Bobby was returning from a food and supply run when his phone rang. He had never gotten the hang of those ridiculous ear pieces, so he slowed down and answered the phone.

"Bobby."

"Bobby? There are four magicals with British accents in your yard. I thought you would appreciate the heads up before you drove in and found them," said Cassie, which was the name they had given the alternate Castiel. He was the designated house sitter when Bobby went out as well as the resident potion maker.

Castiel was surprisingly very good at making potions, particularly the one that the hunters were almost addicted to... Dreamless Sleep.

Sam and Dean were only given three vials between them in between visits, to avoid getting a dependency. The potion was the sole reason they got any real sleep after all the crap they went through.

Bobby's internal alarms were going off, and he immediately asked for descriptions.

"One female has bushy hair and a rather bossy attitude. She seems to be the leader of this group. Two have bright red hair and seem to be brother and sister. The third is the youngest, but I don't think he's here willingly. I think they have him in silver, and it looks like it pains him."

Sounded a lot like Hermione, Ron, Ginny and what he could only assume was Teddy. Though why they had his godson bound in silver he had no idea.

He knew a quick way to get answers though.

"Are the wards up?"

"They went up the second these people appeared without warning."

"Activate the power-sapping one. If they're here to drag me back, I want to make them fight for it."

"Done. I've called to warn Sam and Dean...they were on their way back and should be here soon," said Cassie.

They had been less than happy to hear that magicals had shown up so rudely on Bobby's doorstep. The American Ministry at least called before they showed up, because they were well aware Bobby was a hunter.

Bobby slowed down as he pulled into his driveway, and grabbed his shot gun before he even left the cab. The interior of his truck was enchanted heavily to block any spells from getting in while the doors were closed. It had been one of the few magical things he had done before Karen had died since becoming Bobby.

"Who are you and why are you on my property? And make the answers short and sweet before I open fire," warned Bobby, keeping up the ruse he had for years.

"Harry James Potter, just what were you thinking running away from your duties like that!" yelled the bushy haired one. Definitely Hermione.

"My name ain't Harry. I'm Robert Singer and you're trespassing. And kidnapping from the looks of it," he added, nodding towards the obvious shifter.

Teddy moved in a pained manner. Bobby could see the silver from where he was standing, and he was pissed.

"Who's Robert Singer?" asked Ron. He was still an idiot.

"Our father," said Dean from behind them, gun aimed at them.

"And the owner of this property," added Sam, his gun trained firmly on the bushy haired witch.

"You two don't look more than ten years younger than he is!" said Hermione imperiously.

"Either way, you lot aren't welcome. And why is that boy bound?"

"A werewolf is dangerous," said Ginny with a sneer towards Teddy.

"Well right now he seems to be the only one I'm not aiming a gun at. Sam, get the kid away from these idiots so we can get rid of them," said Bobby.

Sam slowly moved towards the kid, not lowering his gun. When he removed Teddy from the trio and got the cuffs off him with a minor application of wandless magic, Bobby growled at the trio when he saw the burns on the boy's arms.

"You have exactly three seconds before we start loading you three with holes," said Bobby angrily.

"You may have gotten the brat, but we'll be back Potter. You're not going to remain hidden for much longer," said Hermione.

The three disappeared with a crack.

"Cassie, get the door open and start bringing up healing potions," said Bobby.

Teddy didn't cry once when they treated what were obviously very painful burns.

"Uncle Harry..."

"It's Bobby now Pup. Dean, hand me the iodine," said Bobby.

"What the hell were those things on his wrist?"

"Magic suppressors... in silver no less. Bastards," spat Bobby.

"He a shifter?"

"Metamorph and half werewolf to boot. He got the allergy to silver from his father...my uncle. Hold still Pup, this is going to sting a little."

Teddy nodded, and winced slightly when Bobby put the iodine onto the fresh wounds. Bobby deftly bandaged them up.

