Chapter 1:

"You'll be meeting with a woman called Cersei Lannister," Crowley began.

"Cersei?" Dean was unimpressed, "Are we going to Shakespeare times or ancient Greece?"

"Watch it princess," Crowley replied, "I may be the King of Hell but she is the Queen of Seven Kingdoms, with quite a temper. I wouldn't piss her off. Well… I would, as Hell is bigger than all her Kingdoms put together, but you two really shouldn't. As bloody gorgeous as she is, she will most likely cut your privates off and wear them for a necklace."

"And of course helping out people who wanna cut off my dick is exactly what I do," Dean scoffed, "What's this bitch's problem?"

"She has an issue that requires, shall we say, boys of your profession," Crowley explained, leaning back, "I'd sort it out for her myself, but what with the Targaryens having words such as Fire and Blood, I prefer to leave this one unsinged."

"Unsigned? What's that supposed to mean?" Sam chuckled, unusual for him in Crowley's presence.

"Well, House Targaryen has an even worse temper than our golden haired bitch Queen," Crowley sighed as if this was just another day at the office, "And they have dragons."

"Dragons?" Dean snapped. He could remember Bobby asking whether to call Hogwarts when they last had to deal with that kind of crap.

"Yes, you know, scaly things, a bit like huge fire-breathing lizards? This Daenerys girl has three. The Queen would like you to kill them before she can cross the Narrow Sea with them."

"This uh…Dannyris…"

"Well done, Dean! I can see you'll fit in perfectly amongst the peasants of the Westeros! Can't even pronounce their names, fan-bloody-tastic!" Crowley's voice was thick with sarcasm as usual.

"Cut the crap, you son of a bitch. Where do we find this Dragon lady?"

"She is currently ruling over a city called Mereen, which, from Westeros, is only accessible by boat, across the Narrow Sea."

"No planes?" Sam asked, opening up his laptop. Crowley gave him a smirk.

"Quite right Moose, no planes. Westeros is not exactly… up to date with the rest of us."

"The hell does that mean?" Asked Dean.

"That means have fun boys, and tell Cersei that Crowley sends his love."

"Before you go skipping off back to hell," Dean growled, "You're telling me we're going back to some 14th century funhouse to take out a bunch of dragons in case Disney Princess Daenerys makes it back home in time for the joust?"

"Yes," Crowley said with an unnaturally bright smile, "And you get brownie points each time you get her name right."