Chapter Four: Knights In Flannel Shirts

Godric's Hollow, England

Albus Dumbledore sat in the local village pub. He had just arrived back from London, after trying to convince Fudge that Voldemort was back. In ordinary circumstances Albus wouldn't be such a pest to Fudge, but now in the light of Azazel's return, he knew things could get started very quickly.

The barkeep, Gregory, came up to him and placed down a tall glass of whiskey.

"Cheers," smiled Dumbledore, taking a drink. He looked as two strangers, young men, possibly in their twenties, paid and left the pub. His eye's narrowed- something wasn't right about them.

"Gregory?" he called. Gregory turned away from the glass he was cleaning and went over to the wizard.

"What's the problem, Albus?"

"Who were those men?"

"Just college students passing through,"

"How come?"

"No reason," shrugged Gregory.

"No reason?" questioned Albus. Gregory's eyes suddenly seemed to glaze over and suddenly he said, "They were interested in local history,"

Albus frowned, local history? Godric's Hollow had no significant muggle local history. Sure it's wizarding history was plentiful, but those men weren't wizards, they didn't have that look about them for starters.

"Did you catch their names?" inquired Albus.

"No, actually," answered Gregory. Albus frowned, leaned in and asked in a hushed voice, "What were they asking about?"

Gregory told the elderly wizard everything; after all they didn't call Dumbledore one of the most skilled partitioners of Legilimency for nothing.

Sam and Dean drove the Impala quickly through the quiet streets of Godric's Hollow. The town seemed to have plunged into darkness and yet the heat hadn't left. Sam could feel his t-shirt sticking to the leather in the heat.

"Dean?"

"…"

"Yeah, you need to get an air con,"

"Sam, driver picks the –"

"Dean! We're not even listening to music!"

"Sorry man, the heat," said Dean simply and he wound down the car window. Sam rolled his eyes and silently agreed that the heat was getting to him too.

"Much further?"

"Nah," replied Dean. He turned left down a street that was occupied with small cottages. He stopped the car in front of the Potter residence. The two brothers climbed out, flicked on their torches and went up to the fence.

"Sam, how does a whole house just disappear?" asked Dean, shining the torch over the fence.

"Dean! What do you mean – the house is still there!" said Sam, turning to his big brother.

"Sam, there isn't anything there, just an empty block of land,"

"I swear to God, there is a house there!" exclaimed Sam, turning back to the house, "It's covered in ivy and falling apart. The right hand side of the top storey looks like it's been blown apart". He turned to Dean, "You can see it? Can't you?"

"Sam…there isn't anything there," said Dean, shaking his head at Sam, "Just empty space,"

"Dean, there is, I don't know why you can't see it, but there is something there,"

Dean shrugged; slightly annoyed that he couldn't see the house. They went up to the gate, and Sam placed his hand on the rusty old gate. Suddenly Sam leapt back, crushing Dean's toe.

"Bitch" swore Dean, "What happened?"

"It's a tablet," breathed Sam, leaning in as if reading something.

"Sam, there isn't anything there!"

"On this spot, on the night of 31 October 1981, Lily and James Potter lost their lives. Their son, Harry remains the only wizard alive to have survived the Killing Curse. This house, invisible to Muggles, has been left in its ruined state as a monument to the Potters and as a remainder of the violence that tore apart their family," read Sam. He drew to his full height and looked at Dean, "I guess you can't see it..."

"Because I'm not magic?" said Dean, rolling his eyes, "Freaking hell…so, Harry Potter? The kid from the cemetery,"

"Yeah, and that's not all, writing all over this thing, is stuff like 'Good luck Harry wherever you are', 'If you read this Harry we're all behind you', and even 'Long live Harry Potter!',"

"That kid is like frigging King Arthur," said Dean, shaking his head in disbelief.

"…,"

"So – so far we know that some wizards are after him, and that Voldie is also after him, since Harry gave him the slip all those years ago and now he wants revenge,"

"Yeah, he'll need protection,"

"I don't know how we'd find him though," said Dean, "I have a feeling, that wizards are like hunters,"

"How?"

"We do what we do and we shut up about it," replied Dean, "And wizards really emphasise on the shut up part. Normal people can't see what they can see for starters…"

"And I'm not normal?"

"No Sammy, remember we're freaks,"

"Yeah, according to Hendrickson,"

"And to every other person that doesn't know about things that go bump in the night," shrugged Dean with a small smile, "So we want to go in?"

