Bold print is Parseltongue.

(Two Years Later)

Sam clutched Ruby's knife tighter as he crept around the corner, vaguely noticing that Dean was following closely behind, the colt aimed and ready. They had come to Steele City, Nebraska when Bobby called to let them know about the strange deaths happening in the small city. Apparently someone or something was kidnapping young girls, holding them for roughly 5 days and harvesting certain organs, then leaving the dead females on the steps of the church. It had gone unnoticed until the count was up to five.

It wasn't until a sixth victim was found that the boys figured out what they were dealing with: demons. The girl's body was covered in sulfur and she had some strange marking carved into her flesh. It made both their stomachs turn slightly and they were determined to handle the demon before another girl was taken. However it was harder to find the hideout than they thought it would be, and another girl went missing.

Realizing they only had five days to find her they searched everywhere they could think of, not wanting to have another family be torn apart. Then finally something went right; the demon got messy.

So now they were quietly searching an old abandoned house on the outskirts of the town. The entire place was covered in sigils keeping the angels out.

After searching the house top to bottom, both brothers made their way to the door leading to the basement and Dean reached out to slowly open the door. When nothing came at them Dean started the cautious trek down the stairwell, trying to be as quiet as possible. Sam stayed close behind his brother ready for anything that might come their way.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs they looked around the empty room, frowning before they noticed a slightly hidden door off to the left. They glanced at each other once, then headed for the door. When they door was opened they heard screaming and before even thinking it through they burst into the room and Dean fired off a shot, hitting the demon in the back of the head. With the black eyed bastard down Sam ran toward the girl, unlatching her from the table she was strapped too.

The three of them were almost to the front door when it opened and nine more demons walked in.

"Fuck."

Sam snorted at his brother's outburst and pulled the girl behind him. He needed to think of a way to get them all out of here safely. The girl was hurt and it was very likely that they would be hurting soon as well.

The taller hunter wracked his brain trying to think of the safest way to get back to the Impala and so far nothing was coming to mind. He shifted his gaze to Dean, hopefully his brother could think of something, and when he saw the smirk stretched across Dean's face he began to worry.

The shorter hunter lifted his gun and aimed at the center demon, firing a shot before anyone could move a muscle.

After that the room became a flurry of movement as the remaining demons attacked, all trying to capture the Winchesters and get the girl back.

Dean grunted as he jerked back from the knife one of the demons was holding, his hand going to press at the bleeding wound on his side. He cast a glance at Sam and noticed that he was right by the door, only one demon blocking his path. He quickly shot the demon blocking the way and hissed as the demon he was fighting managed to stab him again.

"GO Sam!"

Sam turned to say he wasn't leaving without Dean when the girl grabbed his arm, her strength leaving her after the torture she was put through. Cursing loudly he grabbed her and rushed out the door and helped her into the backseat before he leapt into the driver's side and started the car. Sam quickly leaned over and opened the passenger door for Dean, knowing they would need to make a quick exit.

Dean smirked when Sam got the girl out, before focusing on the remaining demons. He slid his flask of holy water out and tossed some at the demons, causing them to hiss and back up slightly. Green eyes looked around trying to find something to cause a distraction with. He cast a glance up and smiled when he saw the large light fixture in the center of the room. He tossed more holy water at the demons and pointed the gun at the chain holding the light to the ceiling and fired.

The demons yelled out and jerked back to avoid the falling metal, none of them noticing that Dean had quickly ran out and jumped into the Impala.

"Let's go!"

Sam didn't need to be told twice and floored it back toward the main part of town. He quickly pulled up to the hospital and took just enough time to make sure the girl got in okay before he tore out of the parking lot toward the hotel they were staying in. There was no time for anything else. They needed to leave now.

Once back on the road Sam laughed at looked at Dean, quickly noticing that he looked pale and shaky.

"Fuck Dean, are you hurt?"

Dean just grunted and closed his eyes, "They got lucky Sammy."

Brown eyes narrowed and he tightened his grip on the steering wheel, unconsciously picking up speed. He looked over at Dean again and cursed when he noticed all the blood soaking through the shirt, his brother slipping unconscious . He needed to find someplace safe to check over just how bad Dean was hurt.

