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."

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Dean's mouth hung open awkwardly for a couple of moments before a burst of laughter came out. He bent over at the waist, the violent sobs that usually come with hysterical laughter prohibiting him from moving or speaking. He could feel all of their eyes on him, including Sam's, who had taken a couple of steps forward to place a hand on his shoulder.

"Dean, pull yourself together," he whispered so only Dean could hear him.

With all the effort he could muster Dean pulled himself upright so that he could look at all of them. Wiping the tears from his eyes with the back of his right hand, he gave an apologetic gesture with the other.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to burst out laughing, but, WHEW that was funny Cass. Now, why don't you tell us who they really are."

"This is no joke Dean. They are wizards that are capable of doing magic."

"Uh-huh. And I'm a fairy princess, what's new," said Dean, all traces of laughter gone.

"Dean, maybe we should hear them out," said Sam, giving Dean that "give them a chance look."

"Alright, alright," said Dean.

"Would you mind?" Cass asked Hermione.

"You don't suppose the ministry will know, will they?" Hermione asked Harry.

"I doubt they're concerned with keeping muggles in the dark given the number of muggle places they've attacked recently," said Harry with an annoyed expression.

Hermione gave a little nod. "Alright, I can do that." Dean watched as the girl reached into her pocket and pulled out what looked like a long, thin stick with intricate carvings around the bottom of it. Trying to stop another burst of laughter from coming out of his mouth, Dean raised his right hand to cover his mouth.

Hermione took a couple of steps towards a pretty decently sized rock and pointed the stick at it. Giving it a little flick while muttering some words that Dean didn't understand the rock began to levitate...off the ground. Dean removed his right hand from his mouth and stared at the rock as the girl began to move it higher and higher stopping it when it was right in the middle of them all. Harry and Ron were staring at him and Sam with looks of amusement on their face.

"Uh...wow," Sam said from next to him. "Who knew, huh?"

"Yeah, who knew," returned Dean lamely. "So, uh, what other things can you do exactly?"

Hermione gave the wand another flick and the rock crashed back to the ground. "We can do lots of things with magic, but You-Know-Who can do a lot of scary things and powerful things."

"You-Know-Who?" Sam asked, his brows furrowing.

"You-Know-Who is the man whom I believe is working with Lucifer. We can't say his actual name. They've put a curse on it," chimed in Cass with a stern look.

"Okay, well, what is You-Know-Who working with Lucifer for?" Sam asked.

"My guess is immortality. Being an angel, I believe he thinks Lucifer can give him the immortality that he has always been looking for."

"But Lucifer isn't Death. He can't just stop someone from dying," said Dean, staring at Cass.

"Actually...Lucifer could do numerous things to stop Death from getting the man if he feels he could be an asset."

"Well, that's just great," said Dean, angered disbelief filling his whole body. "Could things possibly get any worse!"

"Maybe we can go and talk about this in a safer place," said Hermione, looking directly at Cass.

"But Hermione, the Death Eaters are waiting outside. And not all six of us can fit under the cloak," said the red-head named Ron.

"You said that you can just take people to places right?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, I can. I don't know if I'll be able to get through your shield or not, but I can try."

"Well you were able to get through this one, so I figure you'll be able to get through that one. Just follow us," said Hermione, taking a step back. She disappeared again, causing Dean's mouth to fall open before returning with a purple purse in her one hand.

"We will," said Cass, moving so he was standing in between Dean and Sam. Dean shot Sam a look, and could tell that Sam was feeling just as lost and confused as he was.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione took hands, and Dean watched as Hermione turned and they all disappeared. Dean shot a look at Cass who seemed entirely unphased.

"Here we go," said Cass, placing an index finger on each of their foreheads.

The next thing Dean knew they were standing in a rather dusty and broken down looking house. Out in front of them stretched a long hallway with a doorway at the end of it. Right in front of them, to the left slightly was a staircase that as Dean looked up winded around. Looking back down he spotted the three kids standing at the end of the hallway.

"Come on down to the kitchen. Kreacher has fixed us dinner," said Hermione with a little smile.

Dean followed Cass and Sam down the hallway, staring at the large emerald sheet that had been thrown over something. Curious Dean reached out to touch it but was stopped by a hand on his wrist.

"Wouldn't touch that if I were you. She's a bit grouchy and not a fan of muggles."

Dean turned and looked at the red-head who had that sheepish grin on his face again. "We want to take her down but she was the owner of the house and whatever magic they've used to keep her portrait up just won't budge."

