The road to hell!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Supernatural.

This story contains mentions of past child abuse and Male/Male scenes. This story is rated M for a reason. If you don't like this sort of story then turn back now, you've been warned.

Hey guys, I'm back again. Sorry it's been so long things have been hectic, you know how it is. Anyway I'll try to write more often now that I have a bit more time on my hands. I hope you enjoy this next chapter and update at the end. Mwa.

Ch:4

"How do you suppose we find this dude? We don't even know what he his, just his name." Dean asked from his seat in Bobby's lounge room.

"Don't be so quick to cast aside the name, sometimes that's all we need." Harry told them.

"What do you mean?" Sam asked, frowning in confusion.

"Well a name can be your most powerful tool against someone, especially for a magic user like me. If you have someone's true name you can control them like a puppeteer with those creepy doll thingys." He shuddered, earning some raised eyebrows. "I say we prepare for every big bad we know of and perform a séance Wiccan style."

"We don't even know if a séance will even work on this thing." Dean protested.

"It will with me performing it, there is no stronger séance than one performed by a Wiccan."

"What do you need?" Bobby asked with no further protest.

"I need salt, pure water (preferably Holy), a candle (white pillar for purity), dirt from a cemetery and incense." Bobby nodded.

"I have all of that."

"Ok then silence for a moment, I need to summon summon something from Scotland." With that his hand palm up and closed his eyes. At first nothing happened and then they could feel the hair raising on the back of their necks and the air became stifling. Suddenly a ceremonial knife appeared in his hand and he opened his eyes.

"That's a real pretty knife you've got there." Dean snickered making Harry roll his eyes.

"It's not a knife genius it's an athamé, it's a powerful tool, a conduit, for those of us who are strong enough to not need a wand."

"What are the stones inlaid in the handle?" Sam asked.

"Blue Chalcedony for luck, to smooth and restore balance, Lapis Lazuli (pronounced latsuli) for power, spirit, vision, wisdom and truth and Crystal Quartz to enhance the power and charge the other two stones. They are my power stones, everybody has at least two even you non-magicals." They nodded. "Alright, do you have your weapons?" They nodded again. "Alright, I need a large open space to set up my things. The sooner we do this the sooner we know what we're dealing with."

"We'll use the shed, I keep it empty for this reason." Bobby told him as they gathered the things they needed for the ritual and continued out the back to the shed.

"Whatever you do, don't say a word and try not to make too much noise while I'm working. One misspoken or out of place word could ruin everything." He warned them and they nodded seriously in return. The room was large enough that they could all work without bumping into one another. "Just put my things on the table there and do what you need to. I won't take too long." He said as he tucked the athamé into his belt and picked up the bad of salt and started to pour it in a circle but left a gap at the end then started to pour the salt in the form of a pentagram. When that was done he stepped out of the pentagram and closed the salt circle. He then put the salt down and drew the athamé again and walk around the pentagram with the tip of the blade pointing down at the salt.

"Salt, Purification, Strength and Protection." The pentagram glowed gold for a moment then died down and he put the athamé away again.

He then picked up the incense stick and walked to the east point of the pentagram and stuck the stick in the mound of salt there but didn't say anything, he just went back to the table and picked up the candle pillar and paced it on the south mark, again without lighting it. He then placed a copper bowl on the west mark and filled it with the Holy water and poured the cemetery dirt into a well he made in the salt at the north mark. He then stood and went to the last point of the pentagram and drew his athamé again and looked to see if everyone was ready. When he received nods from all around he gestured for them to remain silent before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them again they were almost glowing.

He lifted the athamé and pointed it at the incense. "Power of the east, Communication, Travel and Divination. Air, I ignite thee." He spoke in a calm clear voice and his athamé started to glow as the incense stick suddenly lit up.

"Power of the south, Will, Energy, Purification, Strength and Protection. Fire, I ignite thee." The wick of the candle lit up with the flame burning bright and steady.

"Power of the West, Emotions, Cleansing, Death and Rebirth. Water, I invoke thee." A mini whirlpool rose above the bowl.

"Power of the North, Stability, Strength, Grounding, Protection and Nature. Earth, I invoke thee." Again a mini tornado rose above the pile of dirt.

"Power of Centre, Magick, Change, Transformation and Divinity. Spirit, I invoke thee." As soon as the last word left his mouth all the elements rose up and spread until they joined together to make a circle of protection in front of Harry who was glowing with the power flowing through him.

He pointed the athamé towards the sky and a bolt of lightening came from out of nowhere and struck the tip, charging it with natural, raw power. He then pointed it at the circle and started to chant in Latin.

"Castiel, nos honeste petierirt ut nos honoremus te cum facie tua."

The protection circle suddenly flared up and swirled around the circle until they could see nothing, then suddenly as it started, it stopped and two men stood in the centre of the circle.

Harry gave a nervousness laugh as he eyed the two men but he didn't move from his power point.

"He he, oops."

AN: "Castiel, nos honeste petierirt ut nos honoremus te cum facie tua." (Translation: "Castiel, we respectfully ask that you honour us with your presence.")