A Thousand Kinds of Crazy

A/N: All I'm going to say is... Trust me.

This is going to be the weirdest crossover you have EVER read... Good luck! I really just started writing his for fun, and I ended up loving it lol, so yup, here we go!

Everyone gets pretty drunk throughout this fic, so you can expect some odd outbursts and soe OOC (out of character) moments, but its all in the name of a good story.


Chapter 1:

The good kind of sick

"Dude are you sure were heading in the right direction?" Dean asked in an unsure voice. His feet were killing him, and if they had to turn around for directions one more time he was going to kill his little brother.

"Yeah," Sam replied, "we should actually be there by now."

In all honesty, Sam was feeling just as lost as Dean, but he couldn't let him know that. They were on their way to some party that this kid named Neville had invited them to. Parties were more of Deans thing, but according to Neville, this would be nothing like either of them had ever experienced.

"So how do you even know this kid? What was his name anyway, Norton? Nelly? I mean come on Sammy! He sounds like a total asshat!" Dean shouted, obviously flustered from the long trip.

"Just trust me alright! He helped out with this hunt once. And his name is NEVILLE god dammit!"

"Well with a name like Neville…" Dean was cut of by Sam punching his arm hard. He stumbled a little before giving him a look in response that said "What!?".

"Shut up Dean! Look! We're almost there."

The boys now stood in front of a huge castle. It looked ancient, and Sam's eyes lit up with excitement as it drew closer. Dean on the other hand, seemed less than impressed.

"Oh come on Sammy. Its not even gonna be fun!" Dean pouted as they started picking up speed.

"Trust me Dean, this place crawling with girls 'just your type'. More boobs than brain," Sam said matter of factly. Dean just scoffed and pressed onward.

"Eighteen year old girls with more boobs than brain…" Sam murmured just loud enough for Dean to hear. This was sure to get Deans attention, and of course, his brother's head swung wildly towards him in shock.

Sam just smiled. "Seems like that did the trick," he thought to himself.

As the boys continued their walk up the long stone path to the castle, a group of girls ran past wearing short skirts and thin tops. Dean's eyes practically leapt out of his head as he turned to face his brother. A huge smile split Sam's face as he lead dean up the stairs and into what he could tell was the great hall. From there they could make there way to the Gryffindor common room as Neville instructed.

"Alright Sammy… You gotta promise me that if any girls ask who I am, just say I'm… Uh-" Dean tried his hardest to come up with the name of a hot famous person, but nothing good came to mind.

"Don't worry Dean, I've got your back," Sam said coolly. Dean beamed up at him as they walked quickly through the dozens the massive halls in the castle. It was late, and they both knew that getting caught wandering around was sure to get them thrown out, but still, the ventured onward.

"You know what Sam? I feel like this is going to be sick! But you know, the good kind of sick," Dean said with a stupid grin lighting up his face.

Sam looked down at his shorter brother with a gentle smile. It was nice to see him excited for something, and who knew? Maybe Dean would be able to have some fun tonight.

"So uh…" Dean began to speak "what's this place called anyways?"

"Well. Its not a very welcoming name if you catch my drift," Said Sam. "This is. Uh. Hogwarts."

"Bless you, but come on Sammy just tell me the name of the place!" Dean shouted, obviously missing the point of what Sam had just said.

'Ugh' was all that Sam could muster in response. Rolling his eyes as Dean raised an eyebrow in confusion. Sam continued to lead Dean around two more corners, and up a very large flight of stair. They were almost there.


Dean didn't hold back as he complained the whole way up, but once they came to a large painting of an even larger woman, Sam knew that they had made it.

"Dean! Dean shut up already! We're here look!" Sam pointed at the still painting on the wall. Its dirty frame and faded picture made Deans face screw up in confusion.

"Yeah… Seems cool… But could you tell me what the hell I'm looking at Sammy?"

"I uh, I don't really know." Sam confessed. "But Neville said to just wait here and he would-" Sam was interrupted mid sentence by a tap on his shoulder and a voice yelling in his ear.

"HEY SAM!" came an oddly familiar voice.

Both Sam and Dean jumped at least ten feet into the air before they turned to see a skinny kid with black hair gazing back at them. It was dark in the castle corridor, but the smell of alcohol clinging to the kid was strong enough to knock out a horse. Maybe even two.

"Neville?" Sam asked quietly.

"Sam it's me Neville!" the boy shouted back. A huge smile still glistened on his face, and Dean couldn't help but wonder just how many drinks this Neville kid had already had.

"Okay okay Neville that's great we know its you! Stop yelling before you wake the whole school up!" Sam replied in a hushed voice.

"Okay!" Neville yelled back. "You must be Dean, Sam's brother right? Well trust me, you've never partied till you've partied at Hogwarts!"

"Gesundhiët," said Dean, awkwardly shaking Neville's sweaty hand. "And were exactly is this party you keep talking about anyway?"

A wicked smirk lit up Neville's drunk face, and he turned to face the faded painting they were standing next to.

"Suck My Deeickus!" Neville shouted even louder than before.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Dean yelled through the darkness. This kid was as smashed as his heterosexuality, and for some reason Sam just seemed to be going along with it. Something was definitely wrong with this picture, and Dean was just about to walk off before the lady in the painting stood, walked away, and left her blank canvas sliding out of the way as if it were a door.

Out of nowhere, music blared all around them. Sam and Dean covered their ears with both hands as Neville giddily skipped inside.

"HOLY SHIT!" The brothers yelled in unison.

There were people everywhere! The smell of alcohol and smoke raced past them and flooded the corridor as Neville turned to drag them inside. They stumbled and fell to their knees as the painting slid back into place behind them.

Dean looked at Sam, and Sam looked at Dean. Both of their jaws dropped to the floor as Neville stood triumphantly over them.

"Well bitches… Welcome to the Gryffindor common room. Otherwise known as paRTY FUCKING CENTRAL WOOH!" with this, Neville turned around and started jumping around like a wild antelope to the beat of the music.

The Winchesters were left in a state of permanent awe as they forced themselves into a standing position. All around them people were grinding up against each other and chugging back drinks like nobodies business. The room was lit up by little balls of light hovering overhead, and the beat from the music playing from god knew where was making everything inside bounce in unison. It was party paradise.


Dean took one quick look at Sam, then stared back at the raw awesomeness in front of them. Never had he ever seen anything quite like this, it was almost like magic!

"Sam."

"Yes Dean?"

"I love you."

"I told you so. This is gonna be sick man… The good kind of sick".