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Part 8 of Cultober 2025 , Part 24 of Jerk, Bitch & Brat series
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Cult of Chaos’s 2025 Cultober
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2025-10-08
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Together

Summary:

"Sammy?" Dean called out, confused and scared.

Sam could understand why. The last time they'd spoken, they'd gone their separate ways, and Dean had no intention of getting back together. In fact, Sam was surprised to hear the nickname he hadn't heard since the angels started insulting him in front of Dean. Being the Right Man didn't allow Dean to have an abomination like Sam as beloved brother.

You didn't choose your family, but you could choose to love them or not.

Notes:

Hi! Another angst/fluff for you!
Also, happy birthday to me!
Cultober, day 8:
Fluff: “As long as we’re together”
Whump: Concussion

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Sam looked around, trying to figure out where they were. 

 

"Sammy?" Dean called out, confused and scared. 

 

Sam could understand why. The last time they'd spoken, they'd gone their separate ways, and Dean had no intention of getting back together. In fact, Sam was surprised to hear the nickname he hadn't heard since the angels started insulting him in front of Dean. Being the Right Man didn't allow Dean to have an abomination like Sam as beloved brother. 

 

You didn't choose your family, but you could choose to love them or not. 

 

"I'm here," Sam nodded. "Though I have no idea where here is." 

 

"Muggles," the cold voice said, making them turn to the newcomer. "Harry Potter has Muggles as brothers." 

 

"And you're?" Dean asked, clenching his fists and stepping between Sam and the stranger. 

 

"Lord Voldemort," the snake-like figure introduced himself. "But it's not this inferior being who's in danger, not if Harry Potter follows my instructions." 

 

"Can't find him?" Sam deduced. "He's playing you." 

 

"Silence!" Voldemort exclaimed. "Harry Potter will die by my hand, and no one will question my power after that!" 

 

Dean snorted. "Dude, a kid is the biggest threat to your domain? That's pathetic. For you." 

 

Voldemort showed his teeth to both of them. "Your brother is a fool. I offered him power and riches, followers who would obey him, and he refused me." 

 

Dean made a disgusted face. "Dude, do you listen to yourself? And anyway, you're not his type. Harry likes fiery redheads." 

 

And Dean just had to go to Hell and reject Harry out of some misplaced guilt about dying to decide to give his benediction to the twins.

 

 Not that Harry would ever let Dean control his relationships. 

 

Voldemort moved his hand, and Dean flew into the wall. 

 

Sam winced. As soon as they got out of there, Dean would need to be treated for the head wound. Sam couldn't wait. 

 

*** 

 

Dean came back to his senses with a groan. "What happened?" 

 

"Oh, nothing, I just saved your butt from Voldy," Harry said, shaking his head as he moved away from Dean after checking his pupils. "Winky patched you up, but let me know if you feel like you're going to pass out." 

 

Dean nodded, looking at Harry and blinking. "You... how are you?" 

 

"I haven't been kidnapped recently," Harry shrugged. "I've been busy." He said, checking his phone, which wouldn't stop vibrating. 

 

"Your friends?" Dean asked. 

 

"More or less," Harry said, glancing at Dean before sighing. "Did Voldy say anything useful?" 

 

"Just some nonsense about making you his equal," Dean shrugged. "When did he come back?" 

 

"You were in Hell at the time," Harry rubbed his forehead. "Dean, I can't handle you at this moment." 

 

"You... shouldn't handle everything alone," Dean said. "Just tell me the plan, and I can help." 

 

"Dean..." Harry shook his head. "You don't really want to be involved in all this." 

 

"Yes, I do," Dean promised. “As long as we’re together”