"So what was the big deal about the horses?" Dean asked as Hagrid led the way up to the castle, each of his footsteps forcing them to take two just to keep up. He kept his voice low so that only Sam, Cas, and Crowley could hear him.

"They can only be seen by people who have seen someone die," Sam said grimly.

"That's it?" Crowley scoffed, rolling his eyes. "You made such a fuss back at the train station, I expected something much more involved."

"Not everyone is a heartless demon, Crowley," Sam snapped.

"Actually, I don't believe he qualifies as a demon currently," Castiel said slowly. "Nor I as an angel."

"Wait, what?" Dean asked, all thoughts of the thestral now gone. "What does that mean?"

"I believe that your formerly feather friend is referring to the fact that, disgustingly, we are both human now," Crowley said, a bit of disappointment in his voice. "Noticed it earlier when we were at the train. I didn't recognize the feeling at first, but after my stomach made an awful noise I realized I was hungry."

"So?" Sam asked, frowning.

"Demons don't get hungry." Crowley said dryly. "Really, Moose, you were supposed to be the smart yet sensitive one."

"So you have none of your demon mojo?" Dean asked. He had suspected as much, the Guide seemed to enjoy messing with things, but it still would have been nice to have that ace in the hole.

"Yet another reason for me to be annoyed with you," Crowley said. "As if I needed another."

"Professors, you al righ' back there?" Hagrid called, turning around to see them several meters back. "Professor Dumbledore asked me to bring you to him as fast as I could. That way your meetin' don' run into the feast you see."

"Yeah, sorry about that." Dean called back, hurrying to catch up to the giant man with the other three at his heels.

Hagrid led them through the massive doors that guarded the entrance to the school, pushing them open with little effort. A few older students glanced over and called a greeting to him, smiling. When their gaze switched to Winchesters, Crowley, and Castiel their smiles faltered and became polite but puzzled. "Who's this lot then, Hagrid?" One student called. "New groundskeepers?"

"Not quite, Oliver," Hagrid answered, "New professors."

The man's face paled slightly when he looked them over, his eyes fixing upon Dean. "Wait a minute, YOU'RE DEAN WINCHESTER!"

"Uh, yes. Yes I am," Dean said, not at all liking the way the kid's eyes looked almost reverent.

"You played for the American National Quidditch Team!" the student moved forward and grabbed Dean's hand, shaking it vigorously. "You played for them in the 1990 Quidditch World Cup!"

Dean had absolutely no idea what Quidditch was, but he nodded all the same. "Yeah, that's right."

"Excuse me, Oliver, but I gotta get these four up to meet with Professor Dumbledore," Hagrid said, interrupting any further conversation that the student may have had. "You'll have to wait to talk to him later."

"You've got to give us some pointers, you are one of the highest ranked Beaters in Quidditch Weekly of all time!" Oliver said desperately, still shaking Dean's hand a little more violently than was absolutely necessary. "Please, please, come to our practices! We'd love for you to teach us some things. Do you have your broomstick? We can give you-."

"That's enough for now, Oliver." Hagrid said, removing Oliver's hand from Dean's and literally picking the student up and moving him away from Dean. "Now run along to the feast, I am sure that Professor Winchester will to be glad to talk to you later."

From Oliver's determined, and slightly manic, expression as he walked away Dean had no doubt that the student would be tracking him down soon enough. "Sorry abou' that," Hagrid said as he led the way up a massive staircase. "The students lose their min' a bit when celebrities visit. You lot shoulda seen them when Gilderoy Lockhart taught here."

"Yeah, that guy." Sam made a snort of derision and Hagrid seemed to echo the sentiment. "A real piece of work."

"Well, it takes all sorts don' it?" Hagrid said fairly. He paused at what appeared to be a dead end with no guard rail to prevent someone from falling over. "Ruddy staircases, they always like to make things difficult at the start of each term. Think it's a game, they do."

"The staircases?" Cas asked slowly, confusion knitting his brow. "I was not aware that inanimate objects could knowingly make things difficult."

"They're Charmed," Hagrid explained. "Makes it easier to get around, at least, when they listen."

"Dean, Sam, I do not think we should trust the staircases." Cas whispered seriously. "An object that shouldn't be able to think could be very dangerous. What if it gets itself stuck to prevent us from reaching our meeting?"

"Is this because of you getting stuck on that elevator?" Dean asked, frowning slightly. "Dude, I've told you, you have gotta get over that."

"I'm surrounded by idiots." Crowley said to himself, just loud enough for the others to hear, as he pulled a flask from the inside of his robes and took a draught. When he saw the looks that the Winchesters were giving him he raised an eyebrow. "Oh, forgive me, did I say that out loud?"

"You know, Crowley, you might want to drop the dick- act," Dean told him. "Like it or not, we are all stuck here."

Before Crowley could respond a staircase descended into place and they continued on their journey to the Headmaster's office. A familiar figure was awaiting them, standing before a large stone Gargoyle. "Professor, it's good to see you again," Hagrid said warmly, extending a giant hand and crushing Lupin's in his own. "You waitin' for these four then?"

"Good to see you as well Hagrid." Lupin said, wincing slightly and extracting his hand. "Yes, I thought it would be good for us to meet with Professor Dumbledore all together, wouldn't you agree?"

