New Cover Art for “A Love to Beat the Darness Back”

 

I just made this cover art for my fic… i have wanted to try it, but haven’t beforte now. I am new to the genre, so be gentle… What do you think?

A Love to Beat the Darkness Back – Chapter 6

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.
Rating: Light R for language.

 

 

Chapter 6

 

 

It was early in the morning and the sun was not even up yet as Harry lay curled up snugly against Dean’s side with Sam spooned against his back. Trying to ignore the slight nauseated feeling in his stomach, he debated whether or not the pressure on his bladder was worth leaving the warm nest he was currently in. After a minute or two he gave up and wiggled carefully away from his lovers and walked across the dark motel room to the bathroom.

 

 

Once in the bathroom, he relieved himself and then washed his hands. Shivering, he turned quickly to get back to the warm cocoon waiting for him; his stomach protested the sudden movement and heaved. Harry spun around and leaned over the toilet just as his dinner came up. For the next few minutes he knelt at the toilet while his last few meals showed a sudden reappearance. When he felt well enough to move away from the bowl, he rinsed his mouth out and quietly made his way back to the bed grossing over the fact that he seemed to be coming down with something.

 

 

For the next few days, Harry repeated the same morning ritual, a sudden dash to the bathroom at a bad smell or movement, followed by a few minutes throwing up and then returning to sleep for a few more hours. A couple times during the day he would react the same way, but it usually wasn’t as bad as in the morning. Trying to avoid throwing up more he avoided strongly flavored foods and drinks. He didn’t say anything to Sam and Dean, not thinking it was anything more than a bug he had caught.

 

 

On the fourth morning Sam woke up to the faint sound of Harry vomiting in the bathroom. It was still early, just after sunrise and the room was still fairly dark. He was just about to get up to see if Harry needed him, when he heard the facet start and a small splashing of water. The bathroom door opened and Harry slowly walked out, holding his stomach with a grimace on his face.

 

 

“Baby, you alright?” Sam asked as Harry walked to the bed.

 

 

“Yeah, must a bug or something… my stomach’s a little queasy, that’s all.” Harry said softly as he crawled back into the bed. He snuggled up to Sam’s side and rested his head on Sam’s shoulder.

 

 

Moving his hand to Harry’s stomach, he silently rubbed small circles against Harry’s stomach like Dean used to do for him when he was little. Harry smiled and moved closer to Sam’s large frame, nearly purring in bliss. Soon the two fell back to sleep for a few more hours, needing the rest after the hunt the night before.

 

 

The next time Harry opened his eyes he felt a hand running through his hair. Looking up he saw Dean beside the bed. “Wha’?”

 

 

“I’m gonna’ go get breakfast, want anything special? I was thinkin’ breakfast burritos… there’s this little place down the road that makes them. Sammy and me had some last time we were passing through. They pack those things with chorizo, salsa, eggs and cheese and few other things… they’re pretty good. Want that?”

 

 

“Nuh uh…” Harry moaned as his stomach turned at the mention of the food. Jumping out of bed, Harry barely made it to the toilet before he threw up what was left in his stomach. Groaning at the foul taste in his mouth, he hugged the bowl as another wave hit him. Nothing but bile was left and his body twitched with every dry heave induced. He felt a hand rubbing his back as another pulled the hair from his face. He smelt the subtle scent of Dean’s aftershave and pushed his face back into the porcelain bowl with a groan.

 

 

When the urge to throw up passed, he leaned back against Dean’s chest and felt arms wrap around him. Sam had come in while Harry’s head was still in the bowl and now knelt down beside him and wiped his face gently with a damp rag.

 

 

“Uggghh…” Harry groaned as the cool wet cloth wiped the sweat and bile from his face.

 

 

“Better now?” Dean asked into his ear. He had begun rubbing circles into Harry’s belly and humming softly to his sick lover.

 

 

Harry nodded.

 

 

“How long have you been sick?” Sam questioned as he stood up and turned to the sink.

 

 

“Not long, a few days, but it’s not that bad. I get sick for a little while in the morning, but I’m fine for the rest of the day if I don’t eat anything heavy or spiced.” Harry said with a small shrug.

 

 

“Why don’t we stay here for a few days, so you can get over this flu or whatever it is…” Sam mused as he washed the cloth in the sink and returned to cooling off Harry’s flushed face. “It’s not good for you to be hunting while you’re sick.”

