Molly sighed as she joined her husband in their room. Ron, Harry and Hermione were in the attached room with the others- they were all going to share because it costed to much to get separate rooms.

"What's wrong, Molly dearest?" Arthur asked his wife, clicking through the channels on the television, Harry had explained to him earlier for the millionth time, "You know, Muggles sure watch interesting things."

"That boy, Arthur," Mrs. Weasly said, "there's something abut him- he seemed a bit different than a normal Muggle, don't you think?"

"What boy?" Arthur asked, then said with realization, "oh, Molly. He isn't a boy, he was a grown man. Dean, Winchester, was his name, right?" Arthur had a knack for remembering people's names, even if he only knew them for five minutes or five years. It didn't make difference to him.

"Yes, that Dean," Molly confirmed for him, "he seemed, a bit….upset, i guess, nervous, i don't know. And you know what he did?"

"No, I don't- what happened?" Arthur said, continuing to look at the television screen.

"He said his room was next to ours, and then he mentioned names, and ran off!" Molly exclaimed, thrown ghee hands in the air.

"What names?" Arthur asked, clicking the remote and turning off the television. He flinched as there was a loud pop from the other room and shouts of "Fred, George! That's not funny!" from Ron.

"Uh…." Molly paced as she tried to remember, "…..Sam, and a Cas, I believe." Arthur raised an eyebrow. Sam was a normal name, but Cas? What kind of name was that?

"Is Cas short for something, you think?" he asked his wife. Molly shrugged her shoulders saying, "I don't know. I guess we'll find out in the morning. I'll go get the kids ready for bed before they stuff themselves full of sweets." She gave Arthur a peck on the cheek and said, "Good night, dear." before going in the other room and getting them to bed. There were protests and yawns and threats of "If you don't listen to your mother I'll make you read the first chapter-" and "Alright, alright! Jeez!"

That morning, everyone rushed as they tried getting ready as so not to miss the train.

"Everyone, up! Come on!" Arthur yelled into the rooms as Molly packed the suitcases with the help of Hermione and Ginny. As usual, besides herself and Arthur they were the only two ready to go.

"What time is it?" Ron came in wearing striped pajamas, Scabbers the rat on his shoulder. He rubbed sleep out of his eyes as he walked almost zombie-like into the bathroom, followed by Harry, who was pulling a red t-shirt over his head.

"It's one in the afternoon!" Molly called to them, "I let you sleep late, come on! Get moving!" As soon as they were all ready- it took the twins the longest since they decided to try and blow off the toilet seat to show their friends they and been in a Muggle motel room- and finally pushed everyone out of the room.

"Fred, George!" Molly said, "If I find out you two blew up the toilet-" The twins laughed and gave each other a look, their eyes smiling.

"Blow up a toilet? Us?" George asked, nudging his brother. Molly jumped as she heard laughing, the creak of a door opening. Turning, she found herself face to face with a man. He looked to be about twenty-five, his skin slightly tanned- or paled, depending on how you looked at him- and shaggy brown hair. His eyes were brown, and he wore a red plaid shirt and jeans, boots on his feet. He crossed his arms, biting his lip to keep from laughing.

"Hey George," Fred elbowed his brother. The man leaned into the room, saying, "Hey, Dean, you're never gonna believe this!" Arthur cocked his head, giving his wife a look- hadn't she mentioned someone named Dean last night?

"What?" he asked, elbowing back.

"Looks kind of like a moose, doesn't he, mate?" At this, the man gave them an exasperated look.

"What?" he asked incredulously. The twins laughed as Molly pinched their cheeks, saying, "I'm so sorry, They can be a bit devilish." At the last word, she saw his shoulders tense a bit, then relax as he closed his eyes, saying, "No, it's okay. I get called that a lot." As if to prove his point, another man- Dean, she realized- came out to join him, saying in a deep gruff voice, "Okay, Moose. This better be goo-" he stopped when he saw the red head family and their two friends. The man looked at Dean, then at the group, then bad at Dean, asking, "Met each other, I presume?" Dean nodded, then put a hand on his shoulder.

"Yeah, anyway buddy," he said, "Next time you go all demon on me, and Cas, don't cover it up."

"But i didn't-" the man tried protesting. Den gave him a stern look, shutting him up.

"You did and you know it," Dean said, "and I know it's because you don't want to hurt me, but we're hunters- we're brothers for Chrissake! And as a brother, it's my job to make sure you're okay. so can it and do what i ask." The man's face was red with embarrassment as he eyed the group in front of them- did he really have to spout all that gushy stuff in front of strangers?

"Yeah, Dean," the man said, annoyed, "I get it."

"Good," Dean said, "because I sure as hell am not going to rescue you out of Hell again. It's too damn hot." The man rolled his eyes as Dean reached into his pocket, waving the keys to a car in the air, "I'll start the Impala! Get your shit together!" The man surveyed the group as Dean walked down the hall- did Dean know these people? From where? Molly could tell the man felt uncomfortable, so she said, "Well, good morning to you-" The twins suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hey, Moose!" George asked with giggles.

"What did the bloke mean, 'rescue you from Hell again'?" Fred finished for his brother. The man's face went red as he stared t his feet. Molly punched both their arms.

"Boys! Apologize!" she scolded, "you don't go around asking about people's personal business, whether they go to Hell or not!" Turning to the man, she said, "And you know Dean? I met him last night in the elevator. So sweet, he is." So that's where he knew them from, Sam thought, shaking the woman's hand, as she introduced everyone in the group. Ron, Harry and Hermione were giving him quizzical looks.

"Glad to make your acquaintance," he said, "Sam. Sam Winchester." So this is Sam? Molly thought as he let his hand drop idly to his side, unsure of what to do now. Arthur looked at hum curiously, then commented, "How tall are you, Sam?"

"What?" Sam asked.

"Sorry, just curious, but how tall are you exactly?" Arthur asked.

"Um… six foot four?" Sam ended his sentence as if it was a question. Arthur's eyes widened with wonder.

"Bloody hell," he said, "you must be part giant, you're taller than Hagrid by a full two inches!"

"Wait- what?" Sam asked in astonishment, "who's Hagrid?"

"The Groundskeeper at Hogwarts," the twins answered simultaneously as they pushed past him, ushering the others to follow, "and speaking of Hogwarts. we're gonna be late for the train!" As the group rushed past Sam, Molly squeezed his arm gently, saying, "I'm sorry about them. Really-"

"No," Sam interrupted her, "it's okay, really. Boys will boys, you know?" He gave her a reassuring smile to let her know he was fine, "I need to go meet Dean. He'll probably be asking where I am." Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a cellphone and flipped it open, pressing buttons.

"Yeah, Dean," Sam said into the phone, "On my way. Sorry." He flipped it shut and shoved it back in his pocket, waving to Molly Weasly as he walked away from her.

In the parking lot, Sam walked briskly along the blacktop. He could see the rest of the group crowded around an old blue car. He noticed the three kids giving him weird stares. Brushing it off, he opened the door to the Impala and climbed in. The engine purred as soon as he slammed the door.

"Ready to go to Hogwarts, Sammy?" Dean asked, a mischievous smile on his face.

"Let's get this over with," Sam said, rolling his eyes. Dean started the engine, the tires of the Impala screeching on the blacktop as they pulled out of their spot and drove away.