Hell's Half Acre (hells_half_acre) wrote,
Hell's Half Acre

Fic: Vile Violent Vacations 5/30 (SPN/HP) PG-13, Gen

Title: Vile Violent Vacations 5/30
Author: hells_half_acre 
Fandoms: Harry Potter, Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Genre: Gen
Warnings: Spoilers for all Harry Potter books, spoilers for Supernatural until 5x10.
Disclaimer:  This is a transformative work of fiction for entertainment purposes only.
AN: Sequel to Damned Demented Demons and Bobby and Hermione - An Epistolary Fic . Updates every Wednesday (PST).

Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

Summary: In which Hermione's ability to answer questions is not a good thing

A half hour later, and Dean suddenly cut himself off mid-sentence and turned his attention towards the other side of the room a half-second before Albus started crying. Harry was halfway out of his seat, when Albus ran over to him on his own.

“What happened?” Harry asked swooping Albus up onto his lap, but Albus was sobbing too hard to form intelligible words.

“James hit him,” Dean said. Albus nodded and stared at Dean with large sad eyes.

“James!” Harry called, but when he looked over and saw James’ guilty, yet slight confused face, he remembered the muffling charm. He sighed and stood, intending to pass Albus off to Ginny, so he could go talk to James, but realized that Ginny had slipped off to the kitchen again. Before he could figure out what to do, Albus weight was lifted out of his arms.

“Thanks,” Harry said quickly, and walked over to James. James now had large watery-eyes of his own, knowing full well that he wasn’t supposed to hit his brother. Rose looked eager to tell her Uncle Harry exactly what had happened – she loved telling on her cousins a little too much. Harry gave her a smile, but was sure to only address James when he asked questions. After James was finished defending himself poorly, Harry confiscated the train they had once again been arguing over and reminded James to use his words not his fists. He left James pouting about the train and Rose trying to cheer him up by declaring that now they could play with her dolls.

It wasn’t until Harry was walking back across the room to rejoin the adults that he realized it had been Dean who had taken Albus out of his arms before. Now Dean sat with Albus on his lap, right arm wrapped around him and head bent low. Albus’s face was still blotchy, but his eyes were dry and he was smiling. Albus, who usually shied away from strangers, looked perfectly content and comfortable, giggling occasionally at whatever story Dean was whispering into his ear.

“...and then I put Nair in Sammy’s shampoo...that’s like a...potion...that makes your hair fall out,” Dean was saying. Harry’s eyes flicked over to Sam. Harry doubted that there was anything in the incident reports that would cause Sam to bite his lip and roll his eyes that much, so there was little doubt Sam was listening.

“...and that’s when our Dad made us stop, so I won the prank war,” Dean continued, which earned a huff and a shake of the head from Sam. “Even though I totally won the prank war, it didn’t mean that I didn’t still care about him or that I wouldn’t beat up anyone who hurt him. And sometimes I still hit him when he’s being a little bi...t annoying, but it usually just hurts my hand, because Sammy is built like a brick wall.”

“Touching,” Sam deadpanned.

“My point is,” Dean said a little louder now. “James still loves you. Now why don’t you go over there and rescue him. I think your cousin is making him play with dolls.”

“I like dolls,” Albus said, smiling and looking across the room towards his brother.

“And there’s nothing wrong with that,” Dean declared without missing a beat. “Now go over there and torture your poor older brother.”

Albus laughed and slipped off of Dean’s lap. Harry snagged him as he went to walk by, wanting to make sure he was alright, since he didn’t know how hard or where James had hit him.

“Hey shorty, are you ok?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Albus said with an exaggerated eye-roll, “I’m fine.”

“Ok, just asking,” Harry muttered and let Albus go. “I thought they weren’t supposed to treat me like an idiot until they were teenagers,” Harry muttered once Albus had run off to rejoin his brother.

“Dude,” Dean said with a laugh, “I think Sam’s first words were chosen to give our dad lip.”

“My first word was ‘car’, Dean,” Sam said.

“The kid really is fine, Harry. Just had his feelings hurt,” Dean said, ignoring Sam completely.