 

 

“But you wanted to take care of that haunting in Memphis…” Harry said with a shake of his head. “I’ll be fine…”

 

 

“No, you need to rest. Sammy, call Bobby and tell him about the job and see if he can find someone else to do it.” Dean put in; he had a concerned look on his face and spoke in a no-nonsense tone of voice.

 

 

“Okay, fine, but you’re overreacting; it isn’t that bad…” Harry groused as he stood up and washed his mouth out. Stumbling back to the bed, he groaned as he flopped down onto the bed. He absolutely hated being sick.

 

 

Within a few hours Harry was feeling better, if not a little tired, but Sam and Dean made him stay in bed for the rest of the day just in case. The next morning Harry found himself running to the toilet, his body threatening to vomit his meal from the previous night. Again, Sam and Dean held him while he threw up into the bowl, while Harry mentally hoped that whatever virus he caught would finish its cycle soon.

 

 

Several days later, Harry was still not over the bug and Sam was a getting a little worried. “Baby, is there a spell or something that you can do to see what’s wrong?”

 

 

“Sam its fine, it just a virus, that’s it.” Harry argued as he washed his mouth out after his morning worship of the bathroom’s porcelain bowl.

 

 

“Please Harry; it would make me feel better to know it’s just a bug.”

 

 

“Yeah, okay.” Harry murmured as he grabbed his wand from the nightstand and performed a standard health check on himself. The results at first confused him. It labeled him as fairly health, save a slight iron deficiency. No virus, nothing… and then he saw one tiny little word that made his head spin.

 

 

“So what’s wrong?” Dean asked, his voice sounding far away as if travelling through a wind tunnel.

 

 

Fetus… he mouthed the word while he read it, trying to make sense on exactly why that word would be in a male heath check spell and then a vague memory popped into his head. It had been during third year and Harry had only been paying half attention while Professor Binns droned on about the rare male pregnancy in the wizarding world. The last recorded case had been Merlin himself. He had only one child in his life and he had given birth to it. The professor said only the most powerful wizards were capable of conceiving a child.

 

 

“Baby what is it? …Harry?” Sam’s voice grew more insistent and worried as he spoke. “Harry?!”

 

 

When Harry accepted that his eyes were seeing it correctly and his mind wasn’t playing tricks on him, he did what any normal male faced with the realization that they were pregnant would do, he promptly fainted.

 

 

“Harry!” yelled Dean as his saw his young lover slump over and began to fall to the floor as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. Running over to him with Sam just a step behind, he caught Harry just before he hit the floor. Cradling Harry in his arms he shook him lightly trying to wake him up. “Harry?… Harry?… Damn it baby, wake up!”

 

 

Sam crouched down beside them and checked Harry’s pulse. “He’s still breathing.” Sam tried to keep himself from panicking, but wasn’t haven’t much luck. When Harry slowly opened his eyes and gave a sleepy smile at Sam and Dean, Sam breathed his first real breath since Harry fell.

 

 

“Baby, are you okay?” Sam whispered as he ran a hand through Harry’s hair, trying to comfort himself as well as Harry.

 

 

Harry nodded absently, a confused, but peaceful look on his face and then he was abruptly shoved from that peaceful place when that word came back into his head… Fetus. His eyes widened impossibly as he remembered reading the health check spell and the memory of rare male pregnancies. “Oh god…” Harry moaned as he stumbled out of Dean’s arms and to the bathroom, throwing up for the fourth time that day.

 

 

“Harry what’s wrong… whatever it is we can deal with it!” Sam asked nervously as he wrapped his arms around Harry from behind. “Is it really bad?”

 

 

Shaking his head, Harry felt an insane chuckle break from his lips. “It’ll only last for about nine months give or take…”

 

 

“Nine months? What is it, like some weird nine month flu? Is it something only wizards get?” Dean questioned with a frown.

 

 

Harry had no idea how to answer the question…

 

 

He was pregnant. There was a baby growing inside of him at that very moment. Their baby. It was all surreal and Harry couldn’t help but feel like he should have seen this coming. He was a ridiculously powerful wizard, a gay wizard who liked to bottom exclusively and he was Harry Potter… fate’s favorite punching bag.

 

 

He had thought about having children, in an abstract imaginary sort of way though… maybe when the war was over, maybe when he found somebody to spend his life with, maybe when he, Sam and Dean settled down… but never in those fleeting thoughts had he imagined actually having those children himself. How would he even have them?

 

 

And what about Sam and Dean… did they want to be fathers? Would they freak out when Harry told them he was pregnant?