"Don't think it'll be much use…since you can't see the damn place,"

"Yeah. This sucks so mu – SAM!" yelped Dean as suddenly, Sam gripped his head and collapsed to the ground, shaking. Dean bent down and cradled his brother's overgrown figure in his arms.

"Dean…" gasped Sam, looking up into Dean's green eyes.

"Yeah"

"Harry being attacked…"

"Okay, c'mon let's go," said Dean quickly, pulling Sam up and taking him over to the car. Sam slid onto the car seat with Dean helping him.

"So do you know where Harry was being att-"

"DEAN!" yelled Sam, suddenly, raising an arm and pointing. Dean turned his head to the right side of the road and suddenly saw an old man appear out of no where.

"Thanks Haley Joel," muttered Dean, under his breath, drawing a handgun. The old man, as if sensing the danger, quickly drew a stick, no a wand. Dean's eyes widened and the next second he pulled the trigger.

BANG!

Albus Dumbledore didn't know why he didn't use the shield charm. Had it been a wizard he would have, he would have reacted in an instant. But he hadn't expected the Muggle to fire. He hadn't actually thought of the possibility that maybe they would react this quickly. Then again, if a demon was after them, then they must be trained to react like that.

The old wizard lay on the ground, shaking. He looked down to his chest, to a big bloody wound. He breathed, relieved that the bullet hadn't hit him in the heart. He knew enough about Muggles to know that he would be dead if that happened.

Albus raised his head, struggling to draw breath. The man that had shot was getting into the car. Suddenly the engine cut through the night, and the car screeched away. Albus groaned and pointed his wand at his wound.

"Wingardium Leviousa," he murmured. The bullet lifted out of his wound, and Dumbledore quickly healed it with a spell. As he rose, the area where the bullet had hit, stung, and throbbed. He rubbed it and then disappeared into thin air.

He had found the Winchesters, and he wasn't going to let them go.

English Countryside

They didn't stop driving. Sam was desperately trying to find out where Harry had been attacked in his vision, but all he knew was that it happened in an alleyway, with a large boy, probably Harry's age. It wasn't a lot to go on.

"Got anything?" asked Dean for what seemed the hundredth time, whilst Sam tapped away on the laptop, thankful that his laptop had a massive internet range. Who could blame him? He had no idea where he as going, all he knew he had to get out of Godric's Hollow as fast as possible.

"Yeah…I searched for a Harry Potter right? And turns out there is a Harry James Potter in residence in Little Whinging. He lives with his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon Dursley and his cousin Dudley,"

"Fugly names," chucked Dean.

"Whatever, anyway I looked into it a bit more, and Petunia used to have a sister called Lily who got married to a James Potter,"

"Bingo," said Dean, "So got an address?"

"Number four, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. I'll call Damien, ask him for directions,"

"Terrific."

4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey, England

Harry stormed off from his Aunt and Uncle's house, in the heat of the summer afternoon. He knew he'd be in trouble with them later for his rudeness. But after fourteen years of being told what to do and never standing up for himself; it felt good to make them mad- hell, it was the best he'd felt.

His summer holidays, were never good, in fact, Harry dreaded them. This one was no exception to the rule. However this time, living in Privet Drive with his magic despising relatives had reached its all time low. Harry couldn't help and feel frustrated that Voldemort was back and he was stuck here.

He remembered the sound he'd heard before, and sighed. It hadn't been a magical sound, he decided, just a car backfiring. He'd personally prefer for it to be a wizard but the chances of that were less then zero.

The Impala seemed to roar in joy as they raced along the motorway. Dean gripped the steering wheel, whilst Sam gave directions. They passed through endless stretches of countryside and through suburbia.

They reached Little Whinging, when the sun was staring to set.

"Shit, it's like Stepford," commented Dean, as they drove past an endless stretch of houses, that all looked exactly the same. Sam looked at Dean and said, "It sorta reminds of that housing development place we went to once,"

"The one with the killer bugs?"

"Yep,"

"So you thought of what the things in your vision might be?"

Sam, thought for a moment and said, "Now I think about it, it reminded me of a Shritigia, but not quite,"

"Consecrated wrought irons then," said Dean, "I hope,"

"Me too,"

They reached number four, and Dean parked out front. The Winchesters each grabbed fake ID's.

"Dean?"

"What?"

"Since these one's say we're English police, accent,"

Dean looked at Sam and said, "You're joking right?"

