Meet The New Boss

Chapter 2

Luton Airport, London

The three Americans rushed their way through the bustling airport, following the bright yellow "Baggage Reclaim" signs. Their flight was an hour later than expected so Dean had to drag Castiel away from the Crunchie bar display, a candy promising the perfect blend of honey and chocolate. Sam was worried that they might miss the meeting with their new employer since she specified to meet at baggage claim as soon as the plane landed. Since they didn't know who exactly this woman was, it was unanimously agreed on that they should not be late. When they entered the baggage reclaim at Luton Airport, they saw a sizable group of people anxiously waiting to see friends and family. Dean looked around, unsure of what to do next.

"So how are we going to know who this MacGonald chick is?" Dean asked Sam, who was searching the crowd. The younger brother refused to look his sibling in the eyes. He knew about Dean was extremely skeptical about this whole trip and that the only reason he came was because of Cas' excitement over the prospect of teaching. Sam felt like this would be a good experience for them all, but even he couldn't deny the growing feeling of panic setting in.

"She told me that she would be wearing green robes…" Sam's voice trailed off when he saw Dean's face.

"Robes?! Like...bath robes? We came all this way, I flew on a plane, and we're going to take a job teaching from a woman in a bath robe?" The green-eyed hunter leaned against the wall and ran his hand over his face and through his hair. He was still having anxiety issues over the fact that they came across the ocean with nothing more than two phone calls and three plane tickets. What if this was all some elaborate trap that they were just walking into? None of them had even heard of a school called Hogwarts and the woman on the phone refused to tell them where it was located other than just "near London". She had actually refused to tell them anything useful besides where to pick up the tickets, which struck a suspicious chord in an already skeptical Dean.

"I believe that in Britain, "robes" are like American cloaks, but with sleeves." A rough voice belonging to Castiel voiced this fact as Sam checked his cell phone. As the crowd thinned, a distinguished looking older woman wearing moss green robes and half moon spectacles that she peered over to look at the American trio.

"You must be the Winchesters and Castiel. I thank you for coming. I am Professor McGonagall, Headmistress at Hogwarts."