 

 

“Harry, you’re scaring me… please, just tell us what’s wrong.” Sam’s voice interrupted his thoughts and Harry saw identical concerned expressions in front of him and he knew he needed to say it before he lost his nerve.

 

 

“I… I’m pregnant…” Harry whispered. Biting his bottom lip nervously he waited for their reactions.

 

 

“What?” Dean asked with a confused expression on his face. He must have heard Harry wrong… he couldn’t be pregnant, he was a man!

 

 

Sam sat down heavily on the tile floor below him and stared quietly at Harry. Pregnant? How was that even possible? Harry must have meant something else or there was something wrong with his wand… that had to be it.

 

 

“I’m pregnant.”Harry repeated, his voice a little stronger the second time he said it. “It… it’s not common in wizards, there have only been about six recorded cases in all. The last one was hundreds of years ago…”

 

 

“How?” Sam asked hoarsely.

 

 

“I don’t know… it has to do with a wizard’s power level. Only the most powerful wizards have ever become pregnant. I don’t know much about it because there really isn’t much information on male pregnancies…” Harry turned away and took a few deep breaths and then turned back. “I’m sorry; I didn’t even remember it was possible until I saw the spell… I only heard about it once during a class at Hogwarts and I wasn’t paying much attention anyways.”

 

 

Taking a few calming breaths, then Sam caught Dean’s eyes and they had a silent conversation in a second. Sam could see that Dean was a little freaked out, neither of them had given serious thought to children… their lives as hunters wasn’t one they would ever willingly chosen for a child to grow up in. However, there was a baby now and no matter what, it was their child and they wanted it.

 

 

They both moved closer to Harry and each wrapped around him, cocooning him in their arms.

 

 

“It’s not your fault… like you said it has only happened six times in what, three or four thousand years. I think the odds of you getting pregnant weren’t very high.” Sam said softly.

 

 

“But I’m really powerful, more so then any other wizard in recorded history… I should have known it would happen to me…”Harry tried to explain.

 

 

“No matter what, you’re pregnant now and we can take care of it.” Dean reassured him.

 

 

Harry flinched at the words and tried not to back up away from Dean. “I want the baby… I don’t want to get rid of it!” Harry hissed.

 

 

“What?! NO!” Dean shouted, shaking his head and cupping Harry’s face in his hands. “I didn’t mean it like that baby… I just meant that even if we didn’t plan for the baby we can handle it. We want the baby just as much as you do.”

 

 

“Harry what Dean means is that as hunters we really never thought we would be parents… the life is too dangerous to raise a kid in, were proof of that. I love dad and I know he was the best father he could be, but we didn’t really have childhoods and we wouldn’t have wanted that for any children of ours.” Sam said, rubbing Harry’s back and murmuring into his hair. “But now that we have a baby on the way, we’ll adapt… Hunting is out of the question for you obviously, but we’ll have to think about what we want to do after the baby comes…”

 

 

“Okay.” Harry nodded. Sam stood up and filled a cup with water for Harry. Once Harry had washed his mouth out, he smiled when Sam lifted him up from Dean’s arms. “Sam, just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m incapable of walking.”

 

 

“I know, just humor me.” He said as he carried Harry bridal style into the room and over to the bed with Dean following just behind them. Laying him down on the bed, Sam lay down on his stomach half way down the bed with his legs hanging off of it. He reverently placed a hand on Harry’s belly and smiled. “I can’t believe there’s a baby in there…”

 

 

Dean sat Indian style on the bed on the other side of Harry and watched Sam touch Harry’s stomach. He felt a warm tingly sensation at the thought of being a father and couldn’t stop grinning. “How long have you been pregnant?”

 

 

“I didn’t see that on the spell… Dean hand me my wand.” Harry asked with a smirk. He liked the stupid “proud expectant father” expression on Dean’s face. When Dean handed him the wand Harry performed the spell again and looked it over completely. “It says I am eleven weeks pregnant, healthy except for a little iron deficiency.”

 

 

“So in less than seven months were going to be fathers…” Sam laughed. “Wow.”

 

 

It was quiet for a moment as they all were caught up in the notion that they had a child on the way. “I think the vision is going to happen at the end of my pregnancy…” Harry said softly, not wanting to speak his fears aloud, but he knew that it needed to be said. Their child needed to be protected from all threats and the man in the vision was the biggest threat to the baby’s life.

