Save My Soul

Chapter 1: All Hell Breaks Loose

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RATED M FOR SLASH, LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE, BLOOD AND GORE, DEMONS, VAMPIRES AND ALL THOSE OTHER THINGS NOT MEANT FOR CHILDREN TO READ.

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"Bobby, do you have anything for us?" Dean asked as he and Sam entered Bobby's living room. He and Ellen were all but buried in a pile of books.

It's been less than 24 hours since they killed Azazel and hundreds of demons escaped hell. They knew they had little time. For all they knew, each one of those cursed sons of bitches has already found a meat-suit.

"Not a damn thing." Bobby muttered and slammed his book closed. "We won't know how bad it is until we get out of here and see for ourselves."

"What about Dean's deal?" Sam asked and Dean rolled his eyes.

"Sammy, let go of that already-"

"No."

"Sam-"

"No!" The two brothers were locked in a stare-down until Dean sighed and rubbed his face with his hand.

"Look. I can't go looking for a way to break the deal, Sammy. Part of it was a clause that forbids me from looking for a way out. Either I live out this year that I have left or the deal is off and you drop dead." Sam frowned and looked at Bobby and Ellen. Both of them looked pained.

"You shouldn't have done that, Dean." Sam said and Dean looked at him with a small, sad smile.

"Maybe, maybe not. Fact is that I did it and there's no going back." He looked at the other two. "What we need to do right now is get out of here and start chasing those bastards down before they literally bring Hell down on Earth." Ellen and Bobby nodded at that while Sam sighed.

"Is there really nothing that can be done?" Sam asked. "I mean; you said that you couldn't go looking for a way. You said nothing about others-"

"Sammy, I think that includes you." Dean said.

"No, it doesn't." Ellen said and the three looked at her. "Demon deals always leave plenty of loopholes to them and to us. Problem is that the deal is impossible to break; at least to my knowledge." Ellen said.

"We don't have the time to go looking either way." Dean said.

"We don't." Ellen agreed and Sam was about to say something, but Ellen beat him to it. "But if we find someone willing to help us-"

"I sincerely doubt anyone will be willing to do that." Dean said. "Word already spread out about Sam's connection to that yellow eyed bastard. I wouldn't trust other hunters anywhere near him."

"Good point." Bobby muttered, Sam rolled his eyes and Ellen frowned slightly.

"Maybe there is someone we can call." She said and the three men looked at her with slight suspicion.

"Can they be trusted?" Bobby asked and Ellen shrugged.

"I think he can be trusted. He's a good kid; has a shitload of problems, but he has a code of honor rarely found in hunters these days."

"Well, who is he?" Sam asked.

"Harry Potter." Ellen said and the three frowned.

"Never heard of him." Dean said and Ellen snorted.

"'Course you didn't. He keeps to himself and all but avoids other hunters because of his nature."

"His nature?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. He's a natural born wizard."

"A natural born what?!" Dean snapped.

"Chill it, ya idjit!" Bobby snapped and Dean flinched back a little.

"Like I said he is a natural born; no demon deals, no strings attached." Ellen said. "Three years ago he came to the Roadhouse; said he was sent over by Missouri."

"Mosley?" Sam asked and Ellen nodded her head.

"Yeah. He said she told him I would be able to point him in the right direction. At first I thought he was pulling my leg. He looked no older than 19, but there was something about him that-I don't know." She said and the three men frowned. "Missouri called me shortly after he came to the Roadhouse and told me that he's a good kid. I haven't seen him since then, but he called a few times to ask if I had a job for him."

"Do you know how to contact him?" Sam asked.

"Sam, no-"

"Ellen says he's fine and we need all the help we can get." Sam interrupted Dean sharply and the older hunter frowned.

"Sam-"

"I won't hear it, Dean!" Sam snapped and Dean's eyes widened. "He can help! If he agrees to it, we will accept it and you won't say anything against it, do I make myself clear?!" The other three could just stare at Sam in surprise.

"Wow, Sammy." Dean muttered. "I didn't know you had it in you." Sam blushed slightly and bowed his head a little.

"Well, at least he keeps a cool head." Bobby muttered and looked at Ellen. "Can you call him now?" He asked and Ellen stood up. She took her phone from her back pocket and dialed a number. She looked at the others with a small frown.

"I hope he answers." She muttered and waited.

"REPULSO!" The demon exploded with a scream and he ducked behind a car. "BLOODY-FUCKING-HELL, where the FUCK are they all COMING FROM!" He cursed and rolled away from the car when a demon grabbed it and tossed it aside as if it was made out of paper.

"FUCK!" He ran away into an alley mentally going over the map of the town he was in, trying to calculate the quickest route to his car.