"If they're coming here now, then something must have drawn them. I know it wasn't the wards...they're too subtle for them to bother with. And you two always refer to me by Bobby and not the name I used to have. Either way I am not dealing with their bullshit after all these years."

"So what do we do now?"

"Now we change locations. I own the land, and the taxes are paid automatically. Time to activate the bunker," said Bobby.

"Bunker?"

"Before I became Bobby permanently, I bought this old doomsday bunker and had it heavily refitted for any magical intrusions. A magical panic room of sorts. We just have to refill the pantry and fix it up a little and it will be good to go. I have some emergency port keys that were automatically set towards it in the event the panic room was compromised here."

"Geez Bobby, how rich are you? I mean refitting the house, owning this much land..."

"I'll show you my real bank account when we get there. Trust me, you're in for a shock."

"Considering he's actually a knight and a lord in both magical and mundane realms, he doesn't have to be a hunter," said Cassie, getting things packed into the trunk. He was just tossing things in to be automatically sorted.

Dean and Sam whipped around to Bobby.

"You're a Knight and a Lord?!" they said in shock.

"I'm the same as you. A hunter. What do fancy titles I have no use for matter when you hunt demons for a living?"

They conceded his point.

Cas showed up while they were packing all the essentials and helped out. He did, however, prove his use by removing several spells on Teddy before they moved him. No way was Bobby leaving him behind after he had seen fresh burns from silver on his godson.


"So let me get this straight... a bunch of pranks are being turned deadly?" said Bobby a week later.

They were in his kitchen, after they had revamped the bunker to suit them. When the magicals finally broke the last wards on the house and got in, they would be long gone. And anti-portkey spells wouldn't work because according to Bobby, most magicals didn't have the sense god gave a mule, and half the time they only put the spell over the house, not under it.

There was a tunnel that lead outside the property hidden under the bed in the panic room, one Dean and Sam had missed while they were dealing with the Witnesses.

"Yeah, and the weird thing is that they're the really boring kind, not the ones you've been hitting us with," said Dean.

Bobby had introduced them to his prankster side by breaking out some of the old pranks the Weasly twins had left him before George finally followed his brother into death. Twins as close as them didn't last long when one died, not without something keeping them there.

And there had been nothing to keep George back. So one day he went to sleep and never woke up.

He had gotten full control of their business, but without the twins it just didn't feel the same. So he put all the completed products and their recipes into his vault and shut the business down.

When he left, he had it transferred to the back of the bunker, mostly because he didn't want anyone finding it. After what Ron and Hermione tried to pull to keep him in England, they sure as hell didn't deserve any of it.

Bobby looked at his two roommates. Teddy was sound asleep on Cassie's lap, and he had been getting bored. Ever since he had his proper age restored, minus a few years or two, he had been getting more and more restless.

If he had to admit to himself, it was a bit of luck that a demon had possessed his wife. While he had mourned her death, it had opened his eyes to something he could throw himself into and no one would bat an eye.

"Where did you say you two idjits were at? And remember, I need pictures to teleport there," Bobby reminded them.

Bobby could apparate. He just preferred not to unless he wasn't in the mood to drive. To that end, Sam had started recording the places they had been with his webcam on his laptop so they could appear in any hotel they had been to before.

Not that they could just yet, as they hadn't been shown how to do so by Bobby and Dean had sworn he preferred to use 'Air-Cas' to apparition the first time Bobby took him using side-along.

Sam sent him a picture on the laptop, and Bobby gently woke Cassie. The former angel (his Grace wa returning, but it would take a miracle for him to return to heaven at this rate) gently picked up Teddy and took them to the panic room. Bobby snorted at the way Teddy curled up around Cassie.

Ever since he had reclaimed his godson, the half-werewolf had refused to go anywhere without someone with him. From what little Bobby could get out of him, Teddy had been tortured for a while now to try and force his godfather out of hiding. The fact he had no idea where Harry was hadn't helped his case.

There was a problem with that method though. Because Bobby had long since abandoned his original name and had it legally changed in both worlds to the one he used now, the only thing that bound him to Teddy was love. He wasn't magically obligated to take care of the kid after he changed his name, not unless he wanted to.

