Chapter One: Brotherly Love


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A/N

This is an explanation chapter, so you know why Sam Winchester joined M.I.S.H.A, which is a department run by Bobby within MACUSA, it's like it is in Supernatural, just instead of him going to Stanford, he joins The Magical Congress of the United States of America. (for those of you who haven't watched Fantastic Beasts and where to find them - set in the Harry Potter universe- it's from that.) Being honest, the first part of this story is slow, seeing as I had to spend quite a while creating an explanation as to why Sam left. If you find explanations boring and just wanna get to the fun bits, then try skipping to Chapter 3. Please bear with me, this story will become more short and amusing (hopefuly :P) later on.


Sam Winchester sat hunched over himself in the waiting room of the department of M.I.S.H.A., twiddling his thumbs nervously as he stared into space. His whole body was tense, his eyes flickering and twitching as he focused on the floor, inspecting it with what looked like intense concentration. In reality, he was miles away. He hadn't seen his brother in six months - Dean only boosted when he needed help on the occasional case. He'd drag Sam away for a few days, torture him with incessant pranks, avoid the subject of magic and pretend like Sam wasn't going to return to MACUSA the next day. Sam had chosen a life in the wizarding world. Dean hadn't.

The room Sam was sat in was dark; painted a navy blue colour, with one small window in the furthest wall and two battered brown leather couches lying either side. It connected to Bobby Singer's office, the department at MACUSA reserved for a special organisation: the Ministry for Investigation of Supernatural and Horrific Activity. That room was now Sam's home, whilst he didn't have a place to live, and essentially Bobby's prison, due to the hours he worked.

Sam paused as the sound of bubbling voices drifted in from the corridor, and listened as they became louder.

'What the - what are you trying to do to me, Lady? I need to get through here'

'It's just a simple scanning spell, Mr Winchester, it won't take long.'

'Oh no, okay, look here - you are not coming near me with that thing, okay? I am not going to spelled on by some wand-waving freak, you got that?'

'But sir-'

Sam was there, jumping up onto his feet and hauling open the door before Dean could reply or the girl finish. There was a pause as the brothers looked at each other. Dean grinned childishly from where he stood.

"Hey Sammy."

Sam rolled his eyes and turned to the MACUSA assistant, a soft look coming to his face. she was looking from one imposing male to the next, mostly focused on the one who had given the impression he was about to kill her a minute before. 'Ah - Miss - er - Goldstein, right? Tamzin?" Sam flashed a warm smile at the girl, who nodded. 'You can let this guy through..'

'But-'

'I'm with Mr. Singer.' Sam cut her off, then lifted his M.I.S.H.A. I.D. 'Sam Winchester. Bobby's said he can go through without being scanned. He's trustworthy.'

The assistant looked from Dean, who was busy smirking obnoxiously at her, to Sam, who was giving her his best puppy-eyes. SHe gave in. 'Fine.' She moved to let Dean pass.

Dean, grinning triumphantly, moved past her and followed Sam into the office, Sam pausing only to yell after the girl. 'Thanks, Tam!' By the time he had turned round, Dean was already fiddling with the things on the window sill, turning a golden snitch between his fingers. He looked up as Sam turned back round.

'So.' He said. 'I get out of scanning? What, does that mean I'm a special guest or something?'

'No, Dean, it means you're a pain in the ass.' Sam replied, walking forward.

Dean raised his eyebrows. 'Woahh, the brotherly love's really pumping through this room today.' He looked at Sam. 'So, why'd you let me through? I could have been dangerous. Would have thought you cared more about security than this.'

'Yeah, like a scanning spell is gonna pick up anything like what we know.' Sam answered. He turned round to reach for something on one of the shelves. 'We can't trust the spell, though Bobby's working on it. For now we have to do our own security.'

"Oh?" Dean raised us eyebrows in curiosity. "And what's tha-" Cut off in mid-sentence, Dean was hit full in the face by a spray of holy water. There was a pause, then he opened his eyes to see Sam corking the bottle once more, slight smugness on his face. Dean scowled. 'Well thanks for the heads up, sunshine.' He said, bringing his hands up to wipe his face. Sam was too quick, however; grabbing one of them and nicking Dean's thumb neatly with the silver blade.

Dude!' Dean pulled away with indignation. 'Come on! Could you not tell me before you're gonna go all Patrick Bateman on my ass?'

