Hello my people, and those that read this. Now, this is when my publishing is going to become very messed up. I will try to do so as soon as I get a full chapter. The problem about working with Hogwarts is when you get ideas for later years, but you're still only on Year One. Anyways, the promised chapter of the train ride. It is a little shorter than the last ones, but it's more of a relaxing chapter than anything else. BTW this unbeta'd, so any grammar mistake is wholeheartedly mine.


Chapter 3:

I've listened to preachers,

I've listened to fools

I've watched all the dropouts

Who make their own rules

One person conditioned to rule and control

The media sells it and you live the role

Mental wounds still screaming

Driving me insane

I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

I'm goin' off the rails on a crazy train

"Come on Dean, we promised we'd get there early!" Sam cried as the group of eight children, who Dean had decided to call Team Free Will (and those forced to join- added by Adam who thought the whole name thing was ridiculous), pushed their trolleys through the busy train platform. Bobby had just dropped them off, figuring that they could at least make it to the train on time. They passed a family of redheads, a lost black-haired boy, buck-toothed brunette, a platinum haired family, and a couple other people who pushed trolleys similar to theirs.

"It's Gabe's fault. He wouldn't stop admiring his reflection, and I was not using the other bathroom after the 'incident' last week which was also Gabe's fault." Dean answered.

"It's not my fault you can't reach this level of perfection." Gabe shot back.

"Then I'm allowed to call you part of Team Free Will."

"Why?" Meg asked as they slowed, scanning for Platform 9 ¾.

"It was our name when we decided to rebel against the angels' plans." Sam was more preoccupied with finding the Platform than once again arguing the Team name. "Why don't those who don't want to be TFW, just call themselves part of the Team? It makes us less conspicuous by saying Team than naming each creature we are and looking like we belong in an asylum."

"This is ridiculous." Crowley muttered.

"I'm related to morons." sighed Adam.

Finally, the Team pushed themselves through the barrier to arrive at Platform 9 ¾. Dean paused to see the magnificence of the Hogwarts Express. Even Crowley shut up for a second. Until Growley, invisible to the rest of the wizard population, began bulldozing his way into some trolleys.

"Get your Hellhound under control, Crowley." Meg hissed. "And here I thought we were in the presence of the King of Hell."

"Treat your elders with more respect, demon whore." Crowley replied. The two began their bickering again. Jo joined in, yelling at both of them; they shut up after seeing the murderous glint in her eyes. Jo didn't like the fact Growley was with them and never got over the fact that Meg once sic'd hellhounds on her, but someone had to be mediator. Adam pretended he wasn't a part of their group by keeping 5 feet distance from them. Sam led the way to the train. Cas conversed quietly with Dean about the classes they will have. At one point, Gabriel climbed on Sam's shoulder, then shouted "Onwards, Gigantor!" Causing them to receive many stares. Sam bitch-faced 'What are you doing?' Somehow, they found themselves on the train near the empty compartments. Unwilling to split up, they crammed some of their stuff in their compartment then the rest in the compartment across the hall and had Growley guard their belongings. Needless to say, no one sat across from their compartment the entire trip.

From the window to door, on one side, sat Dean, Cas, Adam, and Meg; then on the other was Sam, Gabriel, Jo, Crowley. There was just enough space to move around comfortably, but the table between them refrained them from a quick escape. In the hall, chatter ensued and many people passed them, but they didn't care.

"Have you guys looked through any of the school books yet?" Sam asked.

"A bit." Adam replied, Jo nodded in agreement. Gabriel simply popped a piece of candy in his mouth and playing with his bunny. Cas and Meg gave a "yeah" and Crowley scoffed and began reading his Curses Book.

"I plan to see how it goes. You know, ride it out." Dean replied smoothly. Cas cocked his head.

"What do you plan to ride, Dean?"

"Nothing, Cas." Dean muttered.

"I think we're allowed to practice magic on the train. Anyone want to try some spells?" Sam asked. A chorus of interested voices replied. Sam placed a matchbox on the table.

"Charms or Transfiguration?" Adam inquired.

"Charms." Gabe answered before anyone could open their mouths. "What's that summoning spell?"

"Accio." Sam waved his wand like movements in his Incantations, Spells, and Knowledge book said. The matchbox went flying towards Gabriel's face. He ducked just in time. The matchbox hit the wall behind him and the ball of purple puff pounced onto the table. If looks could harm, Sam would be reliving the mystery spot again. "Oops?"

"Accio." Jo tried, it nearly hit Gabe again before skidding half-way across the table towards her, but that was all.

"Accio." Castiel tried, the matchbox flickered. When Dean tried, it went hurtling towards his face. "Protego." Cas cried. The matchbox stopped just in front of Dean's face and clattered to the table as if it hit a barrier.

"I thought Protego was only to protect against spells." Adam pondered.

"For spells, the purpose or intent is just as important as the incantation. If someone doesn't want to perform the spell, then it's more likely that spell will not works. You have to visualize the effects and affects of the spell as well as the incantation. Wand movements help focus the use of the spell, allowing for the spell to form. While words tell the broad aspect of what can be done, intent and mental focus tells the spell how to take shape. For example, Scribofors, the spell to transform a small, cylindrical object into a writing utensil. This wizard community will tell you to transform it into a quill. But if my intent is specifically a pen, with mental focus and words, I can do exactly that. Or I can make it into any type of writing utensil I want. Magic universally follows principles like that, but this group of wizards found one way and stuck to it like a cult. It's almost revolting. Also, rowan is a naturally protective tree supernaturally. Perhaps, that strengthens defensive spells beyond normal capabilities." Gabriel inputted.

