Title: Sweet Surrender

Author: Celestial Seraphim

Warning: OOCness, angst, violence, darkness, language, drama, MxM, etc…

Pairings: MichaelxHarry, DeanxHarry (later on), TeddyxSam

Disclaimer: I neither own Harry Potter nor Supernatural. All claims go to their prospective owners.

Summary: Harry Potter never thought that when he'd become 'Master of Death' that his life would change so much. Dean Winchester had long given up the thought of ever finding someone to love. When they're thrown together by a promise Harry made twenty years prior, neither can dismiss the pull between them even if they're at each other's throats every other moment. However, hate and love teeter on a very thin line especially when surrender can taste so sweet.

Author's Note: I am soooo sorry! I'm currently without a computer seeing as mine unfortunately went bad. I'm in the process of waiting for my new laptop to come in but in the mean time I'll try my best to get chapters out but I make no promises. On that note I am sooo Happythat everyone is enjoying this story! Lol you guys are really tempting me to turn this into a MichaelxHarry fic instead of a DeanxHarry! I have a feeling though by the end of this fic you guys will both hate and feel bad for him.

Chapter 4 – You Do What You Have to Do

What ravages of spirit
conjured this temptuous rage
created you a monster
broken by the rules of love
and fate has lead you through it
you do what you have to do

~You do what you have to do, Sarah Mclachlan

Dean was almost positive someone was screwing with him on purpose up there because that was the only reason he was in this fucking position right now looking into amused but annoyed emerald eyes. He scowled when a delicate eyebrow rose and he had half a mind to shoot the fucker in the face consequences be damned. A low growl rumbled in his chest threatening but the other man merely raised his other eyebrow. He and Sam had been on a hunt nearby when the damn ghost had caught him with a butcher knife across the stomach. He remembered the weak but vicious satisfaction of burning the ghost's bones as he tried to hold his intestines inside his body before everything was black. When he came to he was on this fucker's bed, having him loom over him like some angel of death. "Winchester…Do you always cut it so close? I'd think you liked knocking on my door with all these near deaths."

The older Winchester shot him a venomous glare trying to ignore the tingling sensation at the back of his head that always signaled his presence. The older Black rolled his eyes before leaving the room for a second and then coming back with Sam in tow who looked thoroughly relieved to see his older brother alive. Not far behind him Adam poked his head in tentatively and gave a shaky smile to Dean at the sight of him awake. Dean winced and as though to confirm his thoughts (a part of him wondered if he read them) Marcus said cheerily, "Sam came in here with your bloody body all desperate and pleading. Nearly gave us a heart attack honestly."

Dean shot him another look before smiling at Sam, still unsure how he felt about Marcus saving him from dying. "I'm alright now. Good as new thanks to witch-boy."

This time Marcus shot him a dangerous look and a chill shot down his body for a moment. He left with Adam after a moment of checking over Dean again so that the brothers could reassure themselves that he was indeed okay. Dean looked over his body in wonder as he studied it. There wasn't even a scar where he'd gotten injured. Sam let him marvel over his body before he said softly, "I think you scared him."

The older Winchester shot a look at his brother before snorting at the somber look on his face. "Come on, Sammy. He's Death's Master. I'm sure this was nothing serious for him."

Sam frowned at him before shaking his head slightly if not a little slowly. "You didn't see him when he saw you. He went pale. He worked on you for hours and didn't even leave your side when you were stable."

Dean frowned, hesitation clear in his face as he looked at his little brother. There was a knock on the door before it opened and Marcus was leaning against the door frame with a plate of sandwiches. "I figured TDD would be hungry."

Both Winchesters looked at him strangely and asked, "TDD?"

Marcus let a snort of laughter slip and he said as though it explained everything, "Tall, dark and in denial."

Moss green eyes narrowed in annoyance as they met smug emerald and Sam just shook his head in amusement before getting up. He shot his older brother a look before patting a curious Marcus' shoulder as he walked past him. His eyes narrowed on Dean as he asked casually, "Did I miss something?"

