Kansas? Uh, Nope.

Somewhere on the beach near Cornwall…

Upon landing not so softly, the boys lay sprawled out on wet sand, being hit by waves of cold seawater. Slowly rolling over so they both don't vomit, "That was worse than being zapped by Cas." Dean swallows his breakfast and stands up, getting a good look at their surroundings. "Sam, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." "Uh, nope." Sam stands up and bushes off the sand. "Where are we?" Sam can see a small cottage on top of a cliff not too far from them. "Hey, does your phone work? Mine is fried again, I just got this one too." Dean shows Sam his newly fried cell phone. "Nope, my phone is still on the table in the library, but I do have my gun." Sam pulls his gun out and checks to see if it survived the "trip", and Dean does the same with his Colt 1911. "I think that piece of paper was uh..uh..(snaps his fingers trying to think of the word) Portkey." Dean feels proud of himself for remembering that, while Sam just shakes his head.

"You are correct sir." Says a heavily English accented redhead.

Sam and Dean quickly turn towards the redhead while pulling their guns out and aiming directly at him, at the same time the redhead pulls out a stick and points it at Dean then at Sam. "Easy now fellas, no need for the weapons. Lets lower at the same time." The redhead slowly lowers his stick. "Wait, is that a wand?" Dean takes a closer look at the stick this guy is holding at his side. "It is mate. Name's Bill Weasley. And you are?" Says Bill holding up his right hand towards Dean to shake. "Dean Winchester and that's my younger brother Sam." Dean cautiously shakes his hand. Bill then turns to Sam and shakes his hand with a half smile and nodding his head. "Well come on, let's get you guys inside and figure out how you can in procession of a portkey." Bill starts walking back towards the small cottage on the cliff.

When the three men get closer they can see a freshly dug grave and three teens surrounding it giving their last respects. "What happened?" Sam asks, continuing to walk up to the door of the cottage. Dean couldn't help but look back at the group of teens, seeing how broken they look really struck a chord with him. "Hey Sam, you think we were supposed to find that book? That maybe this is where we need to be? I just have this feeling we may have stepped into something bigger than anything we've dealt with lately." Dean was only trying to talk to Sam, but the cottage living room is so small everyone heard him.

"You may be right again. And what book might I ask?" Bill looks up from the radio that was pretty massive, trying to tune in awaiting news about any more deaths or people going missing. "Hogwarts: A History. For some reason neither one of us could stop reading. And this guy over here hates reading, but he was the one that couldn't put it down." Sam points to Dean who just shrugs. "What it was interesting to read about witches and wizards who were born with their magic, and not from making crossroads deals. Even you said you wanted to see everything in person." Dean looks to Sam. "So what is going? Why does it look like everyone is on edge? And who is buried outside?" Dean is getting more concerned by the minute once he took everything about the surroundings in. "You might want to sit down.." Bill motions to the couch.


Two hours later…

"Wow! That is a lot to take in. And you three have been chasing down these horcrux for a year?" Sam turns towards the boy named Harry who nods his head. "Did you find them all?" "No, we have only found three, destroyed those, one is in a bank vault of Bellatrix Lestrange, and the last two we don't know what or where they are." Harry answered very solemnly. Dean noticed Hermione flinch at the mention of Bellatrix's name. "There are only a few things that can destroy horcruxes, a Basilisk fang, the sword of Gryffindor (another flinch from Hermione), and Fiend-Fyre. A very powerful, nearly uncontrollable fire spell, it destroys anything and everything it comes in contact with."

"Can I see the parchment that brought you here?" Hermione asked. Dean takes the rolled up parchment out of his back jean pocket, hands it to Hermione's shaky hands. "Are you ok?" Dean asked her once she has the parchment in her hands. "I'm fine. Just nerves." She sits back down in between Harry and the other boy Ron. "I'm sorry." Ron whispers to Hermione. Harry nods in agreement. "It's fine. I'll be fine." Hermione tries to reassure them but she is not very convincing. Everyone just stares at her, Sam and Dean looked concerned and kinda confused since the rest of the group didn't give them every detail of what happened at Malfoy Manor. They purposely left out the bit where Hermione was tortured, carved into, and then had a chandelier fall on her. "Ok, so what's next?" Sam broke the uncomfortable silence. "We rob Gringotts." Harry spoke up.