He was almost frantic in his search for someplace to get first aid supplies, almost anything would be welcome at this moment. He was in such a panic that he almost missed the building on the side of the road. Not giving himself time to think he pulled into the parking lot and almost cried in relief when he noticed the sign for the place.

Verlassen Haven? The name of the bar was written in a square sign someone close to the road, and in the four corners were hunter symbols naming the place a sanctuary. Quickly finding a spot to park, Sam all but jumped out of the car and ran to the passenger side. He opened the door and gently tried to wake Dean, not wanting to hurt him any worse than he already was.

"Sammy?"

"Hey Dean, I found a place that looks like it could help. Apparently it's a Hunter sanctuary and one of the symbols is showing a medic here. Can you walk?"

Dean nodded weakly and held an arm out for Sam to help him out of the car. He tried to hide a wince as the wound on his side was pulled slightly, but judging by Sam's bitch face he knew he didn't hide it well enough. He sent a smile at Sam and waved his hand telling his brother to lead the way on in.

Harry sighed as he cleaned another glass, trying desperately to ignore the Vampire giving shit to the Ghoul two tables over. Really as long as it stayed verbal he was fine to let them measure dicks on who the better bloodsucker was. Finally it sounded like the Vamp was gonna shut his mouth and Harry sighed in relief, however it wasn't really all that surprising with what happened next.

The Ghoul snarled and leapt from his seat and slammed the Vampire's head into the table. The Vampire was quick to respond, reaching back to punch the Ghoul hard in the throat. Harry hissed out a soft word, stopping the two creatures in their tracks. He quickly rounded the bar and stared down at the immobilized beasts, raising his right thumb to his mouth and making a small puncture in his thumb; just enough to let it bead up with blood slightly.

He watched as both their eyes widened slightly, finally registering what they just did. Calmly he held up his left wrist, bringing the seal tattooed on it into view. He shifted so he was directly facing the Ghoul and gently ran his thumb over the seal.

"Aydett, North Carolina."

The moment the words left his mouth the Ghoul vanished. Green slitted eyes then focused on the Vampire and he let a sinister smirk stretch across his face, fangs peeking out from between his lips.

"Forks, Washington."

For a moment no one spoke then a Werewolf in the back started laughing, breaking the tension. The Wolf walked toward Harry, an amused look on his face. Stopping next to Harry he cocked his head to the side.

"So...was that a spell?"

Harry smiled and turned to walk back behind the bar, picking up the glass he was cleaning before. "Kinda, but not really."

Setting the glass down he lifted his wrist again and showed the Wolf the marking. "This is a nifty little seal that a friend gave me. It allows me to evict people who don't follow the rules, where before I had to actually say a spell."

Humming softly the Wolf sat at the bar, looking curiously at the tattoo. "And the words?"

Chuckling softly Harry pulled his arm back and grabbed a beer for the Were, knowing that's what he had ordered earlier. "Places… That drops them in those cities."

The Were looked at him for a moment before bursting into laughter. Once he calmed down a bit he held his hand out with a bright smile on his face.

"Jared Cooperson, nice to meet cha."

Harry smiled and reached to shake the Were's hand, not bothering to hide the patch of light grey scales that ran up the inside of his forearm and back of his hand.

"Harry Potter. The pleasure is mine."

Jared beamed and continued to sit at the bar talking to Harry until the Were had to leave. Waving bye the large male strode out of the bar, whistling softly to himself.

Harry shook his head slightly and continued cleaning the glasses and serving customers when they came to the bar. He absently heard the storeroom door open and turned to see Luna walk out, a soft smile on her face. She walked right up to Harry and he pulled her into a tight hug, kissing the top of her head.

"Hello Pet. How is the Banshee?"

Luna giggled and snuggled in closer, "She's fine...resting now."

Harry nodded and squeezed Luna once more before heading off to help a man who wandered up to the bar. His sister came to stand next to him once the man wandered off and started helping him wash the used dishes. Leaning close to him she slowly started whispering in parseltongue.

"So what was that burst of power I felt a moment ago?"

Smiling down at the whispered hissing he couldn't be happier that he had blood adopted her.

Once they moved here he had asked her if it was something she would like, and she had immediately agreed; not having any family left back in England after he Father had died. After that Harry had quickly gathered everything they would need for the ritual, ecstatic that she had said yes.

Once the ritual had been completed Luna had been drained, so Harry had taken her to her room to rest. Once he had her situated he had looked down at her arms and gasped when he noticed the delicate white scales around her thin wrists. Bright blue eyes looked down at her wrists and smiled brightly before turning to face him, whispering in a tired voice.

"Oh… how pretty."

Harry had jumped when he heard the hissing and then laughed loudly. A smile bloomed brightly across his face and pure joy raced through his body. Luna can speak parsel! His eyes flickered up to hers registering the surprise on her face, and he moved to lay next to her on the bed. Gently he moved her closer, pulling her into his arms, and his smile turned fond when she curled into him.

"Luna...Sweetness, can you understand me?"

The blonde female nodded and returned his smile, completely happy with the way things turned out.

Harry shook his head slightly when he felt Luna poke him in the arm, trying to get his attention. He smiled sheepishly at her pout at being ignored.

"Sorry Love, I was just thinking."

She gave him a curious look but nodded at his excuse, "So… What happened?

Harry sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Nothing big. I had to evict two people, a Ghoul and Vampire started fighting."

Snorting softly Luna nodded, those two species were always snarking at each other. Ever since she was young she could never understand why people always resorted to violence, and she'd lived through a war.

Luna was quickly shaken from her thoughts when the door swung open and two men struggled through. The taller of the two seemed to be supporting the shorter, who was pale and shaking. Luna could see blood coating the man's shirt and jeans. Biting her lip she couldn't be more grateful that her brother had placed wards around the bar that muted the smell of blood, or there'd be quite a few rabid Vampires at the moment.

She turned to warn Harry but he was already moving toward the door, a frown firmly on his face.

Harry's head snapped up when the door opened and two men walked in, a strong buzzing feeling at the base of his skull. Two Hunters who are heavily armed...Wonderful.

He quickly made his way to the two, mentally thanking Crowley for the ward to cancel the smell of blood. He glanced back at Luna and smiled at her when she nodded her head, letting him know she'd handle the bar. He stopped in front of the Hunters and helped the big one catch the shorter one when he started to tip forward.

"Follow me to the storeroom, I have medical supplies back there."

The larger male nodded and Harry helped them move toward the back, past the bar. Harry shoving the door open and let the two men in before him so he could close the door behind them. He gently grabbed the injured one, swiftly leading them down the hall the door opened up to. Ignoring the gobsmacked look on the taller Hunter's face he directed them into an unused room and ushered them inside.

"Questions later. Lay him on the bed. I'm Harry, by the way."

Quickly doing as asked the big guy laid the other on the bed and dropped into the chair close to the bed. He dropped his head in his hands, shaking softly. Heaving a sigh he looked up at Harry, a grimace on his face.

"I'm Sam… and that's my brother Dean. Can you help him?"

Rolling up his sleeves and ignoring the gasp, Harry nodded. "Yes I can. I must ask though that you keep your weapons put away, this is a sanctuary."

Sam just nodded absentmindedly, still focused on his brother. He watched as Harry poured some liquid on his hands and then move toward Dean.

Harry reached over Dean and gently moved the man up so he could remove the worn leather jacket, tossing it to Sam. He then reached in a drawer in the small dresser next to the bed and pulled out a pair of scissors to cut the bloody shirt and jeans off, knowing that doing magic right now might cause problems.

Once he had the shirt and jeans removed he kneeled down to look over the stab wounds on Dean's side and thigh. He winced slightly in sympathy and reached into the bottom drawer, pulling out a few vials. Turning to Sam he looked the hunter in the eye and spoke in a quiet voice.

"Sam, I know that you and your brother are Hunters… but right now I need you to trust that I am here to help. Okay? What I'm about to do is going to be a healing that combines both potions and magic."

Seeing Sam tense at the word magic Harry smiled reassuringly and pointed to each vial as he told the jumpy Hunter what they would do.

"This one is to clean out the wounds, it will hurt a bit. This one is to help kickstart the healing so I can fix him up quickly. This one I'll have to get him to drink to replenish the blood he lost on the way here, and this last one is a pain reliever."

Sam watched Harry closely, looking for any signs of deceit and when he found none he gave a quick jerky nod. He still didn't trust magic but at the moment it was the only option.

Harry smiled and reached to grab the first potion, pouring it over the stab wounds ignoring the way Sam tensed at Dean's hiss.

"I told you it would hurt. It's like any other disinfectant, it's getting all the nasty bits that might have been on the blade."

Nodding again Sam leaned back and forced his body to relax, it wouldn't be a good thing to punch the man helping them. Resting his hands on this thighs, he tightly clenched his jeans and just continued to watch. He felt his eyes widen as Harry poured the next vial into the now cleaned wounds and a small amount of steam rose from them. Sam flinched slightly, jerking up to stand, when Harry stood and leaned over Dean.

Sighing loudly Harry turned back to Sam, his voice strained in annoyance, "Look...I get that you're worried about your brother and you have no reason to trust me. However I AM here to help, so you can't sit still and stay out of the way. while I try to save your precious brother from blood loss… Then get the fuck out!"

Sam stared in shock at the smaller male and nodded his head tiredly, slumping back in the chair, "Sorry… It's instinctive. We haven't had much luck with magic."

Emerald eyes softened as he gazed at the slightly lost Hunter, "I get it Sam... I do. But right now I need you to be as still and silent as possible, I can't have the distraction while doing this. I know it doesn't look bad on the surface… but that knife cut deeper than you think and it nicked blood vessel."

Sam paled and reached a hand out to grab Dean's arm, terror running through him at the thought of losing his brother again. He couldn't go through that again… he couldn't be alone again! He was jerked out of his thoughts when a gently hand rested over his, soft grey scales glinting in the light. Brown eyes met green and the Hunter gave a jerky nod, removing his hand and gripped jeans again.

Seeing that Sam was good for now Harry pulled his wand out and leveled it at the more damaging wound. Soft latin words started pouring from his mouth and he ignored everything around him.

Shocked Sam could only watch as Dean's injury healed in front of them, the muscle and skin stitching together at an incredibly fast pace. Less than five minutes late there was only a faded thin scar where the stab had been, and the one on Dean's leg took even less time. He was amazed and uncomfortable at the same time. His heart and soul were grateful that Dean was okay and only a thin scar remained but his mind was telling him to grab his brother and run.

He watched intently as Harry grabbed the third vial, for the blood loss his mind supplied, and brought it to Dean's lips, coaxing the man to drink it. Sam cocked his head to the side as Dean grimaced slightly before relaxing back against the pillow. He looked at Harry in question and he raised an eyebrow when the man just chuckled lightly.

"It tastes like a bit like a mix of Pepto and barbeque sauce, but it works wonders. Now this one…" Holding up the slim vile Harry smirked slightly and shook it lightly, "...tastes like the left side of horse's ass."

The surprised snort from the Hunter made Harry smile in accomplishment, laughing quietly he turned back to the sleeping Hunter and gently coaxed it into Dean's mouth. Running soft fingers along Dean's throat he finally got the man to swallow the pain reliever.

Standing straight he looked over Sam, noticing the bruises and small cuts along the man's neck and arms. "Would you like to be healed as well? I have a balm for smaller wounds that works wonders."

Sam shook his head no, eyes still focused on Dean, "No, I'm good. I'm just bruised a bit, no offense."

Snorting Harry just waved him off, "No big deal, but it's on that shelf to your left if you change your mind. Also Dean should wake up in about an hour, but it could be sooner. This room is y'alls until you need to head out."

Harry turned to leave and he heard a mumbled thanks on his way out. Walking back into the bar he froze when he noticed that everyone in the bar was frozen stiff. Realizing that another fight must have broken out he headed toward Luna. He had given her control of the wards as well, but she didn't have the power to cast people out so she just froze the entire bar; minus the actual sanctuary in the back, of course.

He found her standing in front of Arachne, a deep frown on her face. Coming up behind his sister he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and leaned down to whisper in her ear. He sneered slightly at the snarling spider, her pretty face marred by the anger etched into her features.

"Little Sister, what happened?"

Leaning into him slightly, Luna closed her eyes, "The little spider is new here and didn't know the rules. So when she started to attack the Shapeshifter a Wolf a few tables over caught her arm and explained things to her. She obviously didn't listen and moved her attention to the Wolf and attacked."

Harry nodded in understanding and straightened looking the Arachne in the eyes, "Let me explain something to you before you get evicted. This place is a Haven...it's a sanctuary. It's for people to rest and find peace, violence is NOT tolerated at all. My bar… my rules."

Bringing his thumb to his mouth again he pressed lightly against his fang, letting the blood well up. Cocking his head to the side he thought about where to send her. He really didn't want to send her to a place where she would have ample people to attack and change, so he had to think harder about this.

Finally he decided and looked at her once more, "Everyone gets a second chance, but that's it. Remember that when you have to find your way back home...and remember that I'm being polite with where I'm sending you."

Running his bleeding thumb over the seal on his wrist, never breaking eye contact with the now wary Spider, "Kilgore, Nebraska."

With a pop she was gone and Harry released the bar from it's frozen state. With a sheepish smile he looked around at everyone, seeing some look a little nervous. With a soft sigh, Harry tried to think of a way to release the tension in the room and then his eyes landed on an empty beer glass.

With a bright smile Harry called out to get everyone's attention on him, "I am sorry for the incident that just occurred and for all of you being frozen, and I wish to make it up to all of you...So the next round is on the house."

Harry smiled when there were happy yells from around the bar. He whispered a grateful thanks to Luna when she immediately rushed behind the bar, eager to take orders for drinks. With a small smile still on his face he turned to the Wolf that tried to stop the assault and held his hand out to the man.

"Thank you for trying to stop the fight. I really appreciate it."

The blue eyed Wolf grinned back at him, reaching out to shake Harry's hand. "Not a problem, almost all of us are really grateful for this place. You saved my life about a year ago so it was the least I could do."

Emerald eyes widened and he wracked his brain for the man in front of him, seeing the scar across the man's neck it finally clicked.

"Marcus… I'm glad you're well. No issues with the scar or anything I hope?"

Grinning Marcus shook his head no, "Na...It's all in working order." Glancing at the bar the Wolf nodded his head towards it, "It looks like she's being overrun… I just wanted to thank you."

Looking toward the bar Harry winced, he couldn't even see Luna anymore. Giving Marcus one last smile and thank you he darted over to help his sister. It was madness for a bit but Harry welcomed it after the tension that had hung over the bar moments before.

Roughly an hour later everyone was finally sitting in the tables dotted around, fresh drinks firmly in hand, talking and laughing loudly. Luna was resting on one of the bar stools, chatting happily with a female Shapeshifter, giggling shyly at some of the men around. Harry rolled his eyes as he cleaned the dirty glasses, snorting randomly at the things the two women were talking about.

When he heard the storeroom door opened he turned his head toward it and raised an eyebrow when the Hunter duo, Sam and Dean, walked out.

Sam startled out of the light doze he was in when Dean shifted and groaned on the bed, green eyes fluttering open. The younger Hunter reached to grab his brother's hand, bringing Dean's focus to him. Sam grinned down at him before reaching out to punch Dean's shoulder...hard.

Dean hissed and glared at Sam, bringing his other hand up to rub his now sore shoulder. "The fuck Sammy?"

Brown eyes narrowed and Sam punched Dean again, "You promised you weren't going anywhere… and then you get stabbed in the side, deep enough to puncture a blood vessel. You're lucky I found this place."

A sheepish wince crossed Dean's face as he went to sit up, and was surprised when nothing hurt. He quickly shifted his body so he could look at the area he was sure he was stabbed in and found nothing but a tiny faded scar. His leg was the same way. Green eyes looked up at Sam in question…

"What did you do Sammy?"

Sam's eyes widened as he looked at the annoyed expression on Dean's face, before his own shifted to show the anger running through him.

"I didn't do anything Dean! You were dying in the Impala and I saw a place that had Hunter symbols calling it a sanctuary. When I got in here I'm assuming the owner, Harry, helped me get you back here where he healed you."

He leaned down to grab the bag he run to the car for about 20 minutes ago, throwing the clean clothes at Dean. He leaned back in the chair and waited for his brother to get dressed before focusing on those green eyes again.

"Dean… I've never seen anything like it."

The next few minutes were spent with Sam telling Dean everything that had happened. The two Hunters trying to figure out what to do with this new situation.

"We need to get out of here Sammy, this place isn't far from Steele City. Those Demons will show up soon."

The taller hunter bit his lip and nodded. He was honestly surprised they hadn't found them yet, Steele City was only about 15 minutes away. Sam jerked out of his thoughts when he heard the door open, Dean standing there waiting for him to come on. Rolling his eyes Sam headed out through the door and down the hall that Harry had led him up before.

The two moved through door out into the bar with caution and stopped dead in their tracks. Dotted around the bar were people seated at tables, drinking, laughing and just seemingly having a good time. There was nothing out of the ordinary, just a bunch of people having a drink.

Movement at the bar had both Hunters attention snapping toward the body moving behind the bar, pour drinks and passing out beers. A sign on the wall behind the man had Dean raising an eyebrow.

Enter, friend, but please beware:
This is a place of help and care.
Leave your troubles by the door;
set down your sword, run no more.
Fur and feathers, scales and skin,
All will find safety within.
Break the rules and out you'll be,
The second time, permanently.

(An ye harm none, do what ye will...
Owner reserves the right to kill.)**1**

Dean nudged Sam and gestured toward the sign, "What do you make of that?"

Brown eyes read over the rhyme and snorted softly, "He did say this place was a sanctuary. Now I'm starting to wonder just what he offers sanctuary to."

Both brothers hummed slightly and watched as Harry stood and talked softly with a blonde woman and a brunet woman. Dean frowned and knocked his knuckles against the top of the bar twice.

The man turned toward them with a tiny frown before saying something to the blonde woman quickly. When she nodded he turned toward the brothers and strode toward them, arms crossed over his chest; little grey scales shining in the overhanging bar light.

Emerald eyes rested on Dean and they softened slightly, "How are you feeling Dean? Any stiffness or aches?"

Dean blinked at Harry in confusion before he realized this must be the dude Sam was talking about, the one that healed him. Narrowing his eyes slightly Dean nodded, "I'm good. Fit as can be."

Harry smiled brightly at the two of them, "I'm glad. Let me know if you have any problems, 'kay?... Good." Taking a step forward Harry leaned against the bar, propping his chin in his hand. "What can I get cha?"

Both Hunter's eyes focused on Harry's scales before their eyes shot back to his face when he coughed lightly. Seeing the amusement dancing in those eyes made Dean snort loudly, and Sam mumbled a soft apology. Laughing Harry just waved them off and asked again what they wanted to drink.

"Uh...Whiskey, best you got it, on the rocks? And Samantha here will take a beer...whatever you have on tap."

Harry nodded and moved to grab the drinks, he set them down in front before leaning against the bar again.

"You have your questions, but I need you make sure you understand those words on the wall behind me. This is a Haven, and everyone within these walls is under my protection. Again you can keep your weapons on you but they need to stay hidden, or you're out the door…. and I don't mean just to the parking lot."

Both men stared at him for a moment before nodding, "We understand Harry."

Harry smiled brightly at Sam and waited for their question to start.

Dean shifted a bit, taking a small swallow of his whiskey and looked at glass intently. "First off...What kind of whiskey is this?"

Harry laughed and reached below the bar pulling a tall bottle out, setting it on the counter next to Dean, "High West, it's a personal favorite of mine. About 70 bucks a bottle."

Dean hummed softly, reaching out to pull the bottle closer to read the label, and he expertly ignored Sam's annoyed bitch face. Really the kid should get a patent out on that, it's effective… but not as much as the puppy dog eyes. Damn Jolly Green.

Rolling brown eyes Sam looked at Harry curiously, "Would you answer truthfully on any question?"

Harry sighed and thought about it for a moment before nodding, "Unless it's way too personal then yeah."

Taking another drink of his beer Sam watched Harry closely, "So you practice witchcraft? Hoodoo?"

Green eyes regarded them closely and then he snorted loudly. "Straight to the point huh? I kinda expected you to be the more delicate one, lots of flowery words."

Sam blushed slightly as Dean laughed, a teasing glint in his eyes as he looked at his brother. Sam shoved Dean lightly and focused back on Harry, who was chuckling into his own glass of whiskey. "Well…"

"No Sam. No Demon deals or sacrificing of virgins or any other such rot."

Dean watched as Harry stayed calm and continued to wait for whatever questions the two of them could think of, "So where'd you learn all that? Wiccan Elementary School?"

A small amused smirk crossed Harry's face and he leaned toward the brothers slightly, "I learned it at school, and no not a primary school. I went to a school for Natural Born Witches and Wizards, no one there made any deals for power. We were all born with it."

The sound of two glasses hitting the bar made Harry raise an eyebrow and he tried not to laugh at the looks on either brother's face. They really were too cute…

"Wait! So Wizards are real?! Like Merlin and Gandalf?"

Harry snickered at gobsmacked looks and nodded, "Yeah… Well Merlin was real, Gandalf was created by Tolkien; at least I believe he was."

Sam took a heavy drink and Dean downed the remainder of the dark liquid before grabbing the bottle to pour more. The brothers looked at each other in surprise before looking back at Harry. The Englishman was still leaning against the bar watching them with an amused smile.

Dean took a deep breath and swallowed another mouthful, "Why haven't we heard of any Natural Borns before?"

Standing straight Harry shrugged and took a sip, "We keep hidden for the most part. No one wants a repeat of the Witch Trials."

Sam leaned forward eagerly, a curious light in his eyes, "How though? The way you make it sound is that there are a shit ton of you guys. Someone is bound to notice."

"There are spells and charms that are used to hide our areas, or make non-magicals remember something they need to do somewhere else… Like leaving the stove or water on at home."

Sam hummed thoughtfully and tilted his head to the side, licking his lips slightly, "So… are you human?"

Harry opened his mouth to answer, however before he could the front door to the bar burst open and seven Demons strode in. They all looked furious and Harry didn't bother walking around, he just launched himself over the bar. He noticed Sam and Dean going for their weapons behind him and he glared over his shoulder at the duo.

"Put those away… or by my own rules I have to send you away as well."

"Harry those are Demons…"

Harry snorted and nodded, "I'm well aware of what they are Sam. Now put them away and let me deal with this."

The brothers traded a look before Sam sighed and slid the knife back into his jacket, with Dean sliding the colt back into the back of his jeans. They watched as Harry took few steps forward and glared at the Demons.

"Stand down."

The Demon in the front snorted and sneered at Harry, a mocking expression on his face. "Or what little Wizard?"

A sinister smile stretched across the Brit's face, and he whispered something that was too quiet for the brothers to hear. They did however notice the effect it had right away. All seven Demons appeared to be frozen, only their mouths able to move. Harry strode forward, stopping in front of the Demon who appeared to be in charge.

"Why are you here?"

The Demon growled at Harry and tried to break free from his binds, before snapping back at the Brit.

"Crowley sent us for the Winchester brothers no matter what."

The chuckle that Harry let out sent shivers down most of the patron's spines and both brother's eyebrows rose in shock.

"Oh did he now? And I'm sure he told you to disregard the rules of the Haven? Shall we find out how truthful you're being?"

Harry took a few steps back and reached into his back pocket, pulling out a cellphone and dialed a number. He stood still while the phone rang and when the other person picked up a smile crossed Harry's face.

"Hello oh Mighty Demon of Demoness, I have a question for you?... Uh huh… No not that, it's about some of your minions. Uh huh…. No… now listen will you? I have seven Demons in my bar claiming that you told them to rush my bar to find the Winchesters? Ah ok, come in through the back… See you soon."

Ending the call Harry stared at the Demons still frozen and smiled sweetly back at them, "Well Crowley is on his way, so this should be solved soon."

The Winchesters blinked when all seven started talking at once, trying to back out of the mess they found themselves in. When all that happened was Harry laughing, they changed their strategy and tried to threaten him to release them. The Brit just laughed harder.

Hearing the door behind them open the brothers turned to look and gaped slightly when Crowley walked in with a small box in his hands. The Demon looked around and smiled when he finally spotted Harry, walking toward the laughing Wizard.

When he reached Harry, Crowley held out the box with a grin, "Sorry Nathair Nimhe. I had to stop by Sukiyabashi Jiro to fetch something for you. It's a lovely little sashimi plate, just for you."

Harry rolled his eyes and moved to accept the box, taking a small sniff. "Thank you and I'm glad to see you here Oh Great Evil King of Doom. Would you like to handle them or shall I?"

Crowley snorted and waved him off, "I shall handle them. They know the rules here are absolute, and this is inexcusable."

Harry nodded and moved to the side, "Then remove them, Evil One...before I get angry."

Bowing slightly at Harry, Crowley fought to keep the laughter out of his voice, "Indeed Nathair. I shall see you later."

Harry snorted "Prat."

"Wanker," and with that Crowley and the seven were gone from the bar.

Smiling at everyone Harry just wandered behind the bar, and yelled for everyone to continue to have a good time.

Sam and Dean watched as Harry opened the box and let out a happy shout. They both made their way over, peeking in the box, grimacing slightly at the rows of thinly sliced fish. Both were confused when the blonde walked behind the bar and over to Harry, peering in the box as well.

Harry smiled at his sister and grabbed the pair of chopsticks tucked into the box, "Want a piece?"

When Luna nodded he grabbed a thin slice of tuna and held it out for her to eat. After chewing she hugged him tightly and walked down the bar, helping a man that called out for a beer.

Emerald eyes looked at the Winchesters and Harry smiled, "You still had questions?"

Sam nodded still looking oddly at the box, "Uh yeah… are you human?"

Harry sighed and chewed thoughtfully before answering, "I was at one point."

"At one point?"

Emerald eyes snapped to Dean and Harry nodded, "Yes… When I was younger someone made a deal to let me survive no matter how, and this is the 'how'. I've been this way since I was 17."

Sam coughed slightly and furrowed his brows, "So… what are you?"

Harry smiled brightly and both brothers noticed the small fangs in the man's mouth, "Me… hmmmm… Well, I'm a Naga."

Sam and Dean tensed slightly and watched the man across the bar, knowing how dangerous a Naga was. Harry just smiled brighter when he noticed the slight tension in both Hunter's shoulders.

"Calm down you two. It amazes me that I have to keep reminding you that this is a Haven. I'm not about to break my own rules."

The Winchesters nodded and reached for their drinks again, draining them down. Harry just quirked an eyebrow and refilled their drinks before wandering off. He slipped up next to Luna and hugged her tightly.

"Are you ok Harry?"

Nodding Harry tightened his embrace, "Yeah, I'll just never be used to bigots. Though those two are trying to not be like other Hunters, I still make them nervous."

The blonde just nodded and watched as Dean pulled out his wallet, leaving a few bills on the bar. She nudged Harry slightly and he turned enough to see both Hunters head toward the door. He was surprised when they both turned slightly when they reached the door and waved bye, yelling out a loud 'Thanks'.

'Huh maybe not all Hunters are the shoot first ask questions later….

Sam and Dean were quiet on the ride back to Bobby's, both thinking about the strange man at the bar. When they pulled up both hopped out of the car and walked up the steps to Bobby's, fully expecting it when the older Hunter shoved the flask of holy water at them.

When all three were settled on the chairs dotted around Dean looked up toward the ceiling and called out for Cas.

"Cas! Get your feathered ass down here now!"

The sound of said feathers drew their attention to where Cas was standing slightly behind Sam.

"You needed something?"

Dean snorted, narrowing his eyes slightly, "What do you know about Verlassen Haven and the dude who runs it?"

Bobby leaned forward slightly brow furrowed, "Verlassen?... That's German for Forsaken. Forsaken Haven?"

Sam nodded but before he could say anything Castiel spoke up.

"Verlassen is a Haven for all those who seek sanctuary, no one is turned away. The owner and his sister are Natural Born's from England, and Harry is seen as a War Hero even if most of the population now looks down on him for being a Naga. For two years now they have run that bar, helping whoever they could. That Sanctuary is the safest place in the US."

All three Hunters stared at the Angel for a moment before Bobby made a small humming noise in the back of his throat. "Well… at least we have a place close by if we need to hide."

**1**So this bit was not written by me… It was written by my Lovely Wife and favorite person of all time larissalee. Go check her out on AO3, please! She's awesome!

Nathair Nimhe is Gaelic/Irish for Snake.