Dean shot him a look before struggling to get up and not grunt in pain, he was surprised that even though he was healed he could still feel the wound. Suddenly, slender hands rested against his back and stomach causing him to stiffen slightly as he felt unusual warmth from them. It ebbed away slowly and with it the pain dulled as well and he was left staring at a scowling Marcus. "Be more careful, just because I healed you, doesn't mean you need to rush right now. You're body and mind still remembers it was injured. I put too much healing magic in you so instead of healing at the rate you should have so your body doesn't go into shock I healed you too fast."

If Dean didn't know better he'd think he'd caught of underlying hint of concern in the emerald eyed man's tone…at the hard look shot at him he figured it was a good think he did know better. Shifting uncomfortably he took the plate offered to him and grumbled a soft word of thanks before taking a bite of the first sandwich. He chewed thoughtfully before he inhaled the rest of his food and let out a content sigh. Marcus rolled his eyes and got up with the plate to leave, his face hardly showing anything but exasperation. Remembering Sam's words against his better judgment he plunged into the tingling sensation catching the other man off guard into unwittingly letting him in.

Why do I put myself into these situations again? Stupid angels, stupid all seeing father, stupid hero complex and stupid, stupid death prone Winchesters. Supposed to be a relatively quiet life with Teddy but no of course not. Had to go make a stupid promise to a stupid childish ball of light and –

Suddenly he was on his back pressed against the mattress and Marcus was above him, his lips twisted into a snarl and his eyes glowing causing Dean to stiffen. "Don't ever. Do. That. Again."

Dean looked into those eyes again before slowly nodding shortly. Marcus sneered menacingly before he was off of him and leaving the room, slamming the door behind him. The brunette blinked slowly, letting everything catch up to him before a grin stretched across his lips. A pissed Marcus aside he'd been worried about him. All powerful Master of Death had been worried about little ole Dean. He'd caught tendrils of emotions and worry had definitely been one of the more obvious ones.

It was a few hours before anyone came up to check on him and he'd started to grow bored so when his visitor brought the tingling sensation to a maximum the older Winchester grinned. Something in the back of his mind warned him he should not be fucking around with the Master of Death but shit he was tired of his life being screwed with. Just as his door opened Marcus paused as though knowing Dean was plotting something. Impossibly green eyes narrowed coldly on the grinning Winchester with obvious suspicion and distaste. "What the bloody hell are you grinning about?"

A particularly vicious grin turned the Winchester's lips as he purred out smugly, "Oh nothing…just finding it amusing that the Master of Death could possibly be worried about…"

The grin turned a bit more vicious when he remembered another tendril of emotion he'd been able to recognize. "That the Master of Death could be fond of me."

As he spoke with all the intention of lashing out a part of him warned him to stop as a dangerous glint entered the other man's eyes. Suddenly, he felt the tingling stop and there was nothing but a flash of hot pain before images flashed before his eyes. Images of watching as they tried to awaken his father, Sam dying, being ripped into by the hellhounds played though his mind with vicious intent and then it all stopped just as suddenly as it began. He was panting heavily, a cold sweat trailing down his forehead and face. Dean didn't even notice Marcus was near him until a cold voice purred cruelly in his ear, "Don't forget Winchester that I am the Master of Death and a very powerful Wizard. I take a lot of shit from you and your 'me against the world' attitude might endear you to me but I have no qualms breaking promises. I will send you back to the pit, back to Alistair if you continue to press your luck."

Dean swallowed as he felt himself pale at Marcus' promise because he could tell that was exactly what it was. What the hell had gotten him into thinking it was smart to antagonize this being? He was so used to the tolerant of Winchesters and warm towards Adam guy that he really did underestimate him. Marcus watched him with cold consideration and sat down to watch Dean closely. The older Winchester could feel the coldness in what he could only call the link between them warm slightly. They stared at each other for a while, one in cold impassiveness and the other in wary respect. Finally, in a whoosh of breath Marcus' body relaxed and he sat back, almost slouching in the chair causing Dean to unthinkingly relax as well. "Now that your tantrum is over – Dean, shut up 'cause that's exactly what it was. – again now that your tantrum is over do you want to talk about this…link between us or are you going to continue ignoring it and using it when you see fit."

