Dean Winchester and the Book of Dreams

A Supernatural/Harry Potter Crossover

Because I couldn't find the fic I wanted, I decided to write it myself.

Made purely for my own amusement, though reviews are appreciated

Spoilers for SPN 7.01, slight Destiel

Chapter 1: From the Beginning

The warning signs should have been obvious- the lights exploding whenever he got really mad, the TV changing channels when he wasn't anywhere near the remote. Dean knew that he should not ignore evidence of any supernatural activity, his father had trained him better then that. But really, the very idea was ridiculous. He wasn't a witch. He had never consorted with demons, never asked for their demonic powers, never even wanted them. He was going to become a hunter, like his dad. Ever since he was four, that was the only option available to him. He had never even considered anything else. He certainly hadn't considered becoming the sort of thing that they hunted. So he fell into denial, justifying every strange occurrence as a freak accident, or a coincidence, or anything other then the truth. He was able to do it for years, until suddenly, the same thing started happening to Sam.

"Don't tell Dad."

Sam Winchester was six and still didn't understand why his family kept moving around, why Dean had to watch him all the time, or what all the strange symbols that Dad scribbled in his journal meant. But he knew, almost instinctively, that his father would not react well to him accidentally levitating the TV remote.

Dean stared at his younger brother in shock, mind finally accepting all the previous signs, and coming to the obvious conclusion.

Holy shit, Sam and I are freaking witches.

"Don't worry, Sammy, I won't"

Sam nodded eyes still wide with fear, and Dean remembers a brief conversation he had with his dad a few months ago.

"Hey Dad? What happens if someone has magic powers, but doesn't use them on purpose?" Dean had asked, purely out of curiosity. "Would you still hunt them?"
"Yes." John answered automatically. "If anything, the fact that they can't control their powers makes them all the more dangerous."

"Even if they weren't hurting anybody?"

"It would only be a matter of time before they did, son. There's what's human, and then there's what not. Hesitating over something like that could end up costing you your life"

It is at this moment that Dean has another sudden revelation. The two of them needed to get as far away from their dad as possible, and fast.

Dad leaves on another hunt the next day, and Dean immediately starts packing.

"Dean? What are you doing?"

He looks at his younger brother, not sure how in the hell he's going to explain that they need to go, that he's not safe here, not around Dad, not ever. "Pack your stuff, Sammy. We need to go." He says instead, looking at the ground.

"Why?"

Dean grimaced. "I- I can't explain now Sam. We just have to go."

"Without Dad?"

"Yeah. Without Dad." Dean said, stuffing a wad of bills into his pocket.

"Are we running away?" Sam asked quietly. "Is this because of me?"

Dean didn't know how to respond to that. He swallowed, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on his bag. "If we go now, it'll be a few days before Dad even notices that we're gone. Get your stuff ready."

Dean was at a complete loss for what to do. He knew that his Dad was a master hunter who could track down almost anything, while he and Sam were a couple of kids who's transportation methods were distressingly limited. They didn't have a car, and even if they had enough money for plane tickets, Dean knew that the adults would start asking questions if they used them. There was no one that he could call for help, since the only adults he knew were hunters like Dad, and would probably put a bullet in Sams skull as soon as they figured out what was going on, and the police would just call Dad, and then they'd be right back where they started. They boarded a long distance train, and whenever someone would ask where their parents were Dean would lie and say that his Dad had just gone to the bathroom before casually switching train cars.

They lasted three weeks before the local police caught Dean shoplifting just over twenty dollars worth of beef jerky.

Dean hadn't meant to give the police Bobby's name, he honestly hadn't, but they kept asking who their parents were, and he had to say something, and Bobby's name had just slipped out. And five hours later, Bobby was there, with all the proper paperwork (completely forged, of course), and the next thing Dean knew, both he and Sam were in Bobby's car.

"What the hell were you boys thinking, running off like that? Your father's been worried sick."

"You called Dad."

"Of course I called your dad, Dean, he's been looking for the two of you non-stop. He thought you had been killed, or kidnapped, or worse. Now I know that you two have had it hard- Lord knows that I'm pissed as hell that John raised you into this life, but you don't just run out on family like that."

Dean felt himself panicking, unable to think of a way to explain to Bobby that that wasn't it at all without somehow revealing the truth when suddenly Sam cried out from the back seat.

"It's not Dean's fault! He was just trying to-"

Dean realizes that Sam's about to spill the beans, so he does the first thing he can think of, and does it first.
"I'm a witch!" Dean shouts.

Bobby almost swerves into a tree in surprise. Sam gawks at Dean, and Dean suddenly realizes that he never made this confession to his younger brother before now. Whoops.

"A WHAT?" Bobby shouts as soon as he gets the car back on the road.

"I didn't mean to! I didn't say any spells or make a deal with a demon or anything, but all these weird things just sort of happened. Please, Bobby…"
"Please what?"

"Don't- don't hunt me."

Bobby slams down on the breaks. "What the Hell is the matter with you, boy? Do you really think I'd kill you because of something that you've got no control over?"

"Dad says that you have to kill things that are supernatural. No exceptions."

"Of course there are exceptions!" Bobby shouts. "You always make exceptions for family!"

Dean nodded, holding back tears. "So you think… that dad will make an exception."

The fact that Dean felt it necessary to even ask this question was enough to give Bobby pause. John Winchester was a good man, and a damn fine hunter, but he was also hard, and singularly focused on his mission of revenge against the demon who had killed his wife. It was obvious that the hunt came first, in everything he did. One look at how he had raised his boys was enough to prove that. Bobby didn't like second guessing his friend, but suddenly, he needed to make sure before he handed Dean back over to him.

