Chapter Three

Interstate 5. 27th June, 2008

"Who's Dean?" Harry asked out loud, shocking Sam into jerking in his seat and swerving the car slightly before he regained control and took a deep breath before looking over at Harry from the corner of his eye.

"Why do you ask?" Sam asked him warily.

"You called out his name in your sleep last night. You've done it quite often, but I've never thought to ask until now," Harry told him with a shrug, looking at Sam through his lashes and wondering if Sam would tell him about Dean.

"He's my brother," Sam told him quietly and Harry turned in his seat to face Sam fully.

"Oh. Where is he now?" Harry asked him, feeling slightly bad that he already knew all this.

"He's dead."

"Ah. Um... may I ask how he died?"

"He was an idiot," Sam told him in a voice that warned Harry to stop with the way the conversation was going.

"Oh. Want me to tell you about Hermione?" Harry asked randomly, making Sam look over at him in confusion.

"Who?"

"You told me about Dean, so I'll tell you about Hermione. Hermione was a friend I made when I was eleven and I went to boarding school. She stayed my friend even when I was pulled out of Hogwarts, the school, in order to be trained."

"How did she die?"

"Oh, as far as I know she's still alive."

"Then how does this story compare to my story about Dean?" Sam asked him curiously, though there wasn't any anger or spite in his voice, which made Harry breath a small sigh of relief before launching into his story.

"You'll see. Hermione tried to convince me to not turn my back on my world. I refused but I promised I would stay in touch with her. No one else from that world wanted to stay in touch with me, but she did. Until she found out what I did for a living."

"What did she do?"

"She refused to speak to me. Called me a slut and a whore and that I was disgusting. Told me that my parents would have been ashamed of me and that I was going to Hell. Then she cut off all contact with me. I'd never regretted my career choice until that moment. She made me wonder if my parents were ashamed of me."

"She sounds like a bitch."

"She wasn't. She just had very strong morals and paying for sex went against those morals. She didn't like the fact that I enjoyed letting people pay me to have sex with them. Plus, as far as I know, she never actually had sex until she married her husband," Harry added, wrinkling his nose to show how he felt about that decision in her life.

"What?!"

"Yep. She didn't believe in sex before marriage, so what I was doing, she disapproved of. Of course, there was also the fact that it was mostly with men and about sixty percent of those men were married."

"But you were her friend, why would she drop you just for a difference in lifestyle choice?"

"Not a clue. After her, I never really made any other friends. That was about two years ago."

"So you haven't had any proper friends for two years?"

"Nope. Like you can talk. You're telling me that you have millions of friends out there that you talk to on a regular basis and know what you do?" Harry told him with a grin, which Sam returned.

"No. You're right," Sam admitted and Harry grinned at him and shuffled in his seat slightly to look at Sam.

"Which just makes us both Billy No Mates. Meh, I'd consider you my friend now. So... you'd be my first real friend since Hermione."

"What kind of name is Hermione anyway?" Sam asked suddenly and Harry burst out laughing.

"I think her parents were fans of Shakespeare. It is a weird name though, right? Ah well. I'd rather not talk about her anymore."

"That's understandable."

"So where are we going again?"

"Aberdeen?"

"Then we're going in the wrong direction and we're in the wrong country entirely. When we get there though, I've been told where there is a great fish and chip shop. Oh, I really fancy a fish supper with mushy peas. Man, I miss mushy peas," Harry said wistfully, grinning at Sam, who just shook his head in amusement.

"Not Aberdeen, Scotland. Aberdeen, Washington," Sam told him in amusement and Harry grinned at him sheepishly.

"Ah, that makes more sense. So... why?"

"Wendigo."

"A what?"

"Wendigo. It's a cannibalistic creature that hunts for humans in the wild-."

"Humans in the Wild? Sounds like a David Attenborough documentary. A weird one at that," Harry interrupted and then grinned ruefully when Sam shot him an unimpressed look.

"Can I finish?"

"Sorry. Go ahead."

"Right. Well, they trap humans, that are out in the wilderness," Sam shot Harry a withering stare when Harry snickered. "They then eat them and go into hibernation for about twenty or so years."

"Huh. Sound pleasant. How do we kill them?"

"Fire. We have to set them on fire," Sam said, before feeling somewhat nervous at the look of unadulterated glee on Harry's face.

"Fire? Ooh, I like fire! I love fire! I can work with fire," Harry said with a wide grin, practically bouncing in his seat.

"You're kind of creepy like this."

"Sorry. Besides, this will be a good way for me to let off some steam. I've been feeling a little... tense lately," Harry admitted, once more shifting in his seat, though this time for a completely different reason. It had been the longest he had ever gone without sex of some sort.

"Tense? How come?" Sam asked, completely clueless and reminding Harry of just how innocent Sam could be about certain things, and made him feel a little more uncomfortable about some of the thoughts he had been entertaining recently. Celibacy really wasn't for him, even if he was technically working for God.

"No reason. So how long until we get there?"

"About an hour."

"Greeeeat. I hate America," Harry grumbled, slumping down in his seat and sulking, moving to put his feet on the dashboard. Sam shot him a wry grin and shook his head.

"Gee, thanks."

"No problem."

Aberdeen, WA. 30th June, 2008.

"Oh God. Oh God. I need a shower. Dibs on the shower," Harry grumbled, ignoring the amused grin on Sam's face as they walked into their motel room.

"I need a shower too. Don't use all the hot water."

"You weren't the one the burning carcass fell on. Eugh. I may never be clean again. I've been groped by a lot of people, but not by a burning cannibal," Harry said with an exaggerated shudder, making Sam burst into laughter. "Not funny!"

"Sorry. It is a little though. Come on, you've got to admit that!"

"No. Not at all. I need a stiff drink," Harry called out from the bathroom, not hearing Sam chuckle as he fell back to lie on his bed in the room.

"We can head out to the bar not far from here," Sam called out, moving to lean over the bed and pull his bag to him, and pulling out clean clothes.

"Sounds like a plan. Showers free. I forgot my clothes. Sorry," Sam looked up and coughed before looking away quickly much to Harry's amusement. Harry walked over to his bed and grabbed his bag to get clean clothes out, only wearing a towel.

"Ah relax Sammy-Sam. It's not like you've never seen me naked before, right?" Harry asked, throwing a mischievous grin over his shoulder at a blushing Sam.

"I'm going to shower," Sam said, closing the door on Harry's loud laughter.

"Aw! Are you shy?"

"Shut up Harry!" Sam yelled and Harry grabbed some clean clothes, laughing as he pulled on a pair of jeans. He considered wearing something a little tighter than he normally wore, but he wasn't entirely sure what Sam would think of that, and he had found himself increasingly worrying about what Sam would think of him, which was annoying. So he chose jeans that were still loose, but were tighter than what he normally wore.

