Disruptions and Discussions
“Welcome back, Sand Mountain Sam.” Harry commented.
“What just happened?” Sam asked, looking at Harry. “What…”
“Oh, ya know, just a bit of tug’o’war over your soul with the forces of Hell.”
“And this is where you explain yourself.” Dean cut in, voice sharp and accusatory, laced with danger and threats.
“I did say I would.” Harry sniped back. “Everything you two know about me is a truth couched in lies.”
“So, what is true?” Sam grunted out as he stood up.
“That I’m a wizard, Blaise and I are together, and we’re fugitives.” Harry replied, extending a hand. “Harry James Potter, son of James Potter and Lily Potter, nee Evans. Pleased to meet you.”
“Okay, Harry…” Sam started, voice tentative. “What do you mean by ‘tug of war’ over my soul?”
“I have… a sort of inheritance, I suppose, that I’m slowly coming into.” Harry answered, hedging his words. “It allows me a greater degree of control over untethered souls. I can’t take them, or claim them, merely sense them and tether them.”
“And because I wasn’t fully dead yet, you could pull me back?”
“Good enough an explanation as any. Anything else y’all wanna know?”
“We’ll let you know if anything comes up.” Sam said forcefully, giving Dean a look. “Right now, we need to figure out where Jake’s headed.”
“It’s rather simple. Track Azazel’s omens. I find it unlikely that one of his pawns would be abducted without his say.” Blaise commented.
“Azazel?” The trio of Americans asked.
“King of Hell? Loves plotting? Yellow eyes?” Harry asked.
“The bastard’s called Azazel?” Dean asked as Sam asked, “He’s the King of Hell?”
“Did… did none of you try and figure out who you were hunting?” Harry asked.
Getting answers in the negative, Harry groaned as he rubbed his fingers against his temples.
“Darl’ is this how ‘Mione feels whenever I do some stupid shit?”
“Presumably.”
“Suddenly, I understand her chronic headaches.” He muttered to himself. “Okay, so you’ve been trying to kill the King of Hell, and Sam was kidnapped, and is a pawn of Azazel’s. Good chance of this being a plot of his.”
“It was.” Sam replied. “He visited me in a dream, said me and the other ‘special children’ were facing off to be his General for the armies of Hell.”
“Oh, so we’re looking for a Hell Gate!”
“How’d you get that idea?” Bobby asked, still slightly out of breath from trying to chase down the attacker.
“Well, can’t be a General without an army to command, and there ain’t much of an army up here.”
With that determined, it was simple enough for Harry to pop Bobby, Dean, and Sam back to the Salvage Yard, and to give a parting word to let him know when they found something before he and Blaise went back to their motel room.
Just as they were drifting off to sleep, Harry suddenly woke up in his dreams, looking at a middle-aged man, with light stubble and poorly maintained, messy, curly hair.
“You know, you’ve really messed things up.” The stranger commented.
Getting up, Harry looked at the stranger warily.
“Definitely not a demon.” Harry commented, not feeling the hackle-raising taint that rolled off of them like a miasma. “But definitely not human.”
“How very perceptive.” The man commented dryly. “Let’s see if you can guess what I am, then.”
“Well, I’m asleep right now, so Hypnos or Morpheus would be possibilities, but they have consistent forms that you don’t match.” Harry commented, reaching out to feel the stranger with his magic. “Oh, you feel very similar to Gabe. Can’t be Michael, it’s not the apocalypse, not demanding enough to be Raphael, Lucifer is still in Hell, I know what Gabe looks like.”
Looking at the stranger, Harry leaned against the counter in the motel room.
“Oh Father Almighty?”
“Well, you’re certainly intelligent.” God responded. “Now, do you understand just how much you’ve set my plans back?”
“What, ‘cus I didn’t let Sam die?”
“YES!” God yelled. “He was meant to die, and then Dean would sell his soul! Do you have any idea of how much I’m having to rearrange? I can’t even kill him myself, because of the Free Will clause!”
“Oh boohoo, your entertainment was ruined.” Harry mocked. “I really don’t care.”
“Oh no, it wasn’t ruined, just this specific set of plans. I’ll just have to arrange a few other dominoes. The Free Will clause just means I can’t force humans to do things.”
“That’s… ominous.”
“Good. Sleep well, Potter.”