AN: I blame this one entirely on Harry-Potter-is-Dean-Winchester fics. Entirely their fault. I just think there's a lot of potential in HP/SPN crossovers, and while most have Harry as a wizard-turned-Hunter, or as Dean and Sam's brother, there have been a couple where Harry was the reincarnation of someone. Like Lucifer, Michael, even Gabriel and Dean once. But there's no Sam. So since I am such an amazing person, I decided to make my own.

I am currently trying to watch Supernatural on Netflix, and I am getting through Season 4. So rest assured, I am not going into this not knowing what in the world happens in the show, like with Naruto.

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Chapter One

Not a lot of things could get a reaction out of Death. After all, he was one of the first ever beings of the Universe, the one Truth that could never be outrun or denied. However, there had been times over the millennium where someone or something managed to do something he hadn't been expecting. Harry Potter was one such example; instead of exploiting his status as Death's Master, Potter tried everything he could to be rid of the Hallows whose loyalty he had gained.

Unfortunately, no mortal, even a natural-born wizard, could destroy objects made by Death. Especially by snapping it. (That had almost amused him, that the last descendent of the Peverell family was so desperate to get rid of the curse of his line.)

Death kept a watch over Harry Potter's life, vaguely interested in what his Master would end up doing. However, Potter didn't end up living much longer. The wizard had become almost detached from his life, unsure of who he was or what he should do without an egomaniac of a Dark Lord haunting his every step. Harry had rebuffed the redheaded witch's advances, instead remaining alone as he tried to move on, past all the manipulations, pain, and conditioning that had been going on since his parents' deaths.

But one day, while in Diagon Alley with Ron and Hermione, a fight broke out between a Light Family and a couple of suspected Voldemort supporters. It quickly turned deadly, Killing Curses being flung around like it was going out of fashion. When Harry Potter stepped forward to try and stop the fighting, he noticed that one of the combatants had had a wickedly-curved knife, one that was now on a deadly course straight for Hermione.

Hermione Granger, who was involved with a Muggle Consulting Detective and now expecting a child.

There was no hesitation, no consideration; Harry's body seemed to move on its own as he leapt in between his dearest friend and the weapon. It pierced him in the chest, only a few inches away from his heart, and Harry Potter, Savior of the wizarding World, crumpled to the ground. Hermione screamed, instantly throwing herself to his side, desperately trying to stem the blood that gushed from the wound.

"Harry! HARRY!"

Death waited impatiently for his Master to wake up, leaning on his cane. They were once again in King's Cross, empty of the trains that would be in the actual station. Potter finally shifted, sitting up slowly as he looked around. His green eyes were shocked as he realized where he was, and the wizard jumped when death finally spoke.

"I'm glad to see you finally awake. We have much to discuss, Master."

Harry scrambled to his feet, confusion and panic warring in him as he remembered what had just happened.

"Your friend and her child are fine," Death said blandly. "However, there were a few casualties that were not prevented by your death."

"So, you're really...?" Harry asked haltingly. Death gave him a Look, raising an eyebrow. "Who did you think I was, Master? Did you think that the 'Tale of the Three Brothers' had no basis in fact? You gathered my Hallows, and you thought that there was no entity behind their creation?"

Harry lowered his eyes. "I'd hoped..."

"I know very well what you'd hoped, Harry Potter. But it is not within any natural-born wizard's power to destroy artifacts created by one such as I. Like it or not, you are my Master, and no matter what you could've tried, there is no way out of it."

"So what now?" the wizard asked. "I assume I can't go back."

Death snorted. "No, you cannot. There is no Horcrux you can trade, this time. But, if you are not ready to finally rest, there is another option..."

"God is real?"

"Where did you think a natural-born witch or wizard's power came from, Master? It is just a miniscule amount of the power of God, what he used to create what you see around you. Some wizards, like Merlin, your Hogwarts' Founders, and even yourself, simply have a little more than most."

"But what does this have to do with me?"

"It has to do with one of his eldest sons, the one who first rebelled and Fell from Heaven. The one called the Morningstar, the Lightbringer. You may know him as Lucifer. He will eventually break free from his Cage in Hell and try to assume command over the Four Horsemen."