Sam had walked out of the bathroom by the time he had finally decided on what to wear, and Harry grinned when he noticed that Sam was fully clothed in his many layers once again.

"We are going to have to do something about all those layers you know. Makes it hard to get to that delectable body of yours. Think about all those beautiful women you are depriving of your body," Harry said with mock sadness, dodging a swat that Sam aimed at him. "Ah come on. I'll just have to deal with what you are wearing for the time being. When we hit a bigger city, I'll take you shopping."

"What? No! What's wrong with my clothes?" Sam exclaimed, tugging at the shirt he was wearing in confusion and Harry looked him up and down and then nibbled on his lip and wrinkled his nose in distaste.

"They're a bit... I dunno... stuffy. Chill, I won't completely change you, I just think you need new clothes."

"We don't have any money," Sam pointed out in hopes of deterring Harry's idea of a whole new wardrobe for Sam.

"When did you get that idea. I have loads of money! I told you, I used to get paid a lot. I saved most of it. So we're going shopping and we're going to blow some money. And have no fear, I won't dress you up like a prostitute. Even though we do wear normal clothing as well. And suits. Sometimes we need to wear suits."

"When would you need to wear a suit?" Sam asked him curiously as they both grabbed their wallets and left the motel room.

"When I was taken to the opera, or theatre. Those kind of places. Balls, business meals, those kind of things."

"People took you on dates?"

"Sure, I escorted them to those places. To be fair, I've seen every opera going, but I've never seen a full one."

"How come?"

"When they're paying, people find that they don't want to see the second half, if you get my meaning."

"Ah, so you can talk about opera then?"

"No. You don't actually think I watch the opera do you? I have other things I need to be doing. And no, I'm not going to tell you what. If you can't guess, then you'll never know." Harry added, grinning when Sam shook his head.

"Your life is way more interesting than mine."

"I don't think so. You were brought up killing monsters."

"What was your childhood like?"

"It was a life. Let's leave it at that. So, this the bar?" Harry asked as they approached the bar about ten minutes walk away from their motel.

"Seem so. What do you drink? You do have ID right? Because you're gonna be asked for it," Sam pointed out with a grin and Harry glared at him.

"I have a fake and a real ID. Maybe I should use the fake one."

"Why?"

"Because with the fake one, I'm legally in this country, with my real one, I'm not."

"Wait, you don't have a visa to live here?"

"Oh yes, and what was I going to say was my reason for living in America? Please let me past your borders so that I can solicit your citizens and charge them for, if I do say so myself, amazing sex?"

"Good point. Use the fake one," Sam told him, then led him into the bar and straight over to get their drinks. "Beer?"

"Beer is fine," Harry agreed, and Sam waved down the barman, placing his order and waiting for the man to give them their beers. To both their surprise, Harry wasn't asked for ID. Harry grabbed his beer and then walked away from the bar, leading Sam to a booth and sliding in to sit down. "You okay?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"You're kinda quiet," Harry told him with a shrug and Sam sighed but looked down at his beer.

"I'm fine. Really. So where do we go next? Find a hunt or just go somewhere for the hell of it?"

"Up to you, you're the one driving after all. Especially as my lessons are going kinda slowly," Harry admitted with a sheepish grin and Sam snorted in amusement, covering his smile by bringing his beer to his lips.

"You do realise right, that Dean viewed that car as his baby. I think he would have a conniption fit if he knew what we were doing to it."

"Doing to it? You make it sound nefarious," Harry said with a grin, whilst inside worrying over what Dean would say when he got back. If he got back, seeing as his angel didn't even seem to know how Dean would be getting out of Hell.

"Well to Dean, teaching someone to drive in his Impala is nefarious."

"So why are we doing it?"

"Because you need to learn how to drive and... Dean's not here anymore," Sam added in a quiet voice, before downing the rest of his beer. Harry hailed over a passing waitress and asked for two more beers a several different shots, then looked over at Sam.

"So, I say we get rip-roaringly drunk and forget about all the shit in our past. Sound like a good plan or not?"

"Sounds like an excellent plan," Sam said with a grin and then grabbed one of the shots that the waitress had brought to them and downed it before Harry handed him another one. Harry grinned and downed his own in quick succession.

Harry regretted taking Sam to the bar. Sam was a light-weight. No polite or gentle way to put it. Harry was stumbling as he practically dragged a giggling Sam into their motel room and then placed him on his bed.

"You should really get to sleep Sam," Harry told him pulling Sam's shoes and then his jeans off and placing them onto the floor next to his bed. He considered pulling the covers down but then decided against it as that would mean moving Sam, which at the moment wasn't looking like the best of plans he had ever had.

"I don't wanna sleep."

"Oh great, an obstinate drunk. Brilliant," Harry muttered, looking at Sam warily and then sighing. "You're gonna vomit in the night and choke to death, aren't you? Just to spite me." Harry moved away from the bed, only to jerk to a stop when Sam latched onto his wrist. "Sam..."

"Dean's in Hell."

"Oh jeeze," Harry groaned almost silently before he moved back to the bed and sat down on the edge of it. "Sam, you're drunk. You need to go to sleep," Harry muttered, releasing his wrist from Sam's grasp.

"No! No, it's my fault. I died," Sam whispered, moving to lean his head against Harry's leg.

"Please give me patience," Harry muttered, looking up at the ceiling and speaking to God for the first time since he had started to travel with Sam. "Sam, it wasn't your fault. You're not really thinking about what you're saying right now."

"No, I died. Jake stabbed me and I died. But Dean... Dean sold his soul for me. Dean is in Hell because of me. I should have killed Jake when I had the chance then I wouldn't have died and Dean would still be here," Sam told him earnestly and Harry looked at him sympathetically.

"You can't blame yourself for that, Sam. Killing a person... it's harder than it sounds. You don't strike me as a killer, Sammy-Sam, and well... we wouldn't have met if all that hadn't happened."

"I miss Dean," Sam admitted quietly and Harry winced, not saying anything as he wasn't sure if he was allowed, nor if Dean actually was getting out of Hell.

"What do you miss about him?" Harry asked, deciding that perhaps it would be good for Sam to talk about his deceased brother, though to be fair, he has never actually had to comfort a drunken, grieving man who's brother went to Hell to save him.

"His crappy taste in music," Sam grumbled and Harry laughed quietly. "His taste in music sucked. He still had cassettes! Now! In this day and age. I don't think he even knew what an mp3 is," Sam bemoaned and Harry snorted in amusement.

"Anything else?"

"He was obsessed with pie. And women! I think he's even slept with more women that you! And he doesn't even get paid for it!"

"Er..." Harry was at a complete loss at how to respond to that. Was he meant to be insulted or not? He chose to go with not, if only for the pure reason that Sam had no idea what he was saying.