Dean kept glancing over at Hermione, 'What happened to her?' For some unknown reason, he needed to find out, and he has a feeling it has to do with this Lestrange chick. At this point, Sam and Dean had gotten over the fact that they were around people who used magic. Probably because they weren't trying to kill them. And after hearing everything that has happened recently, they came to the conclusion that there was no way they were leaving without lending a hand. There was still something nagging at the back of Dean's head saying that's where they need to be. But Dean doesn't believe in destiny, neither of them do, they believe in writing their own destinies by making the choice for themselves. So why is Dean so keen on staying? The look Sam was giving Dean says he is thinking the same thing, but does he have the same feeling about all this.

While the 'Golden Trio', and Bill work out the plans for the bank robbery, Dean decides to go outside for some air. "Cas...Cas, if you got your ears on, me and Sam kinda got ourselves in a situation. We're safe…..for now. But find me when you can, please." Dean turns to go back inside but stops mid step when he hears a familiar flutter of wings. "Dean, why are you in England? And surrounded by magic?" Cas furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head to the side like a lost puppy. Dean smirked, "Hmm, long story short, me and Sam read this book and one of the pages brought us here, and they are in the middle of a war. I just wanted to let you know we were alive and ok. I know you're busy with everything going on in Heaven." "Thank you for informing of your whereabouts. You said a page brought you here?" Cas asks. "Yeah, a portkey. Horrible way to travel." Dean runs his hand through his hair.

Hermione is currently looking out the front door, watching Dean talk to a strange man in a trench coat. But what's really alarming is the fact that she can see his wings. "Sam, who is your brother talking to? Why does he have wings?" "What?" Sam comes to stand next to her and looks out the door, "Cas".

Sam bolts out the door towards the angel. "Hey Cas, why don't you both come inside for a moment?" "I don't think I should Sam." Cas says while walking behind Sam and Dean inside. "What are you thinking?" Dean leans over to Sam before they get inside. "Hermione." Is all Sam said, but Dean understood. Looking back at Cas, "It's ok Cas, they won't hurt you." Dean grabs Cas by shoulder and guides him inside the cottage.

Everyone inside the cottage is flabbergasted by the sight of Cas' wings. Hermione is the first to speak up, "What are you? You're not a Veela, you're not transformed." Looking to Fleur seeing if she recognizes him, Fleur shakes her head 'no'. Cas walks up to Hermione who is trying to back away, "I'm an angel of the lord." He says while touching two fingers to her forehead. "I'm sorry. I can't heal what was done to you, the dark magic that caused your pain went on for far too long. I'm sorry." Cas steps away from Hermione, she was fighting back her tears, just nods her head and accepts it for what it is.

Cas shares a look with the Winchesters, 'we need to talk'. Sam and Dean follow Cas back outside. "What was that in there?" Dean points his hand back the way they came. "She suffered great pain at the hands of a very mentally unstable witch. She was tortured for eight hours, threatened with rape, and then carved into in a such a matter the wound will never fully heal. I was able to alleviate some of the pain but I was unable to heal the damage. Be careful, they are in the middle of a war being led by an evil wizard who wants to cleanse all with 'dirty blood'." And with that Cas disappears.

"I hate when he does that." Dean sighs. "So the crazy psychotic magical Hilter from the first wizarding war is back, starting where he left off with his Death Eater followers, yes?" Dean looks towards the cottage at the gawking wizards. Bill, Harry, Ron, and Fleur all nod their heads 'yes'. "Son of a bitch." Dean says through gritted teeth. They both walk back inside to hear the rest of the plan.

"Um, excuse me Dean?" Hermione stands next to Dean with the portkey parchment in her hands. "Yeah?" Dean looks to Hermione. "I recognize the handwriting, it's our former headmasters', Albus Dumbledore. He must have left the book in your..bunker? Where is this bunker?" Hermione asks. "It's located in Lebanon, Kansas. America." Dean says. "America! What was Dumbledore doing in America?" Harry shouts since he overheard everything. "Probably leaving the book in the Men Of Letters bunker. When I found the book it was covered in dust and kind of hidden." States Sam. "The bunker was unoccupied since the late 1950's until we inherited it from our grandfather, it's heavily warded, well hidden, even from angels and demons." Again with the gawking. "Well sounds like a great hideout." Bill kind of hinting to the Winchesters. "It is. Hey is there any way to set up one of those portkeys to the bunker?" Dean asks Bill. "It would have to be untraceable, and it would take a few days. Plus we need exact coordinates." Bill tells them. "It is located in the geographical center of the US. All we need is a map." Dean just volunteered the bunker as another safe house, again.