 

 

When they had first told him about the vision, Harry had been quiet for a while. Harry had just found them and then hearing about the possibility of dying, again, was like having Sam and Dean kept just out of his reach, a teasing glimpse of maybes… of truly being happy for once in his life. The vision had been a punch in the gut to Harry’s hope for a future with Sam and Dean and he hadn’t known what to do. His lovers had held him that night and whispered words of love, telling him they would do everything in their power to keep him safe… and really in the end that was all Harry could hope for.

 

 

After that night he had taken Mad Eye Moody’s words to heart… Constant vigilance and all that rot.

 

 

However, now the vision wasn’t just about him, but their baby as well and that honestly terrified Harry. Though he had just found out about the baby, he had quite liked the idea of being a father. The knowledge that a life was growing inside him at that very moment, a life that had been created by them, was a miracle in every way.

 

 

He wanted to see the baby’s smile, taking those first few steps, walking him or her to the first day of school, reading stories before bed, watching his child slowly grow up into the person they were meant to be… he wanted that life, he wanted the chance to live it standing beside Sam and Dean!

 

 

Now that future was threatened by an unknown evil before it could even became a reality…

 

 

“Whatever happens… we are a family and we will protect our child any way we can.” Dean said firmly. “We need to talk to Bobby about the vision, get his input and see if he’s heard of anything big happening lately… I think you should also see a doctor, Harry… you know to make sure everything’s alright.”

 

 

“Dean we can’t take him to see a doctor… he’s a pregnant man!” Sam said shaking his head.

 

 

“I meant a doctor we trust… Bobby knows a lot of people, I’m sure he knows a doctor that could help us.”

 

 

“Okay. That’s not a bad idea… Might as well call now and get both things taken care of.” Sam mused and then reached off the bed and grabbed his cell from the night stand. Scrolling down his contact list he pressed send when he reached Bobby’s name. The phone rang a few times and then it picked up.

 

 

“Yeah?”

 

 

“Hey Bobby, it’s Sam.”

 

 

“Son, how ya’ doin’? Dean and ah… Harry doing alright?”

 

 

“How do you know about Harry?” Sam questioned with a frown. They hadn’t told Bobby about Harry yet, knowing that Bobby wouldn’t trust him right away. They had wanted to wait until Bobby could meet Harry in person.

 

 

“Your daddy told me.”

 

 

“Oh… um did he tell you everything?” Sam asked quietly. He wasn’t sure how Bobby would react to Sam and Dean being in love and in a threesome with another man.

 

 

“Yeah… he needed to vent and I was available.” Bobby answered and then understanding Sam’s unspoken question he added, “And it don’t matter to me. If you three found a little more love together in this harsh world, I’m happy for ya.”

 

 

Sam breathed a sigh of relief he hadn’t known he was holding. “Thanks Bobby, that means a lot.”

 

 

“So what’s wrong?”

 

 

“What do you mean?”

 

 

“Sam Winchester, I’ve known you since you were a gleam in your daddy’s eye… there ain’t nothin’ you can get past me.”

 

 

Sam laughed. “Yeah okay, there is something, but it’s a little hard to explain… can we come see you?”

 

 

“Sam you don’t have to ask that… you three come and we’ll take care of whatever’s wrong.”

 

 

“Thanks Bobby… we’ll be there in a couple of days then.”

 

 

“See you then, Sam.” Bobby said as he hung up.

 

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 

 

The trip to Bobby’s took a little longer than it might usually have. The jostling of the Impala or a random smell every once in a while would make Harry turn green and Dean had to stop several times for Harry to throw up alongside the road. About five hours into the drive, Harry finally fell asleep between the brothers with his head in Sam’s lap and his feet in Dean’s.

 

 

Running his hand through Harry’s hair, Sam turned to Dean. “Still doesn’t seem real that he’s pregnant…”

 

 

“I know Sammy.” Dean smiled as he rubbed Harry’s legs absently. “We’re gonna be fathers…”

 

 

“I don’t know the first thing about taking care of a baby, Dean… let alone being responsible for raising it right, what if we’re bad fathers…? Let’s face it; we haven’t exactly had a normal life.”

 

 

“Sammy, you’re gonna be a great father… You’re gonna’ teach the kid about books and all those geeky things you like, he’ll be smart like you and go to college and be somethin’!” Dean said with a smile at Sam. “… Me, what have I got to offer the kid? The only thing I’m good at is huntin’ and fixing cars.”