"And did I mention the pie? All the time! How he wasn't over weight I'll never know!"

"What kind of pie?" Harry asked curiously, though not daring to mention that he now had a craving for cherry pie.

"Any. I don't actually think he tasted it with the way he inhaled it. And then there's Bobby."

"Who's Bobby?" Harry asked, genuinely confused for once. Neither Sam nor the angels had mentioned a Bobby.

"He's... I dunno. He watches over us like we're his kids... I guess he's like a father figure," Sam slurred and Harry frowned.

"Why aren't you with him then? Why are you alone after Dean's death?"

"I ran away. Bobby tried to call me everyday for a month after Dean's death. But I got a new phone eventually. I suck."

"You're grieving Sam. I think Bobby would understand. Wanna try and contact him?"

"No! No, he'll just want to talk about Dean and I don't want to talk about him," Sam grumbled, and Harry didn't have the heart to point out that they had just talked about the man for a good half an hour.

"Alright, so we won't call Bobby. Come on, try and get some sleep, Sam. You're going to have one heck of a hangover in the morning," Harry pointed out amusedly, before looking at Sam in shock when Sam pulled him down to lie on the bed next to him. "Sam?"

"Shh," Sam hushed him, before moving on top of Harry, who rolled his eyes and wondered what to do in this situation.

"Sam. You're very drunk right now. If you want to sleep with me when you're sober, then I will willingly have sex with you. But not when you're drunk," Harry told him, mentally groaning when Sam shot him a wounded look. Harry cursed God and Ardifiel in his mind and then leant up and kissed Sam softly before pulling back. "Ask me in the morning, Sam, if you still want to, okay?" Sam nodded sleepily and then pretty much collapsed on top of Harry and fell asleep. "Fuck. The fucking situations you put me, I swear."

An hour later Harry was dragged out of a light doze by the sound a throat being cleared. Sitting up quickly in bed, hand on the knife that Sam always kept under his pillow - and Harry really didn't think that was the healthiest way to not get stabbed in your sleep, though he was starting to see the benefit of it - and looking in the direction the noise came from.

Though in hindsight, Harry did concede that clearing their throat would probably be the last thing a would be killer would do. Harry's assassin brain just called him a moron.

"Ardifiel?" Harry asked, looking at the angel who was the one to wake him up and putting the knife back under the pillow whilst getting off the bed, careful not to wake Sam up. "What are you doing here?"

"I thought we should at least get to know one another somewhat if we are going to work together," Ardifiel told him quietly, moving to sit at the table in the room. Harry stared at him and then moved to sit at the table with him with a shake of his head.

"And you thought four in the morning was the best time for a get to know you chat?" Harry asked in amusement, wondering just how socially retarded angels really were.

"It has so far been the only time I have been able to find that Sam would not be suspicious. Currently I doubt even my father Himself would be able to wake up Sam," Ardifiel told him bluntly, getting a snicker from Harry and giving a small smile himself.

"True. So what did you want to talk about?"

"I know much about yourself, and I am intrigued by your lifestyle. However, I thought I would answer some of your questions if you have any. I find myself wanting to form a friendship with you. You fascinate me more than any other of my father's creation do," Ardifiel told him bluntly, making Harry curse his pale skin because he's pretty sure he just lit up like a beacon. And it took a lot these days to make Harry blush.

"Um… thanks? I don't actually now how to respond to that. Um… questions. Right. Er…" Harry mentally flailed a little as every question he has ever thought to ask an angel suddenly abandoned him faster than Hermione had.

"I only speak the truth. So is there anything you wish for me to tell you?"

"Um… you want a friendship with me, right? So… tell me about yourself. What do you do in Heaven? Are there are angels that you're closer too? Ooh! Any Heavenly gossip?" Harry asked with a grin, feeling more comfortable when it didn't look like Ardifiel would smite him at the wrong question.

"About myself? Well, I am one of thirteen angels that do not have a garrison and only answer to God. Though all thirteen of us had an archangel mentor and we tend to listen to whichever one mentored us should they ask us to do something. Most times they won't though. My mentor was Gabriel. I am also the angel of strength, challenges and morale, and I reside of the month of July and those born within it. It is part of the reason I asked to be your mentor and guardian."

"Huh. So what's Gabriel like? I mean, for one, are they male or female? And are you close to the other garrison-less angels?"

"Gabriel was… unlike any of the other angels. He was our father's messenger and was given more leeway. He gave messages both good and bad and I believe our father took that into account and would allow Gabriel to express himself more. He was my favourite brother, not just because he was my mentor. He would tell us stories and watch over all the fledglings. He taught us all how to fly and would let us help him come up with different creatures for our father to create. He brought joy and laughter to Heaven."

"You… you talk about him in the past tense. Is… is he dead?" Harry asked, kind of dreading the answer because he would proudly admit that Gabriel was his favourite angel as a child. The one he would pray to when he wasn't talking to God. And maybe, because the one person in his childhood who listened to him and cared shared the angel's name.

"No, he's not dead. He just… he left. You must understand, when Lucifer fell it left Heaven reeling. Those of my kin that he mentored were treated with suspicion if they hadn't fallen with him and the archangels all seemed to lose something in themselves. They were the first. They had a connection that I do not believe any of the rest of us angels ever understood or ever will. And Gabriel took it hardest. Lucifer doted on Gabriel. Everyone did, to be honest, but Lucifer taught Gabriel everything he knew. And Gabriel loved Lucifer possibly that little but more than he did the rest of us. So when Lucifer turned on Heaven and fell, Gabriel didn't come back from that. One day he disappeared. Most of Heaven believe he died from injuries he gained in the war but there are some of us, those he mentored personally, that do not believe that. We would have felt it," Ardifiel told him, looking so sad and lost in his memories that Harry felt the urge to hug the angel. He didn't though, for all he knew that was a sure fire way to get smote.

"Wow. I have no idea what to say now. I kinda wish I could meet him. What about the other Archangels, Michael and Raphael? What do they think?"

"Who knows? Personally I think they either know Gabriel is still alive or they at least suspect it."

"What are they like?"

"Different. Especially now. I was never close to them though. Gabriel and Lucifer were the two archangels I ever had anything to do with."

"Ah, so who else are you close to? And being without a garrison and only having to answer to God, does that make you higher up than Cas?" Harry asked, having been wondering just what the hierarchy was between the two angels for a while.

"In answer to your second question, yes, I am higher up than Castiel. He heads a part of a garrison that is led by Michael. Should I tell him to do something, then as long as it does not interfere with anything Michael has told him to do, he has to listen," Ardifiel told him, shifting slightly in his seat and both freezing slightly when Sam snorted behind them. When he settled back into sleep, the two relaxed again.