"I just HAD to go and eat that bloody pie." He muttered and jumped over a tall fence, stopping a demon from grabbing him. His heart almost stopped when his cell phone rang.

"Not a good time!" He snapped but took it never the less. He kept on running, trying to avoid the demons that were practically coming out of nowhere.

"Why are you all on my ass?!" He snapped and answered the call without checking to see who was calling.

"NOT A GOOD MOMENT!"

Ellen winced and moved the phone away from her ear. Everyone heard that.

"Harry? Where are you? Is something wrong?" She asked and put him on speaker when Sam and Dean got closer.

"Is something wrong? Of COURSE something's wrong! I have DEMONS chasing after me like its bloody open season!" Ellen frowned and looked at the others.

"Where are you?" She asked.

"I'm in Torrington and this whole Merlin damned town is SWARMING with these bloody, fucking - BOMBARDA!" The four of them jumped when a bunch of explosions echoed on the other side.

"Apparate out of there!" Ellen snapped.

"I'm not leaving my car here!" Harry snapped and Sam looked at Dean.

"At least you'll agree on something." Sam said and Dean grunted lowly.

"Get out of there, you idiot!" Ellen snapped.

"I'll call you later, Ellen! I'm kind of busy right - REPULSO! INFLAMARE!"

"His spells are in Latin?" Sam said and the three shot exasperated looks at him. Sam shrugged while various screams came from the other side of the line.

"Harry, you need to-"

"Finally!" Harry snapped and they heard the sound of a door unlock, open and slam closed.

"Harry-"

"Gimme a moment!" Ellen growled lowly. They heard the sound of tires screeching and something hitting the car. "Bloody bastards." Sam couldn't help but chuckle at that.

"He sounds… interesting." He said and Dean and Bobby raised an eyebrow at him. "What? He does!"

"Ellen, where are you?" They looked at the phone again. "I was at the Roadhouse two days ago. It's burned to the ground! I was worried like hell! I tried calling you but your old number is no longer valid!"

"I'm fine. I'm at Bobby Singer's salvage yard. You know how to get here?"

"I remember from when you told me about it. Do you need me to come over?" Ellen snorted.

"How did you guess?"

"Do you ever call?" He asked and Ellen winced a little.

"Sorry. How long do you think it will take you to get here?"

"Give me a few hours. I'm not stopping for anything." Ellen nodded.

"Be careful, Harry."

"Always." And the line broke.

"That didn't sound good." Bobby muttered.

"Just how many demons did we release?" Sam muttered and took a seat on the couch.

"Hundreds." Ellen said and took a seat with a sigh. "We might as well talk about thousands."

"We can't know that." Bobby said and leaned back in his chair. "And we won't find out if we don't get out and start dealing with this."

"This Potter guys seems quite the hunter." Dean muttered and Sam looked at him with his eyebrows touching the line of his hair.

"What?" Dean asked. "You heard the whole thing. I'm just not all that happy with all that magic bull-crap." He said and looked at Ellen.

"Well, you can just deal with it." She said. "He's the only one that will be willing to help us."

"Can you be sure?" Bobby asked and Ellen looked at him.

"He's a good kid. He'll help us." She said in full conviction.

"Well-" Dean said and took a seat beside Sam. "-I guess we'll see about that in a few hours."

Sam jumped awake when loud knocking echoed through the house.

"Easy, Sasquatch." Dean said and put the book he was reading on the tea table.

"That's Harry. I'll go." Ellen said but Bobby grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"We can't know that." He said and took his shotgun. Ellen raised an eyebrow at him.

"Bobby-"

"Wait here." He said and made his way to the front door.

"I hope this works." Sam muttered and stood up. He rubbed his eyes with his hand and went over to Ellen to stand beside her.

"Me too, Sam." She spoke lowly. "Me too."

Bobby walked over to the door carefully. Three strong knocks shook the door and he grunted. He opened them sharply and raised his gun only to gape.

"Bobby Singer?" The guy in front of the door asked in a clear, British accent.

"Harry Potter?" Bobby asked nodded and Harry raised his hands.

"I'm unarmed." Harry said.

"And a wizard." Bobby grunted and Harry raised an eyebrow at him. He flicked his right wrist and what Bobby presumed was Harry's wand all but jumped out of his sleeve and into his hand. Bobby flinched back and steadied his shotgun, but Harry just spun the wand until it was pointed at him and offered it to Bobby slowly. Bobby frowned but accepted it. He looked first at the wand and then at Harry again. Deep emerald eyes gazed at him with slight amusement.

"Christo." Harry said lowly and Bobby raised an eyebrow.

"Fine." He said and took a step to the side. "Get in, kid." He grumbled and Harry chuckled.

"Why, thank you." He said and entered while Bobby just snorted.

