Chapter : Meeting Harry

A/N: Standard disclaimer applies.

Stepping up to the door Dean inserted the key into the keyhole, before pushing open the door and then stepping aside so the other two could enter. After entering he bent to remove his shoes and then slipped on the slippers with his name on them, he then turned to the other two.

"Remove your shoes." He said, "Harry doesn't like anyone walking around his home with their shoes on."

Nodding the other two complied with his request. Straightening they glanced around trying to take in everything at once. The few things they were able to note before Dean made them move on was that there was a grand double staircase that intersected in two places (in the middle and at the top), in the center of the floor there was a large phoenix with it's wings spread in flight, and the chandelier that hung above them were made of fine crystals, before anything more could be observed, they were led through another entrance this one appearing to be the living room.

The only words to describe this room would be either lived in or homey, with its black curving sofa that took up almost half the room, the comfortable couch that was across from it, the cherry wood coffee table in the center, the large flat screen television and the large fireplace that looks like you could stand in it and still be comfortable.

Just as they were about to step further into the room Dean was almost bowled over by a small blue streak colliding with his chest.

"Uncle Dean you're back, I told dad you would be back but he didn't believe me, but now that you're back he'll have no choice but to believe me." This was all said in one breath by the thing that had latched itself onto Dean.

It wasn't until Dean shifted a little that Sam was able to realize the thing that had latched it self onto his brother was none other than a young boy who could be no-more than seven with blue hair that as he watched was shifting to pink and back again to blue.

"Hey kiddo." Dean said lifting up the little boy with a smile on his face, one that Sam nor Castiel hadn't seen on his face before, "Where 's your dad.?"

"He's right over there." The child said pointing to floor in the spot between the chairs.

"Thanks." Dean said putting the kid back down before moving in the direction the child had indicated, with Castiel and Sam following behind.

The sight that met his eyes would scar Sam for months to come, because lying on the floor asleep was a large black panther curled around a baby, that was using it's side as stationary point to hoist itself up. With a strangled noise Sam made to step forward to pick up the child and move it to safety when Dean beat him to it.

He could only watch in shock as Dean ignored the child and instead approached the panther and shook it awake, he was taken even more by surprise when the panther shook itself awake dislodging the child before it got to it's feet and regarding them with all with a cool look before focusing it's attention on Dean with what seem to be surprise. Just as he was about to warn his brother about the potential danger he was in, the form of the panther seemed to blur before standing in it's place was a man who appeared to be younger than himself in regards to age. He had long black hair that ended at his knees, pale skin that seemed flush from his earlier nap, full pink lips, delicate bone structure, 5'6 in height and his most startling feature of all seemed to be his striking emerald eyes.

"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in." came the startlingly soft voice of the man in front of them.

"Hello Harry." Dean said mentally cringing when those angry green eyes focused on him, he knew he was either in for the tongue lashing of a lifetime or the beating of a lifetime, and currently couldn't decide which one was worse.

Before anything more could be said, the man now identified as Harry turned his attention on Castiel and Sam, pausing with his head cocked to the side seemingly observing them but the glazed look in his eyes gave him away. When his eyes cleared he turned suspicious eyes on Dean.

"Why did you bring an Angel and a Demon Hybrid into my home Dean." He spat.

Opposite him Sam flinched at the accusation wondering how this man knew about him and to a lesser extent Castiel. Castiel on the other hand had expected this from the time they had entered the property line.

Dean grimaced he didn't know that his brother was this far gone that he would register on Harry's wards as more Demon than anything, but hopefully Harry would be able to help. Turning his attention back to Harry he addressed his questions.

"This is Castiel my Guardian Angel more than anything else, and this is Sam my brother I told you about." Dean said pointing to each in turn.

Harry who was picking up the baby that had been using his leg as leverage to hoist herself up spun angrily to face Dean the baby now on his hip, "I haven't seen you in over a year and you then you turn up with an angel who you claim is your guardian, when I know for a fact that they don't show themselves to humans unless the world is about to go almost apocalyptic and a brother who is more Demon than human currently when I know for a fact that your family has no mixed heritage in it, you have some damn explaining to do, but first you're going to show them they're room and then we'll be having a 'conversation', right after I feed everyone."

With that he stormed out of the room hair billowing behind him in an angry cloud. Teddy who had followed them into the room, smiled at them before running after his adoptive father, his chatter the last thing the others heard.

Turning he saw his brother and Castiel staring at him in varying degrees of shock.

"So that's Harry, what did you think?"

"Was that a person or was a hurricane passing through?" asked Sam who still couldn't grasp the fact that a small hurricane who his brother had addressed as Harry had just stormed through and left.

Castiel meanwhile was looking in the direction that Harry had just left in puzzled shock. He unlike Sam knew who Harry was and he hadn't expected the savior of the wizarding world to have that much of a temper, from the way his brothers spoke of the wizard and Lord of Death he could do no wrong and was soft spoken. Talk about someone's reputation being changed to suit other people's need.