"I think you migh' be righ'." Hagrid nodded. "Well, if you don' mind I think I'll head down to the feast. Feelin' a bi' hungry ya see."

"Of course, we will meet you soon Hagrid," Remus said. "Before you go, do you know the password to the office?"

"Oh, righ'." Hagrid cleared his throat and said: "Fizzin' Whizbee."

Dean recoiled slightly as the gargoyle statue sprang to life, jumping aside to reveal an entrance that it had been previously guarding. "Holy crap," he said, disbelief in his voice. "That's kind of freaky."

Remus moved forward the moment that the gargoyle had moved aside, the others following after him and Castiel glaring suspiciously at the statue. "Is there something wrong?" The gargoyle asked, clearly annoyed at the animosity in the angel's expression.

"You shouldn't be able to talk," Castiel told him.

"And you are late for your meeting," The gargoyle ushered him further past him and jumped back onto its pedestal, sealing them inside.

Having fallen slightly behind, the angel hurried to catch up to the rest of the group as they opened the door to the main office. Dean stepped through first, followed by Sam and Remus. Crowley and Castiel brought up the rear. "Whoa," Dean muttered, turning in a small circle to observe the entirety of the room. Sam echoed the sentiment with a noise of disbelief.

A hundred odd sounds were coming from the dozens of small instruments about the room, many of them going about their business without someone actually using them. Even Crowley seemed taken aback. "Quite the collection," he admitted grudgingly, striding over to a silver pen that was writing on a piece of parchment seemingly of its own accord. He reached out to touch it and the pen whipped around, jabbing his hand, before returning to its task. "Little bastard."

"Yes, it is rather particular about who touches it," a kind, old voice admitted. The group turned just as an old man with half-moon spectacles and a long white beard descended a staircase. "There are times it does not even let me touch it."

"Professor Dumbledore," Remus said, smiling and moving forward to shake the old man's hand. "It is good to see you."

"And you as well, Remus," Dumbledore returned the smile, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. "I am glad to see you doing relatively well. I am even more pleased to see that you accepted my invitation to teach here."

"I owed this school, and you, a debt I could not ever begin to repay," Remus said seriously. "It is my privilege."

"You owe this school nor I anything," Dumbledore chuckled. "But, I suppose, if it was what got you to return here I should not question it. I see you have met our other four new employees as well?"

Remus smiled and nodded as Dumbledore moved past him and shook the hands of each of them in turn. "It is a pleasure to meet all of you, I have read and heard much." Dumbledore said kindly. "It is wonderful to have such accomplished teachers here, yourself included Remus."

"You're too kind," Sam said with a self-deprecating smile. "We haven't done that much."

"Oh I disagree very much," Dumbledore said seriously, crossing to a large desk and pulling what appeared to be a magazine from the depths and spreading it before him. "Samuel, making Witch Weekly's most attractive male wizards for almost an entire year now, that is a feat that would make even Gilderoy Lockhart jealous."

"Wait, what?" Sam demanded, taking a step forward and retrieving the magazine from the Headmaster. Sure enough, shirtless, there was a picture of him smiling and winking at the camera. Sam's eyes widened in shock and he made to hide it but, unfortunately, Dean had moved forward as well and seen the picture.

"You posed shirtless?" Dean asked incredulously. "Wow. I don't even know what to say."

"Quite the accomplishment, eh Moose?" Crowley said, smirking.

"And you as well, Crowley!" Dumbledore pulled another magazine from his desk. This one was a bit thicker and bore a picture of a man in doctor's robes. "Opening your home to the less fortunate like you did. Such acts of kindness are rare in this world."

Dean glanced over to Crowley and nearly burst into laughter when he saw the revolted expression that the thought of kindness had given him. "I did what?" he asked after a few moments.

"And you, Castiel," Dumbledore paused and fixed him with a piercing look. "Strange name, that. I have heard many odd names but most of them are repeated if one searches for long enough. Yours however… I have never heard of someone with the name Castiel."

"It is a biblical name," Castiel said, attempting to be discreet as best he could.

"I see," Dumbledore said. "Well, someone who negotiates a treaty with the President of the United States and the American Magic world is more than welcome here. Your expertise with muggles will be invaluable I am sure. And you, Dean-."

"Yeah, if you don't mind can you skip me?" Dean asked quickly, not at all wanting to hear about what he had done. The thought of him having potentially done a photo shoot like Sammy was almost enough to make him gag. "So you asked to meet with us, right? What can we do for ya?"

"Well, as I am sure you are aware, you are the first Americans to teach here at Hogwarts," Dumbledore explained. "There has been some, unfortunate, hesitation in the parents of some of our students. I thought it might be best to at least partly merge you with some of the traditions that Hogwarts are famous for."

"Traditions?" Crowley asked, one eyebrow raised. "What sort of traditions?"

"The Sorting Ceremony," Dumbledore said pleasantly. "If you are amicable, I thought that we might sort you into Hogwarts houses. That should make the students, and their parents, a bit more at ease wouldn't you think?"

Hello my readers, Hallowed here once again. For the next crossover a lot of you have messaged me and left in the reviews that they would like to see an Avengers x Supernatural crossover series. Some of you have also mentioned Vampire Diaries(which would mean I would actually have to watch it). I am fine with writing both, however I would still love more ideas. Cheers, Hallowed