"Huh. So, my first question? Who are you close to? Do angels have best friends?"

"We have siblings that we are closer to, as I imagine most humans do. I am closer to the other independents than the other seraphs. Within the group though, I am closest to Yebemiah and Demebiah as we work together more often than not. I am also close to Dardiel and Arragon as well for the same reasons."

"You know, the way you talk about your siblings makes you more approachable. More human, I guess. Castiel hasn't really learnt how to act human and doesn't hide that we confuse him. But you, you seem to find it easier," Harry pointed out, glancing at the angel who was now casually lounging on the chair, making the world's most uncomfortable chairs actually look comfy.

"Castiel hasn't had need to interact with humans all that much in the past. I am an angel of morale however, for every war you humans have had, I have been watching over and giving hope to the faithful. I am glad to have made you more accepting of angels though. I feared Uriel would have turned you against us. I feared that what we are asking you to do would have turned you against us."

"I'm… I'm not all that happy with it but I did sign up for this, I guess. Sometimes I find it hard to keep my faith but at the same time I'm not one of those fair weather believers who only read the New Testament and believe God is merciful and peaceful. I'm aware He gave us free will to do with as we please. I know he's far from merciful and can be downright wrathful. Still, sometimes it's hard to keep that in mind when I feel like I'm being used."

"My father can sometimes ask too much of humanity. I am aware of this. But He sent us as a sign to let you know that you're not alone. You don't have to shoulder this alone. He listens to you, Harry, and He cares. You only need ask and if He can, He will answer."

Aberdeen, WA. 1st July, 2008

Harry woke up later that morning, having fallen asleep almost as soon as Ardifiel had left when Sam jumped off of him and ran into the bathroom. Harry watched him dazedly, not entirely sure what had happened, then the sound of Sam being sick in the toilet brought the events of the night before back to his mind.

"Please let him have forgotten," Harry whispered to the ceiling, before getting out of the bed and walking over to the bathroom. "Sam? You okay?"

"No," Sam groaned, and Harry felt his lips twitch into a smile and was thankful Sam was far too preoccupied with praying to the porcelain god to see Harry take amusement in his predicament.

"Ah, do you want some water?" Harry asked, wondering what else he could do to make Sam feel a little better, though he did bring it on himself.

"Please," Sam asked, voice hoarse and making Harry try not to grin once more. He then walked away from the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of water he had left on the side of is own bed and walked back to the bathroom.

"Here you go. So... do you actually remember anything from last night?" Harry asked tentatively as he handed Sam the bottle of water.

"All I can taste is vodka."

"Probably a good thing then," Harry admitted with a shrug and Sam shifted to look at Harry, who was still standing in the doorway.

"I'm sorry."

"Huh? What for?"

"I hit on you."

"You just said you didn't remember anything from last night," Harry told him, looking at him, startled.

"I remember that. You could have slept with me and I wouldn't have cared, but you told me not to. Thanks."

"I may not have many morals, Sam, but I generally don't tend to take advantage of my friends. And that's what I'm beginning to see you as. So, I didn't want to ruin that by sleeping with you when you weren't completely aware of your actions."

"Well thank you anyway," Sam told him with a small smile, before he unsteadily stood up and went to the sink to rinse out his mouth. Harry walked out of the bathroom and to Sam's bag, grabbing his toothbrush and toothpaste. He then walked back to the bathroom and handed them to Sam. "Thanks."

"No probs. I'm going to get changed. You alright now?"

"Yeah. And thank you for letting me talk about Dean. It helped, it really did," Sam told him and Harry grinned at him before rolling his eyes.

"You remembered everything from last night, didn't you?"

"Yeah."

"Great. Seriously, that's great," Harry muttered and walked out of the bathroom, hearing Sam chuckle to himself. "You suck." Harry added with a quick glance at the ceiling before turning his attention to his bag.

Harry had gotten changed into some more clothes that were actually quite tight fitting as he really needed to do some laundry and then turned around when Sam exited the bathroom, looking a little fresher, though still a little peaky.

"We heading out today or are we staying here for a little while?" Harry asked him, shoving his dirty clothes back into his duffle bag, then looking back at Sam, who was watching him silently. "Sam?"

"Harry... does your offer still stand?" Sam asked him quietly and Harry shot him a confused look.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked him, watching Sam warily as he walked closer until he standing directly in front of Harry.

"You told me to wait and ask you in the morning if I was sure I wanted to sleep with you. Harry, I'm telling you that I'm sure."

"Sam... I don't think you know what you're asking."

"I'll pay you."

"Sam! That's not what I meant," Harry told him, feeling a little hurt that that was what Sam had assumed he meant. "Sam, you don't really want to sleep with me. You're confused. Get to know me first, yeah? I mean me, not Bambi or Angel."

"But... You said you wanted to sleep with me."

"I do, but you don't want to sleep with me, Harry. You want to sleep with Angel. I don't want that. Not with you." Harry admitted with a shrug, looking up at Sam and smiling softly at him.

"So... if I get to know you, then you might want to..."

"Want to what?" Harry asked him curiously, his curiosity growing when Sam blushed and looked away from him.

"Never mind. So where do you want to go next?" Sam asked, moving away from a highly confused and slightly curious Harry to go to his bag and dig out some fresh clothes.

"A laundrette? I need to wash some clothes or I'll soon be wearing my work clothes and I'm thinking that might not be appreciated by everyone," Harry said with a wry grin and Sam smiled back at him.

"We'll go find a place then. Where do you want to go after that?"

"I have no idea. Either find an interesting hunt or surprise me."

"We could see if there are any signs of any demons and go hunt them," Sam suggested lightly, pulling off his shirt and t-shirt and thus not seeing Harry's startled look.

"Why would we want to do that? I mean, we can't kill them, can we? So... there really isn't much point," Harry said in what he hoped was a calm voice.

"I just wondered. We don't have to if you don't want to. I'll find another hunt then," Sam told him, and Harry took a soothing and relaxing breath and then began to sort through his clothes that needed to be washed.

Green Wood, MS. 7th July, 2008

"Lloyd's Bar? Why are we here? It's the middle of nowhere," Harry pointed out as he followed Sam into a bar, spotting the yarrow flowers on the edges of road and throwing Sam's back a suspicious glance.

"I just need to check something out," Sam told him absently and Harry narrowed his eyes even more, entering the bar behind Sam and watching as Sam made his way straight to the barman.

"You cannot let him do what he is about to do," Harry jumped and noticed that Ardifiel was standing next to him.

"What is he about to do?" Harry asked, watching Sam as he said something to the barman and then began to walk back to Harry, who shot him a smile and then glanced to the side at Ardifiel. "Sorry, I don't do that anymore. I can give you the number of someone that does."

"Harry?"

