I woke up with magic throbbing through me. I used the excess ability to move the curtains in my room. The maids where waiting for me and cleaned up. I put on a floor length black dress. Slid my heels on and did my make up.

I entered the makeshift throne room/office. I found mycroft sitting on the couch with a scotch in hand and Sherlock standing to the left of the window. Arthur was gazing out the window facing the gardens. I silently sat down cross from mycroft. Arthur spoke cutting the silence "These hunters, they arrived safely and have what they need?" Mycroft nodded and sipped his scotch. "Good," Arthur reassured himself "Dawn, I need you to fetch these hunters." I nodded and without hesitation rose. I had memorized this place and the note from uncle Sherlock where they were staying.

Fifteen minutes later I knocked on one of the smaller state rooms. "In a minute" I heard a gravelly voice call. The door swung up to reveal a man slightly taller than Arthur "Mr. Winchester I suppose?" I asked. He held his hand out, "please, just call me Sam." I lightly shook his hand. "Uh-come in" he gestured to me. There was a second man at the table that reminded me of Arthur. Same pale blue eyes fixated on the plate of apple pie in front of him. Sam cleared his throat "Dean this is Dawn Emrys. The lady of the manor. " Dean shot up and brushed his hand on his jeans. He held his hand out while still chewing his bite of pie. I glared at him and his hand retreated to his pocket. I looked at Sam and in a cool voice told him "you and your brother are required in the office. Please follow me." I opened the door and turned to watch Sam picked up his laptop and Dean sadly eyed his pie.

I used my magic to open the heavy doors and showed the gentleman the couch. Then took my place on Arthur's right side. After a few tense moments Dean cleared his throat. "So what are you gonna kill us or something?" He asked hesitantly. I could see both the men in front of us shifting from anticipation. Arthur rose his head and spoke, "You are Sam and Dean Winchester correct?" I saw them both nod. "I heard rumors stating you are after the witch Morgana. Morgana so happens to be my half sister and, due to my very loyal and talented friends, I would like to present a proposal. We help you find Morgana and destroy her. Can I assume it would be a deal?" Dean shifted forward "look mister, mister, what is your last name?" Arthur put his pen down. "Pendragon. Arthur pendragon." The younger gentleman's jaw dropped and Dean had a smile of disbelief on his face. "Right, you are King Arthur. And I'm the pie fairy. Come on Sam." He rose to leave. My eyes flashed gold and the monstrous doors slammed shut with a resounding thud. "Mr. Winchester I would greatly appreciate if you would sit back down. Willingly." I told him. He turned and sat back down with his jaw locked. "Now, we are giving you the means and way. What do you say? Take up the family tradition of keeping the known world safe?" Arthur asked.

After the meeting and explaining to the two men, I excused myself. I had very little invested in the planning. I heard a knock on the door of the room. "Enter" I called watching the rain pour down. "Samuel Winchester. Always been curious have we?" I asked the young man. "I just want to clarify something." He said. I waved him to the chair and handed him a coffee cup full of coffee made to his preferences without moving a muscle. He put the coffee down "My brother and I are the descendants of Arthur Pendragon right?" He asked. "Correct" I coldly answered. "If I guessed correctly, you would be Merlin?" He asked with a wave in his confidence. I laughed. It may have sounded off and possibly cold. "No, I'm not Merlin. I assure you. He was my grandfather. I retain his powers and immortality though." I said watching Sam take a cup of coffee. His brows raised in approval from the taste. "And magic is real" he added I nodded. "Everything in legend is true." I confirmed. Dean busted in "Sam these people are nuts we gotta get going." He told his brother. He waited for sam to answer but pieced together the conversation that end moments before. "There is no way," Dean denied. "Come" I said.

We were in the common room between mine and Arthur's room. I walked to the table and ran my fingers against Excalibur. I pulled the sword out of the sheath and swung it. "I am able to wield this sword only because my grandad forged it in the fire of a dragons breath. The only mortal who can wield it is the descendant of the once and future king. Even then if multiple heirs to the line the sword would pick the most loyal and true to heart as its companion." I sheathed it. I flipped the blades handle to Sam. He slid the sword out only partially. "Loyal but not true to your heart." I smoothly put it back into the sheathe. I pointed the handle to Dean who pulled it out I smiled. "Samuel. You may be caught in the crosses of uncertainty. But you will be working with me. Dean, tomorrow you will work with the king." I handed the scabbard to Dean. Bowed "I look forward to tomorrow Sam. Two brains work better than one." And I retreated to my room.

A.n. Hey guys it's me. Yes I know so many characters and lines. Please let me know in your reviews (if you would kindly leave some) what you'd like to see more of. I plan on for a few chapters keep dawn and Arthur apart. But I would like to hear from you first!I'm