"Wait, she's a painting?" Dean asked, staring at the kid in disbelief.

"Uh, yeah. See the portraits and pictures in the magical world aren't like normal ones. You see, they can move and talk and stuff. I'll show you one of someone whose a little more friendly."

With that Ron turned and led them down the hallway and to the left, through another small door, and down a set of stairs into what Dean assumed was the kitchen. Sam was now in deep conversation with Cass, Hermione, and Harry. Ron had walked over to grab plates from the cupboard before giving something down by his knee a little pat on the shoulder.

Dean looked down to see what it was and jumped. Noticing his reaction the creature turned to look at him, and boy was it ugly. It was about the size of a three year old child, but had long pointed ears and a pointed nose that kind of curved downwards. It moved its lips so that it was in a little smile.

"Welcome, welcome," it said, gesturing with a hand the size of a baseball glove that he could come in.

"Don't be alarmed," said Hermione, looking at him with a soft smile. "That's Kreacher. He's a house elf."

Dean looked at the girl then back at the small creature in front of him. "Uh...nice to meet you," he said, choosing a small wave gesture of hello over shaking the things hand.

Dean slid into the chair next to Sam, which happened to be across from Ron, and let out a little sigh.

"Can I get you something to drink?" the house elf asked Dean.

"Uh, yeah. You got any whiskey?"

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The house elf gave a simple nod and the next thing Dean knew a bottle of whiskey and a small glass was sitting on the table in front of him. Wasting no time Dean pulled off the cap, poured a bit of his beverage of choice into his glass, and took a swig. He smiled as the oh too familiar burn slid down his throat and into his chest. Dean made a little "ahh" sound before he noticed that the three kids were staring at him.

"You'll understand when you're older," said Dean before returning a "what" look to Sam's stare of disbelief.

"So, who exactly is this You-Know-Who character?" Sam asked, trying to relieve the tension that Dean had no doubt caused.

"He's basically one of the most powerful wizards in the entire magical world," said Hermione, taking a bite out of the small pot pie in front of her. Dean had been so concentrated on his whiskey that he hadn't even noticed the food. In all honesty, a good whiskey beat out food any day of the week.

"And what exactly is he after? Complete domination?" Sam asked.

"Basically," said Hermione with a little shrug. "He's found a way to sort of make himself immortal, but still beatable. We believe he wants to wipe out the entire muggle world...that or make them slaves to the witches and wizards of the world."

"Well that definitely sounds like something Lucifer would enjoy," said Dean, pouring some more whiskey into his glass.

"Yes, it does, which is why I believe that the two are working together. If Lucifer could get all the demons teamed up with all the wizards fighting under Voldemort, they would have a very difficult army to beat."

"I always thought Lucifer would fly solo though," said Sam, taking a bite out of his own pot pie.

"I believe that will ultimately be his goal, but for now he sees You-Know-Who as an asset."

"Great, so now we have loads of demons mixed with angry wizards that can do things by saying words and swinging sticks. This just keeps getting better and better," Dean muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

"So, how exactly are you going about beating him?" Sam asked, choosing a more constructive route than Dean.

"We believe that he had split his soul and put the pieces into various objects that have importance to him. If we destroy the object, then we kill the piece of his soul," said Hermione.

"He's split his soul seven times, and so far we've destroyed two of them. We have the third, but they're very difficult to destroy. We still haven't found the object that is powerful enough to do it," said Harry.

Dean looked at the kid and realized that the boy shared the same kind of tired and exhausted look that Dean had, but there was a hopefulness to him that mirrored Sam's eyes. It was almost as if the kid was the two Winchesters pushed into one being.

"Alright, so what do you need to destroy them?" Sam asked. "I mean, you've destroyed the other ones...can't you use the same thing?"

"The problem is that the first horcrux Harry destroyed, he used a basilisk fang, but we don't have one of those. Dumbledore destroyed the second one, but we're still not entirely sure how," said Hermione, before shoving another bite of her pot pie into her mouth.

"So, uh, what's your story?" Ron asked, not bothering to swallow before he did so.

Sam turned to look at Dean, who had quickly shoved another swig of whiskey into his mouth.

"Long story short, basically I let Lucifer out of his cage, and now he's ready to have a show down with his brother Michael, basically wiping out all of mankind."

The three kids stared at Sam as if he had just grown a third head.

"Wait, you mean Lucifer, as in the devil?" asked Harry.

