Harry Winchester by Magster1102

Chapter 15

Harry trailed after Sam as they entered the motel that they were currently staying at. "So can you tell me what we're here for yet?" Harry asked, annoyed at the fact that he hadn't been told anything previous to when they left.

Sam gave Harry an amused look that just added to Harry's frustration, "Well if you keep up that attitude, I don't think we should."

"That we should what?" Dean asked from where he was polishing his gun almost lovingly at the moldy kitchen counter.

The room that they were staying at had two rickety old beds that had only one thin flannel sheet each on them. The pillows felt like they were made of cardboard, hard and old with holes all through them. The bathroom had a toilet, shower and sink, but the water that came out of all of them was a murky brown color. The kitchen was the only clean part of the rooms, having spotless cabinets and a refrigerator filled with food that Dean had previously bought at a nearby grocery store. By the kitchen was a small closet that held the boys' suitcases filled with clothes and other personal belongings. All the weapons were in the car just in case they were forced out of the town before getting back to their motel. The couch was only a few steps away from the closet and had an old TV in front of it that mostly played static.

Sam rolled his eyes as he plopped down onto the couch, wrinkling his nose as he smelt the odd odor coming from it. "Harry wants to know about the hunt."

Dean grinned and set his gun down gently, "Well, what do you want to know, kiddo?"

Harry huffed and crossed his arms; "I just want to know what we're doing here when there's been nothing weird happening in this town for years. I would know, I've checked everything about this place. So why are we here?"

Dean mumbled something that sounded a look like the phrase 'smart-ass', but Harry let it go.

Sam's face fell slightly, "I had a…you know…a couple days ago involving his town."

Harry did in fact know what Sam was talking about. He even had had the unpleasant experience of witnessing Sam having one. A vision, that is. It had scared Harry half to death when Sam had started to scream.

"What was it about?" Harry asked quietly, knowing that Sam didn't like to talk about them if he didn't have to.

"Well, there was a blonde lady, in her early forty's or something, with demon eyes. She was talking to this older guy about something involving this town and it didn't sound good. We have to find the demon before she can make anything happen." Sam explained, fidgeting on the old couch.

"Why didn't you guys tell me?" Harry asked, "And, the more important question, why did you guys put me into a school when I could be helping you find this lady?"

Dean sighed and ran a hand through his short hair, "Because whether you like it or not, you're safe there."

"Safe?!" Harry exploded, "I'm not safe at a school! I think that I would be safe with my brothers just fine, thank you."

"Harry, you're going to school and that's final." Sam said in a firm tone, "We'll handle this hunt. This is bigger then us, bigger then you. Powers or no powers."

"And why did you decided this now, with this hunt? I've gone on tons of hunts with you guys, why is this one so special?" Harry yelled, arms tight around him in self-comfort.

"Can you just have some faith in us, Harry? Please, just trust that we're doing our best." Sam pleaded, standing up and walking over to Harry who glared up at him before softening his eyes.

Harry sighed wearily, "Ya, ya. Just promise me that you'll at least try not to get hurt?"

Sam and Dean grinned at each other, "I'm not sure that it's possible, but we'll try."

Harry caught up to Logan as the duo made their way to the cafeteria. They had just ended science class with Mr. Nooles, a guy older than the earth. They never had any assignments in his class so by the time the bell rang they were laughing and smiling with no cares in the world. Tom's class before lunch was math so he was there until his math teacher finished whatever equation was left on the board, making him always a little late for lunch.

Harry sat down at 'their' table and pulled out the paper bag that held his lunch and waited for Logan to do the same. "So can you come over to my house this weekend?" Logan asked him as Harry pulled out a PB&J sandwich.

Harry hesitated, "I dunno, Logan. I would have to ask Dean and Sam."

Logan winced, he had met them once and Logan swore to himself that he had never seen more protective brothers then the Winchesters. "Well, just see what they say. It's ok if they say no as long as you're coming to the end of the year party." Logan frowned suddenly, "You are…right?"

"We've only been here for a week, Logan. I don't even know most of the people who are going over to Tom's for the party. Plus, my brothers and I might be traveling again."

Harry had already explained to both Tom and Logan about how his brothers (and him) traveled all over the USA, and how Harry never knew when his brothers would decide a time to leave. That made it so that if Harry opted and left, Logan and Tom would realize that it wasn't his fault that he hadn't said goodbye.

On a completely different note, Tom's end of the year party was apparently one of the top things that the kids in Tom's grade looked forward to before summer started. Tom was rich, or as Tom liked to put it 'financially secure'. Harry hadn't really clicked with any of the other kids when he had started school last week, so he was slightly uncomfortable about being near the girls and boys in his grade that he knew didn't know him very well.

"You might leave so soon?" Tom asked in a surprised tone, sitting down with his own lunchbox. He looked over at Harry and Logan with raised eyes, showing just how shocked he was since Tom rarely showed so much emotion.

"Well, um, yes. I mean, you know how my brothers are. They're unpredictable." Harry explained as best he could, though awkwardly.

Tom sighed and grabbed his fruit container, ripping it open to dig in. "I actually wouldn't know because in case you've forgotten, I've only met them twice."

Harry blushed because he knew it was true. Even though Dean and Sam liked him making friends, they were still on the careful side of not showing their faces around them too much. Makes them easier to forget when they leave.

"I forgot, sorry." Harry offered and a comfortable silence settled on the table only to be broken by the slight crunches of food to be heard as they started to eat.

Harry waited out front like he usually did, except with Tom at his side instead of Logan. Logan had to leave early so that he could catch his older sister's swim meet that started right after school.

Harry turned around as he heard two cars pull up, knowing one of them from the sound of Dean's Impala. He didn't recognize the other car, a huge Navigator with tinted windows, which gave him a creeped out feeling.

Tom turned around with him and gave him a grin as he started to walk towards the Navigator. The window of the car rolled down revealing who must have been Tom's mom. A longhaired blonde lady with black sunglasses and an expensive dress on too.

Harry suddenly got a horrible feeling as he went to greet Sam, knowing something bad was going to happen having to do with that lady. It seemed that Sam agreed with him from the way his face paled as Harry slid into the passenger seat.

"Harry…that's the lady from my vision. The demon."