Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction / Supernatural Fan Fiction ❯ Sammy's a What? ❯ Chapter 4

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Chapter 4

 

“Obviously we both want to be involved in Sam's life and I don't think Sam will let us argue over custody so how are we going to do this? Do you want to settle down Dean? I need to get a new place anyway; the apartment's too small for more one than me on a permanent basis.” Harry said and Dean looked down at Sam.

 

“Sam hated growing up on the road; it's not fair to do it to him again. But....”

 

“But you're not ready to give up hunting?” Harry guessed and Dean looked away, ashamed.

“There's nothing wrong with that Dean.” That made Dean look at Harry in surprise and the Wizard shrugged.

“What you do...you save so many people how could anyone ask you to give that up? But you don't have to always be on the road now; you'll always have a place wherever I decide to get a new place. Sam can stay with me until he's old enough to decide if he wants to hunt but by then you'll be too old to keep hunting anyway.” Harry offered and Dean sighed. The younger male was right, Sam would be better off having a stable home and hunting without Sammy just wouldn't be the same.

 

“Would you mind if I live in the same town? Hunting without Sammy....” Dean trailed off. Ashamed at his weakness. Sam gurgled up at him, clinging to his amulet with one hand and his shirt with the other as if trying to tell him he wasn't alone. He nearly jumped when a gentle hand landed on his shoulder and looked up into eyes greener than his own. Harry sat beside him and reached out to tickle Sam's stomach, making the baby wriggle in Dean's arms.

 

“Dean I'd like you and Sam to share a house with me wherever we end up. Sam needs both his parents; he'll need me to teach him how to control his magic and you to teach him everything you did last time. Not the most conventional family I know but Sam will need both of us, and his uncle Castiel.” Harry finished with a smirk for the confused looking angel and Dean laughed.

 

“I'll get a job somehow, help pay for it all.” Dean started but Harry hushed him.

 

“Dean I'm the last heir to several very old families, trust me on this money is not an issue. As for a job, go ahead if you want, use the money for you and Sam...hang on, I just realised why you look familiar. Did you really kill those people in St Louis?” Harry asked and Dena gasped.

 

“You know about that? No it wasn't me, it was a shape shifter. It just died looking like me. Didn't help when we had to help a guy taking a bank hostage to stop another one of the things.” Dean admitted and Harry nodded.

 

“Are the cops still after you?” He asked and Dean shrugged.

 

“Well I can have the bank take a look and either try to erase the records or give you a new idea, make it your twin brother or something that did it. At least it doesn't matter if Sam had a record since his name's different and he's a baby.” Harry said and Dean nodded, grateful that he wouldn't have to worry about being arrested. He was still waiting for the other shoe to drop, things were simply going too well. He'd found Sam who was now his son and the other father was some sort of magical war hero who was welcoming him into his home with open eyes, there had to be a catch somewhere.

“Any place in particular I should do the house hunting?” He asked and Dean thought about it.

 

“South Dakota, we have a family friend in the area....oh shit I forgot to tell him we found Sam!” Dean began digging through his pockets for his phone while Sam gurgled at him and Harry hid a snicker at his behaviour. Dean finally dug the phone out and dialled Bobby's number.

 

“Hello?” Bobby answered.

 

“Hey Bobby.” Dean greeted and braced himself for the explosion.

 

“Did you find him?” Bobby asked calmly to Dean's surprise.

 

“Yeah. He.....he still knows me Bobby.” When Dean said Bobby's name again Sammy squealed and flailed at the phone.

“You hear him?”

 

“That's Sam?” Bobby asked in awe and Dean grinned.

 

“Yep. He recognised your name. Want to talk to him?” Dean asked and Bobby coughed.

 

“Uh....”

 

“I think he sort of understands some of what we say. Come on Bobby.”

 

“Fine give him the phone.” Bobby agreed and Dean lowered the phone to Sam's ear and the baby squealed again.

“Hey Sam.” The baby squealed again excitedly and Bobby chuckled.

“Good to hear you too kiddo. You be a good boy for Dean and your family okay?” Sam squealed again and Dean moved the phone back to his ear.

“So, you want to tell me what's going on?”

 

“Well.....I'm a Dad?” Dean hesitated and heard Bobby choke on something.

 

“The spell made him Samuel Remus Winchester-Potter. Cas and I found him and his other Dad in the park.”

 

“Wait, other DAD?” Bobby asked and Dean grinned.

 

“Yeah, that'll be fun to explain if asked. He knows about angels and demons and stuff so he wasn't all that surprised when we showed up and he wants us to both raise Sammy.”