"Yes, that one," said Sam, grabbing the whiskey bottle in front of Dean and taking a swig from the bottle. Hey, at least Dean was courteous enough to use a glass.

"Well...that's quite...wow. And how exactly do you plan to stop an angel?"

"Well that's the million dollar question isn't it?" said Dean with a dry laugh. "What we're trying to do is throw Lucifer back in his cage."

"And how do you do that?" asked Ron.

"We have to get the rings of the four horsemen, then somehow convince or trick Lucifer to jump back into his cage," said Dean with a "how easy is that?" smile.

Hermione stared at Dean with a look of disbelief. "We're screwed...we're well aware," said Dean.

"No, I just didn't think anyone could possibly have a harder task than the one we have," said Hermione. "I mean the Horcruxes could be anything, and we are still kind of grasping at straws here to try and figure out what they are and where we can find them."

"We have two of the horsemen's rings, but we'll need the other ones. Maybe with all of us working together, it can make this easier," said Sam with a hopeful smile.

"I know that Lucifer has sent demons looking for the three of them. Perhaps they would be safer under our protection," said Cass.

"But they're muggles," said Ron, looking at Dean and Sam with an apologetic smile.

"Yes, but it sounds like they're just as involved in this as we are. And besides, we've never dealt with demons before. We could use their help," said Hermione.

"I agree," said Harry with a firm nod. "The more heads we have together on this, the quicker we can find those horcruxes and the quicker we can stop Voldemort."

"It uh sounds like from what Cass has told us that you guys are working on a timeframe here. When is this showdown between Michael and Lucifer?" asked Ron.

"Three months," said Cass.

Their mouths fell open slightly and Dean gave them another award-winning smile.

"Well, we better get cracking then. Since Voldemort isn't going anywhere anytime soon I think we should help them with the horsemen situation," said Hermione, looking at Harry for approval.

"I agree. So, where's the next horseman?"

"The next horseman we're looking for is pestilence," said Sam.

"Who?" asked Ron with a confused expression.

"The horsemen of sickness and disease," said Hermione, slight disbelief in her voice. "That could be...challenging."

"Nothing like a little sickness to brighten your day," said Dean with a smile before lifting his glass, and taking another swig.

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In all of his life Dean could never think of a time when he had so many people crammed into his Impala. Sam was sitting shotgun to him, while Ron, Hermione, Cass, and Harry were sitting in the row directly behind him, crushed in like sardines. Cass had wanted to do his little forehead touch thing that he had done before, but in all honesty Dean would like to be able to go number two again sometime in this lifetime. And besides, Dean was missing his pride and glory; the only woman he needed.

"So are we sure that Pestilence is in this town?" Hermione asked from the back seat.

Sam had pulled a large map out from the glove box and laid it across his lap along with a newspaper article that had caught their attention. The article featured a little hospital known as the Serenity Valley Convalescent Home, that served as both a hospital and a nursing home. The article caught their attention because of the reported number of sick people.

When Sam first told Dean about the place Dean stared at Sam as if he was an idiot.

"Uh, Sam. Forgive me for pointing out the obvious, but it's a hospital. Sick people are generally the only ones in hospitals."

"Yes, I know that. But this article is saying it's not just that they're sick, it's what they're sick with. Look, this woman died of phenumonia, chicken pox, and this rare virus that you only get from a special kind of tropical fruit that's grown in Africa. Another one died from yellow fever, a cold, and Japanese encephalitis."

Dean furrowed her brows. He didn't even know what that last one was, but it sounded awful. "Alright, let's go check it out then."

So off they were, all crammed in Dean's baby, traveling down the highway road.

"I am about 90% sure," said Sam, turning back to look at Hermione. "People just don't die of all those diseases at once."

Dean saw Hermione give a little nod in the rearview mirror. "And how do we plan to beat him?" Hermione asked.

"We never really have a plan. We just work with the moment," said Dean with a little chuckle.

"Maybe we could stun him with a jinx or something while they grab the ring?" suggested Harry. "Will our spells work on him?"

"I don't know. Our normal methods don't really do anything against him, and we are all susceptible to his influences," replied Cass, who had been staring out the window with intense concentration for the last hour.

"Oh good," said Ron with heavy sarcasm.

"You know, there's still my suggestion," said Dean quietly to Sam.

"Dean, no. We've been through this. That is not an option."