"Nope,"

"Perfect," said Dean with a shrug. The Winchesters rose out of the Impala and proceeded to the front door of number four. They passed the dying hedge, and wilting flowers, and reached the front door. Sam pressed the doorbell.

The door opened to reveal a large man, with hardly any neck and a big thick moustache. Behind him stood a tall thin woman, who had a long neck and perfect blonde hair.

"Hello Mr and Mrs Dursley," said Sam in a thick English accent.

"We don't give to charity, we don't want any –"

"We were wondering if we could have a word to a Harry Potter," said Dean, smoothly showing his badge.

"What trouble has that boy got into this time?" growled Vernon.

"None, we just wanted to have a word with him," said Sam quickly, as he saw the man before him glow red.

"He isn't here right now," said Vernon stiffly.

"Okay, well when he turns up, call us," said Dean, writing down his phone number quickly and handing it to Vernon. The Dursleys shut the door and the Winchesters wandered back to the Impala. They hopped in.

"Well they aren't assholes or anything," commented Dean dryly. The next second, the sky darkened, the air grew cold, and the wind changed direction, dramatically.

"Drive," said Sam, but Dean didn't need to be told. He gunned the engine and they flew down the street to the source. They came up to an alleyway and saw two lone boys entering it, arguing. They raced to the boot and grabbed some weapons.

Sam froze as he watched the creatures flew down. They were almost like those grim reapers you saw in dodgy horror films, except they were real, very real.

"Shit!" swore Sam.

"What Sam?" asked Dean franticly, sensing that something was wrong. Sam turned to Dean and swore again.

"You can't see them?"

"What?"

Sam ran his hand through his hair, trying to work it out in his head. It was hard though, every time he thought hard, voices seemed to echo in his head, voices of loved ones gone. He shook his head and raced into his bag and ripped out the PDA, the very same PDA that had saved their lives on the set of Hell Raisers in Hollywood.

Sam turned it on and handed it to Dean. Dean lifted it up and saw the creatures, and gasped, "What the hell!"

Harry gasped for breath as the Dementor bent over him. His hand stretched out, trying to reach his wand, but it was just out of his reach. His panicked mind seemed to race, so this was how he was going to die, alone in an alleyway, having his happiness sucked out of him.

Suddenly a bullet whizzed past, sending the Dementor backwards. Harry looked up, as his parents voices screamed in his head, and nearly fainted.

Standing bold as brass, were two knights, dressed in flannel shirts. Sam and Dean Winchester had arrived.

Sam and Dean saw one of the boys left his head and smile at the sight of them. Instantly he recognised the boy as Harry Potter, the boy from the cemetery.

The brothers proceeded forward, firing off rounds as they went. Iciness crept into their hearts, and Sam's head seemed to erupt in the screams and voices of loved ones. He gasped for air, as he felt the happiness ripped out of him. He staggered and fell in a crumple.

Dean looked down at his brother, in anger and turned back to the creatures, firing off an endless round of bullets. He looked at the creatures through the PDA, and felt rage build up in him. He felt the terrible feeling of depression creep into his body and he wanted to fall down and leave this but he didn't. It was the creatures that were causing this and it was Dean's job to save his little brother, no matter what.

He raised the gun and shot at the creatures, desperately fighting the cold and dark feelings that were trying to pull him down. He felt no happiness, only loneliness, but he didn't need to be happy to kill these things, just strong.

"Harry, get your friend over here," ordered Dean, shooting away the creatures. The round's had hardly any effect on them but they did distract them. Harry grabbed his cousin and pulled him over to the older Winchester.

"Why isn't this working?" screamed Dean in frustration, realising both Harry, Sam and the other boy were deteriorating quickly.

"Only a Patronus..." stammered Harry, weakly raising his wand. The creatures began to advance on the group, Harry feeling close to faint, whilst Dean was desperately trying to keep the things away from them with little effect.

As they advanced Dean could feel his strength ebbing away. He couldn't give up, he had to save Sammy, he had to keep them safe, that was his job. He dropped onto his knees in despair when he used up his last bullet. The things were but a few feet away, gliding ever closer, when suddenly Sam, Dean, Harry and the larger boy were surrounded by a group of men and women.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" roared the party. All of a sudden a group of semi transparent silvery creatures appeared and began to charge at the cloaked beings. The cloaked beings fled. It all happened very quickly and before Dean could even blink the angelic creatures were gone and the summer warmth had returned.

"Lupin?" asked Harry weakly to one of the men. The man nodded and helped Harry up, whilst the rest of the party helped the Winchesters and his cousin, Dudley.

