Okay, so first off, I took a few liberties with Becky's age. I know that she's not this young, but I figured why not? I decided to base this when the first season Supernatural books were still being published, and Becky is 17 and a 7th year muggle-born student.

So this is fairly cracky, but I hope you all enjoy anyway. And before I forget: I do not own Harry Potter or Supernatural.

A Fangirl's Patronus

Becky Rosen wasn't quite sure how it happened, exactly, but at some point Luna Lovegood had approached her, tugging on her arm and insisting that Becky come with her. Following that moment, Becky was whisked into a secret room called the Room of Requirement, where she found herself lovestruck at the sight of her crush: fifth year Harry Potter.

He was the only convincement she needed; Becky joined Dumbledore's Army with a head-over-heels feeling, stars in her eyes, and the determination to not only keep writing fanfiction ("Well, someone has to do it," she had proclaimed to her best friend) but also cause Harry to fall in love with her.

To her disappointment, the first few months flew by with not a single step in the latter's direction. Her be-spectacled man, Becky discovered with dismay, not only didn't spend any time teaching her specifically, but he typically shuffled away with an awkward, embarrassed look whenever she attempted to talk to him.

"It's okay, Harry," Becky had protested once. "People don't care if you date someone older than you. I find it especially romantic."

Maybe drawing out the last word was a mistake, she had pondered a few minutes later. "Don't run, Harry!" She'd called. "We can take it slow if you want to!"

This, of course, was all before the large group of students covered patronuses.

Becky twirled her wand in circles, thinking of her first kiss, and proclaimed loudly for everyone else to hear, "Expecto patronum!"

Her first attempt ended up with a few silvery wisps. The second resulted in a brighter shield that slowly expanded from her wand.

The seventh year sighed, deciding to see if another happy memory would work better. Becky chose the moment she first stumbled across Carver Edlund's Supernatural books the previous summer, how she'd marveled over Sam's long hair and thought of kissing his lips. The blonde took a deep breath, picturing the books in her mind. "Expecto patronum!"

She squealed as the tip of a corporal patronus extracted itself from her wand, expanding into a creature with large, proud antlers and dark brown fur.

"Is that... a moose?" Another muggle-born asked incredulously as all of the other wizards and witches gaped at the animal.

"No," Becky breathed, a huge grin stealing across her face. "It's Sam."

At that moment, Becky abandoned all ideas of someday becoming Harry's wife. She wanted Dean's little brother, the one with incredible abs, hair longer than hers, and eyes that could melt a glacier.

She wanted Sam.

I'm sure you all noticed, but I tried to keep with the fact that Becky has yet to actually meet the Winchester brothers, and as a result, her image of Sam is still the man on the front cover of Carver Edlund's books (not Chuck's).

Beyond that, I hope I made you all laugh and that you all enjoyed.

If you did, let me know! If you didn't, tell me what you think could be improved (this does not mean flame my fic; it means give helpful advice).

Thanks to everyone for reading!