“Ok, well, thanks for cheering him up,” Harry replied. “So, any luck yet with the reports?”

“Not really,” Dean answered, “we’ll probably have to do a bit more leg work.”

“All the ghosts were Muggle ghosts,” Sam said, “you haven’t had any trouble with Wizard ghosts?”

“Well, no, like I said before, Wizard ghosts are different. They don’t become violent and they aren’t dangerous,” Harry answered.

“But that’s also what you thought about ghouls,” Sam threw back.

“One ghoul going bad, doesn’t mean everything we know is wrong,” Ron answered. “It’s special circumstances.”

“The theory that it’s due to the apocalypse?” Dean asked.

“Well, yeah,” Ron replied.

“Well, even if that theory is true...which, I don’t think it is, but I suppose it’s a remote possibility. What’s to say that the next thing to go bad won’t be a wizard ghost?”

Harry watched as Ron opened his mouth to argue and then snapped it shut again.

“Fair point,” Hermione said into the silence, “but it’s been months and none of them have. You’d think if they were going to, they would have by now.”

“Which is why I don’t think the ghoul attacking your mother is because of the apocalypse either,” Dean concluded. “After years of living above a child’s bedroom – easy fuckin’ prey - and then several months of staying passive after Lucifer got loose, why did it choose to attack when it did? Something else had to have provoked it - something more immediate. ”

“It’s the same with the ghosts,” Sam said. “Did you check the neighbourhood, see if there were other people with similar ghost problems?”

“Well, no,” Harry said. “I mean, I think in every case it was a predominantly Muggle neighbourhood, they wouldn’t have known to report it to us. They don’t even know we exist.”

“Civilians don’t know we exist either,” Dean said, “but we know they do, and we can find a problem without them having to report it.”

“Usually there has to be at least one fatality that makes the news, in order for us to find a case,” Sam added, then picked up Natasha Jones’ incident report. “But it looks like if civilians were affected to, it’d be pretty easy to find out.”

“Of course,” Harry said. “So, you’ll need the Muggle newspapers for the past few months?”

“What I need,” Sam said with a pleading look, “is a wireless connection and a place to use my laptop.”

“Aww, Sammy, sick of researching the old way already?” Dean said. “You used to love the make-the-connection game as a kid.”

“I liked it better than sparring, that hardly implies love,” Sam replied with a roll of his eyes.

“I’ve got a computer in the garden shed,” Harry said. “It’s connected to the internet. Would that be alright?”

“Whatever I can get, man,” Sam said with a relieved smile.

“Well, we should be off,” Hermione declared, rising. “It’s so nice having you two here. We’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?”

“Yeah,” Dean said, standing as well.

“Brilliant,” Ron smiled, then waved his wand to get rid of the muffling charm. He called to Rose that it was time to go, but she responded with an adamant “no!” so Ron sighed and walked over to hopefully extract her from her cousins without anyone throwing a tantrum.

“Oh, hey, Hermione?” Dean asked, before Hermione could move to join Ron. “Harry mentioned that you read about the first seal in a book. Do you happen to remember what the book was called? I know it’s old news now, but nothing we have mentions it, so I was thinking there might be other useful information in whatever book you found it in.”

“Oh,” Hermione said, and Harry felt his breath catch. He didn’t even have time to think ‘Hermione, no!’ before she continued, “I don’t think I remember, but Castiel would know.”

“Cas?” Dean asked. Harry’s heart lurched, and his eyes flew to where Ron was crouched on the other side of the room out of reflex. Harry wasn’t sure how Ron knew, but in that second Ron’s gaze shifted from a stubborn Rose over to Harry, and in the next instant he was standing and moving back towards the Winchesters with a deceptively calm expression on his face.

“Yes,” Hermione continued much to Harry’s dismay, “He’s the one that found it. It was in the library at Veracruz. Maybe it’s not available to Muggles, but I’m sure if you knew the title you’d-“

“Veracruz?” Dean asked. Now even Hermione could hear the hard edge to his voice. Sam was still sitting, but his hands were now braced against the furniture, his body ready to stand and move at a moment’s notice. Harry wasn’t sure how this was going to go.

