Hey! I did not expect this to get so many views so quickly. I enjoyed writing this story, so I thought why not continue the next day? (Well not the next day, I wrote the first part at like 4 am so….)

Wednesday 7:30 am.

"Dean!"

There was a grunt from the sleeping figure.

"Dean!"

"What?" asked Dean groggily.

"We have a class in an hour." Sam responded packing things up.

"So?" Dean asked as he sat up.

"We don't have a plan."

"So?"

"What the hell are we gonna do?"

"Well I was thinking we just start out with demons, and then wing it from there."

"I have the sinking feeling that if I let you do that, you'd summon a demon." Sam frowned.

"Only if it comes to it." Dean winked.

"Fine… Let's just go to the classroom and set it up. Hagrid got our weapons back."

"Fun." Dean replied with a hint of a smile.

"Please don't shoot anyone."

"I'm hurt you think I would."

"Just follow me. Bring everything you want in the classroom."

"Well considering, all we have is guns, I really don't think we'll be taking much."

"Ron!"

There was a grunt from the sleeping figure.

"Ron!"

"What?" Ron asked groggily.

"We have class in fifteen minutes." Hermione said.

"The new one right?" asked Ron sitting up.

"We shouldn't be late. That'll leave a bad impression on our new professor's!"

"Is Harry up?"

"He's waiting for us in the commons. We had breakfast without you because we couldn't get you up."

"Well guess I'm skipping breakfast."

"Hurry up and get dressed! We'll be downstairs."

The golden trio opened the door to their new class only to find Dean Winchester putting knives on the wall, and Sam Winchester just reading.

They both looked up and smiled at them. Half of the class was already there, most of them gawking at Dean.

The desks were arranged in a circle, three to a table, thankfully. They sat down.

"Who do we have this with?" Harry asked.

"The Slytherins." Hermione answered.

Harry groaned. "Whats with all the knives?" he asked glancing up at the new professors.

"I don't know, but I can tell it's going to be better then bloody history of magic."

"Good morning everyone." Sam interrupted. "Welcome to defense against the supernatural. I am Sam Winchester and that's my brother Dean. This class is like defense against the dark arts, but here you don't need your wands." Sam said with a smile.

The room filled with surprised looks. Lavender raised her hand. "If we don't need our wands, how are we going to do counter-curses?"

"Simple. You don't need counter-curses." Dean said putting some holy water in a drawer.

The room gasped. Neville stuttered and said "Then h-h-how are we going to defend ourselves?"

"Kid, let me tell you a little something about demons-"

"Demons?!" Malfoy shrieked. "Demons don't exist."

"Oh yes they do. In fact, how about we show you what we're up against?" Dean smirked as he got a bottle of spray paint, and drew the exorcism circle in the middle of the room.

"Dean, we said we weren't going to summon a demon." Sam said frowning.

"No. You said you weren't going to summon a demon. I'll just summon one of the seven, not too powerful. Plus, how are we going to teach kids how to defend themselves if they don't even believe in what their fighting?" Dean said getting a knife off the wall.

"Fine. But only one alright?" Sam replied hesitantly, picking up a brown leather book and started flipping through it.

The class watched in awe. "Their absolutely mad!" Ron whispered to Harry and Hermione.

"Do demons actually exist?" asked a fascinated Harry. This was way better then history of magic.

The whispers stopped when professor Dean ran a knife down his arm, and they watched as his blood pooled into a golden goblet. "That should be enough."

He lit three candles and got on his knees. "Sam please explain to them what we're about to summon."

Sam bit his lip. "We're about to summon one of the seven deadly sins, which is lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy, and pride."

Dean sat up and walked over to Malfoy. "What's your name kid?"

"Draco Malfoy." He said snarkily, in a superior tone.

"Well Draco, pick a number one through seven."

"Five?" He said, clearly uninterested.

"Wrath, huh? Good choice."

Dean sat down at the candles and was muttering something the class couldn't hear.

"What's he doing?" Ron whispered.

"He's preforming a ritual!" Hermione watched closely.

The rest of the class gripped their tables anxiously.

A pause.

"I told you demons didn't exist! Just wait till my fath-"

Their was a flash of light.

In the middle of the room now stood an old man. His face grew red." I HATE KIDS."

he bellowed.

Dean walked up to the demon. He pointed to Malfoy and said "That kid doesn't believe in demons."

The demon turned to look at Malfoy.

"YOU DON'T BELIEVE IN ME? AM I NOT REAL ENOUGH FOR YOU?" He stretched out his hand and lifted Malfoy up against the wall.

The Gryffindors would have laughed if they weren't scared out of their minds.

Everyone was backing up in fear, just watching the professors.

Dean tackled the demon making Malfoy fall to the ground.

It swung at him, but thankfully Dean dodged it and landed a hit to the demons head. Sam kicked him too making him fall and giving them an advantage.