"What are you –" began Harry. Lupin silenced him and handed the young wizard a piece of chocolate. Dean breathed in slowly and stared at the group.

There were about six people there; the man called Lupin looked middle aged, with greying hair and was wearing shabby robes. Behind him, another man looked horribly disfigured with a large chunk missing from his nose, one small beady eye and one large electric blue one. To his right were two women, one very pretty with short violet hair, the other women pink cheeked and with black hair. Bringing up the rear was another man; square jawed with thick straw coloured hair, and the last man who was tall and black.

The violet woman came over and smiled at Dean.

"Eat this," she said, holding out a piece of chocolate. Every instinct in Dean's body went off like alarm bells; after all you should never take food from strangers. But as the woman forced it into his hands, he gave in and swallowed it. He instantly felt his body warm. He blinked a couple of times and then asked, "Where's Sammy?"

"He's over there," said the woman, pointing to the other side of the alley. Sam sat there, propped against the wall, head bent, silent tears streaming down his face, shaking. Dean got up and stumbled over.

"Is he okay?" asked Dean softly. The disfigured man looked at Dean, pity in his eyes.

"He isn't responding,"

Dean groaned and sat next to Sam, grabbing the chocolate from the man. He was aware that the strangers had begun to talk.

Dean nudged Sam in the ribs. After a long pause Sam looked sideways at Dean, still in his semi-vegetative state.

"Jess…she was…calling…" said Sam slowly, breathing in deeply. The wizards looked at the brothers intrigued. Dean pushed the chocolate into Sam's hands gently.

"Eat it," said Dean, in the exact same tone he had used when they were growing up.

"What…is it?" slurred Sam, ignoring what Dean had said.

"Chocolate, it'll make you better, trust me," said Dean encouragingly. Sam lifted the chocolate tentatively and then began to eat it. After the first few bites Sam's body began to warm and he popped the rest of it into his mouth.

"Better?"

"Yeah," nodded Sam, smiling. Dean breathed in relieved and then turned his attention to the strangers. He eyed them off and then said, "Who the hell are you, what were those things, why couldn't I see those things and Sam could, and how the hell did you appear out of nowhere?"

The group looked at each other uneasily.

"Well in answer to one of your questions, those things were Dementors," said Lupin.

"Dementors? What the hell?"

"Dementors are the wraiths that guard the Azkaban Prison. They feed off people's happiness making someone relive their worst memories. As you found out bullets have no effect," said the sandy haired man in a low growl.

"Then what did you do?" asked Sam looking up.

"The only things that can stop them are a Patronus charm," shrugged the black man.

"Okay," said Dean slowly, "But why couldn't I see them and Sam and you all could? And you guys are wizards aren't you,"

"Yeah, they're wizards, but what do you mean?" asked Harry, "Every time you fired of a bullet it hit one of them,"

The wizards stared at Dean. Dean sighed and answered, "You know the thing I had in my hand?"

"Yeah," said Harry, "The mobile type thing,"

"Yeah, well it was a PDA which has a small camera in it, and camera's are extra sensitive so they can pick up things like ghosts and other supernatural things that otherwise you can't see with the naked eye," shrugged Dean, "But anyway back to my question,"

"Only magical people can see them, in other words Muggles can't see them," said the violet haired woman. "Well…now they can with that PDA thingy you had,"

"Okay," said Dean, "But who –"

"Aren't we ignoring all protocol?" cut in the disfigured man. The group nodded in agreement.

"What protocol?" asked Harry, "And answer his questions,"

"No," said the disfigured man, "First you two," he pointed at the Winchesters, "will answer our questions. For starters, who are you?"

Sam and Dean quickly rose and clenched their fists. Their guns were out of reach and empty, but they could still hurt the crap out of these guys. The group seemed to sense what was going through the Winchester's minds and whipped out their wands. Lupin gripped Harry's wrist and pulled him to the side where Dudley was slowly recovering.

"Now, I'll ask again, who are you?" said the disfigured man in a low threatening tone.

"They're Sam and Dean Winchester, the guys that saved me in June!" cried out Harry, wanting to stop any unwanted violence.

"Really?"

"Yeah, so?" shot back Sam aggressively. Lupin sighed and spoke up.

"Hestia, Kingsley, put a memory charm on Dudley and take Harry and he back to the Dursleys," ordered Lupin. The black haired woman and the tall black man nodded and went over to Dudley. The rest of the group kept their wands pointing at the Winchesters.

