"You're fucking with me, right?" Dean said, a grin fading from his lips. "Sammy? …Tell me you're fucking with me."
Sam sighed. "No. It definitely seems to be a Tulpa."
"Tulpa, I can deal with. But you're telling me there's a damn Tulpa in the form of Lord Voldetron—"
"Voldemort," Sam corrected.
"Voldemort, whatever, at the Hogsport theme park."
"Hogwarts."
Dean thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Nope."
"Dean, we can't just—"
"I'm not doing it," he said with finality, taking a swig of beer.
Dean glared at the dark road ahead, grumbling behind the wheel of the Impala as they crossed the Florida state-line. Sam's head bounced slightly against the passenger window in sleep. Cas absently stared out the window of the backseat. He had been silent for most of the ride, but as they neared the theme park, he began mindlessly humming what was indisputably Hedwig's Theme.
"Why do you even know that tune?" Dean asked.
Sam stirred in his seat, but remained deep in slumber.
"I watched the films on the television," Cas said. "While the portrayal of magic is painfully inaccurate, the musical score is very catchy."
Dean scowled at the rear-view mirror, and turned the volume knob of the radio until the sounds of Asia drowned out the blasphemous noise behind him.
The sky was just beginning to turn a dull gray. Dean punched Sam in the arm as they pulled into the abandoned parking lot of the theme park. Sam jolted awake and wiped the sleep from his eyes.
"Why is the music so loud," Sam asked, turning the volume down, surprised he'd managed to sleep through the noise.
Dean glanced at the rear-view mirror again. "I was getting a headache."
Sam shook his head in confusion, but didn't press the matter. He pulled his laptop from the bag at his feet, and opened the message board he'd been looking at before they left the bunker.
"Okay, so according to this," Sam said, eyes shifting around the computer screen, "three people have been attacked by what they claimed was Lord Voldemort on the Hogwarts Express."
"What's that?" Dean asked, slowing to a stop at the back of the lot.
"It's the train students use for transportation from Platform 9 3/4 to Hogwarts," Cas said without hesitation.
Dean and Sam looked over their shoulders at him, eyebrows raised. Cas was too busy staring at the tip of Hogwarts, just visible over the trees that separated the parking lot from the main park.
"Yeah," Sam said slowly, turning back to his computer. "Anyway, each victim has ended up hospitalized with various internal injuries, and all left with a lightning bolt scar on their foreheads."
Cas scoffed. "The scar left on Harry Potter's forehead was the product of Lord Voldemort splitting his soul over a failed killing curse. It's unlikely that he would have made the same mistake twice, let alone three more times after Harry."
Sam and Dean turned to him again, faces frozen is something very similar to shock.
"The films were intriguing," Cas explained.
"Can we just do this already?" Dean asked.
Sam shook his head. "There haven't been any reports from staff of any sightings while the park is closed. I think we're going to have to wait until it's open and tourists start showing up."
"Great," Dean muttered. "Hunting in broad daylight, surrounded by a bunch of tweens in cloaks."
"Actually," Cas chimed in again, "with the consistent age progression of the characters, and the relatability of the underlying themes for all ages, you'll find that a large percentage of the fans are well past their teenage years."
The next few minutes were spent with Sam trying to restrain Dean from reaching into the backseat with the apparent intention of choking, punching, or otherwise physically harming their angel friend.