"Aren't you one of them?"

"Yes. And as Death, I do not like being controlled. And while your mere presence would be able to throw off many of Heaven and Hell's plans, I plan on doing much more than that. You will be reborn as one of the two major players in the events that unfold, with a family that will actually care for you this time around. I cannot promise a life without tragedy, loss, or despair, but for what you can gain you may consider it worth it."

"...When do I start?"

Samuel Winchester sat up in bed, panting harshly as his heart thumped wildly in his chest. His brown hair was damp with sweat and stuck to his forehead, and Sam laid back on the bed, trying to control his ragged breathing. Jessica shifted next to him but didn't wake, and Sam was thankful for that. How could he even explain the nightmares he got to her?

Finally he got up and went over to his phone. These dreams were starting to freak him out, and Sam just didn't know what to do about them anymore. Not only was he dreaming of Jessica dying similarly to his mother, but these fragments of what seemed like memories haunted him. He remembered seeing the figure of Death, and snippets of a conversation about... what was it?... someone named Lucifer.

Perhaps even the real deal, the actual Devil. And if any of this was true, even a little bit, there was no way Sam would be able to deal with it on his own.

For the first time in two years, Sam typed in Dean's number and held the phone up to his ear.

"Yeah?"

"Dean? I need to talk to you."

"Sammy?"

Sam didn't manage to get any more sleep, so he decided to give in and do some research on his dreams. He didn't think he'd find anything, but he couldn't just sit and wait for Dean to make it to Stanford. He was all the way in New Orleans, or at least near New Orleans, so it would take him at least a couple of days.

It had been...nice, talking to Dean again. It was only now, after two years of being separated from his family, that Sam realized just how much he missed his older brother. Dean had always been the steady figure in his life, no matter where they were or what they were hunting. And while the friends he'd made at Stanford were great, none of them were Dean.

Sam laughed quietly. When did he get so dependent on his older brother?

For the next few hours, the only noise in Sam and Jessica's dorm room was the quiet typing of a keyboard. Sam rubbed a hand over his face, stretching a little as he shut his laptop. Nothing, just like he'd thought. And he didn't have any contacts with Hunters anymore, so no resources on that end. Bobby might have had something, especially on any 'natural-born witches and wizards', but Sam wasn't sure if Bobby was mad at him for leaving or not. He might've been a coward, but he just couldn't face Bobby's disappointment.

His phone rang, and Sam opened it quickly, so that the ringtone wouldn't wake up Jessica. "Dean?"

"Hey, Sammy. It's good you called when you did."

"Why?"

Dean sighed over the phone. "Dad's missing."

Sam sat up straighter. "What?"

"Just got a voicemail from him; it's weird, man. But it sounds like something's happened to him. Called a few people, and nobody's seen him. It's like he just vanished off the face of the planet."

"Nobody matching Dad's description in the hospital or morgue?"

"Nope. But Dad going missing and your dreams of your girlfriend dying exactly like Mom... it can't be a coincidence. I'm gonna be there late tonight at the latest, and then I think we gotta go to where Dad was huntin'. We need to find him, he might know somethin' about this."

"What was he hunting?"

"Don't know; there were at least ten mysterious disappearances out in Jericho, California over the last ten years and Dad went to go check it out. I'll give you the details when I get there."

"Alright. See you Dean."

Sam closed his phone and ran a hand through his hair, trying to ignore the little thrill of anticipation and dread that crept down his spine. Two years of trying to move past the hunting and the thoughts of this being the day his father or brother might not make it back, and then that life sneaks back up on him anyway. He was never going to be able to be normal, was he?

Sam wasn't able to concentrate on his classes that day at all; his friends and Jess kept giving him worried looks and Sam couldn't even think of anything to say to them. Hey guys, I'm okay, really; I'm just dreaming of Jess dying exactly like my Mom did when I was six months old, my Dad's gone missing hunting something supernatural in Jericho, and I'm also dreaming of the personification of Death talking about the Devil and the Apocalypse.

Yeah. That'd go over real well.