"Lupin, what's going on?" asked Harry uneasily.

"Those two are gonna take you back." Seeing the expression of horror on Harry's face at returning back to his aunt and uncle's, he smiled, "Don't worry, we'll be in contact with you in a couple of days,"

"What's going to happen to Sam and Dean and how did you know about the Dementors?" said Harry.

"Nothing… if they behave themselves," growled the disfigured man. Lupin chuckled.

"Moody, no need for threats. Don't worry Harry, Dumbledore want's to see them and for your last question…" said Lupin briskly.

"We were tracking them since Godric's Hollow, after they shot Dumbledore," said Moody in a low growl, glaring at the Winchesters.

"What!" exclaimed Harry, "They shot Dumbledore?"

Sam and Dean looked at each other awkwardly and said in unison, "Would it help if we said we were sorry?"

"You nearly killed the greatest wizard alive!" exclaimed Harry.

"Well, he isn't that great if he couldn't stop a little…" said Dean but stopped in mid track, realising that it wasn't going to help their predicament.

"That's better, bite your tongue," said Moody, raising his wand.

"Okay, that's enough," said Lupin, and glancing over at Kingsley and Hestia who had just obliviated Dudley, he pushed Harry over to them. Harry took one last glance back at the Winchesters and found himself being led back to the Dursleys.

Harry walked with Kingsley and Hestia. Dudley was being helped along by Kingsley. Harry had never seen his cousin so out of it.

"You sure you don't need any help with him?" asked Harry to break the silence. Kingsley smiled.

"No thanks, I'm fine Mr. Potter," he said tipping Harry an enormous wink.

"It's Harry," said Harry shortly, "And how am I gonna explain this to my Aunt and Uncle?"

Hestia laughed as the walked into Privet Drive, "No problem Harry, we're going to knock on the door and say we saw you and your cousin were being mugged by strangers and we saved you,"

"Okay," said Harry slowly, "But why can't I just go with you guys now? Can't you take me to the Burrow?"

Kingsley and Hestia looked at each other and sighed, "No Harry, we can't. But don't worry, someone will be in contact with you soon,"

Harry wanted to say that wasn't fair, but it was such a childish remark. And besides they weren't abandoning him for the rest of the summer. But something still confused Harry.

"Who are you exactly, how do you know Lupin and how did you know about the Dementors?" he asked.

"Now, isn't the time," said Kingsley in his deep soothing voice.

"But –"

They had just reached the Dursley's and Hestia rang the door bell. Harry watched as her face lit up in amusement at the little jingle it emitted. The door opened to reveal Uncle Vernon. He looked from Hestia to Harry to Kingsley and then his face went white when he saw Dudley.

"What…happened?" he stammered. Harry watched as Aunt Petunia came to the door and also gazed in horror.

"Well, we were walking along and we saw these boys being attacked, we helped them but the attackers got away," said Hestia in a calm voice, "So we thought we'd help them back,"

"Dudders…was…attacked…but why does he look so…"

"I think its shock," said Kingsley, "Either way we have to be going, so…"

Uncle Vernon nodded; and knocking Harry aside he helped Dudley into the house. Aunt Petunia followed Vernon and Dudley down the hall and into the lounge room. Harry sighed and said goodbye to the two wizards.

"Thanks,"

"No problem, Harry. Someone will be in contact with you soon," said Hestia. Harry watched as they walked away. He blinked and they were gone. He shut the door and made a dash for the stairs.

"BOY!" yelled Vernon's voice from the lounge room. Harry stopped at the stairs and turned his heel. He walked into the lounge and watched a white faced Petunia trying to help Dudley. It then occurred to him, what worst memories had Dudley been forced to relive whilst in the Dementors presence. He looked at his shaking and scared cousin, and actually felt sorry for the boy that had made his life a living hell since he had arrived at the Dursley's fourteen years ago.

"Is it true you were mugged?" interrogated Vernon suspiciously.

"Yes,"

"Then how come Dudders can't seem to remember a thing, and why is he shaking like that and you're not?"

"Ahhhh," began Harry trying to think up a brilliant lie, "Well… maybe it's just shock…. And, I dunno, those attackers hit him pretty hard on the head with that cricket bat so that could be it,"

Uncle Vernon's eyes narrowed and he said, "That had better be the case, boy, now go to your room,"

Harry obeyed silently, grateful for the privacy of his room. He lay on his bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to organise his thoughts. He had just been attacked by Dementors, and once again saved by Sam and Dean. How did they keep on turning up just when he really needed help? And who were all those people with Lupin? He recognised Moody, since it was only last year that he had been Harry's teacher… well, actually an impostor , but still…but the others, he had no idea. And who had told them about the Dementors?

