lean muscles flex as the pleasure tore through him. Love pushing into that tight welcoming heat over and over again until it was all he could think about. Beneath him Harry was babbling and begging gasping little words like “Please” and “More” and “Oh god Harder.” Dean obliged.
As was the norm with Harry Dean felt himself becoming overwhelmed sooner than he would have liked. It had been months since they’d been like this and Dean hadn’t taken anyone else to bed. He began working Harry’s cock in earnest.
“Fuck Harry, I’m so close.” He gasped Harry let out something between a scream and moan as came hard into Dean’s hand. Dean groaned and thrust a few more desperate times before his orgasm washed over him and he exploded deep within his lover.
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Harry waited until Dean’s breathing had evened out to move. Shifting himself carefully from underneath the larger man he slid from the bed. Or at least he tried to slide from the bed. Dean’s arm suddenly tightened around his waist and pulled him back against the hunters chest.
“Don’t you dare.” Dean told him in a voice alert enough to tell Harry he’d been faking sleep. Harry held still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being held close before he replied.
“You do not own me. I am not yours Dean Winchester and I have places to be.” Harry told him keeping his voice cool and hard before trying again to leave the bed.
“I didn’t take you for a coward.” Dean’s reply made Harry stiffen before turning to face the other hunter with a scowl.
“I’m not a coward.” He hissed.
“Could have fooled me. Sneaking out in the middle of the night. Running off after every fuck. Seems pretty cowardly to me.” Dean replied his face shadowy in the darkened room and difficult to read.
“You don’t get it do you!” Harry snapped in frustration but Dean didn’t rise to the bait.
“No I don’t.”
“You’re going to die! I will be the death of you Dean Winchester! I never should have started this and now I am leaving.” Harry jerked himself away from Dean’s hold and stood only to be yanked down back to the bed and pinned by Dean’s bulk.
“The thing about Hero complexes Harry, is we’ve all got them. We’re hunters. Our lives are dangerous and we die young. If you think I’m going to let you go back out on your own you’re fucking out of your mind. You are going to sleep here tonight. We’re going to fuck again in a couple of hours and then the three of us are going to go to Bobby’s to let him know you’re okay.”
“No.” Harry responded looking away from the intense look in Dean’s eyes but Dean grabbed his chin and turned him back. He leaned down and kissed him before lifting up again.
“Yes and if you try to leave. I will follow you and drag your difficult fuckable british ass back again.” It was the look in Dean’s eyes that made Harry give in. He could apparate away and Dean would never find him but. . .he didn’t. Instead he sighed.
“I won’t cry at your funeral.”