Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Supernatural.

Summary: Harry James Potter was actually only half human, who would have thought? The discovery caused his life to spiral out of control, of course until one unexpected being helped him out and set him straight.

Author Note: Soo… I don't really know why I decided to start the big adventure on this chapter and not sooner. I guess that I didn't want to deal with the whole, brothers split up thing, and well this is one of my favourite episodes. The whole Dean being an old man thing was so funny. Let me know what you think, and FKYES to Gabe next chapter.

Chapter Two:

Knowing what he knew about the Winchester's, Harry didn't really think that he would have long before they ended up calling him for help. After all, he basically implied the hell out of the fact he would be their information bitch.

Even knowing that, the cambion didn't expect to be called up two days later.

He especially didn't expect the first thing that he heard after picking up to Bobby Singer's voice was, "Hey… Are you any good a poker?"

Granted, once the situation was explained, it was more than just a little bit funny. How they ended up in a situation like that was beyond him. Of course, he knew about this supernatural poker game, people came to him for information on how to find it for some time. The witch was powerful, and essentially had the secret to immortal life after all.

He came into the motel room that the brothers were staying in and was met with the sound of bickering.

"- And for damn sure nobody told you to lose!"

"It's like Grumpy Old Men." Sammy said damn near snickering.

"Shut up Sam."

"Hope I'm not interrupting this little love fest. I got an invite from Bobby… Plus this is just too rich to miss out on." Harry spoke with a smirk, completely ignoring the way Sam swung the gun toward him.

"What is the demon spawn doing here? We don't need this right now." Dean muttered under his breath before choosing to completely ignore Harry and return to the matter at hand.

Bobby also sent Harry a look, something that basically read, shut the hell up we certainly don't need this right now. Personally though, Harry pulled out his phone and snapped a few pictures, who knows when those could come in handy.

"Anyway, what the hell where you thinking? He's a witch! He's been playing poker since guys wore tights." Dean said, returning to eating his hamburger.

"You guys just don't get it." Not looking at anyone else in the room.

"Yeah I get it Bobby. You saw a chance to turn the clock back and get out of that damn chair. Pretty tempting, I can imagine-"

However he was cut off, "No you can't."

"You got me, I've never been paralyzed. But I'll tell you something – I've been to hell, and there's an archangel there wanting me to drop the soap. Look at me! My junks rustier than yours! You hear me bellyaching? Huh?"

"Actually, yeah." Added in Sam-O-Lam

Oh this was all too rich. This sort of information could have bought him a nice flat in heaven if he sold it to the right person. Damn his morals, and damn the fact he owed Bobby so damn much. Now to think of it, this whole thing was because of the fact he was in a chair, when he had a half-demon deal maker on their side? Perhaps he should bring that particular piece of stupidity up after they solved the current problem.

Harry didn't even want to know what type of shit list he was on to make it so that the moment that he joined Team Free Will, Dean Winchester became useless.

More than useless it seemed, from the way that he was holding himself carefully and stumbling toward a seat, seeming to be thinking that he was having a heart attack. There was nothing that he could do that particular time to stop the laughter that bubbled out from this throat.

"If I'd known you Winchester's were going to be some damn funny I would have joined this boy's club far sooner. Best laughs I've had in over a decade."

They went onto plan and figure out just how Patrick did it. Of course, Harry already knew, but they didn't bother to ask him. Why was he called here again? Either way, they seemed to put together that it had something to do with the chips, and they seemed to want to steal some.

Dean got dressed, I just kicked back to relax, however once Dean started to flirt with the girl in his aged state, there was no stopping him from pulling out his iPhone and filming that. It would be good for a laugh later.

"Can we just go…?" Dean spoke after the women came in and completely rebuked him.

Annnnd there he was, sitting in the back seat of a car, next to a gigantic moose, wondering if it was truly worth all the laughs to be punished like this.

Of course, watching him steal a car with style was interesting, even Dean thought so judging by his, "I've got to say, I kinda like the guy."

