Author's note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed and who is sticking with this story. Honestly, I started writing this for myself whenever I wanted a break from schoolwork but I'm glad so many people enjoy it. In my last chapter, I tried to clarify the time travel thing a bit but I still got questions. Users GinnySong and Banner brought up a couple good points that I figure I should address.
Time travel: Honestly I didn't give much thought to this before. I wanted a crossover without making up my own timeline and without a massive age gap between the Winchesters and the Golden Trio. I figured the best way was to de-age Sam and Dean. The problem there is that young Sam and Dean are very different from current Sam and Dean. Their experiences make them that much more interesting so I decided to keep their minds their current age. Having God in the picture makes that easier. This causes timeline problems though, seeing as Sam and Dean didn't encounter wizards in their time. For now, let's just assume that God took them back in time and a little bit sideways to a parallel world where they did encounter wizards but their memories are still from the old timeline so they don't change. When they return to their future it may be their original timeline or the parallel one depending on whether or not I want to write a sequel. Either way, nobody outside the wizarding world is affected.
John Winchester: This chapter deals with that.
Hogwarts: Considering they haven't studied any magic they should be first years but that would cause all sorts of problems that I don't want to deal with. Since their purpose isn't to learn magic but to help the order, Dean is going to be in fifth year to be close to Harry. Sam will be in either third or fourth which will cause some commotion because he is currently tiny but he's a quick learner and mentally 32 years old. Placing him with 12-year-olds didn't seem right. This also allows him to go to Hogsmeade and possibly befriend Ginny and Luna.
John Winchester was beyond pissed. The hunter had woken up to find both his sons had vanished overnight. John had no idea what happened but he was angry. He was also completely terrified that he didn't know if his kids were safe, but he channeled that into anger as well. Terror was no use. Anger was fuel. Angry at what, he wasn't sure. Maybe at whatever took his kids right from under his nose. Maybe at the boys if they had decided to run away. Maybe at himself for not being able to protect his family. Either way, whatever or whoever was responsible, they were going to get the full impact of John Winchester's fury. So, when the Lord appeared a minute later, he was bombarded by every weapon, supernatural and not, that the infuriated hunter could throw at him.
"It's your father. He wants to talk to you."
Dean took a deep breath as he lifted the phone to his ear. He had been dreading this. Chuck had said he would deal with Dad. Did it work? Was John going to storm over to Bobby's and try to take them back? How do you convince John Winchester to let his boys go? Dean tried to keep his voice level as he spoke.
"Dad?"
"Dean," was the gruff reply. John's voice didn't betray any emotion. There was a long pause. "You know, I didn't believe in God." Another pause. "I thought, God can't exist. He wouldn't have let all of this happen." Silence. " Turns out God is a massive dick." Dean let out a slight chuckle. He really was his father's son.
"Nah, angels are dicks. God is the father of all dicks. Literally." It was John's turn to laugh. The sound too tired to be genuine. "But really, he's not that bad. Just a father who made mistakes."
"A father, huh? I guess that's how he convinced me."
"Convinced you?"
"To not come after you boys until you've completed your mission. You know I would've. I was gonna drop everything to go hunt you two down."
"Dad, you can't do that."
"I know."
"You-What? Just like that?"
"We spoke, one father to another. He told me everything. About the future. About your mission. About you. It put things in perspective. You're not 16 anymore, are you? You and Sam are strong. If God himself has this much faith that you can do this, I guess I should too. Don't know how much I've missed, but from the sounds of it, the both of you are better Hunters than I am anyway. I'd try to go with you, but just like you have your job, I have mine. You boys have each other and Bobby. There are other people who can't protect themselves. That's my job. I've got to hunt so bad things don't happen to innocent people. So people don't end up like us. I've got to keep looking for old Yellow Eyes. But any sign that you boys are in trouble, I'm dropping whatever hunt I'm on and coming to help."
"Dad, we'll be fine."
"Listen, Dean, I'm going to trust that you know what you're doing and I know I don't have to tell you this, but watch out for Sammy. And be careful, you got that?"
