Prologue

Harry walked back to the shrieking shack, where he was staying temporarily whilst reaping in the wizarding world. He had used his time away from the brother's well, having borrowed several books from the book shop in Hogsmeade. A store which he swore blind hadn't been there when he was alive. Still, he had used the books and now had a better handle on his magic. He was ready to return to America to try and find Sam. Well, he would return when he finished his quota here in England. Maybe after doing a little sightseeing.

Harry jumped when someone coughed behind him, making him drop the book he had borrowed that day (he had every intention of returning them—one day.) Behind him stood Hank, looking serious for once.

"Hank? What's up? Has something happened?" Harry asked, bending down to pick up his book.

"It's the Winchesters'."

"What's happened? Is Sam all right? Dean?"

"Sam's fine."

"But what about Dean? You never said Dean was okay."

"They were in a car crash."

"How is Dean? Why aren't you telling me?" Harry shrilled, making Hank wince at the sound.

"I didn't think you liked Dean."

"But Sam loves him! Sam will be killed if Dean dies. I saved his ass once, I'll damn well do it again."

"You can't." Hank said, walking over to Harry, who clutched the book to his chest protectively.

"Why not? What's happened?" Harry asked, looking up at Hank with wide eyes.

Hank sighed and lead Harry back to the house. "The crash wasn't an accident."

"What!" Harry shrieked, making Hank wince once again. Harry growled under his breath and Hank rolled his eyes as he walked through the door into the Shack.

"The crash was caused by a demon."

"It was that bastard Azazel wasn't it! That yellow-eyed freak! I hate him!"

"You cannot do anything."

"Who says? I'm gonna castrate the little bastard. The only one who is allowed to touch Dean and Sam Winchester in any way is me! I have Dean's soul, it's mine!"

"Harry."

"Don't Harry me!" Harry shrieked, glaring at Hank, who just stared at him sympathetically, which just made Harry feel even angrier.

"Harry." Hank said with a sigh.

"What."

"Dean's in a coma. Azazel didn't have anything to do with it."

"A demon did crash into them though, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I want it's ass now!" Harry hissed, throwing himself onto a tatty couch, a cloud of dust appearing around him at the effort.

"What about the Winchester's."

"What about them? He's in a coma, I can't help him."

"He's wandering. It's only been an hour at most. He doesn't realise he isn't awake yet. Someone needs to lead him on. That is why I am here."

"But I can't."

"Dean Winchester will be your last soul to reap, I can understand you reluctance to take his soul."

"No. He can't die. Can't we do a swapsy?"

"Not again. One person has already died for Dean Winchester. Another cannot."

"It's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair sometimes Harry."

"Fine. Come on then, let's go."

"Do you wish to take anything?"

"No, I'll leave it here. No one comes here anymore. I can always appear back if I should need anything."

"Come then. I'll take you to Dean."

"Are you sure he can't live?"

A/N – So, I'm back with a very short chapter I'll admit. This season was always a tweak bit darker, and I'll admit I have had plans of how I was going to write the next chapter since I began this. So tell me what you think and the next chapter shall be up pretty soon.