So whenever he had to leave the house, he had Cassie watch the kid since he could fight and still had enough angelic power to get them past any wards to the bunker.

Bobby took a good long look at the picture and apparated to where the boys were.


Dean nearly grabbed his gun when he heard the crack.

"Jesus Bobby! Why didn't you just call Cas?" said Dean, holding his chest. He hated apparition.

"Why should I trust that overgrown feather duster to get around when I can do it without his help?" asked Bobby gruffly.

"Hey Bobby," said Sam.

"So where's this kid?"

Sam had spoken of a kid who seemed to live in the center of all this mess, and how he suspected that the boy had magic. A lot of it.

The second Bobby saw Jesse however, a ton of alarms went off in his head.

"Shit. I thought this was just a simple case of an overpowered kid with a lot of time on his hands. Cas can not know about him," said Bobby with a hitched breath.

"Why not?"

"He's a cambion. Castiel would feel duty-bound to kill him on sight," said Bobby. There was an entire chapter on cambions and the warning signs when one was going evil in his book.

This kid was one, but he had at least been raised right. But that could change in a very big hurry if he didn't get this kid out of here fast.

"Shit...we called Cas two hours ago," said Dean.

"Stall him if he shows up while I go talk to the kid's parents. Worst case scenario, we take him with us and he can learn with Teddy," said Bobby.

It took Bobby an hour to track down Jesse's parents, and finding out the half-truth about Jesse's odd accidents had come as a relief. They weren't afraid to move if it meant protecting their son from the things that would be coming after him...and Jesse couldn't wait to meet Teddy. His powers had been so strong that he didn't have any friends.

Dean stalled Cas while Bobby got Jesse and his folks out of town, and until they knew Jesse wasn't going to turn evil they were going to keep the angel and the cambion three states apart and under heavy wards.

As it was, Bobby made sure Jesse would get into Salem later so he could learn some control.


Castiel gave Bobby a very unhappy look.

"You know where the cambion is."

"You're not killing him and don't even think of challenging me on that decision angel," growled Bobby.

Castiel tried to increase his power and stare down those green eyes. He couldn't do it for more than five seconds before he was forced to back off.

Cassie honestly didn't care. So long as Jesse left heaven alone, it wasn't his problem.

"I have a duty to kill cambions," said Castiel.

"Not if you're overruled by a superior. And since you're currently cut off from heaven, that makes your superior me. You know who I became the day I ganked Riddle. Unless an arch angel shows up to overrule me, you will follow orders," said Bobby staring the angel down.

Sam and Dean watched this with open fascination as Castiel backed off on the subject of the cambion.

"Why is Cas following Bobby's orders? I mean we do it out of habit and respect, but why is he?"

Bobby shot Cassie a look, but hadn't counted on Teddy telling them instead.

"Uncle Bobby is Death's Master. He can overrule angels except for the arch angels who can't come to Earth without special vessels. He even has half of Death's Ring," said Teddy.

"Hold up, Death's Master?" said Dean in shock.

Bobby huffed.

"Remember the Hallows?"

"Those three mystical items left behind by Death to three brothers?" said Sam, the only one who had read the Tales of Beedle the Bard.

"On their own, they're relatively harmless if a bit overpowered. But anyone who can combine them and gain their allegiance becomes Death's equal among the mortal plain. That gives them quite a bit of leeway among the lower angels and some of the seraphs. I'm guessing Death knew about the angels planning to start the apocalypse early and made a contingency plan to avoid Lucifer or heaven from running over the mortals completely."

"And you collected the artifacts?"

"When I was seventeen. I inherited the first from my father, beat the last owner of the wand, and collected the stone from Death's ring after being resurrected. After I got the stone I became Death's equal, so long as I don't abuse their powers. Since I never actually used the damn things, that means my status is unchanged. It also means I outrank this feather brain here even when he was still connected to heaven," said Bobby flatly.