"It's taking them long." Dean grumbled and stood up only to stop in his tracks when Bobby and another guy walked into the room, making Dean and Sam tense up.

The guy was almost Dean's height, but he was of a lighter build although he didn't seem weak at all. He carried himself with the awareness of a predator, although, to an untrained eye, he would seem relaxed. His hair was short in the back, but longer at the front, falling into his vivid emerald eyes. He had four parallel scars on his right cheek, going from his ear, down his cheek, catching a corner of his lips and ending in the middle of the right side of his neck. He was dressed in faded jeans, a black wife-beater and a worn out jean-jacket.

He smirked slightly and saluted them with two fingers.

"Ellen. It's good to see you again." He said and Ellen frowned. She walked over to him and looked him over.

"You didn't have that when I last saw you." She said and pointed at the scars on his cheek. Harry chuckled and rubbed his cheek with a small smirk.

"A werewolf thought it would be fun to chop my head off. Good thing he missed by a mile." He said.

"That doesn't look like a mile to me, kid." Bobby said and walked over to the Winchesters. Harry grinned and shrugged.

"I'm alive, aren't I? I'd say he missed!" Dean chuckled.

"I like him." Harry looked first at him and then at Sam.

"Harry Potter." He said.

"Sam." The tallest among them said and smiled at Harry slightly. The raven haired man nodded his head at him and looked at Dean.

"Dean." Harry nodded at him and looked at Ellen.

"I hope you can tell me what in the bloody hell is going on, because all hell is breaking loose out there and I sure hope you at least have some sort of a plan to take those bloody bastards on." He said and Ellen looked at Bobby.

"Why don't you take a seat and we'll talk." Ellen said and Harry snorted.

"Look, luv-" Harry said and the three men tensed up.

No one, and I mean no one, talks to Ellen Harvelle like that.

"I came to Torrington hoping I'd get some sleep and a good piece of pie. I got into the Merlin damned restaurant and just as I was about to dig in I was attacked by a bloody battalion of those goddamn creepers." Ellen chuckled and the three men gapped.

Not only did she forgo the endearment, she chuckled at Harry, who snorted at her and crossed his arms over his chest. Sam squinted in interest when he saw two strange tattoos that went around Harry's wrists. They seemed like two lines of letters Sam has never seen before.

"You got out of there just fine." She said and Harry tch-ed. A nerve pulsated on his temple.

"I got out of there just fine?" He growled. "They scratched my baby!" He snapped. At that moment Dean laughed and Harry shot him a glare.

"Something funny, Winchester?" He snapped and the two frowned.

"We didn't say-"

"Oh please!" Harry interrupted Dean and the hunter glared at him. "Everyone knows about Sam and Dean Winchester. Besides I had I nice run in with your papa two years ago. I'm sad he's gone. I'd have given my wand to have gotten a chance to deck him at least once." He said and the brothers raised eyebrows at him while Bobby snorted and Ellen rolled her eyes.

"What did he do to you?" Bobby asked.

"I have a nice scar from a bullet wound on my shoulder, courtesy of John-Bloody-Winchester. He ran into me dealing with a few vampires and decided I was part of the problem so he thought he'd get rid of me." Bobby snorted and muttered something while Ellen shook her head.

"Typical."

"Hey!" Dean shouted indignantly while Sam just rolled his eyes.

"I agree with Ellen and Bobby." He said and Dean shot him a glare. "What?!" Sam asked and shrugged. "Dad wasn't exactly prone to asking questions. Admit it, if Ellen didn't vouch for Harry you would have shot him if you saw him use his magic." Dean was about to say something but Harry beat him to it.

"This is all nice and dandy, but I'd prefer it if someone finally told me what in the hell is going on." He said and Ellen looked at him.

"Let's all sit down." She said. "It's a long story." Bobby nodded.

"First things first." He said and walked over to his table. He pulled out a flask and a shot glass and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't we go over that?" He muttered but never the less walked over. Bobby filled the shot glass with holy water. Harry grabbed it before Bobby could push it over to him and drank it in one go.

"Can we get to it now?" Harry said after he swallowed and put the shot glass on Bobby's desk.

"Impatient much?" Dean asked. They all visibly relaxed and took their seats.

"I haven't had any sleep in 53 hours, Winchester." Harry said and leaned on Bobby's desk with his arms crossed over his chest. "I had a bunch of demons chase after me like I was their favorite meal and I drove like a maniac to get here as fast as I could. You could say I'm a little annoyed right now." Dean pursed his lips slightly and Harry just looked at Ellen.

"Start from the beginning and don't leave out anything-"

"You'll know if we do." She finished for him and smiled slightly. "I know." The brothers and Bobby exchanged confused glances.

"'Course I will." Harry muttered. "Now start. I'd like to get some sleep tonight."