Hello everyone! This is going to be my first crack at a crossover story, so bear with me, but I hope that you'll enjoy it. I plan to combine Harry Potter with the television show "Supernatural", an unlikely combo but one that I hope you will find amusing! I plan to follow the story through the perspective of Dean Winchester, written in third person. I plan to combine the plight that Harry, Ron, and Hermione are struggling through to try and find the horcruxes and Sam and Deans efforts to try and get Lucifer back in his cage.

Just as a side note, I have no claims to the Harry Potter characters (they are property of J.K. Rowling) or the "Supernatural" characters (they are property of their respective producers and writers). I merely am hoping to combine the two in a way that people will find interesting and enjoyable!


One Journey. Two Enemies. One Cause. Supernatural meet Harry Potter

Carry on my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done. Lay your weary head to rest.
Don't you cry no more.

Chapter One: When Pigs Can Fly

Dean Winchester stood leaning against his sturdy black impala in a pair of worn out jeans, a simple grey tee-shirt, and a black jacket that had an army air about it. His hazel eyes were turned towards the distance, looking at the vast array of trees that dipped into valleys before climbing back up the sides of mountains and hills. Dean gave a lackadaisical kick of the ground with his black boots before taking a sip of his favorite kind of beer. He enjoyed the taste of it as the texture slid down his throat, and the overall warmness it brought his mood.

He shifted his gaze from the mountains to the man next to him, his brother Sam, who had just taken a sip of his own beer. His dark brown hair, the same color as his own, came down in a straight curtain like style, stopping just before his chin. His stature was slump, giving off signs of defeat, but his eyes showed a fierceness in them that Dean had never seen before. There was just something about the way that Sam maintained hopeful despite all odds that made Dean admire his little brother. Sam had messed up in a major way, but Dean had made his mistakes too, and as long as the two of them maintained a united front, he figured they would find a way to make it through this.

"Where do you think Cass is?" asked Sam, shooting Dean a somewhat nervous look.

"Don't know. Thought for sure he would have been here by now." Setting the beer down on the hood of his car, Dean cleared his throat slightly. "Yo Cass," he said, shifting his gaze towards the skies. "Anytime now would be great. You know, with the apocalypse on the horizon here, there's really no time to just be standing around."

Dean kept his gaze upwards, shooting Sam a look before reaching back to grab his beer. Dean nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw Cass standing there, staring at them both in that way of his. Cass was an angel who still struggled to understand the mannerisms and customs of humans. He wore a beige colored trench coat, black khakis, and a white button up shirt, complete with a tie.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I was following up on a lead," Cass said in a particularly deep, but monotone voice.

"What lead?" Sam asked, walking around Dean so he could have a better look at Cass.

"I believe that Lucifer may be working with someone," Cass said, letting out a slight exhale at the end.

"Working with someone? What, you mean other than Demons?" Dean asked, rubbing his forehead. Dean could not imagine how things could get any worse.

"Yes, other than demons."

"Well, who? Angels?" Sam asked.

Dean gave Sam a look. Given the fact that angels, other than Cass of course, were all excited to start the apocalypse, Dean had a hard time believing that they would be working with Lucifer.

"Not angels, humans," said Cass, looking at them both in that knowing kind of way.

Sam and Dean stared at Cass as if he had two heads. There was a long silence where Dean and Sam stared at Cass, while he stared back at them.

"Well are you going to elaborate?" Dean finally asked, a trace of annoyance in his voice.

"It would be easier for me to just show you," Cass said, taking a step towards them. Before either Dean or his brother could utter a response, Cass had placed his index finger on each of their foreheads, sucking them through a kind of time portal that Dean didn't understand. Once it was over they opened their eyes, the woozy feeling Dean usually got from that kind of traveling hovering in his stomach.

"A warning would be nice," said Dean, shooting Cass a look.

"Sorry. I forget," said Cass, looking at Dean with a stern expression. "This way."

Dean and Sam followed Cass along the wooded area, Dean looking around at the area and having a hard time figuring out where they were. After all, to Dean almost all wooded areas began to look the same after a while.

"Where are we Cass?" Sam asked, almost like he was reading Dean's mind.

"Europe," responded Cass. Dean waited for Cass to elaborate, but he didn't.

"And why are we in Europe?" Dean asked, feeling like he was pulling teeth.

"To meet people that know about the person I believe Lucifer is working with in an intimate way," said Cass.

Before Dean could open his mouth to ask another question, Cass had abruptly stopped, Dean slamming into his back. Cass didn't even flinch at the sudden collision of weight into his back, and didn't even bother to turn around. Cass was staring intently at what to Dean was thin air. He turned and looked at Sam, who bore the Sam look of confusion, before turning back to try and figure out what Cass was staring at so intently.

Before Dean could get out another word a hand appeared in thin air, cut off at the wrist. Dean turned and looked at Sam who had taken a defensive step back. Cass reached out and shook the hand firmly before letting it go and taking a step back. Dean couldn't prevent his mouth from falling open as three bodies emerged from thin air.

The first one was a girl who looked to be around sixteen or seventeen, with bushy brown hair that had been tied back into a pony tail. She was thin, in a natural kind of way, but had a strong air of intelligence to her. Dean couldn't help but notice the deep circles under the girl's eyes along with a little bit of dirt on her cheeks. To her right was a lanky looking boy with bright red hair and freckles. He too looked like he was functioning off of too few hours of sleep, with his lips bunched in the middle in a look of dejection. To the girl's right stood a third boy with jet black hair and bright green eyes that were hard to miss from here. His glasses were slightly askew, and Dean couldn't help but cock his head at the scar on his forehead that was oddly shaped like a lightning bolt. Was that intention? A new form of tattoo?

"Sam, Dean," said Cass, after shaking the two boy's hands. "These are the three I was telling you about. This is Harry, Hermione, and Ron."

Dean stood there, uncertain what to do. Realizing that the four were looking at him for some kind of response, Dean took a couple of steps forward and extended his hand to the boy on the end that Cass had called Harry.

"Nice to meet you all. I am Dean, and that's my brother Sam," said Dean, shaking each of their hands. Sam followed his lead and awkwardly stepped back next to Dean once he had finished. Dean could feel the awkward look his brother was giving him.

"So Cass, you mind explaining what's going on here?" Dean asked with a nervous chuckle.

"The three have information that can be highly valuable on who is working with and helping Lucifer."

"I hope you don't take any offense to this," said Sam before Dean had a chance to respond. "But Cass, these are just teenagers. Shouldn't they be at home with their parents?"

The boy named Ron let out a scoff. "There's a dark wizard who is trying to kill hundreds of witches and wizards, and he thinks we should be at home with our parents?"

The girl named Hermione shot Ron a look that was very similar to the one Dean received from girls that he had upset by not calling them back. "Ron, they're muggles. How would they know?"

"Oh, right," replied the boy with a sheepish smile.

But Dean was too caught up in the words "witches" "wizards" and "muggles" to be concerned with the boys mistake. "I'm sorry, but what do you just call us? Muggles? What is that? Some kind of code name or something?"

"No Dean. It's the term used to describe people that are non-magical."

Dean gave Cass a blank stare. "I'm sorry, come again?"

"Dean, Sam. Harry, Ron, and Hermione are wizards."