New Characters: (In order of mention/appearance)

Kara (Biggerson's Waitress)

Perry (Biggerson's Waiter)

Lance (Biggerson's Manager)

Ion (Angel)

Naomi (Angel, Leader of one of the Factions of Heaven)

"Why didn't you tell me that Kevin was going to Divinations with you?" Hermione asked flustered. They had gone back to the Gryffindor Common room and spent their free DADA time catching Hermione up with everything that had happened since Harry woke up that morning.

Harry used the same excuse that he had that morning. "You don't take Divinations and I didn't want you to be distracted during Ancient Ruins."

"Plus you were there for all the excitement." Ron said, "Although I can't for the life of me figure out out he knew about you, and Harry being with me in my dream. I specifically left it out so Trelawney couldn't come up with another reason that Harry was going to die. Sorry mate."

Harry shrugged.

"It's almost as if Kevin was better at Divination than Trelawney is." Ron continued. "But that doesn't make sense. He's a muggle!"

Hermione looked between the two, her mind suddenly free to look at the whole situation now that she wasn't focused on why Harry hadn't told her about Kevin in the first place. "Harry, this morning you said Kevin told you he wasn't a Hunter? "

Harry looked at her curiously. "Yeah?"

"Did he say why he wanted to go to Divination?" She asked.

"No. Just that he needed to clear his head." Harry replied.

"And Ron, you mentioned that Trelawney told Kevin that he was 'touched by the Divine?' But he didn't seem surprised by it?"

"Yep." Ron said.

"And he knew about parts of your dream that weren't in the dream journal?" Hermione continued, her questions coming out faster as she clarified everything. Ron nodded. "Then when Kevin shook your hand Harry he passed out, although not for long. The Winchesters, didn't seem surprised when his first request was paper. They acted like it was almost normal."

"And?" Ron asked.

"What if it was normal? Muggles have people who are said to be able to see the future. They're usually fake, but even though I don't believe in it, what if Kevin can actually divine the future?"

"If he could tell the future it would explain why the King of Hell killed his girlfriend." Harry said slowly.

"Do you really believe that?" Hermione asked.

"He certainly believed so." Ron said.

"Why would Lucifer kill his girlfriend?"

"Not Lucifer. Crowley." Harry and Ron both said at the same time. They grinned at each other.

Hermione looked at them annoyed. "You are not helping….The Winchesters did say that demons are real. Do you think this has something to do with that?"

"Maybe," Harry replied. "But I don't think we're going to get any answers by just speculating."

"You are absolutely right." Hermione said, "I am going to ask them directly."

Harry rolled his eyes. There was no stopping Hermione now, their next Defense Against the Dark Arts class was definitely going to be interesting.

It wasn't long into Kara's shift at Biggerson's when a man in a trench coat sat down at her table. It was hot in Santa Fe but that didn't seem to stop people from drinking coffee, especially not him. He was on his third cup already. The man was looking at his watch when she came back around with a fresh pot.

"I guess I've been acquiring the taste." He said as she refilled his cup.

"Yeah, the coffee's not bad here."

"You know, I remember when you first discovered it. Before you started brewing it, you'd just chew the berries. Folk tale is true, by the way, you learned it from the goats."

It was usually best to humor crazy customers. "Uh, been on the road a long time, huh?" She asked.

"Feels like I've been on the run forever."

He was definitely crazy...yep. She thought as she exchanges a look with the guy behind the counter. "Uh, I'm sorry, mister, but you're gonna have to order more than coffee if you wanna keep the table." Kara said gently

"Of course, um..." He said with a glance at the menu, "I'll have the smart-heart beer-battered tempura tempters."

"Of course. Coming right up." Kara said grateful for the escape.

"They're getting closer." He said and Perry who was taking an order at the next table vaguely heard him

"What's that, chief?" He asked looking over just in time to see him disappear.

Perry got down on all fours, looking under the table the man was sitting at just as his manager Lance came out of the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" Lance asked, getting down on his knees as well.

"I swear to God, Lance, the guy just disappeared."

"You on that crack again, Perry?" Lance asked.

Dean woke up early on Wednesday morning. Throwing the blankets off he sat on the edge of his bed and did what he had done every morning since he had been thrown into Purgatory. He prayed.

"Dear Castiel. I know you're probably still running away, buddy. I wish you would trust us more but I get it... Just… take care of yourself okay Cas? You can always find us if you need anything…"

Getting up Dean went to take a shower. He and Sam only had two classes today which meant they could try to find the place in Kevin's vision, not having the internet was definitely making research slower though. After he had finished washing up Dean let the spray in the shower pour down, washing away his stress. The water pressure here was awesome.

When he was done he grabbed a towel and after wrapping it around his waist went to wake Sam up.

"Hey Sam." He said pulling the blankets off the bed. "Time to wake up. Snape was going to come over and help us with required spell work before classes this morning remember?"