"Hey, Sam. You okay?" Harry asked, shooting Ardifiel an apologetic glance and then turned back to Sam.

"Yeah, I'm just going to check on something outside, stay in here, alright?" Sam asked him and Harry shot him another suspicious glance but nodded slowly. "Thanks, be back in a second."

"What did you mean?" Harry asked once Sam had left the bar once more and Ardifiel looked past him and then pulled Harry into a corner of the bar.

"You saw the flowers outside and know what their less conventional uses are for. What do you think he is about to do?"

"No. Not Sam. He wouldn't do something that stupid. Would he?" Harry asked, looking up at Ardifiel as though begging him to agree that Sam wouldn't be that stupid.

"He is desperate for his brother to come back. Remember what he told you that night. He blames it on himself. He wishes to right that wrong."

"Shit. What the hell am I doing talking to you then? Thank you for the heads up Ardy and sorry for implying you were trying to buy my services," Harry told him, yanking the door to the bar open and throwing a wave back at the angel, even though he was probably gone already anyway. "Sam!"

Harry ran over to the centre of the crossroads, cursing himself for not noticing it in the first place and then noticed Sam by the Impala with a shovel and small box in one hand.

"Sam! Stop!" Harry yelled, running over to Sam and skidding to a stop in front of him, yanking the shovel out of his hands.

"Harry? What the hell?"

"Don't do it. Are you stupid?" Harry asked him angrily and Sam sighed before shaking his head.

"I have to Harry. I have to see if I can get Dean out. I have to see if I can save him," Sam told him almost desperately as he reached forward to try and take the shovel back from Harry, who took a step away and held the shovel behind him.

"Oh? Brilliant idea. And what would Dean think? Hmm? He gets out of Hell only to find that it is because of his idiotic little brother who gave up the sacrifice his older brother had made for him. Genius idea. Really."

"You don't understand – "

"I don't?! You don't think I haven't lost people? My parents were killed when I was a baby and then my godfather when I was fifteen, in front of my eyes might I add. I've lost all that but I never considered selling my soul just to get them back! They wouldn't want that!"

"Dean might!"

"Really? You think he would want to trade places with you in Hell?"

"Well..."

"He wouldn't. I don't know Dean and even I know that! Sam... please, don't do it. If not for me, then for Dean. Don't waste his gift to you."

"Some gift."

"He gave you back your life, so live it! Stop moping around and live your life the way he would have wanted you to!" Harry yelled at Sam, stepping closer so that he was toe to toe with Sam and looked up at him.

"So I just forge credit cards and sleep with every pretty woman I can con into my bed?" Sam asked him dryly, wiping away the tears that had threatened to spill and Harry looked up at him and grinned.

"That's what Dean would have wanted? Huh, guess he would've been impressed that you had ordered a prostitute then."

"No, he would have been horrified that I had considered paying for sex."

"Oh, he's one of those people. I hate those people. How am I supposed to make a living if people like Dean are going around convincing people that its better to sleep with someone for free."

"Er... isn't it?"

"No! Do you know how much better in bed prostitutes are to anyone else? We sleep with people for a living! It's our job to pleasure people. If you want a good lay, pay for it. Or date a prostitute," Harry added, happy to note that Sam seemed to have forgotten about summoning a crossroads demon.

"Prostitutes date?"

"Some do."

"Do you?"

"Er... I've never been in a relationship before, no. But I guess if I ever met someone I liked enough, then sure. As long as they understood and accepted what I do," Harry told him with a shrug, looking up at Sam when he placed his hands on Harry's shoulders.

"I accept and understand what it is you do."

"Yes..." Harry admitted slowly, not entirely sure as to what Sam was getting at.

"Would you consider having a relationship with me?"

"You want a relationship with me? Why? I mean, why would you want a relationship with someone you've only known a month?"

"I don't know. I just... I really, really like you. I don't care how we met and I don't care that you like your other job. And you just stopped me from summoning a demon to save my brother's life even though you knew it might have meant I would have hated you for it. I just... you've done more for me in this past month that most people have all my life," Sam finished and Harry looked at him in surprise, tilting his head to the side.

"I... yeah."

"Yeah? Yeah what?" Sam asked him in amusement.

"Yeah, I would consider being in a relationship with you."

"Good. Does that mean I can sleep with you now?" Sam asked him with a wicked smirk and Harry bopped him on the back of the head.

"You think I'm easy?"

"Well..."

"Careful how you answer that."

"Then no! Not at all! Why ever would I think that?!"

"Hmm. Can we please go somewhere else? And... please don't do this again. I find that I don't want to lose another friend. Especially not you," Harry admitted quietly and Sam finally wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him against him.

"I promise," Sam whispered and rested his head on Harry's.

Topeka. 12th August, 2008

"So, what are we doing here?" Sam asked, following Harry as he made his way determinedly through the streets, clearly searching for somewhere.

"I need more ingredients for my potions. I was told of a place here that sold what I would need," Harry told him in an absent voice as he looked for the right shop he had been told about.

"By who? I mean, you said you weren't in contact with anyone," Sam pointed out and Harry threw him a startled look.

"There is one person I stay in touch with. He got me the ID and so on. Anyway, Ardifiel told me of this place when I asked him if he knew of anywhere. And we were already nearby because of that freaky-ass spirit," Harry told him, casually mentioned the angel's name and hoping that Sam didn't pick up on it.

"Ardifiel? Weird name," Sam commented and Harry rolled his eyes and silently wondered why there wasn't an angel called Paul or something.

"Yeah. Somehow it suits him though. Ah hah! Found it," Harry exclaimed suddenly and Sam looked over at where Harry was heading.

"'Strings and Things'? And this place sells potion stuff?" Sam asked him dubiously looking at the shop and then at Harry.

"Well if they called it 'Potion Ingredients' then not only is it a completely unoriginal name, but every wannabe potion maker would mob the place as well, and I wasn't joking when I said they explode. Potions are dangerous. I only make the ones I know by heart. I'm not an idiot to experiment with things I don't completely understand. So, are you coming in or not?"

"You think I wouldn't? I wanna see what goes into those potions," Sam told him and Harry shot him a wary smile.

"You really don't. But never mind, come on. You can help me search out the ingredients," Harry told him cheerfully as he pushed the door open and walked inside, Sam following behind him.

They entered a rather dingy shop and Harry smiled brightly at the greying man behind the counter.

"Hello sirs, how can I help you?"

"Hey, I need some ingredients to top up supplies. I need some more arrowroot, yarrow flowers (petals and stems), aconite, belladonna, daisy roots, crow spleens, um... about half a pound of frog intestines, green caterpillars, bluebottle larvae, and erm... oh, crushed unicorn horn," Harry listed off as he read a piece of paper in his hands.

