Summary: There is a secret agency of supernatural creatures. John, Bobby, Dean and Sam are captured by them but are they in danger or does the society just need their help?

Warnings: violence, malexmale (erotic), malexfemale (non-erotic) foul language, etc. etc…

Rating: R-ish… M?

Pairing: Dean/Hadrian, Sam/Ginny

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Harry Potter.

A.N.: I am so sorry this took forever! I could not think of anything to put, but I got it now. :3 Enjoy!

Chapter 2: We Need Your Help.

"Wait..." Dean started, looking at the agents suspiciously while the other three tensed. "The apocalypse, apocalypse? Four horsemen, pestilence, five-dollar-a-gallon gas apocalypse?"

"That's correct." Hadrian nodded in agreement, the hunters looking at him as if the agents had lost their mind. Harry went on to explain about the apocalypse and how it was supposed to be Dean that started it.

"So, Dean was supposed to start it?" John questioned, the suspicion and distrust showing clearly in his eyes, but he was clearly making an effort to not lash out. Harry nodded, his eyes moving over to the older Winchester brother before speaking.

"There was supposed to be a chain of events that led Dean down a direct path to selling his sell and going to Hell. The first was the car accident, I'm sure you remember..." He chuckled as the all grumbled unhappily about the reminder.

"Well according to our seers, or psychics," he added, seeing the confused look the hunters got, "Dean was supposed to get a serious brain injury, leaving him in a coma, unable to wake." He paused again, looking at the reactions. Sam's wide-eyed look of horror, John and Bobby's narrowed eyes, and Deans gaping.

"He would have died, of course, but John would have sold him soul and the Colt to the Yellow-Eyed-Demon in order to save Dean's life." The two brothers turned, wide-eyed, to their father who made no move to deny he would have done so. Ginny started talking before an argument could break out, making the hunters startle. They had forgotten she was there as well.

"After that, Sam would have been captured, along with several others who the Yellow-Eyed-Demon enhanced their powers, where Sam would have been killed by one of the others." She paused and went into further detail about their powers, seeing the look in Sam's eyes.

"So, my powers are natural... but the YED enhanced them..?" Sam asked quietly, Dean looking at his brother in concern. Hadrian nodded slightly, frowning in confusion and pulling on his floppy ear slightly, bringing it the tip to his mouth and nibbling on it gently. He didn't understand why this was new news to the youngest Winchester, his powers should have shown even while he was still in the womb. At that thought, acid green eyes snapped to the father Winchester, who avoided his gaze and glared at the wall. 'So he had seen his son's powers but kept it to himself...' Hadrian thought, not noticing that Dean had seen the death glare aimed at his father and was looking between them in suspicious confusion.

Sam Winchester was stunned, to say the least. His powers, the same powers that haunted his every thought, were his own. Not something that some power-hungry demon gave him, but rather enhanced them. He wasn't some demon freak...

John stared at the wall, or rather glared, as he felt those powerful green eyes of the agent on him. Yes, he had known about his son's powers. He and Mary had. However, they did everything they could to keep it a secret, even from Dean. It wasn't that John loved his son any less for being born with these random powers, but he didn't want the other hunters to hear about it and go after Sam. He and Mary discussed it, only a couple months after his youngest was born, she had explained everything to him. All she knew about the supernatural and they came to the conclusion that they would hide it for as long as they could. They didn't expect the demon to attack but it seemed that after the demon bled into Sam's mouth, his powers stopped and matured.

Bobby was confused, an emotion he really didn't like. He knew of Sam's powers, of course, that wasn't what confused him. The thing he was so confused about is that there was a whole agency of supernatural beings keeping order and yet his wife was possessed by the demons these agents were supposed to keep away from the living. Weren't they aware? Why didn't they do anything?

As if hearing his rapid thoughts, Agent Potter turned his death glare to Bobby, his glare immediately turning into a soft look of understanding, his lips tilting up into a small smile. Without Potter saying anything, Bobby knew Potter would answer his questions the best he could later.

Ginny, who had been quiet and withdrawn, looked around the room at the hunters as she twirled a lock on her ginger hair around her finger. It was crazy seeing that the Winchesters and their friend were so unaware but so popular with the supernatural. Ginny could see in the senior Winchester's eyes that he knew more than he ever told his son's, Bobby as well. Sighing softly, she turned her blue eyes to her partner and frowned. They needed to hurry before the calming spell on the room expired.