"Wow, I never thought you were the intelligent one." Dean chuckled. Their conversation was cut short when the door was opened by a first year, platinum blond boy with two burly, dumb struck first years on either side of him. He gazed at the group with the same intensity they examined him with. He first noted their clothes. Gabriel, enjoying his time as a wizard, was dressed in the robes and uniform. Castiel, wishing to follow his Father's words of having fun, also wore his uniform, but lacked the robes. Sam wore a robe, but underneath it he wore frayed-at-the-knees jeans and a plaid button-up. Dean was completely refusing the wizard dress code by wearing his leather jacket (shrunk to his size), jeans, a green T-shirt, and regular hunting boots. All the hunters had brought their weapons, but they were with the luggage. Meg was wearing the skirt and blouse, but left her robes in her bag. Jo was also wearing the blouse and skirt, but also had a pair of athletic shorts underneath the skirt and a pair of boots on instead of Mary Jane- like shoes. Crowley opted for his regular business attire: a black tailored suit.

"Name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." The boy stuck his hand out. Cas, already familiar with that human custom, gave him a quick shake but did not give his name. He turned back to Dean with a half-smirk, proud of himself of remembering the proper greeting protocol. .

"I'm Gabriel Novak, this is my cousin Castiel. Silent and strong here's Dean Winchester and his twin Sam. Their younger brother Adam. That's Meg Masters, Joanna Harvelle, and Crowley MacLeod."

"Novaks and Masters?" the blond asked, pausing as if to remember the name. "Ah, the purebloods. Of course. You should be careful who you keep as company, some might think you are blood traitors."

"Are you trying to imply something?" Adam and Dean asked at the same time.

"I'm only saying, some company can tarnish the reputation and mudbloods are not worth attention."

That's when Meg decided to punch the boy. He sneered at her which she responded with a scoff. When his baboons of bodyguards moved forwards, Dean and Sam jumped up. Seeing that they were outnumbered, Malfoy and posse left. Meg turned to see the surprised expressions they gave her. "What? Someone had to do it."

They regarded each other, realizing they stood up for each other. They began to chuckle, breaking the battle-ready mode back to school mode. It settled to comfortable atmosphere for almost the entire length of the trip as Cas and Dean talked about anything, ignoring each other's personal space. Jo was trying to remember everything about Quidditch with Adam. Sam was trying all sorts of spell work on the matchbox- with Gabe commenting on his workmanship and Crowley trying some curses on it too. Meg watched amused, not willing to join the conversation, but rather to stay outside of it. Instead, the demon decided to play with Gabriel's rabbit.

The snack/sweet trolley resulted in Gabriel getting one of everything and daring everyone to a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean Challenge. Adam and Meg stayed out of it, but everyone one else was up for the challenge. Castiel got all good tasting ones like chocolate, honey, popcorn, and chips. Gabriel got exotic spices and weird beans that couldn't be given a name. Sam, Crowley, and Jo all tasted a mix of good, bad, and weirds. Dean, unfortunately, received the worst ones like pepper, wax, plastic, and a green one that had him dry-retching for a few minutes. The only other time someone interrupted their chats was when the bushy haired brunette opened the door. Behind her, a nervous boy twitched uncomfortably. She opened her mouth. A British, well enunciated accent spoke with a know-it-all attitude. "Neville here has lost his toad, have any of you seen it?"

"Can't say I have sweetheart." Dean flashed a cheeky grin. The girl flushed, looking away from the attractive American.

"I see you're doing some spellwork. I've read through all of the material. I tried a few spells at home and they seemed to work even though no one in my family is a wizard or witch. What spell are you doing?"

"Accio." Sam waved his wand. This time the matchbox came perfectly in his opened hand. The girl frowned.

"I don't remember that being in our books?"

"It's an OWLs level charm." Sam responded. Gabriel's bunny which he named Asia (despite Sam's many attempts to change it) began to climb onto his head.

"That's a very complicated spell!" the girl gasped in admiration and confusion. "I didn't know that bunnies were an allowed pet or there are such things as purple ones."

"They're not and they're not." Cas spoke matter-of-factly.

"Gabe just doesn't follow the rules and accidentally created the hairball when he first tried out his wand." Dean added.

"I'm not called the Trickster for nothing." Gabe winked. Hermione seemed to be in a constant state of confusion at their words; she clung to each sentence and stored them for later information.

"Not as many people call you that as you think." commented Jo.

"You're also an archangel, but that didn't seem to stop you from behaving like a child." Meg rolled her eyes. "And here I thought all those swarmy dicks had sticks up their-"

"Anyway." Adam interrupted before the language got PG-13. "Hermione, we haven't seen Neville's toad. Maybe he'll find it later."

"Okay. We're approaching Hogwarts soon, I'd advise changing into your robes." The blushing brunette nodded and shut the compartment door. It would only occur to her later that she never told them her name.

Meg and Jo retrieved their robes, donning them on quickly. Dean absolutely refused to change, but Sam was able to convince him to at least put a cloak on because of the cold, Scottish air. Crowley enjoyed the wizarding look, but muttered about lack of 20th century fashion or a good tux. Sam mother-hen'd, disbelieving that this was his life for the next seven years.


Until next time. What house do you think Sam, Dean, and Crowley should go in?