So siamesercute keeps whining about having no motivation for her Harry Potter/ Supernatural fanfic with Gabe and Harry and I'm really quite bored so have a small fic with Cas because I'm bored and Cas.

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Harry Potter was tired.

Outrunning Dudley and his crew was fast becoming more tiring than just climbing up into a tree or dealing with the older Dursleys complaints and restrictions (not that there was much more they could do than withhold a meal) when he just left school.

So he did.

He had been getting to know the escape routes quite well and it's not like he would really be losing out on an education when others in his class were still stuck on basic addition.

At age seven Harry James Potter was a mathematical prodigy (not that he let the teachers know that). Not only could he add numbers together he could subtract them too- he even knew half of the dreaded multiplication tables!

With a few turns, a crawl under an old fence and a climb through someone's garden Harry had escaped.

Relieved he lay on the somewhat damp grass, not really caring that his shirt was fast becoming bedewed. It was only Dudley's old clothes anyway, they were both too big for him and quite worn.

Harry's seven year old brain quickly grew tired of this though and so he decided to ensconce himself in the library again and make a crack at his seven times tables- they were the least fun.

Sometimes he wondered if he should be worried about the fact that none of the librarians noticed him out of school.

Happily Harry made his way to his most frequented bookshelf. He was about to pluck the thin book on maths from its place when just between 'Easy ABCs' and 'How To Count To Three'- the books were very poorly alphabetised here- he saw a thick, bedraggled looking tome which he was certain he has never seen in his previous forays into the world of children's educational literature.

Like any curious child he pulled it out and went to sit down in the cosiest chair in the building between the shelves on something called 'Human biology' and 'Autobiographies By People No One Cares About'. He wasn't sure why no one ever went to this section of the library but he didn't really care at that moment with a new mystery in his hands.

And so he did not notice the faint title of 'Angel Summoning for Beginners' before it was too late.

"Why did you summon me, small human?" The gruff voice interrupts his reading and Harry drops the book in shock.

In front of him stands a man in a long, light brown coat.

Harry James Potter does the only thing a child without real parental figures would think to do when confronted by an odd man with a strange accent.

"I'm Harry- who are you?" He stands but the man still seems to tower above him.

The man blinks, eyebrows drawing down over his startlingly blue eyes.

"What do you mean you don't know me? Surely if you summoned me you must-" The man catches sight of his surroundings, "-wait. How did you summon me?" Harry stares up at him in confusion.

"What's 'summoning'?" The boy asks, knowing it must be a verb because he wasn't too bad at English either. The man returns the stare,

"You mean to say that you don't know who I am, how you summoned me here or that you summoned me here?" Harry nods.

"I don't know what summoning is but I don't know you." The man decides to introduce himself to the odd child.

"I am Castiel, an angel of the Lord." His eyes seem to glow but this doesn't put the seven year old off.

"Oh, okay. Why are you here? Do you want to read the books too?" Castiel the angel looks around briefly.

"None of these books are of import." If Harry could understand what the strange man was saying he would probably be mildly offended, "I need to get back to the Winchesters." The man focuses for a second then looks around with an expression of concern and puzzlement.

"I thought you were leaving, Castiel?" Harry watches the angel's eyes darken with worry.

"I can't seem to leave. If I don't get back to them soon they might do something dangerous." The boy nods eagerly, also worried for the friends of his new friend. The angel fixes his gaze on Harry.

"You summoned me here so maybe you are the key to letting me get back to them." Harry- who still doesn't know what summoning is- frowns.

"Oh. I'm sorry. Maybe it's in the book? If you can go can I go with you?" Castiel looks at the young boy confusedly, seeming to look through him.

"Why do you want to go with me?" Harry shuffles a little, feeling quite silly.

"Well the Dursleys don't like me and I don't like cleaning their house." The angel acquiesces.

"Okay. You are important to the Wizarding World though so I'll have to return you at key points of time so things aren't messed up too much." Harry doesn't know what the Wizarding World is or why he would be important to it but he really, really doesn't care when he has a ticket away from the Dursleys.

The angel and the boy find no reason for this complication in the book so- when Castiel has returned the maths book and (at Harry's request) properly organised the library (with a mere motion no less)- they try to leave again.

