Dean jolted awake from another restless night, filled with more booze than his body could handle. Slowly sitting up, he sensed that something felt different. As Dean grabbed his gun, he looked around and noticed the atmosphere of his motel room had changed significantly. There was no power, Sam was missing, and he swore he heard a strange clicking sound in the distance.

"What the hell happened?" Dean muttered to himself. He began to search for clues.

"That's for us to know and you to find out," spoke a voice from the entrance. Dean spun around, his gun aimed towards Zachariah.

"Oh for fuck's sake," Dean cursed spectacularly. "Not you bozos again. Okay fine, I'll

play along. Why am I here and where the hell is my brother?"

Another bizarre screeching sound was heard coming closer. Dean's head turned towards the noise, his brows furrowing in confusion and curiosity. That's new, he thought.

"I'll let you get acquainted with your…new surroundings." Zachariah motioned to leave.

"You son of a bitch, tell me now or I'll shoot."

"Go ahead, I'm an angel. It won't do much good. Let's just say…ok how do I put it for you simple minded humans?" Dean rolled his eyes impatiently. "This world…this is what the world will look like if you continue to say no to Michael."

And with a flap of his wings, Zachariah was gone. "DAMNIT!" Dean shouted, punching the wall where Zachariah stood. Moments later, he heard the strange noises again. Dean quickly grabbed his boots and a flannel, stepping outside to investigate, keeping his gun drawn by his side.

Harry Potter woke up in a state of confusion, having died only moments before. Sitting up, he noticed he was in what appeared to be an abandoned motel room, with leaky pipes and no electricity. In the corner of the room stood a man Harry never thought he'd see again, Albus Dumbledore. Harry rubbed his eyes, squinting, and as he grabbed his glasses he asked, "Professor? Where are we? Am I…"

"Yes Harry, I'm afraid to say you are dead. Well dead for a short time anyway.

"The horcrux…"

"Gone. When Voldemort killed you, the horcrux that lay within was destroyed," Dumbledore confirmed.

"So where are we exactly?" asked Harry, trying to gain his bearing.
"Well, it would appear we are in a motel room somewhere in the United States.". Harry stared blankly. "I believe you are being shown what the world would have become if you had not defeated Voldemort."

"Wait, so…."

"You are not dead. Well not entirely. You will wake up soon. But before you do, you are being shown why it was so important to defeat Voldemort. You are being shown a world where Voldemort won and you had died."

"But I did die, sir."

"Yes, but that does not mean you are not destined to return to your own body," said Dumbledore.

"But,"

"I'm afraid that is all of the information I can give. This is not permanent, Harry. You will return to where you perished."

As Dumbledore popped out of the picture, Harry slowly made his way out of the motel room to investigate. A strange clicking sound was heard in the distance as he moved his way across the floor, avoiding weird mold growing into the ground and walls.

Dean was walking towards the clicking sound. As he rounded the corner, he walked straight into a solid wall.

"Ow."

"Oh shit, sorry," Dean said, lending a hand to pick the boy up. "I was following…did you by chance hear or see anything weird around here?"

"You mean the clicking noises?" Harry asked, brushing himself off. "Yeah, I was following the sound when I ran into you. Any idea what it is?"

The noise sounded closer and the duo could hear what sounded like unusual groans. Harry reached in his robe for his wand, but Dean acted first. "Stay behind me," Dean shielded Harry, eying the strange stick in the boy's hand. Shaking it off, Dean turned down the corridor towards the sound. The noise was coming from a closed door.

"Shhh," Dean whispered, nudging towards the door. He slowly opened it, gun drawn at shoulder length, and nearly jumped back at the sight in front of him.

"What the…," Dean whispered as he eyed the room. The unusual creature, with fungus growing all over its body, stirring to the new noise, jolted its head in a strange motion towards them, screeching out. Dean acted quickly, shooting the creature in the face. The unusual creature sputtered and flailed for a moment before attempting to attack again.

"Stupefy!" Came a voice from behind Dean. The creature froze for a few moments, long enough for Dean to shoot it once more, falling to the floor dead.

"Glad that was only one!" Dean yelled, slamming the door behind them.

"Yeah, no kidding." Harry looked back in horror. "What was that anyway?"

"Nothing like I've ever seen. I'm Dean by the way. Was that a spell you cast?" Dean asked cautiously, considering his past with witches.

"Yeah, I'm a wizard. I'm Harry by the way," Harry responded.

Dean shook his hand. "I've only met witches before, and most aren't exactly the most pleasant. You're different though. Also, I've never seen someone use a literal wand. That's like something straight out of Harry Potter."

"I'm sorry?"

"Well you know, Harry Potter…silent blank stares, the books and movies?"

"Wait-wait…wait, someone made a book series out of my life? Let me guess, Rita Skeeter?" Harry asked in shock.

"Wait, you're….you've got to be kidding me. Sorry, I don't have all the details I've only seen the movies, because my brother Sam dragged me to them. He's a big nerd," said Dean. They were heading into the restaurant now, taking a seat at one of the abandoned tables.

"So what is this place anyway?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. I sort of just landed here. I mean I'm used to shady motels due to my job, but this is definitely different. Some dick angel decided this was a sick joke to show me a world in which…well that's a long story."

"That's funny, because I died and wound up here. Apparently, sorry if you know my story you'll understand this. Apparently, this is what would happen to the world if Voldemort won."

"Yikes."

"Yeah, no kidding." They both shared a chuckle. Unusual sounds began to stir once more a few hundred feet away.

"Let's go," Dean said cautiously. "You cast the spell, I shoot."

"Deal," Harry responded.

Harry and Dean teamed up together to take down three stalkers, in which Dean screamed out "Come out, you sons of bitches" every time they went back into hiding. Then they went after four runners and a clicker, teaming up together every step of the way, with Harry stunning the enemies enough for Dean to shoot.

Reaching a safe point, Dean flopped onto the curb. "We make a good team. Shame my brother and Cas weren't here to see this. Though my brother would have lost his shit since he's a huge fan."

"Yeah, I wish Hermione and Ron could have seen this too. Well, without the mushroom headed zombies, of course." They both laughed. They both let out a sigh of relief. In the distance Dean spotted the dick angel Zachariah.

"I believe that's my cue. It's been a pleasure. Hope to meet you in the next life…well the next life after you actually die because you return to finish Voldemort…I think.," Dean tried to remember the movies.

"It's been a pleasure. Hopefully the next life doesn't include zombies."

"Nah, I'm cool with killing a few more zombies. As long as I've got you, Sam, and Cas by my side to do it." Dean reminisced.

Dean and Harry parted ways after shaking hands, soon to return to their own universes, but the memory of this day remained.