“The...the wizard library at Veracruz” Hermione answered quietly. “Castiel...found me the book, when...”

“You knew then?” Dean asked. “Those days we spent in that farm house. You knew the whole time?”

“We didn’t know if you knew or not,” Harry threw in, then tried not to flinch when Dean turned his focus to Harry. At least his sole attention wasn’t on Hermione any more.

“You didn’t think to ask?” Dean replied incredulously.

“We...” Hermione said. Ron shifted on his feet just behind Dean. Harry could see the wand in Ron’s hand held loose and ready at his side. “...if you didn’t know...we didn’t know if we could...how could we possibly tell you that?”

“Did it not occur to you,” Dean grit out, “that maybe it would have been better to hear it from friends, instead of-“ Dean cut himself off and turned on the spot, taking one step towards the door and nearly running right into Ron.

“Did you know too?” Dean asked Ron, “that whole time at the farmhouse?”

“No,” Ron said, wide-eyed, wary, but genuinely innocent. “She didn’t tell me ‘til after you left. I swear I didn’t know until you were gone.”

“Hm,” Dean said, and then shouldered passed Ron and towards the front door. “I need some air,” he continued, voice angry and low, “don’t wait up.”

The slam of the heavy front door caused two things to happen. First, both Hugo and Lily burst into tears on the other side of the room, and secondly Ginny came running out of the kitchen with her wand drawn.

She came to a stop in the open archway into the room, and Harry could see her eyes count the people in the room before she tucked her wand back into her pocket and walked over towards Lily. Ron followed her to tend to Hugo. James, Albus, and Rose were sitting wide-eyed in the corner, dolls and toys forgotten on the floor in front of them. Harry wished they had left the muffling charm up, though he knew that the children would probably be able to sense the tension in the room anyway. Hermione looked devastated.

Sam stood slowly, and Harry heard Hermione gasp and turn to him. He wondered how many of them had forgotten Sam was in the room.

“Sam,” Hermione said. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s alright,” Sam said gently. “He’ll be alright.” Sam made sure to catch Ron’s eye as he came back over bouncing Hugo in his arms, and then Sam glanced at Harry too. “Thanks for not attacking him. He was just angry. He wouldn’t have hurt her.”

“We wouldn’t have-” Harry started to say.

“If you had done that freezing thing, you’d have only made things worse,” Sam explained, as if he knew Harry was about to reassure him that they wouldn’t have hurt Dean either.

Sam looked towards the window then. Ginny was standing there making shushing noises at Lily.

“The car?” Sam asked.

“Still there,” Ginny answered. “Wherever he’s gone, it’s on foot.”

“Good,” Sam said.

“Sam,” Hermione said tentatively into the awkward silence. “How did he find out? Who was it that told him in the end?”

Sam grimaced, and gave Hermione a sympathetic look. Harry knew that whatever the answer was, Sam knew she would wish she hadn’t asked.

“Tell me,” Hermione demanded, jaw clenched in a familiar way.

“Alistair told him,” Sam said.

“And who-” Hermione started.

“The demon that broke him,” Sam answered, before she could finish the question. Hermione hand flew to her mouth and her eyes widened. Harry felt his heart lurch in his chest. “He told him, and then he beat Dean to pulp. And I made a lot of mistakes last year, a lot of goddamn mistakes – but it felt good to kill that son of a bitch with my bare hands, and I do not regret it. Not in the least.”

Sam’s voice had risen while he talked, until by the end his words were clipped and stern, his jaw clenched and his eyes watery. Harry nodded at Sam numbly.

“Ok, Sam,” Harry said.

“Ok,” Sam echoed, as though they had reached some important understanding.

“Should someone go after him?” Ron asked. “I mean, he doesn’t know London.”

“Don’t worry,” Sam answered with a small smile. “Dean always remembers the way back to the car. He won’t get lost.”

“If you’re sure,” Ron said. “I could always do a quick tracking spell and find him.”

“A what?” Sam asked.

“Auror trick, if someone just left a place, you can track them,” Ron explained, shifting Hugo on his hip, so that he could draw out his wand.

