A/N: Okay, this is a story about Sam and Dean going to Hogwarts along with multiple characters featured on Supernatural. In this story Sam and Dean were just kids living with their Dad until they find out there wizards. They don't hunt monsters or anything like in Supernatural, they are pretty much just going through things that Harry, Ron, and Hermione went through. I wrote this because I couldn't find any stories like this so I decided to write my own. I hope you all like it!
Chapter 1
The Truth
Dean traced his fingers along the edge of the newly arrived letter. The wax insignia itself sent chills down his spine, but in a good way. A smile tugged the corners of his lips and his green eyes shinned with the same excitement a five year old would have when walking down the stairs on Christmas morning.
Memories flashed before his eyes as he stared at the one thing he had been looking forward to all summer. Dean Winchester hadn't had an exactly normal eleven years of life. Weird things tended to happen around him and his twin brother Sam. And it all started after their Mother died, burning on the ceiling in there hometown of Lawrence, Kansas.
After their Mom had been killed, Sam and Dean's father, John, decided they needed a change of scenery. He wanted to move far away from Lawrence so that he wouldn't feel the pain of remembering the horrible death of his wife, Mary. So, they packed up their bags and headed to London. Dean wasn't very happy about that. Yes, he was only four at the time but he remembered how mad he got when the people there called them chips instead of fries.
Even though it killed him inside that his Mom was gone and that they were in a whole new country, Dean didn't show it. He decided to suck it up and be the best son and best brother anyone could be. He didn't like seeing his Dad sad or hearing Sammy cry in the bed next to his at night. But he would always be there to cheer him up and play those silly board games with Sam even though he would rather be outside playing baseball.
Dean had always been curious at the way there Mom had died. He usually didn't like thinking about it but his Dad had said that she was pinned to the ceiling by some invisible force then burst into flames. Dean could still remember the smell of the burning wood and that strange tangy smell that he later found out to be the smell of burning flesh. He shook his head, not wanting to remember that anymore. But he could still remember the curiosity he had about his Mother's death and how he wished he could've prevented it.
A few years later, when Sam and Dean were eight, Sam started to have fights with Dad. He would say how he wished he could go back to America and wished he had his Mom back. Sam would yell so loud that the walls would shake and glass items they owned would shatter. The first time Dean witnessed that he was hiding behind the doorway, silently watching, and couldn't help but gasp at the sight. That wasn't possible. His Dad had stopped dead, staring at Sam for a few moments before sighing and giving him a hug. Dean had got the feeling that his Father knew something that they didn't.
A year later, when they were nine, Sammy was being harassed by a kid named Dirk at their school. He would make fun of him because Sam enjoyed Math and other subjects. He called him a nerd and a geek. He would beat Sammy up after school and he would come home with bruises. One day Dean decided enough was enough. He started yelling at Dirk, telling him to stop picking on Sammy. He felt anger rise in him and his blood pumping through his veins. And in a split second a large branch threw its self at Dirk, pinning him up against a tree. Dirk stared at Dean, eyes wide as he struggled against the horizontal branch that had floated off the ground and hurled its self at him. Sam and Dean quickly ran back to their small house that was minutes away from the elementary school, not wanting to get in trouble. Once they stopped running Sam turned to him and gave him a big hug.
"Thanks, Dean," He said while catching his breath. "But how did you do that?"
Dean shook his head. "I have no idea."
Dean decided that he would forget about that whole thing and just be happy that Dirk had stopped bullying Sammy. He didn't think about the floating branch until a few months later when he stumbled across something strange. Dean had snuck into his Fathers bedroom while he was out on a hunting trip with some of his buddies. He was just going to barrow some money from his room so he and Sam could get some ice cream. He was digging through the drawers of his desk, looking for spare change, when he found a dusty old box. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, Dean opened the long box. Inside was what looked like a well carved stick. It was a light tan color and it had a fancy carved handle. Dean picked up it, gripping it in his hands. And as if on instinct Dean flicked piece of wood, not thinking anything would happen. Instead, the lamp that had been resting on the desk flew to the floor, the light bulb shattering on impact. Dean jumped, putting the stick back in the box in the drawer and running out of the room. When Dad came home and saw the lamp on the ground Dean said he was looking for some baseball cards and accidently knocked it over. His Father seemed to believe that for the time being.