"I don't blame you; you have no idea how much business he's brought me over the years." Harry spoke off handedly.

That's when he left though; this little plan wasn't going anywhere he could tell beforehand. They were dealing with someone who had been doing this for years; they needed something a little bit more complicated than that. After this failed, he would come back.

With that he left via teleportation and a dramatic whirl of his jacket.

Next time they met, they seemed to be arguing about Sam playing, "You're not good enough. I'm better, Bobby's way better. We both lost."

Appearing behind Bobby, "Well, it's a good thing that I'm going to be playing then. It's been awhile since I had a good game of poker."

Dean swore and practically jumped six feet into the air, whirling around to face him, "Jesus fuck, you sorry sons of bitches need to stop appearing out of nowhere without warning."

Sam completely ignored Dean's comments, "You want to play in my place? Don't I get a say in this anymore?"

Smirking, Harry slaughtered further into the share circle, "Well, no you don't get a say and yes I will play in your place. I've got years and years of life on you Samuel. Not to mention, I'm just plain awesome at poker. Patrick won't turn it down; it's been awhile since someone actually played a big league game with him. Not everyone has thousands of years to bet. If you behave though, I might let you watch."

Sam went on to argue his case though, and eventually as per Winchester and friends rules, they pissed Bobby off.

"What exactly am I living for huh? The damn end of the world? Watching men die bloody well I sit in this chair? Can't take a step to help them?"

"Bobby-"

"You know Bobby; I am something of a cross roads demon. Now before everyone explodes, I'm far less limited in what I can deal for. So Bobby, what do you want to offer me for giving you those legs back?"

All three of them looked toward the cambion in shock; he however cut them off before they could say anything. "Listen Bobby, it doesn't need to be a soul, just something that I would want. Being half human means I don't need to meet any demon soul gathering quota. Just think about it, besides this isn't the time to be thinking about these kinds of things. We have other problems to deal with right now."

He looked at them expectantly, studying each of them. Dean looked distrusting, but reluctantly hopeful, the same for Sam. Bobby however, reluctant as he was, looked like someone just offered him the world. Not surprising considering he likely didn't think that there was anyone around that was going to offer such a thing.

He followed them to the Motel, the distrust was real though. He honestly didn't think that they were going to allow him to play. Sad really, he would have liked that. Oh well, no skin off his back if they refused his help, just hope they don't screw it up.

Suddenly there was a tingling sensation, like the type that screamed, my spider senses are tingling!

Yes, he watched Batman.

Sam was up to something huh, interesting.

Popping in was easy, although he was sure that the other two hunters didn't notice it. Sam seemed to be about to start his game, as Patrick asked, "What can I do you for?"

"Hello there Patrick, nice to see you again. Say…. Sammy there is about to ask you for a game, what do you say to a three way? We each put up one thousand, I'll cover Sammy here, and we get the game going?"

Patrick turned to Harry, they met grin to grin over it, and a nod was exchanged. Sam didn't say anything, what could he say when Harry was covering for just about 950 years of his own life for Sam. If he wanted into the game that bad, well who was he to stop the man.

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Few minutes later, they were each at the table, cards in hand and chips passed out.

"I like you Sam, I really do. I can see that you're heart is in the right place. Hell, even Harry here has his moral high horse and his is always in the right place… I'm good at reading people like that."

Sam's type of small chat came up, "You mean you're psychic."

"No, that'd be cheating." Harry had no problem believing that Patrick wouldn't do that. It was less fun to cheat like that, beating people far and square after all these years is much, much more interesting. "I'm talking about good, old-fashioned intuition."

"Right… Let's just get back to playing."

"Awwh Sammy-sam lighten up a little bit. It's just a game; I mean if you lose you aren't the one losing nearly two thousand years."

Two thousand was like… a week to him. There was no need for Sammy to know that though. Truly he didn't want Sammy to feel bad should he lose, it just wasn't information that he wanted getting out. Sam actually reminded Harry a little bit of how he used to be before the whole, finding out that he was a half-demon thing.

