(I don't own Supernatural or Harry Potter.)
Chapter 1
"Dean, are you okay?"
It was the umpteenth time Sam had asked that question. His brother had his eyes glued to the road, and again didn't answer. Sam sighed and shook his head.
"Dean, you have got to tell me what's going on. You haven't said a word, except to say we needed to get out of Bloomsburg. That was half an hour ago."
Dean ignored his brother, then when it was obvious Sam wouldn't stop, he groaned. "This isn't our kind of hunt, Sammy—don't ask me any more, please."
"I don't believe you."
Dean cursed. "Believe what you want, Sammy, but I'm not going back there."
Sam was silent a moment, then asked, "What happened in there?"
Dean set his jaw angrily, then turned the radio up. Sam rolled his eyes, then saw something in the air.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed, pointing up in the air. Dean looked at him in shock. The car swerved. Dean looked up and saw what Sam was pointing at; three figures soared through the air atop what appeared to be broomsticks. Dean hit the brakes and they stopped suddenly, still watching as the three cloaked figures were making their way towards Bloomsburg.
"Dean, what are you waiting for?" Sam gasped, watching the figures disappear from view. "We've got to go back!"
"I can't, Sam," Dean yelled, hitting the wheel of the car. "I can't go back to that thing, even if there's three uber-psycho new age witch nut jobs back there!"
Sam stared at his brother in shock. Dean began to explain.
"What was in that house," he whispered, "I couldn't see it. But it came at me. I'm sure of it. I shot at it, but that didn't stop it. It just kept coming, and it got to me and—and started—it felt like nothing was going to be good again. And I just couldn't remember anything good, I just only remembered that ghost town, when that kid Jake killed you. I couldn't deal with it. And then, I felt like it was just ripping my soul out of me. That's when Cas came."
Sam looked in astonishment at his brother, who was shaking his head. "Don't ask me to go through it again," Dean begged. "Please, Sammy, I can't."
Sam shook his head. "Dean, it's our job to hunt this thing. Even if we can't see it, even if it hurts us, we still have to stop it from hurting anyone else."
Dean gritted his teeth and nodded, turning the car around.
