Disclaimer: if i owned anything i wouldn't need a job

Warnings: stuff, and stuff but not that stuff or that stuff though that other stuff might pop up somewhere.

AN: so this is the follow through of the Second Time Saviour story I wrote back in the day. I am So sorry i haven't updated oftern or written this sooner or something. i have had A LOT of stuff going down and will continue to have stuff going down for a while longer. thank you all for sticking with me and i hope you enjoy it.

Something had gone horribly, atrociously, startlingly, terrifyingly, shockingly wrong and Harry would be lying if he said that he wasn't freaking out ever so slightly. They were between hunts so there were no real distractions available and wizard just couldn't figure out what to do. Besides the tensions in the house were high to the level of rivalling the big brother housemates tensions, so basically everyone was ready to snap at each other at any moment so the remaining to Winchester and Harry were sort of avoiding each other.

They may not say it often but the boys needed Adam around. Whether it was bantering with Dean or having a genuinely intelligent conversation with Sam or going out with Harry (being the least I'm-going-to-stab-you looking of the brothers he was usually the one going on supplies runs with house owner.) all three of them needed him around and were so much calmer and tolerant of everyone else's existences when he was.

Sadly other people liked Adam as well. Girls for instance took a particular liking to him, which was why he had been absent for the past week and a half. One quick trip down to the pub unsupervised and all of a sudden they get a text saying that he was in Vagas with some random lady and wouldn't be back for at least another week or two. That horny bastard.

So that had left Sam as the mature adult, Harry ever so slightly panicked and Dean itching to go hunt his youngest brother down and drag him home or at the very least publicly humiliate him. It was an impossible loop, but not nearly imposable as Harry's aimless wondering around the house.

"Would you quit that Harry." Sam finally snapped having lost count of how many times Harry had wondered through the lounge room, each time with a different mug of a different kind of tea in one hand and a different small object in the other. So far he had repositioned about eight forks, nineteen knives of various varieties, seventeen books, five jars of questionable substances and more random objects of Deans than Sam ever cared to mention to the older man. Considering all of this caused him to wonder out loud "where are you taking all these things anyway?"

"I uh," Harry looked down at the Led Zeppelin cassette in his hand as though he hadn't realized it was there, "here and there?"

"Please tell me that you actually know where you have been taking this stuff?"

"Of course I do." Harry spoke indignantly before walking out of the room the way he came. Sam just rolled his eyes, sometimes he forgot how weird Harry really was, but then he would go ahead and do something like this and Sam would be forced to remember. But that was just how it was with Harry, one day he would be completely fine, well rested, calm, completely up to speed and all of the above, then just like that he would deteriorate. Sometimes he would shout and scream, sometimes he would disappear, a lot of the time he would zone out completely whilst doing things and spend three hours washing the same plate or on the odd occasion he would just do really odd things like spend five hours straight assembling a bookshelf out of a couch he pointlessly brought from Ikea or fill everything (sink included) up with earl grey tea.

They never asked him why and he never mentioned it. Though there were some things that they would notice on the lead up to such bad turns. He would withdraw a bit, he would always seem agitated, he had this thing about looking over his right shoulder at random intervals even if his back was to a wall and on the odd occasion, usually when he had been good for quite some time, he would forget to put a silencing charm up at night and they would all be woken up by his nightmares, or more specifically Harry's panicked screams.

But that was Harry's business, if he wanted to talk to them about it he would, as he occasionally did with Adam, who was sort of the fall back for the young wizard. Besides it had never affected him on hunts so there wasn't really any reason for them to jump up and down at him.

Sam looked downwards at the open page quickly getting back to the book he had been reading before Harry's appearance. It was a good book and he quickly lost himself in the words only vaguely aware of Harry continuing his rounds, it was great whilst it lasted but apparently no rest for the wicked was a term designed specifically for ex-blood junkies because it seemed like only a few minutes before he heard Dean come in from where he had been fiddling with the impala (omg my friends bf got an impala and it is beyond amazing.) and only a few seconds after that when he heard the oh so familiar "Hey Sam, could you come here for just a second?"

"What is it now?" he whinged as he unfurled himself and headed towards the sound of Deans voice, or the kitchen if you prefer. He didn't make it however, stopping short next to his brother and starring in horror at what was in the kitchen.

"I was just wondering what the hell happened and sort of hoped you had a valid explanation for this." Sam didn't.

Before them lay a colossal mess of strange that was enough for them to second guess every weird ass thing they had ever seen. Every single coffee mug, tea cup, glass or jar that Harry had drunk out of in since that morning was laid out carefully on whatever available surface there was, including the insides of open cupboards and drawers, and inside each coffee mug, tea cup glass and jar sat one of the things that he had been seen wondering around with.

Such objects included Ruby's' knife, many of Deans t-shirts, cassettes, a gnome, one of Sam's shoes, Adams socks, rolled up magazines, the neighbour's cat Tibbles in a mug harry had evidently enlarged, beer bottles, the colt, at least three angel blades, to many pens to even consider counting, the cutlery that had been emptied from the draws and so many other things.