The brunette grumbled softly before something in him gave in. With a soft sigh he nodded his head slightly as he said, "Okay…Okay let's get this talk over with…I have some questions anyway."

Marcus nodded his head and gestured for the brunette to start first. "The tingling…what is it?"

"Me. Blocking you out. It's a light mental barrier but it's enough to keep a muggle like you out of my head most of the time since you usually choose to ignore it. It's also kind of like a sixth sense letting us know when the other is around."

Dean thought about that for a second before nodding his head in acceptance. "Will I be able to do that? The mental barrier thing."

The emerald eyed man gave him a considering look before shrugging his shoulders, "I could show you, I suppose. The strength of your mental shield depends on your will though so we'll see."

The older Winchester nodded his head in understanding and sorted all the questions in his mind before he asked, "How much access do we have into each other's mind?"

Marcus scowled and like a gate being slammed Dean felt the tingling come back but with a slight sting making him wince. He felt the tingling gentle a little and he gave Marcus a quizzical look, "That! What was that about?"

The other man shifted uncomfortably before he said, "I haven't had the best experiences with people in my head so I've learned to put up stronger barriers than most people. Unfortunately because we have a connection I have to be a little more carefully. That was a product of me carelessly slamming a stronger barrier in place then easing it to the usual mental shield."

Dean huffed softly before nodded his head and then continuing, "My original question…answer it."

"If we let each other? Complete access. Seeing as some of us respect other people's privacy that shouldn't be a problem."

"You're not going to let that go are you?"

"Not likely. No."

"Okay fine, I deserve that. Is there a way to break the link?" Marcus thought about it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders, "I could look for a way. I've never really had my soul bound to someone before…it's slightly weird."

Dean frowned searching inside himself for anything that felt weird but other than the background feel of the mental barrier he didn't feel anything. As though sensing his curiosity, Marcus huffed lightly and spoke. "As a being who collects as well as shepherds the souls of the dead around I am highly aware of the souls in others including myself. Right now I'm aware of part of my soul in my body and part of your soul in my body. I'm sure part of my soul resides in your body as well."

The brunette nearly chocked at the realization that he had a piece of someone else's soul in his body and a piece of his soul was in someone else's. Twisting his face up in disgust he said,

"That sounds like some kinky shit. Not cool dude."

A delicate brow rose at his words but he could see the corner of Marcus' lip twitching as though wanting to smile. Waving a hand in the air as though to brush away the topic Marcus signaled for the next question and Dean thought about it for a moment before looking at the other man carefully. Choosing his words as though he really would be kicked back into the pit if he wasn't careful he asked,

"Why were you so…worried?"

Marcus scowled before letting out a tired sigh and rubbing his temples. He looked at Dean for a moment before he said,

"With only half of your soul if you were to die it'd be too much stress on that part and since my half is there it would keep you from fully resting. Like two forces pulling opposite ways it would tear you in half and you'd never find peace. I wouldn't be able to help you."

Dean paled slightly but nodded his head in understanding. He wouldn't be a ghost but he wouldn't exactly be alive either. It made him shudder at the thought. Marcus stood fluidly and Dean was reminded of a cat as the man stretched lazily before emerald eyes landed on him once more. A delicate eyebrow arched and a sly smirk curled pale plum lips causing the Winchester to scowl at the man. "Well now that we got most of that out of the way, you should get some rest. I'll be back later."

A soft snort erupted from the brunette but he obeyed, knowing he probably looked as tired as he felt. Sliding back on the bed carefully the last thing he was aware of was the slight warming of the tingling before he was out cold.

TBC…