“I’ll show you,” Ron held his wand in front of him, and muttered the Latin for the standard tracking spell. He let go of his wand as it began to hover in the air in front of him, then quickly intercepted Hugo’s baby hands as he tried to reach for it. Harry knew Sam had seen this before, since Harry had used it the previous year to follow his Auror team with the Winchesters. Instead of pointing to Dean like a compass would point to magnetic north, the wand spun lazily in circles, never resting.

“Um, that’s strange” Ron said, “should’ve found him by now.”

“Try tracking me,” Sam said.

Ron snatched his wand out of the air and said the spell again, this time for Sam. Only even though they could all see Sam standing right there, the wand just spun in lazy circles as though Sam Winchester didn’t exist.

“How...why?” Ron asked, a little befuddled.

“Apparently Enochian works on magic too,” Sam said, now openly pleased, a hand splayed out across his chest. “Dean and I are both invisible to the eyes of Heaven...and apparently Wizards. Cas tattooed our ribs...well, carved into them, more like.”

“Enochian...” Hermione mumbled, and Harry could tell that her mind was already going a mile a minute with possible books to read.

“Wow,” Ron said dumbly, then picked his spinning wand out of the air. “I guess uh, Dean’s on his own then.”

“Do you think we should stay in case he comes back? Or leave?” Hermione said, her mind once again shifting to the immediate problem. “Do you think he’ll not want to ever see us again? Should we not come over tomorrow? Oh dear.”

“I’ll talk to him when he gets back,” Sam said. “You couldn’t have known.”

“Alright, just let us know if we should make ourselves scarce,” Ron told Sam, but Harry could see his disappointment at the possibility. Ron had been looking forward to seeing Dean again ever since Harry had arranged the visit.

Hermione and Ron gathered up the kids and went home. Sam watched in fascination as they used the floo powder and disappeared in the green flame.

“Dean’s going to be gone for a couple of hours,” Sam told Harry and Ginny. “Do y’all mind if I get some sleep while he’s out?”

“What about supper?” Ginny asked.

“I’m not hungry, and I haven’t slept in two days,” Sam said, and Harry watched in concern as Sam seemed to let go of the force of will that was keeping him conscious. “I haven’t slept in a bed for even longer. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that bed upstairs since you showed it to me.”

“Bloody hell, Sam,” Harry said, “why didn’t you two say something? You didn’t have to stay awake all afternoon for us.”

Sam levelled Harry with a look as though he should already know the answer to his question.

“I try to sleep while he drives,” Sam said by way of an answer.

“Oh,” Harry replied.

“I’ll make up two plates, and put them in the fridge, in case you wake hungry later, or if Dean doesn’t eat while he’s out,” Ginny said. “You’ll...have to eat it cold though.”

“Don’t go to any trouble,” Sam said, but Harry could see him glance at the stove curiously. Harry knew he’d have to explain at some point that Wizard houses weren’t hooked up to electricity or gas, but he didn’t think now was the time. Thankfully he had charmed the lights in the house to work on switches, mostly just because that was what he was used to. It was a hell of a lot easier to find a switch when you were half asleep than it was to remember you were a wizard.

“It’s no trouble,” Ginny said. “You have a good sleep. We’ll try to keep the boys quiet.”

“Thanks, but don’t worry about your kids,” Sam smiled. “I’ve been in some pretty crappy motels. I’m a sound sleeper when I know I’m safe.”

“Alright, sleep well, Sam,” Harry said, not hiding his smile at Sam’s choice of words.

Sam gave them a wave and exited the kitchen, dodging Albus and James as they came running around the corner yelling at each other again. Ginny was already shushing them and telling them that Sam was trying to sleep before Sam even had time to make it up the stairs.

After distracting the boys with a package of crayons and some scrap parchment. Harry jumped up to sit on the kitchen counter, while Ginny debated what to make for dinner.

“Not going exactly as well as you hoped, is it?” Ginny said casually.

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Harry considered. “Sam’s getting some rest, and Dean’s out exploring London. Technically those are things people do when on vacation.”

“It’s why I love you,” Ginny said, laughing. “You’ve always been such an optimist.”

Chapter 6
Tags: crossover, demented'verse, fic, harry potter, season 5

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