"Tell you what." Bobby said, struggling to keep his voice calm. "If he won't, then I will. And I'll personally hide you from him and any other hunter that tries to hurt you."

"Sam too." Dean said suddenly. Bobby glanced over at Sam, who still looked shocked at the whole exchange.

"Sam?"

Sam looked up. "I'm a witch too."

Ah. Well, that explains that.

Bobby picked up his phone and started to dial.

"John? Its Bobby. I just picked the boys up from the police station. No, they're fine. No- Now listen, this is important. Dean and Sam- They're wizards. No, not witches, wizards, there's a difference. I've done some reading, and it turns out that some folks are just born magical. There must be some of it in Mary's family. Now I- No, I don't mean anything by it. Listen, the powers are NOT demonic, and from what I've read, they're more or less harmless. There are secret societies of wizards all over pretty much everywhere, and they mostly just keep to themselves. There is a practical city of them up in Salem, even some kind of school. Now- Stop yelling, John, I didn't tell you because it's not a problem."

Bobby paused, and Dean could hear the yelling voice of his father on the other line. Bobby suddenly got angrier then Dean had ever seen him. "There IS no hunt! Christ, John, these are your sons we're talking about."

The car was suddenly filled with deathly silence.

Bobby suddenly got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. Dean could still see him yelling at his phone through the window, and he knew that the conversation wasn't going well.

Neither he nor Sam spoke. The silence was only punctuated by the muffled sound of Bobby's argument from outside the car.

Then, abruptly, Bobby hung up. Dean catches a look of the expression on his face, and is pretty sure that this what drowning feels like.

A hundred and twelve miles away, a phone hangs up with a satisfied click. The man behind it smiles merrily, incredibly satisfied with his work. After all, as far as tricks went, this one was going splendidly. Now there were just a few extra pieces that needed to be put into place before he can sit back at watch the show.

Leaning back in his chair, the man examined the unconscious body of John Winchester. Part of him was tempted to just leave him there, with no explanation as to why his best friend had mysteriously vanished with his two sons. After all, the guy had emptied an entire clip into him before he was able to knock him out, and even though the bullets didn't actually hurt him at all, it was the principal of the matter. But then again, this was the father of two of the more interesting humans to come alone in a while, so he supposed he should go easy on the poor guy.

He gently grasped the sides of John Winchesters head and started editing his memories. By the time he was done, he would wake up believing that his wife and sons had all died in a perfectly ordinary house fire, and that he had fallen into a depression for a while but was well on the road to recovery. Once he was done, he removed his hands, grinning smugly. Now there was just one more thing that needed sorting-

As if on cue, there was a rush of wings, and he found himself face to face with the most rebellious angel in the garrison.

"Hiya, Castiel!"
The younger angel stepped back in shock. "Gabriel- You- You're dead."
"And now I'm not. You'd know all about that, wouldn't you?"
Castiel glances briefly at the ground, before getting back to business. "You're directly interfering with the Winchesters timeline. This could change everything."
"Good! Let it change! Believe me, little bro, I've got big plans for your favorite toys."
Castiel's blade is suddenly in his hand. "Set things right now, or I swear I'll find some way of killing you."

Gabriel's expression changes then, from light and mocking to downright murderous. "Oh, I don't doubt that, Castiel, I don't doubt that at all. After all, who has more experience killing angels then you?"

Castiel's eyes widen at that. "If there was anything that I could do to undo what I have done… I realize now that it was a mistake-"

"And which mistake are we talking about here? Working with a demon? Killing Raphael? Slaughtering half the garrison? Opening the gates of Purgatory and almost wiping out all life on Earth? Because I've got to tell you, Castiel, those kinds of mistakes don't get forgiven just because you're sorry."

It is easy to forget, with all of Gabriel's jokes, his pranks on hapless humans, that he is in fact one of the most powerful creatures in all of creation. Perhaps the most powerful now, with Raphael dead and Michael and Lucifer trapped in the cage. But he had never been feared like the other archangels had been, after all, he was laid back, and he never got angry.

He was angry now.

"You screwed up big time, Castiel, probably more then anyone else has, ever. So now I've got to clean up your mess. Well, by the time I'm done here, it will never have happened."

"You can't change the past like this, though!"
"I can do whatever I want! In case you haven't noticed, I'm in charge now! And hey, you and the Winchesters already proved that it was possible to change the ending so you know what? I'm rewriting the whole damn book. No apocalypse, no civil war in heaven, no damned angel massacre. The angels go back to passively watching the world, and no one knows how big of a bullet the world collectively dodged. Everybody wins!"

Castiel was stunned by Gabriel's plan. By all accounts, something of this scale shouldn't even be possible, but if anyone could pull it off, it was Gabriel.

"And Dean and Sam? They will be able to live normal lives?"
"Well, I don't know about normal, but happy? Sure, why not. I like those two idiots."

Castiel feels an almost overwhelming wave of gratefulness wash over him. What Gabriel was doing- it was more then he ever could have hoped for. "Thank you, Gabriel."

Gabriel waved it off, clearly unused to gratitude. "Hey, don't be thanking me yet. You still haven't heard what my plans for you in this are."
"Whatever punishment you decide for me, I will accept it. I- deserve no less then death."
"Oh for crying out- do you have to be so dramatic all the time? I'm not going to kill you, Castiel!" Gabriel shouted, annoyed. "I've got something much better planned."

Castiel looked up, confused, but when he saw the mischievous glint in Gabriel's eyes, a deep panic rushed through him.

This was most likely going to be quite unpleasant.

To be continued...

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