After everything that had happened they had never gotten the answer. Not until there eleventh birthday.
Sam and Dean were fertile twins so they shared a birthday, not that they mind. They weren't really planning on doing anything special. They were going to invite there neighbor, Cas, over so they could play baseball outside and have cake.
Cas was a nice kid who had lived next door to them for years and was also American. He was kind of shy but after a while they all became good friends. Sam and Dean never told him about the strange things that had happened to them though. They didn't want to freak him out.
They had just finished cake, crumbs coating the counter top and icing all over Dean's face. Sam and Cas giggled as Dean pretended to be Santa, making the icing into a beard. Even his dad was laughing.
Then out of nowhere John said, "Cas, I think it's time for you to go home."
Dean gave his father a look. "Why does he have to go now? We haven't even opened our presents yet!" he said, pouting.
"I know, but I need to talk to you boys alone. It's important," he said and Cas nodded, already getting his baseball mitt and hat.
"I'll see you guys tomorrow," he said and left the house without protest.
"Okay boys, take a seat on the couch," John said and, still pouting, the boys sat down on the red couch while John took the loveseat across from them.
"This may sound strange and impossible but you are going to have to believe me, okay?" John said, looking very nervous.
The two nodded, unsure of what he was going to say.
"First off, there is such thing as magic. Witch and wizards, like from stories, they're real," he said and Sam and Dean smiled.
"Nice one Dad, but April fool's day was a few months ago," Sam said, laughing a little.
"I'm serious. Don't tell me you haven't noticed anything weird about you two? Like when Sammy would get angry and glass would shatter? And I know about the incident with Dirk," he said and the smiles were wiped off Sam and Dean's faces.
"Are you saying that we're…wizards?" Dean asked, bubbling with the excitement of this being reality.
John nodded. "Your mother was a witch and so was your grandma. Your grandpa was a wizard as well."
"Are you a wizard?" Dean asked.
John shook his head. "No, I'm not. I'm what the magical world calls a "muggle". It means a non-magical person."
"Okay, so why are you telling us this now?" Sam asked.
"Because you two aren't going back to your regular school this year. This year you're going to Hogwarts, a school for witches and wizards where you learn how to control your magic," John said, smiling at the excited looks on Sam and Dean's faces.
"That is so awesome!" Dean said, practically bouncing on the couch. Everything finally made sense now. When Sammy broke the glass without touching them and when Dean made the branch fly at Dirk. Even though the answer seemed impossible it made everything make sense again.
John then proceeded to tell them all he knew about the magical world and about Hogwarts. He said that they would have to shopping for things like a wand and books. Dean finally understood what that thing in his Dad's drawer was. It was his mother's wand. But he didn't tell his Dad about that considering he could still get in trouble for using things that weren't his.
Now, a month later, Dean was holding his Hogwarts acceptance letter. He glided his hand over the wax insignia and just as he was about to open it he heard footsteps running down the stairs.
"Did it come, did it come?" He heard Sam shout and suddenly he was right next to Dean.
Dean nodded and handed his brother the letter that had come for him.
Sam jumped with excitement. "This is amazing! I can't wait until we can go to Hogwarts and learn about magic. I can't wait for the sorting too; I bet I'm a Ravenclaw!"
Dean rolled his eyes. Ever since John told them about Hogwarts Sam hadn't stopped researching everything about it. John had given Sam some of his Mom's old textbooks and he'd been reading them non-stop and wouldn't shut up about it. Dean was just excited for Quidditch, the main sport of the magical world.
Dean was just about to say something when he heard a car drive into the driveway. Dean opened the door to see their Dad's '67 Chevy Impala park in front of the house.
"Dad!" he yelled and ran up to him as he came out of the classic car, Sammy on his heels. "It came!" Dean said, waving the letter in front of his face.
John laughed and said, "That's great. Now we can go shopping for your school supplies," he said and started his way to the house.
Sam and Dean followed but just before they went back inside Dean saw Cas peering through the door next door, something in his hand that Dean couldn't see. He shrugged it off and waved to Cas, Cas giving him a shy wave back then closing the door.
Once they were back inside Dean closed the door behind him and looked at his letter one more time. He was finally going to a place where he belonged.