"You won't gain anything by saying yes to Michael Dean," said Cass. "Michael is still a lead angel in heaven, and he still isn't concerned with whether or not humanity survives this."

"What do you mean he shouldn't say yes to Michael?" asked Hermione, looking at Dean's reflection in the rear view mirror.

"Dean and I are Michael and Lucifer's vessels," said Sam, not taking his eyes off the map on his lap.

"Their vessels? You mean, they can inhabit your bodies?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, but in order to do that we have to say yes to them," replied Sam.

Hermione gave a gentle little nod of the head. "So Sam you're Lucifer's vessel?"

Sam gave a little nod, but chose not to speak. Dean couldn't blame him. Their entire lives Dean and Sam had been fighting something that had been determined before either of them were even old enough to understand English. Now, they were meeting the grand finale and while they were just as united as they had been when they were little, and just as helpless as they had been before. Dean was tired of fighting battles that seemed hopeless, and he was tired of having false hope. For once in his life he wanted to take the easy route, but of course, that was not an option.

"Take this exit," Sam said, breaking the long silence.

Dean quickly turned off the exit, following the road for a couple of miles before it led them into an almost city-like scenario. The sign to the facility was so small that Dean nearly missed it. They had been traveling down the road for thirty or so miles, and Dean had just gotten into a rhythm of it. Quickly, Dean swerved into the parking lot, before jerking into the first open spot he saw.

Dean looked in his mirror to see Ron, Hermione, and Harry looking slightly disheveled while Cass sent him a death stare.

"You might consider being more gentle with your driving," said Cass as they climbed out.

"So, we think he's in there somewhere?" asked Sam, looking up at a blinded window.

"There's one way to find out," said Dean with a little smirk.

Before anyone could stop him Dean had taken off, and was heading towards the door to the hospital. The others quickly followed him throwing the automatic doors and all stopped as soon as they took two steps into the place. It smelled like death...literally. Dean couldn't help but choke/gag as he saw an old lady sitting down sneeze, the green slime from her nostrils hanging on her face like chandeliers on a roof.

"Oh my..." started Hermione, turning to look at an old man who was covered in some kind of fungus.

"Is any of this stuff contagious?" Ron whispered to Hermione.

Hermione gave a gentle shrug of the shoulders. "So, what now?" she asked Dean.

Dean turned around to look at Cass. "Alright Cass. Work your mojo. Is he in here?"

Cass was quiet for a couple of moments before he looked at Dean. "He's on the fourth floor."

"Alright, let's go."

With that Dean was walking again, trying not to vomit as they passed an old woman covered in boils that were starting to ooze something that Dean did not want to analyze too thoroughly. They all climbed into the elevator, the doors closing and locking in the smell of the oozing woman that had clearly just stepped out of them.

"I think I'm going to be sick," muttered Sam, sharing the same terrified and repulsed look that Dean himself was sporting.

"The quicker we get that ring, the quicker we can get out of here."

The doors swung open on the fourth floor and the group piled out. Somewhat to Dean's surprise a dead old guy was lying on the ground in front of him, flies starting to circle his body. Hermione let out a little gasp at the sight, her hand flying up to cover her mouth.

"That's just nasty," said Ron, taking a step back.

"You better get your little, uh, stick things out," said Dean, eyeing the three of them as he pulled out his knife.

"You're using a knife?" said Hermione.

"It's a special knife," said Dean with a little shrug.

They had only taken two or three steps towards an open door to a hospital room when a nurse came walking towards them.

"Hi. Can I help you all with something?" she asked in a sweet voice.

"Well, we were just..." started Hermione, put Dean cut her off.

"Where's pestilence?" Dean asked.

"He's been expecting you," the girl said, blinking that her eyes were a midnight black color.

"What is that?!" muttered Ron in a concerned voice.

"That would be a demon," said Dean with a little smile. "Welcome to our lives."

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The woman in front of them stared at the three children with an amused expression. "What are you gonna do. Poke me with a stick?" she taunted them.

Ron got a look of annoyance on his face at the insult. "Actually we're going to send you flying down the hallway."

"Uh-huh. Sure you are," she said, giving him a please kind of look before turning her focus back to Dean and the others. "I suppose you three somehow think you can take down pestilence?"

"You know us. We shoot big," said Dean with a little smirk.

The demon couldn't help but chuckle at them. "Oh, you guys are just too much. Well, there's no need for any unnecessary violence. He's right through that door, and he's just so happy you're here."

Dean turned to look at Sam who was glaring at the demon with loathing.