Castiel lays his hand on the boy's shoulder and they are gone.

"Must have been a time delay or something." The gruff angel removes his hand from the boy's shoulder. Harry does not notice, too busy taking in the sight of the Bunker in its full, slightly dusty, glory.

"What the hell Cas? First you just disappear on us then you reappear with a kid? What the hell are you thinking?" Castiel looks concernedly at the man.

"The child managed to summon me without the proper rituals and he didn't want to stay there so I brought him back with me. I'll have to return him every now and then." Harry stares at the tall man who just stares at the angel in shock.

"Cas- he's a kid- he needs his family."

"Dean-" The tall man interrupts him again.

"Cas, you've got to return him before they file a report or something!" The angel opens his mouth to respond but Harry speaks instead.

"The Dursleys won't mind. They'll just have to do the cleaning and cooking themselves. They didn't like me anyway." Dean stares in disbelief and Harry just stares back, unconcerned.

At this moment an even taller man walks into the room, reverses a few steps then points at Harry.

"So why's there a kid in here?" The slightly less tall man throws his hands in the air,

"I'm going to get beer, you're going to deal with those two." As he leaves the taller one sits in one of the chairs surrounding a table with countries on it. He gestures to the seat in front of him and smiles awkwardly.

"Um, have a seat." Harry sits down in it and the giant bends down closer to his level, elbows perched on his knees and hands clasped loosely in front of him.

"So what's your name?" Harry dutifully recites his name and the man nods, holding out his hand.

"Nice to meet you Harry- I'm Sam Winchester. What are you doing here, you don't sound American?" The boy shakes his head.

"I'm from England. I read a book then Castiel appeared and I didn't want to stay with the Dursleys so I came here with him." Sam nods.

"So why don't you want to stay with them? Are they your family?" Harry nods.

"Aunt Petunia is my aunt so I guess so. My mum and dad died in a car accident when I was little because my dad was drunk- it's how I got this scar-" He lifts his hair and Sam nods patiently yet worriedly, "They didn't like me and I had to clean their house and garden and do some cooking." The giant sees the sincerity in the boy's words and nods again.

"Well I don't think we should send you back then but we know someone who is looking after other lost people so you could stay with her if she says yes." Dean walks in, passing a beer to Sam and taking another swig of his own.

"So what's happening?"

"We are thinking of taking Harry to Jody's because we can't look after him and I don't even know how we would get him back to his family if they were fit to look after him." Dean nods slightly,

"Fair enough- any hunts around?" Sam shakes his head, gesturing to nothing in particular.

"Nope, it's been too quiet lately." Dean grins

"Hey, Cas, think we could just drop Harry around now?" Almost instantly the giant stands up again.

"We aren't waking Jody up at two in the morning unless it's an emergency." The slightly shorter man holds his hands up.

"Okay, okay- Samantha- don't get your knickers in a twist. Well Harry- looks like we can take you over to Jody's tomorrow so pick a room for the night." The two men start bickering between themselves so it is up to Cas to show the young boy around the Bunker.

So Harry spends his first night away from the Dursleys in- in his seven year old opinion- the coolest place ever.

The next day Harry has cold pizza for breakfast and decides that it's the best thing ever.

"So, you ready to go?" The boy nods and stands between the brothers. Cas lays a hand on each brother's shoulder and a foot on Harry's and they are standing in a very ordinary looking living room.

Castiel stands on two feet again.

"So you're Harry- nice to meet you kid. I'm Jody." Harry nods as the friendly looking woman shakes his hand "I hear you're going to be living with me from now on." Again, Harry nods.

"First things first- breakfast. You boys want to join us?" She looks at the rest of them and raises her eyebrows in question.

And Harry has his second breakfast of the day with two girls who don't seem to realise he's there, the two brothers, a friendly sheriff and an angel of the Lord.

"So Harry, want to come out and get some clothes later? You'll need some new things if you're going to school."

Yeah, Harry thinks he's going to like America.

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So, yeah, turned out a little longer, a lot less cracky and a lot less about Cas than I had expected but yeah- here you go. Might add a couple more chapters later *shrugs*