Viator

Harry and Blaise had just finished up a case about a rogue dryad when Harry felt his phone vibrate. Digging it out of his pocket, he flipped it open.

“Fuck.”

“What is it meraviglia?”

“I just got a message from Dean. Apparently Sam’s missing. Has been for a few days now. He wants to meet up but wants to do it alone.”

“Well then. I suppose it has been a while since I saw Mother. Would you mind dropping me off before you help the Winchesters?”

“’Course.”

As soon as he popped back from Italy, Harry pulled up his messages.

James Evans: Send me a photo of where you are. I’ll be there ASAP.

As soon as the image loaded, Harry appeared under a bridge, next to the Impala, managing to startle Dean.

“Jesus Christ!”

“James, actually.” Harry quipped dryly. “Have you checked whether Bobby or Ellen have seen him?”

“You know Bobby and Ellen?”

“Not important Winchester! Have you checked?”

“Of course!” Dean answered, sounding frantic. “They haven’t heard from him. Took me forever to get into Sammy’s laptop so I could get your number.”

“Fuck.” Harry muttered. “There’s damn near nothing that could hide a Hunter from those two. I’m gonna have to do blood magic.”

“What?” Dean asked, sounding alarmed.

“Blood magic. It’s great at finding direct blood relatives, which Sam only has one of. You.” Harry said, pulling his athame out of his satchel. “Give me your hand.”

Trepidation clear on his face, Dean thrust his hand out at Harry, face blank as Harry sliced the length of his palm, forcing him to squeeze his hand into a fist. After he collected the blood in a vial, he healed Dean’s hand and pulled out a bottle from his bag.

Dean looked on in morbid curiosity as Harry sprinkled various powders and herbs into the potion base, before finally dumping the blood in the vial.

“Well.” Harry said, shaking the bottle, mixing the ingredients together. “This is going to be unpleasant.”

As soon as he stopped shaking the bottle, Harry uncorked it and downed the potion in one. Ignoring Dean’s fake retch, Harry swallowed it, getting an image of a motel in his mind.

“He’s in Twin Lakes.” Harry said, grabbing hold of Dean’s arm and putting a hand on the hood of the Impala, popping into an out-of-the-way spot in the parking lot.

As he and Dean walked up to the motel, Harry snapped his fingers, casting a disillusionment charm.

“Wait, where’d you go?”

“I’m invisible, Dean. I have a bad feeling about this. You distract him when we go in.”

The moment they walked into the motel room, Dean immediately began talking to a blood-drenched Sam. Harry, however, immediately felt his hair stand on end. Snapping his fingers again, Harry dispelled the disillusionment at the same time as he conjured a devil trap underneath Sam.

“Dean, get back. Now.”

“What? Why?”

Not wanting to deal with having to explain things, Harry summoned him by his jacket.

“So. Who is it that’s in there then?” Harry asked.

“Wh-what?” Sam asked, sounding tired and confused. “What are you on about James?”

“If you don’t know what I’m talking about, why don’t you try and hug Dean?” Harry asked, shooting a leg-locker at Dean to stop him from moving forward.

When he slammed into an invisible wall, Sam’s face lost all of the fake confusion on it.

“So. Who are you?”

“What’s going on?”

“He’s possessed, Dean. I conjured a invisible devil's trap around him.”

“I should have known you would get involved.” Sam’s body said. “You just can’t keep your nose out of business that isn’t yours, can you Potter? Or is it Evans? O’Callahan? MacArthur?”

“Potter?”

“Not. Important. Dean.” Harry said. “So you’ve heard of me, that doesn't mean jack shit. You still haven’t said who you are.”

“I’m surprised that disappointment of a sack of flesh hasn’t recognized me yet.” The demon chuckled. “He’s the one that sent me back to that prison.”

“Meg?” Dean asked, sounding affronted.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘prison’?”

“You didn’t think we like being in the Pit, did you?” Meg asked, head turning to watch Harry as rifled through the drawers and cupboards. “That we liked being surrounded by walls of meat and blood and fear?”

“Oh, not at all, I was just letting you talk so I could take a look around, try and find out what you’re up to. Ya know, work out how this ties into Azazel’s plan.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass about Azazel’s plan anymore!” Meg yelled, gesticulating as she did.

“Why haven’t we exorcized her yet?” Dean demanded.

“Because I had my suspicions. Which were confirmed just now.”

“Which were what?” Dean asked, still sounding angry.

“Well, Azazel’s dear daughter over here has quite a bit of talent when it comes to magic. Mostly when it comes to spirit manipulation. “ Harry said, turning to face Meg. “But she’s also pretty good at binding sigils.”

“What?”

“She’s branded Sam with a demonic binding sigil. Luckily, like most spell work, it’ll only hold so long as it’s in tact.” Harry said, casting a Full Body-Bind at Sam’s body.

After that, it was as simple as slicing across the sigil and exorcising Sam.

“Welcome back to the land of the living Paul Bunyan.”

“Why’d that bitch call you Potter?”

“It doesn’t matter, Dean. Let it go.

“I dunno, I think it does. I trusted you enough to help find my brother, but apparently you can’t be assed enough to trust us with your fucken’ name.”

“It’s not a trust thing, Dean. Even if it were, I trusted you enough to think you wouldn’t kill me for being a wizard, even knowing what I do about how John raised you. It’s a safety thing.”

“Yeah? How?” Dean scoffed.

“Because I’m a wanted fugitive. But unlike you, I’m wanted by a government that has the ability to peel off your skin with two words and a swish of their wrist.” Seeing Dean’s face, he continued. “Wow turns out magic societies aren’t all sunshine and rainbows being shat out your back end. So no, I’m not just going to give every average schmuck my real name.”

Ignoring Dean, Harry turned to Sam.

“You remember why you’re covered in blood?”

“I- I think I killed someone?”

“You remember the address?”

After getting the address from Sam, Harry popped in front of the house and broke in. Healing the man up took a while, but he managed to get him stable and explained that Sam had been possessed before calling an ambulance.

“Well, you didn’t kill him.” Harry said, popping back. “He was pissed but I managed to explain it all. He should be on his way to a hospital now.”

“Th-thanks.” Sam said, looking confused. “Not that I’m upset about it, but why are you here?”

“Tweedle-Dum over there.” Harry said, jabbing a thumb in Dean’s direction. “He called when he managed to get into your laptop.”

“How much do you want?”

“Oh no, this one’s pro bono. Because I like you. Maybe try and get it through your brother’s head that I don’t have to tell him everything.” Harry said as a parting remark.