Help From My Friend(s)

Harry Potter/Supernatural

Hells Gate has been open and Bobby decided to call a friend to see if he can help. He wasn't expecting the entire team to show up.

Possible slash

Chapter 1. Help

Bobby and the two Winchester boys wearily sat down on the couch in Bobby's living room. Books piled up in every corner but some where knocked down in their earlier haste. They had failed. The devils gate has been open and millions upon millions of demons have escaped. Now it was up to them to put the lid back on and put all the demons back where they belonged. The only problem is that there was only the Winchester boys and Bobby who knew what was really going on and the demons definitely outnumbered them. It was going to be messy unless they got some help. Ellen was out of the question as she and Jo was still mourning over the loses at the roadhouse, most of all mourning Ash. Most of their friends were now dead as well, so it was hard to find someone out there who would help and not blame them for the mistake they made.

Bobby, however, had one contact who would probably help if asked. He winced at the thought though, his friend was still a kid, no matter how old he got. The young man was strong and smart and always willing to help when needed but they hadn't exactly been on the best terms. That doesn't mean Bobby didn't check on him from time to time when he could. It was rather hard since the boy was half way across the world. Besides, Bobby really didn't want to drag him into another war especially since the kid had just gotten out of one. Unfortunately, it was the best chance they had at surviving the incoming apocalypse. Bobby fingered his phone, absentmindedly getting the Winchester's attention, and pressed the speed dial. It rang for a couple of seconds and Bobby pressed the speaker button, not wanting to hide anything from Sam and Dean. It only took four rings before someone answered.

"Ello?" A British voice asked before grunting, the sound of metal cutting into skin echoed through the receiver. In the background you could hear the screaming and yelling of people obviously fighting.

"Harry?" Bobby asked hesitantly, wondering if maybe he should call back another time or just not call at all. Really, why would Bobby call a kid to deal with a mess that wasn't even his? He would be just like that stupid Headmaster at the damn school he lost the kid to.

"Harry James Potter, are you seriously on the phone right now?! What's the matter with you?!" A shrill female voice shrieked, making the men wince in surprise.

"It would have been rude if I didn't answer 'Mione! Your the one always complaining about our manners!"

"Hurry up or so help me I will bombarda your ass!"

"Ok ok geez! You're mad women," the male voice complained before giving his attention back to the phone. "You heard the lady lads, who are you and what do you want?"

"Harry it's me, Bobby Singer?"

It was quiet for a second before the voice answered, a bit timidly. "Bobby? Your actually talking to me? Why? Something serious must of happened, are you ok?"

Dean and Sam exchanged looks, especially as Bobby bowed his head in guilt. The fighting was growing quieter in the background but they couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing.

"We are alright for now but something really big happened. I really hate to drag you into this kid but-"

"No, no I get it." The male voice sounded a bit sad before a nonchalant tone came from him. "What happened?"

"We sorta opened a Hell's Gate."

It was silent on the other side before loud cursing blew through, making the men wince again. Suddenly, the sound of battle burst through the phone, almost as if it had been on mute and the sound was just turned back on in full volume. On top of it all, they could hear Harry snarl angrily at them.

"You bloody fucking idiots! We will be there in 20 minutes. Goddammit Singer, is that why you called me? To clean up your fucking mess?! That's low, even for you."

The call clicked to a close leaving two young men shocked and one filled with shame, something he was rather familiar with when dealing with Harry James Potter.

"Bobby, who was that?" Sam asked, curiosity leaking into his voice.

Bobby sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face.

"Someone I used to know. A really good guy but I hurt him real bad and judged him too quickly which made us end up on bad terms. If anyone could help capture the demons and possibly save Dean from his contract, it would be Harry."

Exactly 20 minutes later the door to the kitchen slammed open. All three jumped up, pulling out their guns, eyes wary as they wondered if demons managed to break through their protection wards. They wavered for a second as a teenage boy, not much older than 17 walked through the door. He had unruly black hair, eccentric green eyes that were currently filled with anger. His lithe body was tensed and it was obvious he was pissed.

"Harry." Bobby greeted quietly, marveling at how much the young man had grown since he had last seen him (when he was only 14 or 15).

"What have you done?" Harry asked, the harshness in his tone not going unnoticed. He barely gave a glance towards Sam and Dean, hounding back to Bobby. "And why the hell do you want my help?"

"What do you know about Demons?" Sam asked, tilting his head as he took in the new stranger.

Just as Harry was about to answer, he was cut off as water splashed into his face.

He wasn't amused.

"I know enough." He announces, wiping his face while shooting a glare at a smirking Dean. "Why?"

"A demon has been after our family for a while. We killed him just recently but accidentally opened Hell's Gate." Sam said sheepishly, guilt welling inside him as Harry rubbed his eyes.

"And I'm here, why?"

"We need your help getting the demons back in the hell hole they belong in," Dean snapped, aggravated by Harry's not-caring attitude.

"And breaking a deal." Sam added quickly, knowing Dean would overlook that 'small' fact.

Harry blinked at the three of them before starting to snicker until it grew to a full fledged laugh but it wasn't a happy one.

"You-You cant break a deal." He shook his head in disbelief at the Winchesters. "It's like an unbreakable vow. You try to break it, you die. End of discussion. Who was desperate enough to make a deal with a demon?! What could be worth your soul?"

Dean snarled at his actions being judged by someone who didn't know anything about the Winchester boys and what they had been through. "I was saving my brothers life, asshole."

Harry quieted down with a smirk before nodding a little. "Okay, alright. I can respect that idiotic decision but there are other ways to ya know, help someone on the brink of death without having to sell your soul. Bobby would of known about it but he has a habit of losing people's numbers." Harry said nastily.

"Please Harry," Bobby pleaded, heart aching at the obvious damage his abandonment left on the kid. "I wouldn't have called unless I wanted to patch things up and get your help."

"You mean only my help. You really think after all these years when you could of called, visited like you used to or even fucking wrote a letter, I'm gonna believe you wanna patch things up? I mean, do you even remember the last thing you said to me?"

"Harry..."

"You told me if I survived the war to lose your number."

Dean and Sam both gaped in shock and probably wouldn't have believed it if Bobby hadn't reacted the way he did. It was too much of a John Winchester thing to do.

"I had just been though Hell. I watched someone I cared about die in front of me by the man that's been hunting me my whole life. I came to you for help and you shut me out!"

"I thought I was doing the right thing. I didn't want to be another target you'd have to worry about, you were a child! You should of been able to act like one and not worry about the rest of the world!"

"And here you are, dragging me back into another war," Harry mumbled, eyes falling to the floor as he sighed.

"I'm so sorry Harry."

Harry just crossed his arms in an oddly protective way over his body.

"Forget it."

Dean looked at Sam, both brothers feeling awkward at the turn of events. They always assumed they were the only kids Bobby really looked after and cared for but now there was someone else who depended on the man as much as they did but was let down. Dean stepped forward and lightly placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, startling the younger man.

"We've watched our parents, friends, and good people die because of these monsters. We want to stop it and with your help, maybe we can actually...ya know...put an end to this once and for all."

Harry looked up at Dean, searching his eyes before looking to Sam.

Sam felt like his soul was being searched, like Harry could see all the sadness and hurt in his life. How much he desperately wanted to fix everything that he broke like his family and now the world as well.

Harry sighed, a slight pout on his face.

"Fine. We will help you. Saving the world is kinda what we do."

Dean and Sam smiled in relief when Dean processed the words and frowned.

"Wait a second, we?"

"Did Bobby not tell you?" Harry snorted. "Figures. Um, well, my name is Harry Potter and I am the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins."