A/N: Hey, peeps. Welcome to part four. I'm very sad to say that this is the finale to the story. Yes, I was sad that it's so short, too, but it wouldn't have turned out well if I'd kept it going. I'm very happy with the way it ended, and I hope y'all will be too.

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It was well into the morning when Bobby heard Dean and Sam stirring. Unsurprising, really; those boys had been going nonstop for as long as the teenagers upstairs had been, if not longer.

The first one to make an appearance was Sam. He came wandering into the kitchen at half past eleven searching for coffee.

"'Bout time one of you idjits got up," Bobby spat lightly.

"Good morning to you too, Bobby," Sam joked right back. He approached the counter and poured a cup of coffee. "I take it nobody else is up yet."

"Not that I've noticed. But considering everything that's been happening the last few days, I'd say you're all entitled to it."

"Especially Draco and Harry. Those poor kids have taken a lot of crap, and just about all at once."

"Yep, they could do with a break."

Outside, there was a loud crash, and the wards Bobby had placed around his house started blaring.

"What the?" Bobby exclaimed as he jumped to his feet. He ran to the door as Sam took a knife to one of the many symbols Bobby had etched into one of the door posts, making the racket stop.

Bobby stepped out onto the porch, shotgun in hand, to find a pair of teenagers. "Who are you, and how'd you get on my property?" he demanded. The girl raised her hands in the air non threateningly, and the boy behind her did the same. Seeing the wooden sticks they each held in their hands, Bobby paused to look them over.

Both looked like they'd been through the wringer, if their torn, dirty clothes and wildly messy hair were anything to go by. So Bobby decided to cut them a break and ask questions before he started shooting.

"We're just looking for our friend," the girl answered. Bobby took a step back and lowered the gun just a hair when he heard her accent.

"'Bout six feet, messy black hair, green eyes?" he asked warily. The kids seemed to almost melt with relief.

"You know Harry?" the boy asked this time. His eyes lit up and a smile appeared on his freckled face.

This made Bobby comfortable enough to lower the shotgun and step back toward the door. "He's here, him and another friend of yours."

The boy turned a confused face to his friend. "Since when is Harry friends with Malfoy?"

That was how Bobby knew he could trust these kids. They gave him information about themselves and the boys without him even having to ask for it.

"Why don't you both come on in? There's no use in standing out here with your hands in the air." Both teens dropped their hands and gratefully ran for the porch steps.

"Thank you so much," the girl said as Bobby led them to the kitchen. "Sorry to drop in so unexpectedly like that. We were just trying to find Harry and didn't really have much of an idea where we would be going."

"'s alright. The boys are still asleep as far as I can tell. Haven't heard a thing from them since yesterday afternoon. By the way, I'm Bobby. This here's Sam." He indicated the young man sitting at the table with them.

"I'm Hermione Granger," Hermione introduced herself, "and this is Ron Weasley."

"You were the one Draco was talking to last night, right?" asked Sam.

"Yes, that's right." Hermione nodded, looking a bit nervous.

"Don't worry, we know about magic," Sam assured her, having seen the look on her face and correctly interpreting it.

"We know a lot about a lot of things," Dean added as he entered the room. "You friends of Harry's and Draco's?"

"Well, we're friends of Harry's," Hermione answered, cutting off Ron before he could say anything. "More like acquaintances of Draco's."

"That's putting it mildly," Ron did mutter under his breath, earning a light smack on the ear from Hermione.

"The information he gave us won us the battle," she reminded him. "We will be nice and give him a chance."

Bobby had to stifle a snigger. These two reminded him of a certain pair of brothers. He snuck a glance at said brothers, taking in their amusement at the teems.

"Did you really have to hit me on the ear?" Ron whined, bringing a hand up to the abused body part.

Rolling her eyes, Hermione stroked his hair, placating him. "You'll live, you baby." Ron smirked as he lifted his own hand to take Hermione's, lacing their fingers before dropping their joined hands on the table.

Well, maybe not quite like those idjits, Bobby amended his thought.

"Where are Harry and Malfoy?" Ron asked curiously.

"Far as we know, they're still sleeping." Bobby turned to the brothers. "You boys heard anything from the other two upstairs?"

"Nope," Dean shook his head. "Though your guess is probably right."

"I'm not surprised. Goodness knows they could use it." Bobby stood up from the counter he was leaning on and went to the refrigerator. "Late as it is, I figure it's about time for lunch. You kids are welcome to join us."

"Thank you," Hermione accepted graciously. "It's been a little while since we've had a good meal."

"So we've heard. Sam, Dean, pull your weight around here and give me a hand."

"I did that yesterday," was Dean's sassy remark.

"And you can do it again, idjit." The teenagers were a little taken aback by Bobby's gruff words and tone, but figured it was nothing unusual by the fond look on the younger men's faces.

"Come on, Dean. The sooner we get up, the sooner Bobby stops bugging us," Sam teased with a grin.

"Who asked you? Eat dirt and die," and pleasant laughter filled the kitchen.

When Draco woke up, he didn't know what time it was. The blackout curtain hanging over the window didn't allow nearly enough light to give him an idea of the time.

A glance beneath the window showed the blond that his darker-haired companion was still asleep, sprawled lazily over the entire width of the bed. It was an amusing sight, he admitted begrudgingly. Draco wondered what might have woken him, as he was sleeping deeply, when he heard laughing downstairs.

As Draco was debating whether to go investigate the merriment or get a few more hours of sleep, Harry woke up as well. Looking around blearily, the younger wizard rubbed his eyes and sat up.

"'s going on?" he slurred almost inaudibly.

"Everyone's up downstairs," Draco reported tiredly.

"Can't decide if I want to join them or pass out again."

Draco snorted his agreement, running a hand through his sleep-mussed blond locks. He was about to suggest they just go back to sleep when a different laugh drifted up to them. It was light and feminine, and to Harry, familiar.

"No way," he gasped as both boys jumped out of their beds and ran down the stairs, stopping short when they saw who was in the kitchen.

At the table, talking and laughing with the Winchesters and Bobby, were none other than Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. The boys stood in the doorway staring in stunned silence until they were noticed.

"Harry!" Hermione cried when she saw her friend. She and Ron shot to their feet to get to Harry. Both threw their arms around him in a massive hug the second they were within arm's reach of him.

Draco watched the joyful reunion with a slight pang of jealousy. He wasn't jealous of Harry in particular, but it would've been nice to have someone to welcome him with open arms the way Weasley and Granger were doing for Harry.

A hand appeared on his shoulder, and the teenager followed the length of the arm to find Dean standing next to him. Draco felt his left arm tingling and remembered the conversation he'd had with Dean a couple days ago, right before they'd left for Wyoming.

He wouldn't confess it out loud, but that talk with Dean was the most assurance he'd gotten from an adult in years, aside from Severus. That thought both saddened and comforted him. It was pretty obvious why it made him feel sad; that was self-explanatory. But it comforted Draco that there was still someone out there that cared about him now that Severus was gone. Even if it was only temporary.

To Draco's surprise, Granger let go of Harry and approached him, a hand extended. "Thank you, Draco," she said softly but sincerely. Draco graciously took her hand in his own and accepted the olive branch she'd offered.

"You're welcome... Hermione." He decided if she could put their past behind her, then he could do the same. He was rewarded with a blinding smile, which made him feel a little awkward.

An even bigger surprise was Weasley doing the same. He offered a hand and Draco accepted it. No words were spoken between the boys, but no words were needed. Hermione had already voiced what needed to be said, and anything else, their eyes said it for them.

"You boys came down just in time to eat," Bobby announced, breaking the solemn tension in the room and bringing everything back to normal.

"Good, because I'm starving," Harry said as they all gathered at the table, where the hunters had laid out fixings for sandwiches.

Once everyone had a sandwich or two, or three in Harry and Dean's cases, they all carried their plates to the living room. Dean and Sam dragged chairs in from the kitchen so there were enough seats for everybody.

Lunch was filled with pleasant conversation. The teenagers filled each other in on what had happened after Snape disappeared with Harry and Draco. There were two, though, that weren't participating as enthusiastically as the rest.

Harry and Draco were both feeling a bit lost. On one hand, England was their home. It was where they'd grown up, spent most of their lives. It's where their families were.

On the other hand, wizarding Britain was war-torn, weakened, and wounded. Voldemort and his Death Eaters had ravaged the wizarding world in more ways than one. Though they didn't show it, Draco and Harry were terrified of going back to England.

Harry didn't want to face the public after everything that had happened. One faction would praise him as the savior of the wizarding world, while another faction would slander him severely for vanishing in the middle of the battle. He was pretty sure which faction would get more press, and he really wanted to avoid the headache if he could help it.

Draco knew exactly what would happen to him if he returned to England. The masses would hear Malfoy and see the Dark Mark on his forearm and send a lynch mob after him with no hesitation. Never mind that he'd had no choice, that he was forced to take the Mark and take on the Dark Lord's orders for his family's survival. Because his father wasn't "competent" enough to follow orders. His family may be in England, but Draco couldn't bring himself to care. They'd let him down enough, and he was done.

But how do you tell a group of people, strangers that you'd barely known for three days that you would rather stay with them? That you'd feel safer in this unfamiliar world where you don't know anyone than the very country you were born and where you were raised. Both teens knew they would have to discuss this with the Winchesters and Bobby. Even if they weren't okay with taking Harry and Draco in, they could at least help them decide what to do.

Because Scotland was such a long way from Sioux Falls, Bobby agreed to let Ron and Hermione stay at the house with the rest of them. Draco and Harry gave their beds to the newcomers. Ron and Hermione weren't used to the time difference between England and South Dakota, so they tired pretty quickly. After Harry led his friends to their room, he came back downstairs to find Sam sitting in the living room by himself.

"Hey, your friends get settled in okay?" he asked when he noticed the teenager.

"Yeah, they're out." Sam nodded and went back to his reading. "Where's everybody else?"

"Bobby's in the garage working on a car, and I think Dean and Draco went outside."

"That's really surprised me. I never would've thought Draco Malfoy of all people would confide in a muggle."

"I take it Draco isn't accustomed to spending time with nonmagicals."

"He was raised to hate them, actually. But I'm glad he's trusting Dean. I think it's doing him good."

"How about you, Harry?" Sam asked, concerned. "How are you doing with everything now that it's over?"

"I'm still just trying to process it all. This has been my life since I was eleven years old. I don't even know what to do with my life now."

"What do you mean?"

Harry sat in contemplative silence for a bit, a pensive look on his face as he gathered his thoughts. "I never thought I would actually live to be seventeen," he began slowly. "Every year I was at school, something happened that only I could fix, and it nearly got me killed every single time. And to make things worse, I see in my dead teacher's memories that I have a bloody horcrux in my head and the only way to get rid of it is to die. Now, Voldemort's gone for good and I'm not dead. And I have no idea what I'm supposed to do with my life." A thought occurred to the teenager and he met the older man's eyes. "What did you think about doing after we killed the demon that killed your mum and girlfriend?"

Sam breathed a deep, thoughtful sigh. "Actually, I haven't given it a whole lot of thought, to be honest. As soon as we got back from Wyoming we immediately jumped into helping you and Draco."

Harry winced sheepishly. "Sorry about that."

"No, you don't have anything to be sorry for," Sam assured the teen. "Dean and I are plenty used to that. It's been our life since I was six months old. Don't worry about that. But to answer your question, I don't know. When Dean asked me that a year ago my answer was go back to school, finish my law degree. But now, after everything that's happened, I don't know. I'll have to talk it over with Dean, see what we want to do from here. What do you think you might want to do now that your fight is over?"

"I have no idea," Harry answered truthfully. "If you'd asked me a year and a half ago, I'd have said I want to be an auror, maybe marry Ginny, who was my sort-of girlfriend at the time. But now, after everything, especially what I learned from Snape's memories and coming here, I don't have a clue what to do now."

"Maybe you'll figure it out after you go back home. And I'm sure talking to Hermione and Ron will help you decide what you want to do, even if it's just taking some time off before getting back to the real world." When he didn't get an answer, Sam noticed Harry wouldn't meet his eyes. "What is it?"

"I'm... not sure if I want to go back," the teen confessed hesitantly. "I was abused for ten years, and then every summer from the time I was eleven until last summer when I turned 17 and left home. My school headmaster left me on my aunt and uncle's doorstep when I was a year old knowing they most likely wouldn't treat me well. And then I nearly died every year at school. The only things that might tempt me to go back to England are Ron and Hermione, and I can easily take a portkey or floo to visit them. I have no family worth speaking of, and the press is going to look at me one of two ways: I'll either be praised as a hero for saving the wizarding world, or I'll be branded a coward and deserter for disappearing in the middle of battle. It's not worth going back if that's what I have to face."

"I can't blame you there," Sam sympathized. "Have you talked to Draco about any of this?"

"Not yet," said Harry with a shake of his head. "I'm almost afraid to. I haven't known him long enough to predict what his thoughts would be on this. At least not since we've been here. This Draco is a completely different Draco than the one I grew up with. But I meant what I said about us being godbrothers. I know he and I both have less than stellar families, and after everything that's happened I can't imagine he'd want to go back to it all." The young men drifted into silence, each thinking about the words the other had said and trying to glean some kind of answer from their depths.

"I meant it too, you know," a voice startled the two in the study, and they turned to see Draco standing in the doorway, his hands tucked meekly in his pockets. Dean stood just behind the blond.

"Meant what?" asked Harry.

"What I said about us being godbrothers. Remember? I said that works for me. I meant it."

Harry was stunned by this revelation. "Really?"

Draco nodded. With a sigh, he took his hands out of his pockets and crossed the room to sit next to Harry. "You know what my family's like. The only person that would accept me after helping bring down the Dark Lord is my mother. My father wouldn't have anything to do with me, that is if he doesn't get thrown into Azkaban. Same with Aunt Bella, and the rest of the world would have me lynched just for having this on my arm." He brusquely dragged his shirt sleeve up to his elbow, revealing the Dark Mark branded on his forearm. "Never mind that I was forced to get it to protect myself and my family, and all because my father screwed up one too many times. No one will care that I didn't choose this. All they'll see is the Dark Mark and have me shipped off to Azkaban, if they don't just kill me on site. No, I don't have anything tying me back to England."

"I guess that makes two of us," Harry agreed.

"Not even Granger and Weasley?"

Harry shook his head forlornly. "We could see each other easily. All we'd need is to floo or take a portkey."

"So what do we do now? If we're not going back to England."

"You could stay here." The teens turned their heads to the other side of the room, where the brothers stood. "If you want to, that is."

Draco and Harry were caught off guard by Dean's sudden offer. "You serious?" Draco asked in disbelief.

"No, he's Dean," Harry answered Draco's question, earning a smack to the arm from the other boy.

"Not the time, Potter." Despite the admonishment, Harry was still chuckling under his breath at his own joke. "You need more sleep if you found it that funny."

"You're probably right. But really," Harry turned to Sam and Dean, "did you mean it? About us staying here."

"Yeah," Sam answered this time. "Dean and I have been talking about it for a little while, actually. If you want, you can stay with us, join us on the road. Or if you'd rather, we can get our own place and only go out on hunts occasionally. Now that we've killed the demon, our biggest reason for hunting is gone. There's no urgency anymore. We can just take hunts as we want."

"As you've already seen," Dean spoke up, "this life ain't glamourous. We see a lot of crap. But I figure neither of you are strangers to that."

"Nope. Not in the least," the boys agreed.

"The choice is yours if you want to stay with us or not," Sam assured them. "Just know that whatever you decide, we're behind you all the way."

Silence fell over the room as Harry and Draco pondered the Winchesters' offer. It was a good one, to be sure, and the boys felt they could do some good by helping the brothers on their hunts. As their eyes met, both boys knew they'd reached a decision.

Three months later

Hermione sat at the kitchen table at the Burrow. It was after lunchtime, so everyone was off doing their own thing, whether it be work or their favorite afternoon activity, which left Hermione sitting by herself.

The solitude didn't bother her though. She rather liked the peace and quiet, which was a rarity in the ever boisterous Weasley home.

As she was going through her belongings to take back to Hogwarts, Hermione heard footsteps coming down the creaky stairs. She was surprised to see her boyfriend enter the kitchen. "What are you doing in here? I thought you'd gone flying."

Ron shrugged before greeting his girlfriend with a kiss on the cheek before dropping into a chair next to her. "I was, but I felt like coming inside. It's hot outside, even when I'm flying, so I decided to come on inside." He looked over the table and saw all the pieces of parchment, books, and other odds and ends Hermione had scattered in front of her. "What are you working on?"

"Just organizing the things I want to take back to Hogwarts this term."

"You do know you have more than a week before the term starts, right?" Ron chuckled when he received a smack on the head with the parchment Hermione had in her hand.

At that moment, the fireplace roared, and green flames spat something out into the room before dying down again. Curious, the couple left the table to investigate and found a white envelope addressed to them both.

"I wonder who sent it," Run mused as he looked over the odd envelope. It wasn't made of parchment like normal envelopes.

"It's a muggle envelope," Hermione announced as she tore it open and pulled out the letter inside. "It's from Harry!"

"Read it!" Hermione did as asked and began to read aloud.

Dear Ron and Hermione,

How are the two of you doing? I hope all is well. I'm sure Hermione's already got everything packed up to go back to school.

Hermione paused as a blush colored her cheeks. Harry knew her too well.

I hope school goes well for you, Hermione, and I hope auror training doesn't kill you too badly, Ron. Just remember to pay attention to your instructors and I'm sure you'll do well.

"He's one to talk," Ron interjected grumpily, drawing a chuckle from Hermione.

Though I really can't say anything because I'm not much better. Which you know very well.

Draco and I are doing well. Dean and Sam are taking us on our first hunt. Well, our first official hunt. They don't count us helping them close the devil's gate in Wyoming as a hunt. At least Dean doesn't, and Sam, Draco, and I don't bother asking him why. We just go along with it.

Tell everyone I miss them and give them my love. Hopefully we'll get to visit sometime soon. We just have to convince Dean that portkeys are a safe way to travel and are nothing like muggle airplanes.

Just send any letters you want to write through the floo to Singer Salvage. We'll either get them next time we're there or Bobby will send them to us. I hope to hear back from you soon.

Love,

Harry

P.S. Draco says hi.

The postscript had the desired effect, as the teenagers couldn't hold in their laughter. "There's no way Malfoy said that," Ron said between chuckles.

"No, I'm sure he didn't," Hermione agreed.

"You know good and well I didn't send them any greetings," Draco groused as Harry stood up from kneeling by the fireplace.

"I know," Harry didn't deny it. Draco just rolled his eyes and turned to walk out.

"Just hurry up. Dean and Sam are ready to leave."

"Are all the bags packed?"

"Yep. We're just waiting on you." The boys walked through the house and out the back door to the waiting Impala. Harry watched as Draco rolled the sleeves of his black henley down to his wrists and breathed a soft sigh.

Draco had come a long way from the tormented boy he was just three months ago. No longer was he wearing the flashy robes that his family's wealth and status demanded, opting instead for dark jeans and long sleeve t-shirts and flannel button-downs. And though he still hid the Dark Mark from the public, Harry was glad that Draco had become comfortable enough with himself to let the tattoo show at home. Harry subconsciously rolled his own sleeves up to his elbows.

When they got to the car, they found Dean leaning on the trunk. "You guys finally done fixing your hair or whatever it is you do that takes you so long to get ready?" he grumbled lightheartedly when he saw the boys. "We're burning daylight here."

"It's only 8:00," Harry shot back. He opened the back door and he and Draco climbed in the car as Dean rounded the car to the driver's side.

"Alright, let's go." Dean cranked up the radio, blasting Back in Black throughout the car. Harry and Draco shared a smile at the man's choice of music. They were off to a good start.

A/N: I haven't read Half-Blood Prince or Deathly Hallows yet, so I don't know for sure whether or not Draco got the Dark Mark. I read that it was never specified, but I decided to give him the Dark Mark to give him a little more character conflict. Thank you so much for reading, guys. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Let me know what you think in a review. No flames or dumb comments please.