"Unicorn? There's no such thing!" Sam exclaimed and the man behind the counter gave him a strange look before shrugging and turning back to face Harry who had barely glanced at Sam.

"I will need to go into the back for the unicorn horn, belladonna and the aconite, but the rest can be found over on that wall behind you," He told Harry, shooting one last look at Sam before disappearing behind the curtain into the back of the shop.

"Unicorns? Really?" Sam hissed at Harry as they walked towards the wall filled with hundred of different ingredients

"Yep. Just ponced up white horses with a horn attached to their forehead. Nothing special. They annoyed me if I'm honest. Now, um, you're nice and tall, can you reach the arrowroot, the bluebottle larvae and the daisy roots," Harry asked, already looking for the other ingredients that he needed. Sam watched Harry in amusement and then began to pull down the items Harry had asked him to get.

"So what are all these things for?" Sam asked him as they placed there items on the counter and waited for the man to come back with the rest of the items that Harry needed.

"Erm... more bruise paste, pepper-up, a slave that speeds the healing of cuts and um..." Harry mumbled something under his breath and Sam shot him an amused look.

"What was that?"

"Poisons. A couple of poisons that may be useful to us and the one I normally cover my blades with," Harry told him defensively and Sam just sighed and shook his head.

"Whatever I say to you, you'll ignore me anyway, won't you?"

"Pretty much. Want to soak your weapons in the poison as well? It's the only one I found that had an abundance of salt in the mix, so it stings the demons like a bitch," Harry told him with a wicked grin, Sam shot him an amused grin then looked over when the owner reappeared behind the duck with the items he had gone to fetch.

"Here are the items you asked for, sirs. Will you pay Galleons or dollars?"

"Dollars. Can I pay with my card?" Harry asked and the man nodded. Harry pulled his wallet out and his card.

"That will be one hundred and forty-nine, sixty-one then please." The man asked and Harry handed the card over without blinking at the card, whilst Sam gaped in shock. "I'll just bag these up for you then sirs."

After they had paid and left the shop to walk back to the Impala, Sam looked over at Harry, making Harry glance at him curiously out of the corner of his eye.

"Yes?"

"A hundred and fifty dollars? Are you insane?" Sam cried out, clearly looking at Harry as though he believe he was in fact completely insane.

"No, that was actually quite a good price. Must thank Ardy for pointing me to there. Anyway, it was the unicorn horn, belladonna and aconite that made it that expensive. The rest would have come to about thirty dollars," Harry told him and Sam nodded dazedly.

"Unicorns exist."

"Yep. Shiny pompous bastards. Ooh, look at me, I only go near virgins. Like virgins are any fun anyway," Harry muttered and Sam shot him a somewhat scandalised look, though Harry could just tell he was trying his hardest not to laugh.

Stillwater, OK. 16th August, 2008

Sam looked towards the door to the bathroom curiously when he heard Harry curse colourfully, then walked to the door, just as it was flung open.

"Harry?"

"Down!" Harry yelled, tackling Sam to the floor just as something in the bathroom exploded. "Damn. Never was very good at potions."

"Er..." Sam looked over Harry's shoulder to see pure white smoke start billowing out through the doorway.

"Sorry. Better open a window. Hey, you never know, we might be able to convince passerbys that there has been a new pope chosen," Harry said, sitting up to straddle Sam's hips. Sam looked from the smoke and up at Harry before he started chuckling and placed his hands on Harry's waist.

"It's alright. I don't think I've actually laughed since Dean... you know. So, I guess... Thank you. For giving me an excuse to laugh again."

"Anytime Sammy-Sam, anytime. Now, let's go shock some Catholics," Harry said with a wicked grin and Sam chuckled before getting up off the floor when Harry got off him.

"I think it only counts when it is above the Vatican," Sam pointed out and Harry looked over at him from opening the window and sulked.

"Damn. Ah, maybe people will think there's a fire or something. Now I have to make that potion again. Double damn," Harry muttered walking away from the open window and to the bathroom, Sam following him into the room and seeing a cauldron set up on the sink with a small flame burning underneath it.

"Where did you keep that? It wasn't in either of your bags," Sam said, walking over to the cauldron and watching over Harry's shoulder as Harry dumped the ruined contents down the toilet and then washed it out and started the process again.

"It was in one of my bags. It's collapsible. Handy, huh?" Harry asked, moving to start cutting up roots on the small space next to the sink.

"Er... sure. What are you making this time?" Sam asked, moving back to lean against the door and watch Harry.

"Just more salve to heal cuts. I was thinking we might need it after checking out that supposed haunted house tonight," Harry told him, adding the roots one at a time to the water he had put in the cauldron, stirring it three times between each root.

"Right. Yeah, you might be right, though I'm thinking we'll probably need the bruise salve more," Sam said and Harry shot him a grin over his shoulder and pointed to the side of the bath. Sam looked and saw a pot of that very salve cooling.

"Thought of that. We should be finished with this tonight, right? What will we do after?"

"About that..."

"Well that sounds ominous," Harry muttered, dropping some petals into the cauldron and then stirring it once, watching as it turned a deep purple colour.

"No. But, well... there's this demon I was hunting before I met you..."

"Oh?"

"Lilith," Sam said and Harry stiffened and looked around at Sam.

"You want to find Lilith? Why?"

"She holds Dean's deal. I figured if I found her, I might be able to get her to bring him back," Sam admitted quietly and Harry sighed and moved to stand closer to Sam.

"Sam... Fine. At least this time I won't have to stop you from trying to make a bloody ridiculous deal to get him back," Harry muttered, shuddering at the memory and turning back to his potion, cursing under his breath and stirring it four times quickly. Of course, a small part of Harry wondered if he should tell Sam that his plan wouldn't work, the contract would just pass on to the next demon in line. Telling Sam, however, would probably lead to questions Harry did not want to answer.

"Thank you for that by the way. For stopping me I mean."

"You weren't thanking me at the time."

"No, I guess I wasn't. But I am now. So, thank you."

"It's alright. Don't make me do it again, please. Now, want to cut up some crow spleens for me?"

"Not exactly," Sam said with a disgusted look on his face as he watched Harry hold up a pot of the said spleens, which was as close as Sam ever wanted to get to the innards of any animal.

"Wimp."

"If it gets me out of cutting up spleens, then sure, if you want," Sam told him with a small smile and Harry shot a glare back at him.

Hannibal, MO. 31st August, 2008

"Trust a demon to choose someplace called Hannibal to hide out," Harry grumbled as he and Sam made their way through the town to get to the house Lilith was supposed to be hiding out in. Sam looked over at him and snorted in amusement.

"You know, when I first watched that film, I thought all Brits were cannibals and seemed to develop this pathological fear of British people," Sam admitted prompting Harry to burst into laughter and clutch at his stomach.