It was dizzy but quickly came to it's senses and punched Dean. That didn't stop him, and before the class knew it the demon was in a headlock, kicking, and thrashing at the air. Sam threw holy water on it. It screamed once again, and everyone heard the audible sizzling of it's skin.

The demon screamed once again and yelled "I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU!"

Dean ignored this and managed to push it into the exorcism circle they had made beforehand.

Unaware of the trap, the demon raised it's hand at the class. They screamed, but nothing happened.

"WHAT!?" the demon looked at his feet, then at Dean. "SPERO ITERUM MISSUS IN INFERNUM CUM ANGIT SUM QUI SUM."

"SAM!" Dean yelled.

The other man in the room started murmuring something the class couldn't understand.

Wrath twitched and twitched. He screamed in pain.

Then he opened his mouth and thick black came out. The class gasped as it seemed to flow out. Soon the old man's mouth closed and he fell to the ground. Two seconds later the body turned into a black dust and disappeared.

"For those of you who don't speak Latin, he said When your sent to hell, I'm going to torture you myself. Wrath is a feisty one." Dean said, breathing heavily and feeling rather pleased with himself.

"That was one of the seven deadly sins. Wrath to be exact. He's the angry one. Alone, their nothing. A little to easy to beat. But together they are extremely powerful." Sam said, noticing the tense aura in the room.

The class went to silently sit down, still in a total state of shock.

"The reason you don't need a wand when fighting the supernatural is because they don't use magic. Except witches, the kind without souls, which is for another time." Sam said. "Yes, your wands may help, but they won't get you very far."

Dean picked up. "Demons don't attack with magic, they attack either physically or mentally. Physically, by coming at you, like you just saw, or mentally by driving you insane, infecting you with a disease, scare you to death, and etc. Any questions so far?"

Half of the classes hands were raised including Ron's, Hermione's, and Harry's.

"You with the orange hair." Dean said polishing his gun.

"How do you know all this stuff?" Ron asked. The class leaned in eager to hear the answer.

"Don't worry about it kid. It's a long, very tragic story, that I won't bore you with. All you need to know is that we know what we're talking about." Dean said, his mind flashing to his mother and father.

Sam watched his brother carefully. He could read his emotions.

"Any other questions?"

"Why did it burn like that?" asked a fascinated Lavender.

"We threw holy water on it. Holy water is pretty much the same as torturing it. I don't know what the wizard equivalent to that is, but it weakens it tons." Sam replied.

Dean Thomas raised his hand. "it true demons can… possess people?"

The older Winchester looked up at him. "Yes. They can. In fact, that's the case most of the time."

The class gasped. "Y-y-y-you mean anyone of us can be a demon?" Neville stuttered scared.

"Most likely not. But statistically speaking, it's a possibility." Sam ansewred. The class screamed.

"Calm down." Dean glared at the kids. "There are ways to test if someone is a demon. One way is to subject them to holy water. You don't need much, just get it on their hand or something. If their skin burns, you got yourself a demon friend. If it makes you feel better you can get a bottle on your way out."

Hermione raised her hand. "You said there was another way?" she said.

"There is. But we don't do this unless it's absolutely necessary." Sam replied looking down on her.

"So what is it?" she said eagerly.

"You stab them in the heart. With a silver knife. If it's a possessed person, the victim usually doesn't survive this process."

Half of the class raised their hands. "We would take more questions, but class time is up.

Dismissed." Dean said all official. He turned around and walked back to his desk.

"But sir! What about homework?" Hermione asked packing up her school things.

"Homework? On the first day of class? Are you crazy?" He replied taking out the holy water to fulfill his promise.

The class cheered each person taking a small bottle of holy water.

"Bye." Sam called to the students as they left.

"I think they liked us." Dean laughed as kids waved and smiled at them as they left.

"That was bloody brilliant! Did you see the way he punched that demon? And how he dodged him! And the black smoke? That was amazing! Way better then history of magic for sure!" Ron said excitedly. "Plus, they didn't give homework."

Harry quite enjoyed it.

"Now their 10 times as hot!" Lavender swooned.

"It was fascinating!" Hermione squealed.

"I liked the part where he picked up Malfoy! Showed him whats for." Seamus giggled recalling it.

Harry overheard Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy. "Their insane! Just wait till my father hears about this!"

For once Harry agreed with Malfoy. The Winchesters, were in fact, insane.

By the end of the day the only topic of conversation was in fact the Winchesters.

All the Gryffindors were hanging out in the common room. Fred, George, and their best friend Lee Jordan walked in. They were back from the new class and were giggling profusely.

"We just got back from the new class-"

"With the Winchesters-"

"They summoned one of the seven deadly sins-"

"Lust-"

"And he airhumped the air-"

"They had to get rid of him-"

"Before he got off his boxers-"

The three of them fell down rolling on their stomachs.

All was happy, until tomorrow, when the first tragedy struck.