Theories kept whirling around in his head of what their Dad could've been hunting, and why he'd just gone missing, but there was just too many possibilities. Sam didn't have all the facts and it was driving him nuts; while Dean and their Dad mostly took care of the actual hunting, research had been more his thing, and not having everything he needed to figure this out irritated him to no end. (That wasn't to say Sam couldn't do actual fighting; he'd kick anyone's ass that tried saying he couldn't.)

The hours seemed to drag on, and Sam tried to focus on anything but the fact that he'd soon be face to face with his older brother for the first time in two years, trying to find their missing father.

"Sam?"

Jess stood in front of him, worry in her eyes as she looked him over. "Sam, you've been acting weird all day. What's wrong?" When her boyfriend didn't answer, the blonde stepped closer, putting her hands on his chest. "Please, Sam, don't shut me out. Let me help, even just a little."

"It's just...my dad's missing. He was on a hunting trip up in the mountains, and my brother called me last night. He wants me to go with him to find our Dad. He's comin' by tonight, and I'm worried."

The truth, just not the whole thing. There were mountains up near Jericho, right? Maybe?

Jess understood immediately that that was all he wanted to say about it, though not for the reason she was thinking. So she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and went to their bedroom, knowing that she shouldn't bug him about going to the Halloween party. He'd never been one for celebrating Halloween, and now that his Dad had gone missing, Sam would definitely not be in the mood for a party. But she was still going, so she needed to get ready. "You're still driving me to the party, right?"

"Yeah," Sam agreed, smiling slightly. "Just give me a call when you need to be picked up, all right, Jess?"

Sam had never liked Halloween, even before learning about all the monsters that were really out there in the dark. He was always on edge, waiting for something horrifically awful to happen to him, to his entire family. Dean was the only one that could ever manage to calm him down, and that was only by allowing his younger brother to cling to him like a leech until midnight had finally passed. Last year, during his first year at Stanford, Sam hadn't coped well with Halloween at all. Without Dean or anyone at least vaguely familiar, like his Dad, around, Sam had ended up getting blackout drunk and barricaded in his dorm, refusing to let anyone in until the next morning. He'd salted the place to high heaven and used every single Hunter protection he knew of to protect himself. After that, his friends had decided not to let him be alone during Halloween from then on.

Once Sam dropped Jess off, he drove back to the dorm and began packing. At least three complete changes of clothes, and then the hunting weapons he hadn't been able to make himself throw away. Just another sign that this try to have a normal life had failed miserably. Sam ran a hand through his hair, sighing softly. It was just a feeling, but Sam knew that he wouldn't be coming back to Stanford for a while.

Sam must've dozed off after picking Jessica up and bringing her back to their dorm, because the next thing he knew, he was opening his eyes. He got up slowly, frowning. He could've sworn he'd heard... There! Footsteps, in the dorm. Jess was sleeping next to him, and while it could be Dean, there was always the chance that it wasn't. Sam got up and quietly crept to where he thought the noises were coming from, expertly avoiding any creaky floorboards with the ease of long practice.

He spied the shadowy figure wandering around, and when whoever it was entered the living room area, Sam grabbed their shoulder. He was grabbed right back, and Sam's training kicked in. However, he hadn't seriously practiced in over two years, so the short-lived fight ended with Sam on the floor, the grinning face of his older brother above him.

"Whoa, easy tiger."

"Dean?" Sam asked, letting his head drop back on the floor before glaring at his annoying sibling. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"That's cause you're out of practice," Dean said smugly. Sam scowled and kicked Dean over the head, rolling over and pinning Dean to the floor instead of the other way around. Dean groaned before laughing a little. "Or not. Get off me."

"Man, you've gotta learn how to knock. If I'd had a gun, I would've shot you first and asked questions later." Dean raised an eyebrow so Sam continued. "Jess lives here with me."

Dean rolled his eyes and said, "You ready to go?"

"Yeah; just need to grab my bag and I'll meet you by the car."

Jess was half-awake when Sam walked in to grab his duffel bag, so he kissed her cheek and told her to go back to sleep. "My brother's here, and we're gonna leave in a few minutes. I'll be back in a couple days, alright? Love you." Jess turned over and her breathing evened out once more. Sam smiled softly and ran his fingers through her hair before grabbing the bag and shutting the door softly behind him.

