Fandom: Harry Potter, Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Harry, Gabriel, Sam, Dean, Death
Word Count: 1025
Prompt: 030, death.
Summary: In which Harry drops in on the Winchesters.
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Spoilers up to book 7 (HP), spoilers for season 4 & 5 of SPN. Part of my crossover series: start here. Masterpost is here.
Ever since Harry had found out about angels and demons and the fact that the Apocalypse was lurking just around the corner, Gabriel hadn't felt all that comfortable with letting him out of sight, much less out of the house, alone. But fact was that Harry was the Master of Death, and certain responsibilities came with the title.
Harry had been practicing sword fighting again. He was almost managing to stand his ground these days, despite Gabriel steadily upping the ante every time Harry was starting to feel as if got the hang of it. But there was a cloud on the horizon that kept distracting him until, finally, he couldn't ignore it any more.
Harry dropped his sword and turned around.
"Harry?" Gabriel asked, putting a hand on Harry's shoulder.
The blue text flashed beneath his eyelids. He sort of knew the letters, but not enough words. "Something's…happening. I need to go."
"Something is dying," Harry interrupted. "My presence is required. The reapers can't handle it, not this time."
"I'm coming with you, then," Gabriel decided, as if it was as easy as that, and maybe it was. "Where?"
Harry closed his eyes and focused on what his ring was telling him. There was a pull, a sense of direction, but not a clear location. So Harry focused, drew on his magic that was feeling less and less like the magic he'd had as a kid these days, then released it.
They reappeared outside of an ordinary looking diner, were it not for the fact that most of the windows were smashed in. Without pause, Harry strode forward, Gabriel hot on his heels. Harry never noticed that Gabriel had materialised his blade. All he could see were the black shadows creeping along the floor, all he could feel was the struggle of a soul so twisted and different from anything human as it fought to remain in its dying body.
Harry didn't see Dean or Castiel or Sam. He forgot Gabriel was there.
Harry saw Famine, and he saw Death standing behind him.
"I can take him," Harry offered in a low voice. "I mean, if you…" he trailed off, not really sure what to say. Or, do, for that matter, because that, right there, was Death. He was first and absolute, and whatever role Harry was playing and whatever he was becoming… It had nothing on Death.
Harry couldn't hold back his grin. "Don't you know, a wizard is never late?"
Death raised an eyebrow. "Except, you're not a wizard, are you, Master of Death?"
"I used to be."
"Mmmm, yes. Maybe." Death cocked his head, then offered a thin smile. "Next time we meet, bring crumpets," Death said. He pulled out a pocket watch. "Now."
"Okay," Harry said, and reached out with his hand to pull Famine's soul from his crumbling body. The soul wasn't the bright light he'd come to associate with human souls, but rather it was like a perfect sphere shot through with colour, not giving off any light at all.
"War's looked something like this, too," Harry murmured even as he pulled a black bag from thin air that he placed the soul in.
"You are changing, Master of Death."
Harry looked up sharply. "I know I'm not technically human any more, but—"
Death smiled a little. "You must not ask. It will come to you. Now. When you have collected Pestilence's soul, come find me and I will lend you my ring."
Harry nodded. "Okay, I will, thanks."
"You are a good boy, Master of Death," Death declared, then he vanished.
Light and colour and sound came rushing back. Harry gasped, his knees buckling, as the sensations overwhelmed him.
"—just nutty— Holy crap!" Dean exclaimed as Harry appeared out of thin air in front of where Sam was standing.
Sam caught Harry by reflex before he could fall, and Harry spent a few seconds leaning back against the hunter, learning how to breathe and function in the realm of the living again. "Hi, guys," Harry whispered.
"Where'd you come from?" Dean exclaimed.
Harry managed a weak grin. "Oh, you know, just hanging out."
Gabriel appeared from one of the booths in the diner, his arm around Castiel's waist. Castiel looked decidedly worse for wear, with dark circles under his eyes, his wings in an absolute disarray and blood spattered over the collar of his shirt.
"Death?" Gabriel asked.
Harry cleared his throat. "Might have been here, yeah," he mumbled. Sam's arm was still around his chest, but Harry's legs didn't feel entirely stable yet. He hated shifting realms. Coming back to the 'living' side of it always left him drained.
"Hang on, the Horseman Death was here? And we didn't notice?" Dean asked, sounding both angry and horrified.
"He's Death, Dean," Harry explained. "Death is always around, and you can never see it. Death isn't really a Horseman in that sense, because, in a way, Death is always near even when Lucifer doesn't release the Horsemen. It's why he had to do a specific summoning to raise Death. I think, personally, that Death might be a little pissed off with Lucifer for thinking he can control him. He can't, by the way, no one can. Death is absolute." Harry pursed his lips. "Well, most of the time."
"So, now what?" Sam asked from behind Harry. Not that Sam was hidden, or anything, because Sam was easily about a foot or so taller than Harry.
Dean looked pained. "We lock you up, Sammy."
Sam flinched. "Dean—"
"How much did you drink?" Dean asked, stone-faced. "You ganked the demons, pulled them from a frigging Horseman. You gotta be detoxed, man, and you know it."
"What did you drink?" Harry wondered, twisting around until he could look into Sam's eyes. "Oh." Sam's mouth was surrounded by dried blood. Hell, the lower half of his face was stained with dried blood.
"And it's addicting like nothing you ever seen before," Gabriel filled in.
Harry wet his lips. "I was…kind of hooked on Dreamless Sleep, for a while. Withdrawal was a bitch."