Sam said nothing, wiping the silver blade and turnino away to place it on a shelf. 'Done.' He looked up at his brother again, rebellion in his expression. 'Also next time you come Dean, you you please restrain yourself from attempting to verbally slaughter Tamzin. I don't want you scaring her out of here, she's one of the good ones.'

Dean pulled a face, wiping his sleeve across his forehead to dry the water still dripping from it. 'She was alright… just a bit… meh. You need some hot action, Sammy, not office sex.'

'Dean, I did not ask you to come here to talk about my love life-'

'Your sex life. By the way, are you still a Virgin?'

'Dean.'

'I mean, I'm just wondering - you're not like me.' He gave a self important chuckle and raised his eyebrows. 'I'm one of a kind, but you're seventeen now, so how about we got hit a bar, find you a hot chick-'

'Dean, I need you to be serious here. We actually have some things we need to discuss. Why do you think I asked you to come in the first place, anyway? To talk about my sex life?'

Dean grinned. 'There you go.'

Sam sighed, brushing his hair back from his face. "Why, Dean." There was a note of warning in his voice.

Dean's expression changed; becoming more serious, and he shrugged before speaking. 'Well, I dunno.' He said. 'I suppose I thought you wanted to show me your life in freak city land - or maybe, you know, wanna forget all of this and go hunting?'

Sam's face dawned with realisation. He stared at Dean, whose hard look didn't waver, then turned away, shoving his hands into his pockets. 'Right.' He laughed bitterly, bowing his head. 'So that's why you came here? Not because you actually care about anything I do or would even consider helping us out?'

Dean's face had lost it's humour now and he looked a Sam coldly. 'And why the hell, would I care, about anything in this frickin' world? They're all elites! They've got magic, they've got power, and they can do whatever the crap they want with it because those humans out there don't know a thing about it! What do you do again? Oh, that's right - you Obliterate them. You literally, obliterate - their memories.' He chuckled mockingly under his breath, then looked up at Sam.'So yeah, why in the hell would I wanna help out these people? Give me one good reason.'

Sam clenched his jaw, locking eyes with Dean as he faced him off.'Because you're one of them, Dean.' He answered. 'Because - however much you claim to hate this world - you're still a wizard. You're still one of us.'

'I'm about as much of a wizard as Dr. Sexy M.D., Sammy.' Dean smirked, but his eyes were still bright with anger. 'And I can tell you now- I'm not one of you.'

'Why can't you just accept it, Dean.' Sam answered. 'Why can't you accept that this is my life now? I'm not a freak, I'm not a weirdo, I'm being who I want to be. I'm doing what I want to do.'

'Of course you're a freak. 'I'm a freak as well. We're both freaks. But here's the difference between you and me - you're a freak who ran away with no warning, who cut off his family and who left us thinking you were dead for a month! That's the kind of person you are!'

'Dean-'

''Do you have any idea what that was like, Sam? Do you? Dad and I were hunting a demon. We were gonna leave you in the motel to be safe but ohhh no, fourteen-year-old Sammy just had to come out with us and then do a frickin' disappearing act when we lost the thing!' He stared hard at Sam, shouting now.

Sam's face was pinched as he remembered that day, remembered hearing their shouts, their calls. They had echoed around his head as he had been whisked away by the Portkey. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to remember. He didn't want to look back at it and question what he had done.

'We thought you were dead, Sam!' Dean continued. 'We thought it had killed you! Dad spent days trying to track you down! And then, here's the kicker, Sammy - we get a call from Bobby, saying you've gone to train with him as a frickin' wizard. Saying you won't speak to us, saying you never wanna see us again! So yeah, I hate the fact that you live in this world, that you claim to be one of them!'

Sam said nothing, silent as Dean's shouts echoed round the still room. Furious, Dean continued. 'See this is the thing about you, Sammy - you never stop to think how what you do will affect other people!'

There was a pause, Dean watching and waiting for Sam's reply. Guilt swelled in Sam's chest as a memory came to him, but when he spoke, his voice was hard.

"I'm sorry for what happened in the past, Dean, but this is my life now." He said. "And if you can't come to terms with that then-"

"You're sorry?" Dean cut across him, eyes blazing with anger. "Sorry? What, is that it? You're sorry for having us believe you were dead, then turning your back on us for a year? For abandoning us? All Dad wanted was for us to be a family, Sam, and you destroyed that!"

"It's not my fault Dad couldn't accept for what we were!" Sam shouted,. 'It's not my fault that he, he hated the fact that we were something he weren't; that we had powers that he didn't! I dunno, maybe we could have been a family if he didn't make us repress our magic, if he hadn't made us turn our backs on who we are!'