"So what was Dad hunting?"

Dean opened the trunk of the Impala and lifted the false bottom, revealing all the hunting weapons he kept there. "Let's see, where the hell did I put that thing...?"

"So you weren't with him because you were down in New Orleans?"

"Yep; some voodoo thing. Anyway, about a month ago, this guy vanished from Jericho, California. His car was found eventually, but he'd vanished, completely MIA."

Sam looked over the paper with the guy's information before looking up at Dean. "I'm guessing that he wasn't the only one?"

"Here's another one in April, then one in December '04, '03, '98, '92; ten of them over the past 20 years. All of them men and the same five-mile stretch of road. It started happenin' more and more, so Dad went to go check it out. That was about three weeks ago; haven't heard from him since, which is bad enough, but then I got that voicemail."

Dean played the message, which was pretty hard to make out, and then they heard the woman's voice.

"I can never go home..."

Sam nodded. "Let's get going, then." Dean grinned, shut the trunk, and the two brothers got into the car, driving off.

Sam fell asleep in the Impala, and just like every single night for the past few weeks, he had the same two dreams. First Jessica's death, and then the conversation between the black-haired man and Death. That second dream, though, was just weird. It felt...personal, like it was something Sam had simply forgotten instead of dreaming about. He knew those two men, probably just as well as he knew Dean.

"The dreams again?" Dean asked from the driver's seat.

"..Yeah," Sam admitted, sitting back up. "I don't know, Dean, do you think I should've told Jessica to be careful while I was gone? I just have a bad feeling."

Dean gave him a considering look before turning back to the road. "You know her better than I do, Sammy; would she have accepted the supernatural and all the things you've done? Would she have accepted the fact that you've been dreaming about her dying exactly like Mom?"

Sam swallowed. The sad thing was, he couldn't really answer that. He knew they loved each other, but would it be enough if he came clean about his family and what they do? Sam just didn't know, and that scared him. He didn't want to lose anyone else he loved. Their mom's death had been bad enough, and Sam didn't remember her like Dean and their dad did.

"I don't know."

"Just...don't make the same mistake I did, Sammy."

That make Sam pause for a moment, looking at his older brother curiously. Did that mean that Dean had loved a girl enough once to tell her about all the monsters they hunted on a daily basis? But as badly as Sam wanted to ask, he could tell by the tightness of Dean's jaw that it wasn't the right time to ask.

"I swear, man, you've gotta update your cassette tape collection."

"Why?"

"Well, for one they're cassette tapes. And two, Black Sabbath? Motorhead? Metallica? They're the greatest hits of the mullet rock."

"House rules, Sammy. Driver picks the music...shotgun shuts his cake-hole."

It was scarily easy to slide back into his old habits and patterns of hunting; get into the crime scene, do research on any violence or murders that might have happened, talk to any witnesses or relatives, figure out what the hell kind of supernatural thing they were dealing with this time, and then deal with the son of a bitch. Thankfully, it was just a simple salt-n-burn; once they'd find the corpse and destroyed it, everything would be good.

It was what they discovered about their dad's disappearance that really worried them.

"He's gone. Dad left Jericho."

"What? How do you know?"

"I've got his journal."

"He doesn't go anywhere without that thing."

"Well, he did this time."

"What's it say?"

"The same old ex-marine crap, when he wants to let us know where he's going."

"Coordinates. Where to?"

"...Alright, Dean," Sam said. His older brother looked over at him. "I'm not gonna go back to Stanford. I'll stay. But we gotta get some more of my clothes from the dorm, alright?"

Dean grinned. "Alright, Sammy. What made you change your mind?"

"You."

That surprised Dean if the expression on his face was any indication. "Huh? Come again?"

"You're my older brother, Dean."

Dean simply gave him a look like 'Duh! Your point?'

"You raised me more than Dad did, as sad as that is. Dad may have taught me hunting and every single evil thing he's encountered out there, but you did everything else. Dean, you kept me safe, tried to give me the normal experiences every other kid got." Sam's eyes dropped to the pendant on Dean's chest. He never took it off, ever since the day Sam had given it to him. "And while I might be worried about Dad, I'm going back because of you. You need my help, and because I've missed you these two years. Having a normal life...it wasn't all that great. Kinda boring without you there."