 

 

“That’s not true; you raised me Dean and made my childhood bearable. You kept me fed, read me stories at bedtime, made sure I had everything I needed… Dean, sometimes I think you were more of a father to me than Dad was.” Sam leaned over Harry to place a hand on Dean’s neck and rubbed it lightly. “You are going to be a great father to our kid. You can teach our kid about cars, how to tie shoes in that “bunny goes around the tree” thingy you taught me or how to put family first like you always have and much later when he or she is older… you can teach ‘em about how to dazzle the ladies or fellas… You have more to offer than you think, Dean.”

 

 

Dean looked at Sam and Harry feeling an ache in his chest at the sight. They deserved better than him… the baby deserved better than him… he was emotionally stunted a lot of the time, an admitted asshole when he was angry or frustrated, he was a high school drop out with fetish for knives and a questionable attachment to the impala, one of his other “baby’s.” His life for the past twenty-five years had been all about the hunt; killing the things that go bump in the night or searching for the demon that took any hope of a normal life with the death of their mother…

 

 

Now, with a baby on the way, he needed to be more… he wanted to be more. He wanted to give them a better future and he knew that it wouldn’t include a life on the road moving from one hunt to the next.

 

 

The odd thing was up until a few months ago, this life had never been a possibility for him. He was a hunter; born and raised to be a replica of his father. Hard edged and with three purposes in his life… kill the Yellow Eyed Demon, kill all those like it and protect Sammy. Those were his father’s standing orders. He had realized early in his life that he would more than likely die young at the hands of some evil that he was fighting and he had accepted that. The only thing he wanted to make sure of before that happened what that Sammy was safe. That was it; that was what his life was meant for…

 

 

Then Harry had come into their lives and everything fell into place. Harry was the connection missing from Sam and Dean, the part that allowed them to accept their feelings for each other and realize that they were returned. He was what they both needed without realizing it and Dean had felt a protection and security in him that he never would have thought possible. It wasn’t about strength or skill or power; the protection was in the simple act of knowing whatever happened in his life, Dean would always have Sam and Harry’s love to keep him strong.

 

 

With the casting of Harry’s simple spell, the fleeting thoughts of a home and a stable family from long ago came back and hope flared up in him. He could have this life… he could have love and this baby… they could be a family.

 

 

If they could make it through whatever was coming…

 

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 

 

They arrived in South Dakota just past eleven p.m. the next night. Pulling up to Bobby’s house, Dean turned off the Impala and gently woke up Sam and Harry.

 

 

“Were there already?” Harry asked as his mouth opened wide and a loud yawn filled the cabin of the Impala.

 

 

“Yep.” Dean said with a smile as he opened the door and got out of the car. Harry crawled out behind him and stretched once his feet hit the ground.

 

 

From the house, Bobby walked out of the front door and smiled at them, waiting for them to gather their bags and come inside. “Boys, how was the drive?” He asked as they stepped onto the porch and inside the house.

 

 

“Not bad, we were a ways away so it a while to get here.” Sam said as he set their bags down and wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist. “Bobby, I like you to meet Harry Potter. Harry this is Bobby Singer, he’s an old friend of our father’s.”

 

 

“Hello Mr. Singer.” Harry said with a smile and held out his hand to shake Bobby’s. The older man gave him a guarded smile and shook it.

 

 

“Well why don’t you boys come into the kitchen and we can sit down and have a drink.” Bobby walked into the kitchen and grabbed four beers from the fridge, handing them to each of them as they all took a seat at the worn wood table.

 

 

“Um, I could actually go for some water, do you mind?”

 

 

“Not at all…” He said and stood up to grab a bottle of water from the fridge.

 

 

Harry took it and unscrewed the cap, taking a large gulp and leaned back with a smile. “Thanks.”

 

 

Bobby grinned at him and nodded.

 

 

“Satisfied?” Dean asked with a laugh.

 

 

“Yeah, had to make sure.”

 

 

“What are you talking about?” Harry asked with a frown.

 

 

“Bobby adds a little holy water to all the drinks he gives his guests, just to make sure they are who they say they are.” Sam said as he rolled his eyes.

 

 

“Oh.” Harry said and then shrugged his shoulders. “Whatever makes ya feel safe…”

 

 

Bobby laughed and then said, “So what is it you need help with?”

 

 

Dean looked at Sam and nodded his head, telling him non-verbally to take the lead. Sam was always better at explaining things.

 

 

“I guess the first thing you should know is that Harry’s a wizard.”

 

 

Bobby’s relaxed pose instantly tensed at the words. “Explain. Now!”