"Does your big brother know that you're here?"

"Bet 10."

"Didn't think so."

Waaaaaay to darken the mood right up.

"I raise." Patrick slammed some chips down and continued on, "Here you are right, trying to clean up their mess. And they still want to sit you at the kiddies table."

"Sammy wouldn't fit his legs under the kiddies table, let's not fool ourselves. Now Paddie, are we chatting so you can get a feel for us, or are we playing the game. Too scared that you can't tie down our reactions just through the game so you need to ask searching questions – Kind of pathetic for one meant to be a legendary poker player." Harry drawled out, drawing attention away from Sam and toward to him.

Pissing people off number one way to through them off their game. It made this less of a poker game, and more of a mental war. Harry Potter hadn't lost a mental war since Hogwarts sixth year, and he didn't play to be doing that again anytime soon.

Patrick actually looked kind of annoyed, much different from his usual attitude. Most people fell into the pattern of just who he could play, Harry didn't and it annoyed Patrick as much as it excited him. There weren't many people around that could throw him off, or he couldn't figure out enough about to throw them off their own game.

Instead it was the other way around, for the first time in a long time. It felt good.

Eventually it came to, "Wanna take a little break?"

Harry slaughtered out of the room, meanwhile Sam grabbed something. Harry was pretty sure that Patrick was onto that little plan as well, but didn't mention it. Seemed Patrick was wrong though, his brother had known he was there? When exactly had they planned all that when he was their most of the time? The lack of information that they gave to him almost made him scowl. Sure, he could understand caution until he proved himself, but he was here on a debt, he certainly wasn't going to be attempting much out of the lines.

They sat themselves back at the table, Harry quickly masking his irritation at the lack of information given, and the game was back on.

"Question – Is this what you meant to give to your big brother? The one that you gave him never passed my lips. Won't do a scrap of good. I don't like cheating Sam."

Patrick went to strangle Sammy-boy via magical power. Harry on the other hand just rolled his eyes and tapped Sam's shoulder, cutting off the power coming at him from Patrick.

"Let's not be so dramatic. Everything's fair in love and war right? Besides, you wouldn't want to make me angry Patrick. You can do what you want, if I'm satisfied with how this game goes… What do you say? We can play it out." Harry said, narrowing his eyes toward the man.

"Patrick… I did it, I gave him the spell." The women that had entered with Patrick spoke, seemingly out of guilty conscience at the thought of Sammy getting hurt. How sweet.

"…What?" Patrick gasped out, shocked and hurt at the very thought. "Why… Why would you do that?"

"You know why." She touched her locket, "You know."

Patrick turned away from her, not happy with what was being said and needing time to sort it out, "Harry was right, keep… playing."

Harry looked at the girl, wondering what that was all about. It seemed like she was Patrick's girlfriend, but why would she want to suicide herself, it was interesting. Harry even felt the twinges of a large amount of sympathy at the sentiment; after all he'd been there.

He shook his head; there was no need to even think about that deep hole. Life was good and past was past – He'd learned the years ago.

"Look at you, the percentage player betting the farm. Awful transparent of you Sam. Then again, I guess it's not that hard, when you aren't even betting your own years. I mean, if you have a monster hand like I have, I'd trap you, but you get so excited. You bet yourself right out of the big pot. I fold, set of ladies I'm guessing."

Harry had already folded, it was a shit hand. However Sam, well let's just say it wasn't a pair of Ladies, in fact it was trash. Seems like Patrick was more than just a little bit of his game from the fact that his girlfriend had tried to kill him.

"Nice bluff, if we had time I could make a real player out of you."

"I got time." Returned snarking Sam.

Harry snickered, well he had just made about two hundred years there.

"Maybe, but I can't say the same for Dean. Your brother's going to be dead soon, and when I say soon…" He leaned forward, "I mean minutes."