"I can't help but notice that you aren't looking too juiced up these days Sam. What's the matter? Can't find any demons to suck on?" asked the demon.

The three kids had shot Sam a look of confusion, but luckily they wiped it off their faces before the demon chick noticed. Dean, who had grabbed a hold of the back of Sam's shirt made a throat clearing noise to try and clear the tension.

"Well, as enjoyable as this conversation is, we'd like to go see pestilence."

"Oh you can see him. Once you make it through me."

Before Dean had a chance to comment back the demon chick was flying through the air, smacking into the wall at the end of the hallway before falling unconscious. Confused, Dean looked to see Hermione with her wand sticking out straight in front of her, an angry expression tainting all her pleasant features.

"Sorry to stop the chit-chat, but there's more important things to be doing than spending all this time chatting with her," said Hermione, more to Dean than anyone else.

"Really boys. Was it necessary to send my partner flying across the room like that?"

Dean turned his head to see a man of a tall and thin stature leaning up against the door frame of the room next to them. He had on spectacles, like those you would expect to see Sherlock Holmes wearing, and was sporting the full doctor get up. In Dean's opinion the guy looked like he would be your therapist, not the creator of all diseases and illness.

"She said we had to get through her to get to you, so..." said Dean with a little shrug of the shoulders.

"She just enjoys picking a fight is all. Really, it's quite my honor to have you here. After all, I've heard the damage that you've done to my brothers," he said, pushing himself off of the door frame. "It seemed only appropriate that I get to see the people that were able to bring them down."

"Oh, and why is that?" asked Sam.

"So that I can get some revenge for them."

With that they all fell to the ground, agony spreading through their entire bodies. Dean had pulled his legs up in the fetal position, his teeth clenched from the excruciating pain that was traveling through his entire stomach. He managed to look over to see Sam and Cass in a similar position, while he heard the three kids behind him groaning from the pain that he was sure was similar to what he was experiencing.

"Really, what did you two think you were going to be able to do? Bring along some kids with sticks and an angel and somehow you all will be able to beat me?" asked pestilence in mock disbelief.

The next thing Dean knew Pestilence was down next to him, his hand resting on top of Dean's forehead. "You know Dean, things would be so much simpler if you were gone. Then, Michael would have no vessel and Lucifer would be able to walk."

"Last time I checked, his current vessel wasn't looking so good," muttered Dean through the pain.

"Oh Dean. Surely you're not running on the belief that your dear brother isn't going to cave and say yes to Lucifer?"

Dean shot Pestilence the nastiest look he could muster through the pain.

"But no worries Dean. You see, I've concocted the nicest little illness for you and your friends. You see it keeps you in just enough pain that you can't do anything, but at the same time it won't kill you! See, even I am capable of finding the loopholes in guidelines and regulations."

"Whose guidelines?" asked Sam, a fresh burst of agony playing across his face.

"Well Lucifer's of course. For some reason unbeknownst to myself, he doesn't want me killing Dean. Now leaving you alive, that's completely understandable, but I haven't the slightest idea why he wants me showing mercy to your brother."

"Hey Pestilence," came Harry's voice from behind Dean.

"Yes little boy?" he said with a gentle eye roll.

Harry gave a forceful flick of his wand, sending Pestilence smacking into the wall behind him. Pestilence, while he looked completely unharmed by the action was completely taken off guard. Before he could get up and retaliate against the boy Cass had grabbed onto his wrist, and with one foul swoop brought the knife down on the man's fingers. Pestilence screamed out in pain, Cass scooping up the ring, which was still attached to the finger, and giving it a little turn.

Instantly all the pain that Dean had been experiencing had stopped. Dean looked over at Cass who had gotten to his feet and was glaring at Pestilence.

"Oh, if only he'd let me kill you," mutter Pestilence, who was holding tightly onto the nub that was his finger. "But let me just tell you this boys, just because you've got my ring doesn't mean the damage I have planned won't still happen."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" asked Dean, grabbing hold of Pestilence's neck in a threatening manner.

"Guess you'll just have to wait and see. Besides, there's nothing I love more than a good surprise."

With that Pestilence had vanished, leaving Dean's hand completely empty. Dean turned around to look at the others. "Well that went well."

"What do you think he's got planned?" asked Hermione.

"Not sure, but whatever it is, it can't be good," said Sam with a grim smile.

"At least we got the ring," said Harry with a little shrug.

