Harry Winchester by Magster1102

chapter 7

Harry woke up to a throbbing head and his chest felt like there were knives being stabbed into it.

He tried to sit up, but a hand gently pushed him down and put a wet cloth to his head.

"It's going to be awhile before you can sit up." The voice of Sam informed him. Harry groaned and pushed Sam's hand away weakly.

"I'm a wizard so I heal a lot faster then average. Now that I'm awake I'll probably be ok by tonight."

Sam looked uncertain, but still helped Harry up out of the bed. Harry leaned his body on Sam, as he did not seem able to support himself.

Sam walked Harry downstairs and helped him onto one of the old couches.

"Are you hungry at all?" Sam asked him, "I have cereal or oatmeal." Harry shook his head, holding his stomach as it started doing flips.

"I'm ok," Harry said, his face a little green, "Where's Dean and Bobby?"

Sam pointed outside, "They're fixing up some of the cars so that we can use them on hunts. Just in case some people recognize us. We've been in trouble with the police before." Sam explained.

"I would help you guys go under incognito, but I'm underage." Harry said, wincing as he shifted on his seat, "The ministry will know if I use my wand."

Sam waved his hand, "It's fine, Harry. We don't want to risk you being taken away."

Harry blushed a little, a feeling of warmth in his chest at actually having family want him.

Harry was right, Sam observered, he was already healing. Harry could walk around without clutching his ribs and he said that his head didn't hurt as much, but he could always be lying.

Sam didn't really know how he was supposed to act around Harry. He seemed so vulnerable and small that Sam just wanted to lock him into a room where nothing bad could happen to him.

He knew that was impossible though, because Harry was stronger then he looked and had already been through so much for someone so young.

Sam guessed that Dean had it easier then him since he was always the big brother in the family. Sam was always the youngest and to get a younger half-brother…well, let's just leave it at that.

But Sam was glad that Dean finally had someone that needed protecting. Sam was older now and stronger so he could fend for himself, while Harry was so young and small.

Sam promised to himself he would always look out for Harry, even if it put himself in danger.

Dean and Bobby came back inside the house when it started getting dark. Harry was surprised that they had stayed out that long, but then again, he still had a lot to learn about them.

Sam walked into the kitchen slowly, carrying a newspaper in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. "I think that we might have a problem." He said, laying the paper on the table in front of Harry.

Harry glanced at the front page and almost choked on his tea that he had been drinking. The front page had his face looking up at him. A whole article about him running away from his house and how concerned his aunt, uncle and cousin were for him.

"That's complete bull!" Harry screamed at the paper, crushing it into a ball and throwing it across the room. "Why are they even trying to find me? I thought they hated me!"

Bobby looked at Harry with concern, "Maybe someone told them they have to find you. Like that Dumbledore person you were talking about."

Harry sighed, "Maybe, but what I don't get is why my face is in this newspaper if it's an American newspaper. I mean, why would they think I would come straight to America. Unless…oh Merlin." Harry's face went so pale he could have been a ghost.

"I left my mum's letter in my rom."

Harry paced in the living room; trying to figure out how in the world he could have left his mum's letter right in his room.

"How could I have been so stupid!" He exclaimed, pulling at his hair in frustration.

"Harry, it was an accident. You were probably really anxious to get out of the house that you forgot it." Sam reasoned with him, "Besides, they don't even know where in America you are except for Ellen's. We're over two days away from Ellen's roadhouse and to make sure she's safe and stays safe, we'll call her."

Harry sighed and sat down, "Ok, ok. I just don't like people getting hurt because of me."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look, "Believe us, we know."

"So you're saying that people are going to come try to make us tell them where Harry is?" Ellen asked Sam over the phone. Sam nodded, even though she couldn't see it.

"Ya, just be ready. Harry told me to tell you to hightail it out of there, but I doubt you'd listen."

"Damn right I wouldn't listen! The roadhouse is mine, Jo, Ash's. It's our home." She said back, trying not to shout.

"I know, I know." Sam didn't seem to be getting anywhere so Dean grabbed the phone from him.

"Look Ellen, if you don't get out of there and come to Bobby's, I'm going to come get you myself!" Dean said harshly, "harry had enough people die for him, do you think he needs three others hanging on his conscious?"

Ellen didn't respond for a minute, thinking everything over. Finally, Dean heard her sigh, "We'll be there in two days." The phone went dead and Dean snapped it shut.

"She hung up?" Sam asked, "Is she coming?"

"Ya, she hung up, but she said she's coming so that's good. She'll be here in three days so we'll need to get the extra room ready. Actually, two extra rooms because I don't think they would want to room with Ash." Sam stifled a laugh at that thought, and nodded, while Dean started climbing the stairs to grab Harry so he could help Dean set up the rooms.

"So Ellen agreed to come?" Harry asked anxiously, helping Dean set up the last pillow of the second room.

"Yes, for the last time, Harry! They are coming because they are in danger because of you! So would you shut the hell up?" Dean shouted at him, throwing the very last clean pillow down on the bed.

Dean had barely any sleep last night and a splitting head ache. He could not deal with anyone talking right now to him.

Harry bent his head and blinked back tears, "I guess I'll leave you alone then." Harry walked out of the room quickly and Dean heard a door shut a second after.

Dean widened his eyes in shock. Had he really just said that to his new found brother? Even when he knew he was from an abusive home? Dean could only think of one thing to say right then.

"Shit!"