Dean was idly flicking through radio stations as he waited for the sun to go down so he could dig up a grave in peace. He wasn't really looking for any music in particular, just seeing what was on offer before most likely returning to one of the cassettes still safely stashed away in Baby despite all that she'd been through. He was about to flick to the next station when there was a burst of static and a familiar voice sounded through the car.

"Welcome folks! To your revival of Potterwatch, the radio show where we talk about how our very own Boy-Who-Lived is doing and what we can do to help him," Gabriel's voice said.

"Gabriel," another voice said, as though to confirm that it was indeed the jackass trickster archangel that had spoken. "The war's been over for years and I'm literally sitting right next to you. You don't need to bring this station back."

"Yes, but the Ministry is trying to rope you back in and that means you can't see your friends. The Ministry can't nab you if you're in a pocket dimension and only interacting with the outside world via radio waves."

Dean heard a sigh before the second person—presumably this Boy-Who-Lived, which was a stupid name if he'd ever heard one—spoke softly. "I both love you and hate you right now."

"I'm very good at balancing on that line," Gabriel said, and Dean could hear the smug smirk he wore. "And it looks like we have our first caller! Hello Mrs Luna Lovegood."

Another voice came on the line. "Hello Gabriel, Harry. I heard from Susan recently that she and her aunt have made some progress in convincing the Ministry of Magic to stop chasing you. She and Hannah are determined not to get married until you can attend, so hopefully you'll be free to roam soon."

Dean sat in the impala and mouthed the words 'Ministry of Magic' to himself. Was Gabriel working with witches? Granted, Gabriel was more likely to slum with the things that went bump in the night but Dean thought he might have more class than idiots who bartered away their soul for magic powers. Also, there was a ministry for witches out there somewhere? How come he'd never heard about it?

"Thanks, Luna," the second voice said. Dean now had a less stupid name to put to the voice, if the lady was to be believed. "How's Ginny?"

"Exhausted, but keeping the Harpies at the top of the league. She's hired Parvati as the team's healer and Lavender pops by a lot to say hi and boost morale. She's started her own business now, along with Parvati. Divine Flower, they called it, selling a mix of jewellery and essential oils."

"This is not your usual listening station, Dean," Cas said from the passenger seat and Dean snapped out of eavesdropping on what sounded like old friends catching up.

He'd gotten pretty good at not jumping when Cas appeared out of nowhere, sometimes knowing that he'd arrive a few moments before he did, but he'd been distracted this time and his fingers twitched from the shock, inadvertently changing the radio station when they hit the button they'd been hovering over.

"Yeah well," Dean said, trying to get his bearings back. "I got bored waiting for the sun to go down, so I surfed a little and then I heard your brother's voice."

Cas cocked his head. "Which brother of mine would use a human's radio to speak through?"

"Who do you think?" Dean asked with a snort. "Gabriel. He's doing a show called Potterwatch or something because some dude, possibly called Harry, is being hunted by a ministry of magic, but it turned into a catch up between Harry and a lady called Lovegood."

"I see. I'm glad to hear friends can still talk to each other, no matter what they have to overcome in order to so," Cas remarked, not seeming to notice Dean's incredulous look. "The sun has now set, shall we commence this salt and burn?"

Dean sighed and rolled his shoulders. "Yeah, let's get to it. If we're quick the diner might still be open and we can grab some pie on the way back to the motel."