This is my first story that I've actually written down, so please be easy, yeah? :D

Summary: There is a secret agency of supernatural creatures. John, Bobby, Dean and Sam are captured by them but are they in danger or does the society just need their help?

Warnings: violence, malexmale (erotic), malexfemale (non-erotic) foul language, etc. etc..

Rating: R-ish.. M?

Pairing: Dean/Hadrian, Sam/Ginny

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Harry Potter.

"Dean! Dean, wake up!" A voice hissed close to the sleeping man yet said male simply groaned and rolled his head to the side, showing no other signs of awakening.

"Dean, ya igit! Wake up!"

The loud voice startled the man awake, hazel eyes shooting open and looking around the metal room in confusion. All four walls were metal, a single door with a keypad slightly above the door handle and a long metal table in front of the four. Dean then looked to his sides, seeing his dad; John, brother; Sam and family friend; Bobby strapped to chairs and that was when he realized that he was as well.

"What the hell?! This isn't the hotel room!" The others in the room looked at him as if he were crazy then Sam muttered 'Duh.' softly, snorting.

"Wait, dad?!" Dean shouted in surprise, staring wide eyed at his dad who was trying to squeeze his hand out of the tight metal restraints. John looked up and smiled slightly at his oldest son, nodding his head.

"How you been, Dean?" John asked quietly, his attention now on his sons. Dean shrugged slightly and frowned, looking at his dad closely. The man was obviously not dead but then why had he been avoiding them.

"Where have you been, dad?" Dean asked, ignoring the question to fire one back. John opened his mouth to reply to the question when single door opened, a man walking in followed by a woman. Dean looked closely at the man, he had a cute button nose and full pink lips, dressed in loose, baggy black pants with several pockets and a tight white tank top that hugged his lean, curvy body and thick black boots that came up to his knees. His long black hair was up in a pony tail at the back of his head, and ended just above his butt. His emerald green eyes were lined thickly in black that contrasted against his pale skin. Despite the fact that Dean had never found any male attractive, he had to admit, this one was.

Sam, however, was looking at the woman. Her red head was also in a ponytail but it ended just below her shoulders, the red hair making her pale skin stand out as well as her freckles. She was dressed similarly to the man, her shirt just as tight, hugging her breasts firmly.

Dean made a strangled noise in the back of his throat that caught the others attention, looking to where Dean was looking and gapped openly. On top of the short man's head were two large furry dog ears that laid limply against the sides of his head, ending at his jaw, (A.N.- Think Cockier Spaniel. xD) that twitched occasionally, behind him a thickly furred tail swayed lazily.

The door shut behind them once they were stood in front of the table, the man's emerald green eyes staring into their own one by one.

"The Winchesters. And, of course, Bobby Singer. We've been tracking you for quite some time now," the man began, his soft tenor echoing in the small room, though it did nothing to relax the tied up men. "I am Agent Potter, this is Agent Weasley. We are a part of a secret agency called The SPN, or The Supernatural." He motioned to himself then the woman, who nodded her head in a greeting, ignoring how the men tensed at the mention of the supernatural. The man, Agent Potter, interlaced his fingers in front of him, his body somehow tense but relaxed at the same time.

Dean gave a goofy smile, leaning forward slightly to simply hide his nerves. He had never liked cops and he supposed this two were somewhat similar to them. Of course, being strapped down like so made him even more nervous and on edge. Agent Potter looked to Dean, making the tied up man's grin grow. Potter simply raised a brow at the hunter, his lips quirking slightly. Sam, however, decided he would not be quiet and immediately started with the questions.

"Why are we here?! What do you want with us?!" He growled at the agents, his hands tightened into fists as he glared. Though no one else spoke up, Sam knew his family was agreeing with his questions.

Agent Potter chuckled softly at his rapid questions, Agent Weasley grinning at the tall man from where she stood.

"You four, Sam Winchester, are here because…" he paused, his eyes narrowing dangerously and darkening in anger.

"Because of you four, hundreds of creatures have died for no reason. And because of this… You four are to be executed by night fall."

The room was silent.