'We're not meant to be wizards, Sam; and we aren't wizards.' Dean replied. 'We're hunters; that's what we were brought up to be, and that's what we should be! It doesn't matter what we were born as'

'So I'm not a wizard am I, Dean?' Sam fired back, holding his his arms out from his sides. 'Even though I'm working for the Wizarding Government, even though I live in the wizarding world, even though I can frickin' well cast magic? Well lets see about that, shall we? Vermillious!'

A shower of bright scarlet sparks shot from his wand, making Dean jump back in alarm and temporarily blinding them in a sea of red. Once they'd cleared, Dean looked at Sam, voice cold and vicious. 'I don't care if you can cast magic, Sammy.' He said. 'You're a hunter, and you always will be. Now you can pretend that everything's all rainbows and sunshine in this 'wizarding world' but I can tell you that it's not, okay? And sooner or later, you're gonna get hurt, and I'm not gonna be here to save you!'

'You think I need you to watch my back? I'm not a child, anymore Dean, I'm not Sammy the chubby little twelve year old who can't stand on his own feet without his heroic big brother to help him out!'

'Oh really? You think you can keep yourself protected? With no proper skills except being able to fire some red stuff from the end of a stick?'

'Yeah, actually, I think I can!'

Dean paused. 'Well then.' He said 'Let's see if you're right.'

Without hesitation, Dean lunged at Sam, slamming him against the wall and holding a knife to his throat. Sam struggled in an attempt to escape Dean's grasp, but was useless - Dean had him cornered. 'So,' he said, raising his eyebrows. 'You sure you don't need me to have your back now, Sammy?

Sam paused to twist a little. 'Positive.' His right hand free, he slashed his wand through the air. 'Flipendo!'

In a flash, Dean was thrown violently backwards into the air, landing on the sofa on the other side of the room. There was a pause as he sat up, but Sam wasn't done yet. Fury blazing in his eyes, he shouted another incantation; 'Locomotor Mortis!'.

Dean's face dawned in angry confusion as his legs locked together and he began to writhe in both panic and perplexity - but not for long. Realising what had happened, Dean did the only thing he could and promptly threw himself off the sofa and at Sam, who had been pausing to simply glare at Dean angrily, thinking he had won. But no, the Gigantor was felled; Dean taking him down as he threw his arms around Sam's legs and brought him to the ground with a crash. Dean reached for Sam's spell casting hand, fumbling at it clumsily.

'No no no you are not taking my wan - argh - oof - gahhhh!' Sam's words were cut off as Dean reached his other hand, up to wrench the wand from Sam's hand. The two of the, began rolling across the floor, scrabbling at each other as if they were wild animals. Sam was trying to get his wand off Dean and Dean, meanwhile, was determined to keep his prize.

'Well, I was gonna talk business but it appears you girls are busy cat fighting.'

Bobby Singer had entered the room; The brothers looking up in horror as they saw him - Dean looked like he'd been caught watching porn by his grandfather, and Sam's expression was doubled by far. In silence, Bobby looked from on to the other, then snapped into gear. 'Oh come on, break it up, you brats!'

Bobby's barked order pulled Dean and Sam back into reality, the brothers rolling over before standing up. Dean brushed down his jacket, wand in hand. Sam raked back his hair, straightened his tie. Neither of them would look at Bobby, who was eyeing them with a mix of parental warning and patronisation. "God, five minutes in and you're already fighting. Go audition for Idjits Unite or something but don't do it in my office."

A silence ensued as Sam and Dean coughed, twitched and nodded hurriedly to acknowledge him before exchanging glances, nodding at one another. Okay, so perhaps it had a got a little out of hand. Just a little. Maybe the physical attack had been a bit much.

Bobby rolled his eyes. 'God, if you think I'm gonna make you say sorry to each other, you're looking for the Nanny you should have had when you were younger. I don't have time for this shit.' He began to turn his wheelchair round, and Dean stepped forward.

"So, uh, Bobby, how are you? Long time no see."

"How do you think I am?" Bobby retorted. "Look, I don't have time for this shit, we've got things to discuss. Come on, you idjits." He began to wheel himself into his office, he brother so following.

"Well I'm as fine as ever, Bobby." Answered Dean as he smirked and followed Bobby.

'God, you've got pretty good at the lying now, Dean.' Bobby answered sarcastically. 'Sam, get your ass in here now, I haven't got all frickin' day.'