Sam groaned and rolled over. "Five more minutes Dad."

Dean laughed as he sat down on Sam's bed, and shook him awake. "Seriously dude. Wake up. You're having nightmares."

Sam smacked his hand away. "I'm getting up. I'm getting up...Do we have any coffee?"

"I can smell it if that's what you mean." Dean said as he watched Sam hunt for his clothes without opening his eyes. "I'm going to finish getting dressed."

Sam grunted in acknowledgement..

"No going back to sleep." Dean yelled as he left the room.

In an office of white and glass, a man stood in front of his leader.

"Ion, tell me that you have good news." Naomi said.

"He's using a clever tactic. It's a restaurant called Biggerson's." Ion said carefully. "The humans have built hundreds of them, almost exactly alike."

Naomi narrowed her eyes. "What are you talking about?"

"It's their sameness. Castiel is using it against us." Ion continued. "Now, we try to orient ourselves, but it's as if we're in every Biggerson's at once. Trapped in a quantum superposition." Ion grimaced. "Now, he chooses which to go to next. That's what's giving him the edge.

"You're saying that you can't catch him." Naomi stated, carefully restrained anger in her voice.

"There's...there's just so many Biggerson's."

"Very well. You say he can't be caught? Then we will simply have to make him stop."

Ion nodded nervously.

Castiel sats at the table, drinking his coffee while the scenery behind him changed rapidly.

Bangor, Maine.

Lincoln, Nebraska.

Reno, Nevada.

Tucson, Arizona

Then back to Santa Fe, New Mexico. Castiel paused. Something wasn't right. Looking down passed his cup he saw that his table was smeared with blood. He looked around the restaurant and found it was littered with broken bodies.

A voice could be heard faintly from the ground. "You have to stop."

Castiel stood up and found his waitress Kara crumpled against one of the booths. Her eyes were gone. Burned out by the angels that had massacred the humans.

"They said you have to stop." Kara repeated over and over. "You have to stop."

"No." He whispered as grief and rage filled him. Cas reached out to heal her but stopped suddenly as an angel blade pressed itself against his throat.

"You have to stop. You have to stop. They said you…"

Cas heard a snap, and Kara's neck broke. He glared at the woman in a business suit standing over her. No remorse showed on her face, just annoyance. "Can't hear myself think."

"We were supposed to be their shepherds, not their murderers." Cas growled at Naomi.

"Not always, angel. There was that day, back in Egypt, not so long ago, where we slew every first-born infant whose door wasn't splashed with lamb's blood...And that was just PR." Naomi said.

"Well, I wasn't there."

"Oh, you were there. You just don't remember it." Naomi said walking up to him. "Where is the angel tablet, Castiel?"

"In the words of a good friend... bite me."

Naomi glared at Castiel before turning to her two guards. "Go. Search all these Biggerson's. He must have hidden it along the way."

Naomi watched over Cas while the angels searched.

Ion arrived back first. "I've been all over them. It's not there."

Naomi stood up, her hand gripping her angel blade in an attempt to calm down. "Why? Why are you doing this?" She asked.

Before Cas could answer a gunshot echoed through the restaurant. The angel next to Naomi fell to the ground, light filling the room as his Grace left him. A second shot hit Ion in the arm. His blood and Grace dripped from his wound.

"Naomi, darling. Miss me?" Crowley asked.

Naomi whipped around to glare at the demon.

"Do you like it? I had my R and D people melt down one of your angel blades, cast it into bullets. Seems to do the trick."

"How dare you." Naomi growled.

Crowley smiled cheekily "I'm the daringest devil you've ever met, love."

Pulling out her Grace and filling the room Naomi stared the demon down.

Pointing his gun at Naomi, Crowley smiled. "We've been here before, haven't we? Let's see who blinks first." Then he pulled the trigger.

Naomi disappeared.

"Hmm." Crowley shrugged. "Hi, Cas…" Crowley said as he sauntered over. "That's right, Cas. I got me an angel on the payroll. It's that kinda universe, these days." Then he turned the gun on Cas and shot him in the stomach. "Now grab him and follow me."

Sam, Dean and Kevin were sitting around the coffee table in the Winchester's suite waiting for Snape. They were looking over books for the location Kevin had seen in his vision.

Snape hadn't been able to come that morning because of an accident with the Second Years in Herbology involving Puffapods, which had required him to brew potions for most of the morning to fix. So they had agreed to change their rendezvous to after Snape was done with Potions.

Dean groaned as he threw one of the books down. "This is so annoying! I don't mind research. Really I don't, but I feel like I haven't killed anything in sooo long."

Looking at each other Sam and Kevin laughed.

Snape walked in just in time to hear the last part. "If you would kindly refrain from taking out your bloodthirst on the students, I'm sure the Headmaster will appreciate your restraint." He said dryly as he moved some of the paper that had found it's way to the couch. "And what is the quest today?" He asked. The Winchesters were always researching something. A discovery that had surprised Snape.