"He wasn't even British! He had an American accent in it!" Harry pointed out once he had managed to control his laughter.

"So? Dean told me that Anthony Hopkins was British and that Hannibal was based on him, which was why he played the role!" Sam defended, though he was grinning.

"Why would they let a cannibal play a role in a film? A known cannibal at that!"

"I was ten! Dean was my hero and I believed everything he said!"

"Aw! You were kind of stupid when you were a kid, weren't you?"

"Oh shut up. Let's go see if Lilith is still there."

"Sam? If she is, what do we do? I mean, she's one bad ass demon and well, what the hell do we do? And how do we know in the first place? She's not exactly going to say 'here I am, exorcise me!' now, is she? How can we trust that demon that told us she was here?" Harry asked as they nearer the house.

"I have a knife that kills demons in answer to your first question and... I don't actually know how to find out if it's Lilith or not, either way, it's a big possibility that there's someone being possessed in that house, so we stop it."

"What even made you think it was her?"

"It's supposedly a child that is possessed, and Lilith prefers to possess little girls. I went by that. If it's not Lilith, then we can ask the demon if it knows where she is."

"Fine. This idea sucks, you do know that, right? I mean the whole thing. Finding Lilith in the first place. How do you know she will give Dean up? Why would she? Not to mention that this whole idea means we have to stab a young child. I may not like children, but I don't want to be wanted by the police for murder of one. It would put a big crimp in both my jobs."

"You don't do prostitution anymore." Sam pointed out and Harry shot him a glare.

"It's still killing a child! Don't try to change the subject."

"I know, but what do you want to do Harry? We can't let this child continue to be possessed."

"We exorcise her. Even if it is Lilith. We can always find out where she fled to."

"But she always possesses children! How are we gonna kill her if you don't want to kill a child?!"

"Sam! What the hell has happened to you? Two months ago you balked at the thought of killing an adult human and now you want to kill a child? Seriously, I really think this idea is shit. You're determination to kill Lilith and get Dean back is making you act insane! I don't know if I like this you."

"Harry!"

"No, Sam! You want to kill a child! I don't like that idea. If you are going to continue on that train then I think I would like to be dropped off at the nearest train station and I'll find my way back to San Diego. I'm sure I can apologise to my pimp and ask for my job back," Harry lied, he had no intention of failing his task, not just because doing so would pretty much be signing his soul to a one way journey to Hell.

"Harry... I'm sorry alright? I just... I need to see her dead."

"Well your need should stop. I get that you want revenge for what she has done to Dean but we are going to either have to find another way to do that, or hope she soon possesses an adult."

"Alright, fine. We'll do it your way," Sam finally muttered after an agonising five minute silence in which Harry actually wondered if Sam would take him to a train station.

"Thank you. Would it not be alright if she was just sent back to Hell?" Harry asked him quietly, stepping nearer to Sam and grabbing hold of his hand.

"Not really. I want her dead, Harry."

"Fine, then we either find another way to do that, or we wait until she possesses an adult."

"What if she doesn't? What if she never possesses an adult?"

"Then we kill a child," Harry told him and Sam shot him a somewhat surprised but grateful look.

"So shall we find out if this demon is Lilith or not?"

"That's why we're here is it not?"

Pontiac, IL. 18th September, 2008

"Well if that demon was right, then Lilith is here and she's possessing an adult. We just need to find out which adult she is possessing out of all the damned demons we followed here. Shouldn't be too hard, right?" Harry asked as they walked into their motel room, Harry walking over to the bed and throwing himself onto it.

"Well, we will need to ask around a bit, find out if there is anyone that has been acting particularly strange. I'll also check the past newspapers to see if there has been any strange events recently, seeing as you blew up my laptop last time you touched it."

"I bought you a new one! A better one, may I add, stop whinging."

"Alright and it is a very nice laptop, thank you. Now, I'm gonna take a shower, be good."

"Be good? What the hell do you think I am gonna do?"

"I don't even want to know!" Sam called over his shoulder going into the bathroom and closing the door just as Harry lobbed his shoe at him, the shoe hitting the door and Sam laughing loudly on the other side.

Harry sighed and looked up at the ceiling before sitting up and getting off the bed, grabbing his weapon bag from by the door to take over to the bed. Harry almost dropped his bag in shock when he turned around and saw Ardifiel standing behind him. Harry shot a nervous glance in the direction of the bathroom before looking back at the angel in front of him.

"Are you insane? Sam's only in the shower!" Harry hissed at him angrily but Ardifiel just raised an eyebrow at him.

"I came to inform you that Dean has gotten out of hell." Ardifiel told him and Harry actually did drop his bag this time and looked at the angel in shock.

"What? How? When?" Harry whispered, shooting an anxious glance over at the door to the bathroom.

"About fifteen minutes ago."

"How long do you think we have until Dean finds out where Sam is and comes to him?"

"You have about two days at the most."

"Do I leave? Do I leave Sam as soon as Dean comes?"

"You can't. That is not part of the deal. You must stay with Sam Winchester," Ardifiel told him and Harry dropped his head.

"But Dean won't trust me. If he finds out what I can do and who I am in contact with then he'll kill me."

"Dean will not kill you. Harry, you are not allowed to tell anyone who or what Castiel is until he shows himself to them," Ardifiel told him firmly.

"Okay. I'm not really seeing a situation where I will tell them I even know of someone called Castiel anyway."

"If you do tell them, it will be up to Castiel as to what your punishment will be. Do you understand? Consider keeping Castiel's identity as another mission from me," Ardifiel told him and Harry nodded his acceptance.

"Alright. Understood. But Ardy, what if my life is endangered by Dean. Do you actually want me to die just so that I won't leave Sam?"

"No, should you honestly feel that your life is in danger from Dean, then I want you to leave but stay within a close distance to Sam so that you can step in to stop Ruby from getting to Sam. Should you get the chance use that knife to kill her. Do not trust her, Harry. No matter what she or Sam says to convince you otherwise, do not trust her."

"Got it. I'll make sure to stay in contact with Sam as well, if I have to leave. For the record though, I don't want to leave him," Harry told him, then they both turned to face the bathroom when they heard the shower get turned off. "Thank you for the advanced warning Ardifiel." Harry told the angel even as Ardifiel disappeared from the room and Sam exited the bathroom in a towel.

"Hey, are you alright Harry?"

"Yeah. You just going to stand there half-naked all day?" Harry asked with a smirk and a leer at Sam's body, stalking over to him and running his hands over Sam's chest.

"Hmm, I think I might," Sam told him with a grin and Harry grinned back at him and then wrapped his arms around Sam's neck and stood on his tiptoes to brush his lips against Sam's.