 

 

“He’s not the kind of wizard or witch you used to.” Sam said quickly. “Harry isn’t evil, doesn’t sacrifice people for his powers or anything like that. He was born with them. He’s powerful, really powerful, but he’s not interested in hurting people. He left his community because they were afraid of how powerful he was; they wanted to lock him up, even though he hadn’t done anything wrong.”

 

 

Bobby still held his body stiffly and nodded for Sam to go on.

 

 

“He came to the US to get away from them and he met Missouri-”

 

 

“Missouri knows him?” Bobby asked with a frown.

 

 

“Yeah, that where we first met him; at Missouri’s house… I had been having a reoccurring vision for a couple of nights and Dean and I couldn’t understand what it meant. We decided to go to Missouri and see if she could help. When we got there, she already knew we were coming and sat us down and told us about Harry. He’s our soul mate.” Sam stopped and smiled at Dean and Harry. “She said he needed us and we need him… that a darkness was coming and that we needed to hold together to overcome it.”

 

 

“That’s it?” Bobby had an annoyed look on his whether aged face. “That woman always was vague to the point of not really saying anything at all.”

 

 

“She couldn’t tell us much just that it wouldn’t happen for a while because some other things had to happen first.” Dean answered and then looked at Harry and Sam with a smirk. “One of those things that had to happen first… kinda happened.”

 

 

“Well, what is it?” Bobby asked impatiently after Dean stopped.

 

 

“Um, well, the thing is…” Sam stopped and then grinned stupidly. “Harry’s pregnant.”

 

 

Bobby, beer half way to his lips for a drink, paused at the words and his eyes widened a bit. “Pardon? Must’a heard that wrong…”

 

 

“Nope you heard it right, I’m pregnant.”

 

 

Bobby blinked a few times and then smiled. “Are you one of them transvestites? You know, you look like a boy, but you’ve actually got girl bits underneath all that…” Bobby waved his hands in a vague motion towards Harry’s clothes. “…camouflage? You’re a bit too pretty to be a boy anyways…”

 

 

Harry laughed, shaking his head. “Sorry, no, but thanks for the complement.”

 

 

Bobby’s frown increased. “Then how are ya pregnant?”

 

 

“It’s rare, but there have been six male wizards over the course of wizarding history that have gotten pregnant. Only a wizard with a great deal of power, and obviously a gay wizard, has the potential to become pregnant.” Harry chuckled and added, “Knowing my history I should have known it would happen to me.”

 

 

“That’s… not somethin’ ya hear everyday…” Bobby said with a dazed look on his face. “Pregnant men…?” Bobby shook his head and gave a loud snort.

 

 

“The baby is one of the reasons we came to see you. To see if you knew of any doctors that wouldn’t run away screaming or lock Harry up for testing once they found out he was pregnant.” Sam stated.

 

 

“Well, there’s Dr. Handon. She’s not a baby doctor, but she’s pretty good and has a brother who is a hunter… I’ll give her a call in the morning and talk to her and make Harry an appointment to see her.” Bobby replied. “So what was the other thing you needed my help with?”

 

 

“The vision, we haven’t been able to find any leads.” Dean answered in an angry voice.

 

 

“What was the vision about?” Bobby asked as he sat up, bringing his hand to rest on the table as they linked together. He had a concerned look on his face and was his usual down to business self.

 

 

“I saw a big fight going on, Dean and I were there fighting… Harry was bound to an altar, his stomach was bare and rounded with the baby and a man was pouring blood on his stomach. The man seemed familiar, but I don’t recognize him. There was a stone basin with a murky liquid in it and a reversed crucifix hanging from the ceiling. Dean and I were trying to get to Harry, but every step closer we took someone else was there fighting us, trying to stop us from getting to Harry…” Sam said quietly as he placed a hand on Harry’s and rubbed it lightly with his thumb. He felt the same fear that filled him in the dream creep up. “I was really afraid and I knew I needed to get to Harry before it was too late… that was it.”

 

 

“Well, it’s obviously some kind of ritual… somethin’ to do with an unborn baby.” Bobby mused as he ran his hand through his beard and frowned. “I see what I can find… shake a few trees and see what falls.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A/N: Hoped you enjoyed it… remember reviews are much appreciated! Also, I may not be posting for a couple of weeks. The holidays are here and I have family coming in to stay for a week. So I will try and update as quickly as possible, but it may not be until a week or more. I hope you all have a great Thanksgiving!

 

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