I think I'm the first person to ever write a Winx Club/Supernatural crossover. I've searched all over FanFiction and I couldn't find one!

So, I hope you enjoy this story!

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Dean pulled into Tim Hortons. He and Sam finally made it through the long line up to cross the border. Sam wasn't much help though, he fall asleep before they made it to the bridge. Since Sam was usually the one who did all the talking, Dean had a hard time convincing the guards that he's an FBI and that they didn't need to search the trunk.

Dean slammed the car door, but soon regretted it. He apologized to his 'baby' before quickly walking inside. Lucky for him, Bobby had already scratched up some Canadian money when he made a trip to Canada. Dean went inside and gazed around. He looked around and soon found that this place was a 'wait in line' store instead of a 'hot chick serves you at your table' store.

"Hi sir, what can I get for you today," A lady asked. Dean turned around and smiled. This lady was about his age with long black hair and a thin golden streak barely peeking through her curls. She was tall, but didn't look over Dean's head. She was skinny and nicely tanned.

"Umm… Yes. I would like a… double, double…? Please."

"Is that all," she asked.

Dean checked his watch. The hand just hit two thirty. 'Man, it's so early,' he whined.

He scanned the menu quickly and decided to order a bagel with cream cheese. The lady smiled and left to get the food, Dean secretly watching her butt as she walked away. He leaned back and drummed his fingers on the counter happily.

'I like this place already,' he thought while smirking.

"That would be three fifty," the cashier said once she returned. Dean dug into his pockets and pulled out a five dollar bill. She returned one fifty, the bagel and Dean's coffee then bid him good night/day. Dean left Tim Hortons with a victory smile on his face.

Another stranger entered talking on his cell phone. He stopped in mid step when his eyes fell on the cashier.

She smiled, "Hello sir."

"Hello," he replied in a careless voice.

"Could I ask you a favour," she asked.

"Like what?"

"Well you see, I'm not allowed my cell phone when I'm working and I need to make a call."

He pointed to the pay phones, "You can just use them right?"

The cashier grabbed the man's collar and pulled him right up to her face. "It's not that kind of call," she whispered in his ear. She pulled a knife from her pocket and slit the man's throat. She pulled a bowl from the counter beside her and let the blood run into it.

~SUPERNATURAL~… gets Winxed!

Dean took the spoon from stirring his coffee and placed it into Sam's mouth. The Impala was parked just outside of an inn with the two Winchester brothers sitting inside. Dean took out his phone and took a picture right before he honked the horn and startled Sam.

Sam jumped up and swatted the spoon out of his mouth with anger. "Dean," he exclaimed.

"Aww… what's the matter Sammy? Did someone wake you up from your nap," Dean asked with a teasing baby voice.

"We're not kids anymore Dean, we're not going to start that crap up again," Sam replied angrily.

"Start what up," Dean questioned.

"That prank stuff. Its crap," Sam answered.

"What, you afraid to get a little tooth paste in your shaving cream again," he teased.

Sam rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "Fine," he growled, "but just remember you started it."

"Bring it on," Dean shouted full of confidence.

Sam looked around, "Where are we?"

"A few hours outside of Gardenia, we've made it to Canada by the way," Dean answered. "What's the low down?"

"A bunch of kids were checking out a local haunted house. It's supposedly haunted by a ghost that likes to take girls and hang them in the rafters. Those kids reported a dead girl in the basement and the police took a look. There was no one," Sam replied. He cracked his neck and tossed the spoon out the window. Dean smiled and chuckled to himself. "The police think that the kids were just yanking chains, but I've read some of their firsthand accounts and they seem pretty sincere."

"Okay, so let's get over there and kick some ghost butt," Dean said while yawning.

"First we're getting a hotel room, and then we're waiting for the party to begin."

"What party," Dean asked with all his interest. Sam rolled his eyes, grabbed the duffle bag and got out of the car. "What's his problem," Dean asked himself. He stuffed the car keys into his pocket and followed Sam into the inn.

"One room with two queen sized beds please," Sam asked the man at the desk. He took the money from Sam and gave keys back. Sam said a quick thank you and headed to the stairs. Dean would rather take the elevator, but followed his brother up the stairs anyways.

"What room did you get," Dean asked.

"Room thirteen," Sam answered. Dean stopped in his tracks. Sam noticed this and turned around to talk to his brother. "You aren't afraid of the number thirteen, are you?"

Dean shook his head, "No, I'm just… umm… catching my breath. I ran a little too fast up the stairs."

"Sure you did," Sam said with disbelief. He turned back to the door. Laughing, he unlocked it and brought the duffle bag inside. Again, Dean followed his brother. He yawned and jumped down to the bed. He watched Sam pin papers and photos on the wall before slowly falling asleep.

When Dean opened his eyes, Sam was nowhere to be seen. Dean jumped up from the bed and immediately took off to look around the inn. The car wasn't gone and his shoes were still inside the room. Dean shrugged it off then walked into the bathroom. Deciding that Sam was probably using the bath room in the hallway, Dean got a change of clothes ready then locked the door.

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Let me know if you want Dark Bloom in this story. I will put any and all ideas into one of the chapters!