Ginny cleared her throat to get the attention on the conversation again, the hunters immediately tensing and straightening their backs. "As we were saying… The reason why you all are so important to this apocalypse…" She began to explain a bit more, the vessels and their roles. (A.N.: I'm not explaining it, you know what it is. xD) After she finished explaining, the hunters were dumbstruck. Sam is Lucifer's vessel and Michael, an ANGEL, is Dean's? There was no way it was possible. Knowing their thoughts, Ginny nodded and glanced at Hadrian, who walked over to the door and punched in the code. He opened the door and talked to whoever was outside in a hushed voice. A moment later, a furry, clawed hand reached through the crack of the door with a folder in the hand, making the hunters jump back in shock, and Hadrian grabbed the folder.

Turning back to the Winchester's, and Bobby, he cleared his throat and took a picture from the folder and placed it on the table. The hunters leaned forward to look at the picture, a beautiful woman with sticking red hair and blue-grey eyes. Her pale face was morphed into a look of rage and insanity, her mouth open and was obviously screaming.

"This, boys, is Anna. Or rather, that's what she calls herself. She was an angel who murdered over 100 new born angels. After she was tried by the angel court, they assigned another angel, Uriel, to escort her to where she would lose her grace and fall to Hell. However, Uriel is… Not loyal to God, completely. Before he, pushed her off the clouds," he paused and grinned, making Ginny snort.

"He left some of her grace within her. She, of course with her history, had no problem torturing the souls in Hell." He paused again to make sure they were listening. "With the left over grace, she was able to transfer it to Lucifer and therefore, gave him the power to break out of the cage and start the apocalypse. Uriel opened the gates of Hell and let him out." He sighed and picked up the picture, placing it back in the folder. "Now, this shouldn't have been able to happen. Dean was supposed to be the only one who can start the apocalypse. We haven't been able to figure out exactly how this all is possible, Anna starting this, but it has happened. And we need your help to stop this."

Hadrian stopped and looked at the hunters, trying to show his desperation in his eyes, how much he needed them. The hunters in return looked at the agents, to each other, then back to the agents.

"Could we have a moment?" Sam asked softly, his mind reeling with all this new information. Agent Potter nodded and motioned for Ginny to follow him, punching in the code and leaving the room silently.

Once the door was shut firmly behind the agents, all except Sam began to talk and yell, trying to voice their opinions over everyone else. After a moment of listening to this, Sam frowned in disappointment.

"Shut up!" He yelled and the others quieted immediately, looking baffled at the red faced Sam. "Arguing and yelling isn't going to help any. We don't have any reason to not believe them. Just think, everything that's been happening makes sense now. I think we should help." Sam put his two cents in, looking at the others in the room.

Dean cleared his throat and nodded, "I think so too. Any reason to gank those demon freaks." Bobby nodded in agreement, rolling his eyes at Dean who smirked at Sam who had adapted his Bitch Face at his brother's choice of words.

"And this has nothing to do with the way you were looking at Agent Potter?" Sam said in an unimpressed tone, grinning at the faint blush on Dean's cheeks.

"Oh yea? What about you were looking at the red head, huh?" Dean fired back, waggling his brows suggestively. Sam scowled and opened his mouth to retort but his father cut him off.

"Knock it off, you two. I don't like this, having to work with these guys." He began but raised his hand to silence the protests. "But, if it is the apocalypse, we're going to need help." He finished and just in time as just Agent Potter came back into the room, leaving the door cracked.

"Have you made your decision?" He muttered, arms crossing over his chest and ears twitching, taking in all the noises outside the door. Only his green eyes showed his nervousness, he wasn't sure they would accept. Hadrian shifted from foot to foot, trying to ignore Dean's heated stare and stay professional, though by the redness rising from his chest he wasn't doing too well.

"Yes, we'll help ya. But we need more answers." Bobby answered, seeing that the other three wouldn't. 'Damn stubborn idgits…' Bobby thought with a sigh, turning to glare at his friends. Despite trying to hide it, Hadrian's eyes showed his excitement.

"As you wish," he smiled slightly, relaxing his tensed shoulders, "just so you know, this will be the biggest war Earth has ever seen. The angels are at one side, the demons at another and finally the SPN will be fighting both. It is very important that we seal both Heaven and Hell back up otherwise this could happen again every few years." Hadrian could see the surprise in their eyes.

"Now, if you would follow me, I will escort you to your rooms where your weapons and clothing are." He turned towards the door but paused and turned back to stare hard at them. "There are many creatures outside of this door. I ask you to be open-minded and forget what you learned by hunting the rogues. Please do not attack." He stressed, then waited until all four nodded. He nodded himself and opened the door, letting the light flood the room.

"Welcome to the SPN Headquarters." He swung his arm out then grinned at their dumbstruck expressions. That never got old.