"Yeah, Dad. Thanks. And you be careful, too. Hunts are even more dangerous if no one's there to watch your back."
"I know. Good luck with your mission. I'd better get you boys back in one piece."
"You will."
"Good."
"Okay, so what now?"
After Dean got off the phone with John, they had a quick lunch break and then spent a few hours discussing their plan of action and preparing for the trip. According to what Chuck said just before he sent them back, they had to wait for this Dumbledore guy to contact them. Since they had no idea when that would be, the three hunters busied themselves with gathering as much information as possible. Well, the boys did anyway. Bobby was the one doing most of the informing. He told Dean as much as he could about the wizarding world while Sam scanned through the books he brought from the Bunker, occasionally jumping in with a question of his own. That's how they spent the remainder of the afternoon. Bobby trying to fend of Dean's barrage of questions while also clarifying certain facts Sam found in his books. At some time around seven, Bobby decided that it was time for dinner. This was met with strong protests from both boys.
"But Bobby we have so much to catch up on."
"We can keep going."
"Who knows when the Headmaster will get in touch. We need to be ready."
"There's so much of this wizard shit to learn if we want to blend in."
"It's not even that late!"
"Stop whining and get yer asses to the kitchen ya idgits. I know you think you can run on empty, but don't forget: your bodies ain't as tough as you're used to. You're growing boys now and the last thing we need is you passing out from hunger because yer too damn stubborn to take care of yourselves properly. Now you're gonna take a break from all this for a sec and help me in the kitchen. Afterward, you can study all you want, but right now, it's time for dinner."
The boys begrudgingly put down their books and headed to the kitchen. After dinner, they cleaned up and the three spent the remainder of the night preparing. It was well past midnight by the time they finally decided to head to bed. Bobby said a brief goodnight and disappeared into his room. After a quick check that everything was ready for the next day, Sam and Dean also headed upstairs.
Dean woke up slowly, taking a minute to process that he was not in his own room at the bunker, but rather in Bobby's guest room that had pretty much belonged to him and Sam. After finally opening his eyes and looking around the room, Dean was momentarily surprised to see Sam still asleep in the other bed. He'd forgotten that he was the one who used to be up first. When had it switched? Usually, Sam had already gone for a run, showered, eaten breakfast and started on whatever nerdy stuff he had planned for the day by the time Dean managed to drag himself out of bed. Not that Dean had trouble getting up early. Hunters need to be able to get up and ready to go no matter what time it is. Any amount of time could be the difference between life and death, which is why, when not in any immediate danger, Dean liked to take his time in the mornings. He liked to savor the peacefulness before getting up and dealing with whatever problem fate decided to throw their way. He smiled as he watched Sam. Seeing his little brother sleeping so deeply made it easy to forget that he isn't actually 12 years old. When awake, Sam speaks and acts like his 32-year-old self in a much smaller body, but eyes closed and motionless as he is now, he looks every bit like the 12-year-old Dean remembers. Deciding that he'd had enough reminiscing for the day, Dean sat up and went over to wake Sam up. Then he paused. A smile grew on his face, this one much less innocent than before. He had an idea.
Bobby woke up to a commotion in the other room. The first thing he heard was yelling.
"DEAN! What the hell!?"
Dean's laughter could be heard clearly through the wall.
"Rise and shine Sammy!"
"Why can't you just wake me up like a normal person?"
"Where's the fun in that? Besides, shaving cream in the hand? It's a classic!"
"Where did you get the shaving cream anyway? Neither of us even shave yet."
"Raided Bobby's bathroom. Be glad it wasn't Nair this time."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
Bobby sighed.
"Idjits."
Author's Note: Wow it's been a long time. Sorry this is so short but I wanted to post something at least. This was a bit of a transition chapter anyway. Things should start to pick up soon. They'll meet Dumbledore and probably the Order next chap so I'm pretty excited. I still have some trouble writing Bobby and John but hopefully, it's not too obvious. I try my best to keep my writing in character but if I'm not succeeding please let me know! Reviews are always welcome! I'm actually surprised at how many follows I've gotten with only two chapters but I'm definitely thankful. Feedback always makes me happy. So, until next time!