 

“And this doesn't sound at all suspicious?” Bobby asked and Dean shrugged despite the fact the older man couldn't see it.

 

“Castiel knew him, well of him since they'd never actually met. And he knew Cas was an angel just by looking at him. He's....gifted and apparently Sam's got that too. He's decided he needs a bigger place and is willing to move states so know of any places near you for sale?” Dean asked nervously, unable to see the small smile that appeared on Bobby's face when he realised Dean wanted to live close by.

 

“One or two, you're welcome to stay here while looking Dean, you know that.”

 

“Yeah, thanks. I'll let you know when we're coming.”

 

“See you soon son.” They hung up and only then did Dean notice that Harry and Castiel had left the room t give him privacy. He looked down and smiled as he saw Sam fighting sleep. He rocked his bro...son gently and hazel eyes slowly drifted shut. He still couldn't wrap his head around, he was a father. Sam was his son...he was glad Sam was alive but a part of him yearned to have his brother back. Would Sam keep his memories as he grew or would his new life overwrite the old? Was it even fair to Sam to want him to remember his old life?

 

“You okay?” A quiet voice asked and Dean looked up to see Harry standing in the doorway. What shocked Dean though was the fact that he could feel a few tears trickling down his face. When had he started crying? Soft footsteps approached and then Harry was kneeling beside him. Gentle hands took Sam and placed the baby in the crib and then Dean was being pulled into a warm embrace. He fought for a second and then sagged against Harry's lighter frame.

“It's alright Dean, just let it out.” Harry whispered as he ran gentle hands over Dean's back and hair, trying to comfort him, something Harry hadn't done since comforting Hermione after Ron's death. Dean's sobs were soundless but shook his entire body as he grieved for Sam. He eventually pulled back and harry let him, looking away as Dean rubbed angrily at his eyes, knowing instinctively that the other man won't appreciate him watching.

“We need to go to my bank in a while, set things up better than I did the other day.” Harry said and Dean shot him a grateful look for his not mentioning Dean's little break down.

 

“Set what up?” Dean asked and Harry smiled.

 

“I had Sam recognised and added as my heir but we'll need to add you too as his other parent. That way you can access funds if you need to or if anything happens to me.”

 

“You don't need to.” Dean started but Harry cut him off.

 

“Yes I do. There are still people out there who want me dead Dean. Sam is my son as well as yours, that makes him my heir and you his sole guardian if anything happens to me, therefore you need to be able to access my accounts in order to care for both of you. Argue all you want, it's still happening.” Harry told him sternly.

 

“We don't need charity!” Dean spat and Harry hid a smile, he'd reacted similarly once.

 

“And I'm not offering it. Family looks after each other and through Sam you are now family Dean. Besides it'll be nice for some of the money to finally be used.” Harry told him calmly and Dean sagged.

“Did you pick a place you want to live?” harry changed the subject.

 

“Bobby said there's some places near him for sale and that we can stay with him till we find somewhere.” Dean said and Harry nodded.

“Hey, where's Cas?”

 

“He said there were some things he needed to do but he'll be back later. We might as well get the bank handled and then pack this place up and put it on the market. Usually I'd just apparated but it's not good for children under eleven so we'll have to call a cab or use your car, whichever you prefer.” Harry explained and Dean nodded, despite not having a clue what apparated meant. He got up and went to the crib, running his fingers through baby curls before heading for the bathroom to clean up. Harry moved over to the crib once he was gone and stared down at his son.

“Your Dad's gonna need you a lot Sam. Don't worry; I won't ever let anyone hurt either of you again.” Harry whispered, bending down to place a gentle kiss on Sam's head before going to have his own shower.

 

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Bobby nearly jumped as suddenly there were people in the room with him. He relaxed when he saw Castiel and Dean. He studied the stranger with them, almost as tall as Dean with messy dark brown, almost black, hair and the greenest eyes he'd ever seen. And in the carrier on the man's chest was a baby. Bobby couldn't take his eyes off the two.

 

“Well I'm guessing you've figured out which one's Sammy. The man carrying him is Harry Potter, his um...other Dad. Harry this is Bobby Singer.”

 

“Pleased to meet you sir.” Harry greeted, extending a hand which Bobby shook automatically. Harry rolled his eyes and gently removed Sam from the carrier before holding him out to the older man. Hazel eyes slowly opened and then Bobby was greeted by a baby grin and a squeal of happiness as small arms reached for him. Bobby took the baby and held him close, staring down at him in awe. It really was Sam.

 

TBC...