Sam panicked a little bit, and tried to get up to go to his brother. Of course, Patrick wouldn't have any of that. Harry just narrowed his eyes. Placed his bet, all the while trying to see just what it was that Patrick was playing here. Was that the plan? Kill Deanie?

"The games not over, till I say it's over. Blinds." With that they played up and the game was started once again. Harry thinking about possibly popping over to Dean – It didn't take him long to conclude that it wouldn't do any good. He was powerful, insanely so. However the power that he had didn't involved intercepting other peoples spells. Once a spell was cast, you needed to know exactly what it was all about before you could do much of anything about it. Sometimes it even required you to have the person that had cast it to reverse it. He could kill Patrick, but who knew for sure if that was going to be enough for the spell to reverse.

This spell that the man was using was old and complicated, that much he could feel in the air, it was better not to mix his crossroads or Halfling reality bending magic in with it. Who knew what could happen.

"So, when it comes to your brother, you get so emotional your brain flies out the window." Patrick goaded Sam, of course, that wasn't what was happening here.

Sure usually he played the nice guy and not the jerk, that didn't mean that he couldn't take a little bit of a lookie into Sam's mind. If anything though, Harry felt a little bit put out by the fact that it was more of a game between the two now. At first he had completely taken control, now Sam took that away, no fun.

Oh well, he had it on good informational authority that they were going to be meeting a trickster soon, that could be fun.

His head was clearly not in the game though. Personally he didn't think that it mattered much anyway. Even if both Sam and Dean were to have died right then and there, they would just be put back together by angels. Not like it hadn't happened before.

Dramatically, Sam announced his win. Seriously dramatically, like TV show dramatic and he didn't even use proper terms, "Just not as great as…. Four fours."

Really?

"Well played. You know that whole, going out of your head bit, very method. Well, there's more to you than meets the eye."

"Cash these in for Dean, please."

"With pleasure."

Well that was over. It actually made him feel a little bit bad that he was basically no use during the whole thing. Not that Sammy could have lasted long enough to that point, if not for the fact that he'd given him the extra years to play with.

Reaching his mind out for Dean, he could feel the difference, and nodded toward Sam the moment that the change back was complete.

Later on, he felt another change take place. The women that they met with, Patrick had let her go. It was actually kind of sad; sure he hadn't known her but still.

Finally at the end of the day, Team Free Will was at the horrible motel; Sam was leaving for a booster shot of all things, which had Harry on the floor laughing again.

Dean, Bobby, and Harry in the same room.

"Well… I guess that we can get the van loaded."

Harry smirked though, standing in front of the door.

"I changed my mind. I already owe you a debt that I can't pay Bobby, maybe you don't remember how I was, but I do. There is nothing that could ever repay the kindness that you gave me, setting me back up. Of course, even after I do this, we aren't settled."

With that, Harry teleported over and cut Bobby's hand, his own already cut and pressed the two together. Completely ignoring the calls of alarm that Dean made, "The deal has been made. You get your legs back, I settle a bit of my debt. I also get to avoid kissing you… So we are good?"

With that, Harry swirled away dramatically, leaving behind the people that he'd just granted quite the boon. Small steps for gaining the trust that it might take to take care of this thing once and forever.

He just hopped that the trickster didn't come for a few days, leave Bobby to get used to the new legs. Last thing that they needed was the old man wobbling around like a new born in the face of that particular problem.

Of course Harry could warn them.

Buuut….

He also knew that the Trickster wasn't planning on killing them. Considering how much they had met before in the past and the brothers were still alive, it seemed extremely unlikely that they would be dying this time. That Trickster was interested in them, and although they'd never met before face to face, it should be interesting to try to figure it out.

End:

Author Note: Harry and Gabe together should be fun. Especially concidering that I tried to make Harry's personality like a mix of his own, Crowley, and Gabe. Let me know what you think. Also someone suggested that I go with the name Hendrik, which is amazing I love it and I wanna use it. I'll probably go back and edit that in thank you sooooo much~3