A thousand theories seemed to race through Harry's mind, each as unlikely as the next. Why couldn't he just have a normal life? Wake up, eat breakfast, hang out with friends, none of this Dark Lord, endless battles crap. What he really wanted was his parents.

A single tear rolled down Harry's face. He wiped it away and went over to his desk. He wrote a quick letter on three different pieces of parchment.

I've just been attacked by Dementors. The Winchesters (guys that saved me in June) showed up. Then Lupin, Moody and a bunch of other wizards showed up and saved me. I have no idea what's going on.

He addressed these to Ron, Hermione and his godfather Sirius. He waited for his owl, Hedwig to come back from hunting. As it reached one o'clock, the snowy white owl returned with a frog in her mouth.

"These are for Ron, Hermione and Sirius, don't come back until they've written decent replies," he told her, stroking her with his finger. Hedwig hooted softly in a reliable way and accepted the letters. Harry watched sadly as she flew off into the night. Harry fell onto his bed and without undressing or removing his glasses he fell asleep.

Meanwhile Vernon looked at the piece of paper with the man's number on it. He glanced at Petunia and said, "Those men…I don't like them,"

He crumpled up the piece of paper, chucked it in the bin, thinking if he didn't reply they would never come back, ever. How very wrong was he…

"So… what happens now?" asked Sam, hoping that this couldn't get any worse. But knowing his and his brother's luck, it probably could.

"And who you are exactly," said Dean glaring. Moody stalked up to Sam and Dean, wand raised.

"You should show more respect to your elders,"

"Bite me,"

"Lupin, Moody, Sturgis," said the violet haired witch, "We should go,"

"Cool, we'll just leave then," said Dean, taking a step towards the Impala.

"Oh, I don't think so," said Moody, pointing the wand squarely at Dean's heart, "You're coming with us,"

"Hell no," said Sam, "The last wizards we ran into tried to kill us, how do we know you won't?"

The violet hair witch chuckled, "Coz we're the good guys, and besides , if we wanted you dead then we would've left you to the Dementors,"

"She has a point," commented Dean to Sam, raising an eyebrow as if to say - look even if we make a run for it they'll get us, so let's just go along with it.

"Yeah, well okay,"

"Excellent," said Lupin, "Now if each you will grab on of our han –"

"Where are we going exactly?" asked Dean sharply.

"You'll find out soon enough Sonny Jim,"

"No old man, you'll tell us now," spat back Dean to Moody.

"Why don't yo –"

"MOODY!" yelled the violet haired women. Dean and Moody fell silent and continued to glare at each other. The women went onto say, "Honestly, you two are hopeless! You," she pointed to Dean, "we are going back to headquarters, can't tell you where because then it wouldn't be a secret then. Now Moody, grow up! It's okay for them to ask questions! Stop being such a –"

"Tonks," said Sturgis in a deep soothing voice. The violet haired women called Tonks sighed and fell silent.

"Okay, let's go then," said Lupin.

"Wait a moment, what about the Impala?"

The wizards looked amongst themselves, confused, as to what an Impala was.

"The car," suggested Sam, helpfully.

"Someone will come and put it somewhere for safe keeping," said Lupin, thoughtfully. "I assume it has all your belongings in it?"

"Yeah…," said Dean in an offhand voice.

"Lupin, we'd better go," said the sandy haired man. Lupin nodded and motioned for Moody and Tonks to each grab one of the Winchesters hands. Dean looked over at Sam, who had Tonk's hand firmly clasped in his own, and felt jealousy build up inside of him. Why did he get to hold hands with the crotchety old geezer?

"So what are we do –?" started Sam but suddenly the world seemed to jump from underneath them. They groaned and closed their eyes as they felt an extreme pressure build up and then in a mere second, they were being sucked down, into what felt like a tight rubber tube.

When the Winchesters opened their eyes, they were no longer in the alleyway but in a street, with old houses, lined up against one another.

"Wow, looks like we can take going to Disneyland off our list," said Dean dryly.

Wow, seems like ages since I last updated. Anyway I hope you all enjoy this chapter and all that jazz. Please do review because they make me and my editor extremelley happy...Anyway have a nice day!