Kevin held out a few crudely drawn pictures. One of an arch with a cloth on it, and another of a room filled with shelves of orbs.

"Where did you get these?" Snape asked.

"Do you recognize them?" Kevin asked excitedly. "I think they have something to do with the next Trial."

Snape's mind was racing. The Dark Lord had been obsessed with the room with the orbs since his resurrection. Why would these Hunters suddenly be looking for the same room? "I'm not sure but I believe this is in the Ministry of Magic." Snape said slowly. "What are you trying to do?"

"We're going to close the gates of Hell." Kevin said.

Crowley watched leisurely as Ion pushed Castiel into the chair across the desk. "Just wanted to take a moment away from the main action to chat with my old business partner. I assume you won't die just yet. Takes a painful long time to bleed out from the gut."

Cas looked at him guardedly as he clutched his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers. "You can do whatever you want, Crowley. I will never tell you where I buried the tablet."

"I know, Cas. I know. Luckily, I don't believe you'll have to. I've been getting regular updates from my expensive friend here. Naomi should have caught you out of the gate, seeing as lately she's been knuckles-deep in that melon of yours. She thinks that your touching the tablet has broken her spell over you, hmm?" Crowley stood up and walked around the desk.

"The tablets weren't meant for the angels, and they weren't meant for you." Cas said.

"She's got a lot on her plate, so you can't fault her for missing it." Crowley continued as if he hadn't heard Cas. "I was thinking to myself, 'self, if Cas got away from her by touching the tablet, why would he ever stop touching the tablet?' And then I thought to myself, 'self... he hasn't stopped touching the tablet, now has he?'"

Crowley grabbed Cas's shoulder and plunged his other hand into Cas's stomach. Groaning in pain Cas tried unsuccessfully to fight him off, but a moment later Crowley's hand retreated pulling out the stone.

"Oh, you're a pip, you are." He said, before he was interrupted by his phone ringing.

Crowley smiled at the Angel Tablet before tucking it into his suit jacket and pulling out his phone. "Oh! This is the king...You jackasses, you're ruining my streak!" Hanging up Crowley growled at Ion, "Watch him. I'll be right back." before he vanished.

When he was gone Cas turned his head looking at his brother. If he could just distract him…

Sitting still Cas pushed where he knew it would hurt. "We aren't machines for them to program and reprogram. That wasn't what this was meant to be." He told Ion.

With a resigned sigh Ion turned away from Castiel to look out the window, "Nothing matters."

"You are so wrong, brother. It all matters." Cas told him, gritting his teeth as he discreetly removed the bullet.

"You soldiers, down in the garrison, at least they let you believe the lie. Upstairs, working for Naomi, working in intelligence, we had no option but to live in the dirt. She never reset me completely. I always knew too much, I had to...I had to do my job."

Cas stood up, coming up behind Ion. "Ion...Shut up." He said as he knocked Ion to the ground and pushed the bullet into his eye. Grace filled the room in a blinding flash.

The Great Hall was loud when Harry, Hermione and Ron sat down for dinner. Harry was surprised to see Kevin sitting at the Staff Table talking comfortably with Snape. Hermione watched them impatiently.

"Staring at them isn't going to let you ask them questions sooner." Ron said as he reached for the boiled potatoes.

"I know." She said. "But I might be able to catch them after dinner..."

"You should still eat." Ron said pointing at the roast chicken in front of her.

Harry shook his head as he ate his own food. If there was one thing his friends were good at it was distracting him. Hagrid seat was still empty at the staff table and when he had asked Professor Grubbly-Plank earlier that day, she had just told him that he would come back when he came back and to get back to the assignment.

Harry felt the faint sound of wings more than he heard it, just before some of the students screamed from near the Staff table. A man in a trenchcoat had apparated into the middle of the Great Hall. There was a wave as everyone moved away from him with the teachers and some of the older students putting others behind them and pulling out their wands. The Trio were all holding their own wands as well although none of them could remember pulling them out. Their muscles strained.

Then Dean's voice could suddenly be heard over the pandemonium.

"Cas?"

"A little help, here?" The man said and Harry noticed blood falling from a wound in his stomach just before he fell over.

Sam and Dean jumped over the table and picked the man off the floor. "I told you, you should have come here sooner." Dean could be heard saying in the sudden quiet of the hall.

"We should bring him to the Hospital Wing." Snape said, his wand still pointing at the unconscious man.

"Won't do any good." Sam said, as he put his hand gently on Snape's arm and lowering his wand. "It's best to just let him rest."

"Son of a Bitch. Sometimes I think you're more trouble than you're worth." Dean said as he headed out of the Hall, followed by Sam, Kevin and half the teachers.

Professor McGonagall stayed behind long enough to order the Prefects to lead everyone back to their Houses.

"But how did he Apparate in Hogwarts?" Hermione repeated over and over as she led the first years back to Gryffindor Tower.