"How about you lose the towel?" Harry suggested with a mischievous look in his eyes. Sam chuckled softly and then moved his hands to push Harry onto the bed and moving to stand between his legs.

"What incentive do I have to lose the towel?" Sam asked him, looking equally as mischievous as he looked down at Harry, who was lying on his back on the bed.

"You need an incentive? Damn, I'm losing my touch, maybe I should get a few clients and touch up my skills. Can't have a prostitute not knowing how to bed someone, especially when that someone is their partner," Harry said with a mock horrified look on his face and Sam scowled, climbing on top of Harry and resting their foreheads together.

"I'm not sure I like that idea, Harry. I don't want to share you with anyone," Sam said before he closed the distance between them and kissed Harry possessively. Harry moaned into the kiss and then ran his hands down Sam's back and removed the towel, which made Sam pull back from the kiss.

"Sam! Stop being mean!" Harry whined, running his hands back up Sam's back and running them through his hair. Sam grinned at him and bent down to kiss Harry's neck before he stood up. "Sam..."

"You're far too over dressed for this, you know. I thought you were a seasoned pro. Maybe you should go back for training purposes," Sam told him with a smirk and Harry smirked back at him, which made Sam drop the smirk and look at him warily.

"You know... there are some people out there that pay really good money for someone to watch them. We could go into business together. Ooh! You could be my pimp!" Harry exclaimed with a wide grin, tugging his t-shirt off and then running his hands slowly down his chest, coming to a stop just above his jeans and grinning at Sam's lust-filled gaze.

"How would I be your pimp?" Sam asked, not taking his eyes off of Harry's hands.

"You're actually considering it? You have to be kidding me. No, I refuse to have you as my pimp. For one, you wouldn't know what to do and for another, I'm shagging you! That is not a good thing for a pimp," Harry said, completely forgetting that he was supposed to be stripping and looking at Sam incredulously.

"I was joking. Take off your damned jeans," Sam growled and Harry laughed then finally unbuttoned his jeans and began to push them down his legs, before kicking them off and looking up at Sam. "Do you actually own any boxers?"

"Nope. You want me to buy some?" Harry asked innocently sitting up and pressing a kiss to Sam's stomach, looking up at Sam through his lashes.

"No, shift up the bed," Sam told him with a groan and Harry grinned up at him, pressed one last kiss to his stomach and then moved so that he was lying in the middle of the bed. Sam climbed onto the bed once again and moved to lie over Harry making Harry move his legs to allow Sam to lie in between them and they both moaned breathlessly when their erections brushed.

"Sam..." Harry moaned, wrapping his legs around Sam's waist and pulling him closer dragging his nails down Sam's back and running his other hand through Sam's hair as Sam kissed and licked his neck.

Sam moved back from Harry's neck and looked down at Harry, who was looking thoroughly debauched, with his head thrown back and his hair messily strewn across the pillow.

"Lube?" Sam whispered and Harry slammed his head back and cursed, making Sam raise an eyebrow at him.

"In my bag. My bag by the door," Harry groaned and Sam chuckled quietly, shaking his head in exasperation.

"Are you sure you're a seasoned pro? I mean, you did something similar when I first met you. And you were expecting me to sleep with you then," Sam pointed out, grinning at Harry as he glared up at him.

"Just go fetch the damned lube," Harry grumbled, refusing to admit that he was blushing. Sam chuckled again then climbed off of Harry when Harry unwrapped his legs, and walked over to the bag, pulling out a tub of lube and walking back to the bed, still grinning.

"You'd make a really bad boy scout," Sam pointed out as he mover back to kneel between Harry's legs.

"Hey! I'm nearly always prepared... When it's required of me," Harry said with a leer, moving to cross his arms above his head. Sam moved forward and dropped a kiss on the inside of Harry's leg, kissing down to his thigh then pulling away, much to Harry's disappointment.

Sam reached for the tub of lube and opened it, scooping some out on his fingers and then moving to rub against Harry's entrance, grinning when Harry moaned and pushed down on him. Sam pushed a finger inside and twisted it, thrusting it in and out in a mockery of what he would be doing in a few minutes time.

Harry clenched his hands into fist and moaned, arching his back slightly when Sam added another finger and began to scissor them, stretching Harry and pressing a kiss to Harry's knee.

"Sam, stop treating me like a virgin, we know all I'm not one," Harry growled, pushing down on Sam's fingers and gasping in pleasure when Sam added a third finger and twisted them. He looked up at Harry and grinned, pulling his fingers out and covering his penis with more lube, then moved and positioned himself and leant down to kiss Harry as he pressed into him.

Harry arched and wrapped his legs around Sam's waist, pulling Sam into him deeply and moaning as he grabbed Sam's shoulders. Sam pulled away from the kiss and slowly began to torturously thrust into Harry, making Harry cling onto him and bite onto his lip.

"Faster. Please, Sam!" Harry moaned and Sam leant down and started to kiss Harry's neck, thrusting into Harry faster, searching for Harry's prostate by changing his angle slightly. He knew he hit it when Harry pulled on his hair and cried out, eyes open wide.

Sam began to thrust into Harry faster, moving one of his hands between their bodies and wrapping his hand around Harry's erection, squeezing it gently and then beginning to stroke up and down it in time with his thrusts. Harry cried out again, tightening his legs around his waist and moved a hand to drag it down Sam's back.

"Sam!" Harry cried as he threw his head back at came, tugging Sam down to kiss him sloppily as he clenched around Sam's penis. Sam groaned into Harry's mouth and his hips jerked as he climaxed inside of Harry. He moved his head to rest in the crook of Harry's neck, breathing heavily, then moved off of Harry and pulled Harry to his chest, pressing a chaste kiss to Harry lips before closing his eyes.

Harry looked at Sam's face, tracing over his nose and his lips with his eyes, bringing up his hand to twist a lock of hair around it. He smiled softly when Sam's breathing began to deepen.

"I can't help but wonder if that was the last time, Sammy-Sam. I hope not, but we'll soon be getting a visitor that will change everything," Harry whispered, running his hand through Sam's hair gently and then leaning forward to press a soft kiss to Sam's lips. Harry then moved closer to Sam and closed his eyes, falling asleep next to Sam for what he hoped wasn't the last time.

A/N - The main change in this chapter is that Harry and Ardifiel have a chat in which Ardy tells Harry a bit about himself and the angels. And the workings of Heaven. He also mentions quite a bit about Gabriel and how most of Heaven believe him to be dead. He mentions Raphael and Michael as well, though only to tell Harry that he wasn't all that close to them and that none of the Archangels ever got over Lucifer falling. He also told Harry that Gabriel was his mentor. No other major changes other than that though.

Word of the Chapter: Cherophobia - the fear that when you are happy, something bad will happen soon. (Pretty much how Sam feels 24/7)