Dean looked equal parts uncomfortable and flattered. (Lord knows that Dean didn't really like 'chick-flick moments'.)

"What about your girlfriend?"

"I'll tell her the truth when we get back. And if she can't accept it..." Sam swallowed. Hunting was dangerous, and if Jess wanted nothing to do with it, she'd be in constant danger. And maybe Sam just had screwed-up ideas, but he didn't want to have to constantly save his significant other. He wanted more of a partnership.

The Supernatural world and Hunting in general wasn't done with the Winchesters. It wouldn't spare Jessica Moore even if she was just a regular civilian.

Dean was silent, lost in thoughts of dark skin and ebony curls.

The dorm room was dark and silent when Sam got back, and it unsettled both brothers. There was something wrong about it. Dean stayed behind to check out the living room while Sam went to check on Jess.

Their room was empty, the covers messed like Jess had been lying there recently. But she was just gone.

Dark drops appeared on the sheets, and Sam tilted his head in confusion before cautiously touching it. It was thick and had a cloying scent of...copper. Sam's eyes widened, and he looked up at the ceiling. His girlfriend was pinned there, blond hair splayed around her face like a halo and a blank, surprised look frozen on her face. And her stomach was gutted.

"SAMMY!"

"JESS!"

Jess's body burst into flames just as Dean ran into the room, looking panicked. Sam fell to the floor, arms over his head protectively as he stared at his girlfriend in horror. Dean took in the sight in one moment, darting forward and seizing his younger brother, dragging him out of the room.

"Come on, Sammy, we gotta get out of here!"

"No! No! Jess! JESS!" And they barely made it out before the apartment blew, raining hot glass shards all over the pavement below.

Dean looked at the crowd gathered around the building, chattering and looking nervous as they discussed what might have happened to cause the fire and explosion. None of them would have ever believed what actually happened. Demons and other things like that just didn't exist, after all. Dean turned away from the sight and walked up to his car, eyes serious and worried as he looked at his little brother.

Sam's clothes were singed and he still smelled like smoke, which was ignored as he examined one of the guns in the Impala's trunk. Sam looked up for just a brief moment, tear tracks barely evident by the police and fire truck lights before he looked back down. But Dean gasped softly. In that one glance, Dean knew he saw Sam's eyes change color. Both of them had hazel eyes, brown mixed with green, but Sam's had always been more brown than green. But there, Dean could have sworn that his brother's eyes had turned an eerie, glowing emerald color.

"There was sulfur on the windowsills," Dean said quietly. "That's how I knew something was wrong."

"She hadn't been dead long," Sam muttered just as quietly, tossing the gun into the trunk before turning to Dean. "She left me a voicemail on my phone not too long before we got to Stanford." His eyes hardened, the flash of bright emerald green appearing again. "It killed Mom, and now it's killed Jess. How many more people are gonna die before this thing's done?"

Dean raised an eyebrow. "So what now, Sam?"

"We got work to do."

Only a couple of feet away, the dark figure of a man leaning on a cane could just barely be seen. Death smiled, looking closely at the younger Winchester before vanishing. His reborn Master would have a long and bloody road ahead of him, but whether he was a Potter or a Winchester, the Master of Death would never go down without fighting.

And the first chapter is done. One of the longer ones I've ever done, too. It was really weird; once I started typing, I just couldn't seem to stop. I hope I did well writing the boys; I don't want to shame them, after all. There's not going to be any slash or Wincest in here, though, unless I decide to give one of the angels a female vessel. After all, angel are technically genderless, right? I'm kinda tempted to turn Luci or Gabe into a girl and pair her with Sam, but I don't know how receptive you guys would be to that.

Another thing: Sam is not a wizard in this story. Harry had powerful magic, and I don't want him too overpowered by combining Sam's psychic abilities with magic. Heck, Sam's status as Master of Death shakes things up enough. He'll simply have powerful psychic abilities, and maybe sometimes he'll do something similar to his magic, but that's all.

Now, who wants to know how this Sam will shake the Spn universe up? I do! So don't forget to review and tell me what you think!