But the strange didn't stop there; no it had piled up and spilt everywhere. Literally. Harry had poured more dry pasta than they knew existed across the floor making it almost impossible to make it across unless you followed the very strategically placed, foot sized gaps.

As they stood stunned by what they were looking at none other than the saviour himself wondered in through the other entrance. Cleaning his cup with a simple spell he stuffed a rolled up note book in before stopping dead in the middle of the pasta field. Turning slowly he saw them standing there, judging him shamelessly and winced.

"Harry, do you care to elaborate on what this is?" Dean asked in a slow, controlled tone.

"Art my dear friends." Harry stood up straight and lost the deer-caught-in-the-headlights look. "It is meaningful."

"How is this 'meaningful'?" Sam asked incredulously.

"It represents the futility and possible painful outcome of attempting to clean up a unique form of chaos." Harry spoke smugly, the effect of his smooth lying completely ruined when they heard a bark from somewhere in the kitchen, causing Tibbles to hiss indignantly.

"Do you have a dog in there?" Sam asked bordering hysteric.

"Yes, yes I do." Harry said with a nod. "It represents the opposing force of force on forceful things and also cats are evil creatures."

Dean was just about to open his mouth to announce how done he was with Harry's crazy when a louder and if possible, more pissed off voice cut through. "Potter where in dads name have you put my dog?"

"Well Gabe," Harry turned slowly to face the pissed off angel in the other doorway. "I'm not 100% sure at the moment but give like ten minutes and I should have pinned his location down to a square metre or two."

"I swear Harry…" Gabriel trailed off and took a deep breath forcing himself to calm down. "Tell me what happened."

"What do you mean 'What Happened'?"

"I want to know what's got you so…."

"Insane." Harry filled in jaw clenched.

"Distracted." Gabriel corrected him before disappearing and re-appearing at the table. "Come on it's time for circle time." He clicked his fingers and the fatal pasta disappeared clearing a pathway for the Winchesters to make it to the table, which they did happily.

Harry joined a little more reluctantly, sitting down with his eyes glued to the table and running his hand through his hair three times before Gabriel decided to break the heavy silence.

"So, what happened?"

"I…" Harry drifted off again, falling into backwards into his silence. This stretched out for an impossibly long time Gabriel starring at Harry in a way that would give Castiel a run for his money, the Winchesters happy to follow the angels led. So they waited, and waited and waited until finally Harry continued "I received a letter from England. They want to get back in contact."

"All of them? Or just some of them?" Gabriel went on.

"Hermione wrote it." He swallowed thickly before looking up to make eye contact with them. "She said they want me to go there, where all of them will be. All of them. After everything, they wanted me to go back and see them."

"Are you going to go?" Sam asked gently and Harry suddenly looked a combination between panicked and sick.

"I got to." He murmured barely audible.

"Nobody said you had to." Gabriel replied quickly. "Besides you could always tell them you're busy rather than telling them you just don't want to see them."

"I did." Now he definitely looked sick around the gills.

"And?" Dean urged.

"They said they would come here to see me and I told them that was far too dangerous with children, what with all the monsters running around everywhere."

"So you're stuck going there." Gabriel finished for him.

"We could fake your death." Dean piqued up and Sam glared at him.

"I don't think that's wise." The younger Winchester continued, "You need to face your past."

"I would rather face my future." Harry looked over to Dean "let's do it."

"Don't get me wrong, I'm all for faking one's own death," Gabriel popped a lollipop in his mouth, speaking around it. "But it would never work; they know that you can't die."

"Well Bugger me backwards." Harry slumped looking genuinely defeated.

"Good news being that I am tagging along." Gabriel cut in to Harrys brooding.

"Us too." Sam agreed. "And Adam of course."

"So it's settled, we are all going to England." The angel smirked wickedly. "This is going to be fun."

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And that is what lead the three sons of John Winchester, an arch angel and the saviour of the wizarding world to be standing outside the burrow, gazing gazingly like gazing gazelles gazing (I'm sorry, sort of, not really.) at the chaos that waited for them at the foot of the hill, each one trying to find the right words to make Harry look less like throwing up everywhere and more like he was being reunited with his family.

None of them could think of anything, so they just began to walk towards the haphazard building, hoping like hell that Harry would get himself over it. They were supposed to be in England for another few weeks yet. After all, Adam had managed to talk them into doing the touristy thing whilst here.

They allowed Harry to pass through the group and stand at the door. He didn't knock though, no, instead he just stood and glared at the wood as though it was the soul bane of his existence. The Winchesters let him glare; it got it out of his system. The angel, however, seemed to have missed that particular memo and leant past the younger man, rapping curtly on the door before stepping back and listening to the sounds of about a million people rushing to the door at once.

It was going to be a damn long day.