"Yeah...three down, one to go," said Dean, taking the ring from Cass and shoving it into his pocket.

"Who is the next horsemen?" asked Hermione.

"Death."

How do you manage to make me wanting
more chapters at the end lf every chapter? Awesome chapter!

Ooh! I love this FF! Allie, you are an amazing writer I can't wait to read more!

I am glad you are enjoying it so much!

Aww thanks Mansa

There was silence in the hospital as the three kids stared at Dean as if he'd just spoken another language. Dean stared back at them, shifting uncomfortably from being under their focused gaze.

"Um...and how exactly are we to get a ring from Death seeing as he's Death in all?" asked Ron.

"Haven't gotten that far yet," said Dean, stepping past the kids and back through the door they had come from.

By the time that the group had made it out of building and back to his Impala Dean could feel the panic inside him rising. How were they supposed to get the ring from death? I mean, the man was death after all. Dean climbed into his car, waiting for the rest to file in before he started to pull out of the driveway.

"So, where are we off to now?" asked Sam, looking at Dean with a somewhat confused expression.

"I guess we'll head back to Bobby's and start to do some investigative work. See if we can't track down where death is," said Dean with a little shrug.

"Well, while you guys are doing that perhaps we could work on finding out what we need to destroy the horcruxes," said Hermione.

"Yeah, sure. I know we're muggles and all but anything we can do to help we will," said Sam, giving them a reassuring smile.

"Thank you," said Hermione.

The car rode in silence as they traveled along the road, Dean focusing on the vast fields they passed along the sides of the road as they got closer and closer to Bobby's. Dean wasn't sure if he should be concerned or relieved that this whole witches and wizards thing wasn't making him as uneasy as he thought it would. Was it normal that he wasn't concerned? Was it normal that he wasn't even really all that surprised anymore? Dean bit is lip slightly, knowing that he was far from normal but after all he'd seen in his life it was hard for him to be normal.

Dean pulled the impala into the gravel driveway that was enclosed by rusted car and cars parts that Bobby kept in his yard. Bobby was sitting in his wheelchair in front of his red picnic table, a book laid out in front of him. He had looked up upon their arrival, his eyes taking a concerned look when he spotted the three kids.

"Hey Bobby. This is Hermione, Ron, and Harry," said Dean, giving them an introduction with a casual wave of the hand.

"And who are they?" he asked, rolling his wheelchair over so that he was in front of them.

"Wizards," said Dean with a little grin.

"Uh-huh," said Bobby, waiting for him to tell him the truth.

"I uh, am not kidding," said Dean, bending down and pulling a beer out of Bobby's open cooler.

"Well...uh, nice to meet you all," said Bobby, giving them a little smile.

"Nice to meet you," the three of them said back, basically at the same time.

"So, we need some help tracking down death and they're going to work on tracking down what they need to destroy this horcrux things," said Dean, enjoying the beer as it went down his throat.

"Well, I have tons of books in the house. Not sure if they'll be of any use, but you're welcome to use them," said Bobby.

"Thank you," Harry said.

"Why don't you take them inside Sammy. We'll be in in a minute," said Dean.

"Yeah, yeah sure," said Sam, leading the three kids inside. Dean waited until the door was closed before he turned to Bobby.

"So, care to explain everything?" Bobby asked.

"Apparently Lucifer is teaming up with this powerful wizard that those three kids are supposed to take down."

"Really?"

"Yeah," said Dean. Cass had been standing by the car, his eyes zoned out in thought.

"Well...can we help them at all?"

"I have no idea. We're kind of weak and unknowledgeable about the things they're facing so I don't know."

Bobby took a swig of his own beer. "Well, did you have any luck with Pestilence?"

"Yeah, we got his ring, but there was something he said before he disappeared that has me nervous."

"What'd he say?"

"He has a surprise for us, or something along those lines."

"Well, that can't be good."

"Nope," said Dean. "Any idea what he could mean."

"Well, from what I dug up while you guys were out was that this major medical business had just dropped off a large shipment of something to the hospital right before those people started to get sick."

"Okay," said Dean, feeling like Bobby was about to say something worse.

"And it looks like the business is about to make a couple of more large shipments throughout the state tomorrow."

"Oh good," said Dean, taking another swig of his drink.

"Looks like death will have to wait," said Bobby.

"I can't believe I'm bummed about that," said Dean with a grim smile before pulling another beer out of the cooler.

Awesome chapter!

Last update 15 JUN 2011