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.

Reviews:

AmeliaPond1997: There will be children in the future. I'm sorry that it disappointed you, however I'm trying to make it so the Winchesters and Bobby see the true evil in people and not just creatures. You know? I hope his future pregnancies will satisfy you. D:

Lizzy Phoenix:

Thank you. I hope the next few chapters will be better and capture your attention first. This is my first story and I'm not quite so good with the time lines but it was just the beginning I was having trouble with.

And Hadrian will have many little feet pattering around soon enough. Sam and Ginny too~.

Chapter 4: On the Road Again.

It was only a half hour later that the hunters found their way to the first floor and watched quietly at Agent Potter, who was barking out orders. All around them, every TV screen had footage of the tornado massacre in New York that was still going on. They watched the TV reports and cell phone videos silently, in horror, for a few seconds before approaching Agent Potter.

Sam cleared his throat softly, making Hadrian turn and blink in confusion.

"Yes?" He asked in a gentle voice so much different from the one he had just been using.

"So, what now, boss?" Dean asked with a teasing smirk. Hadrian looked at all of them, searching their expression and eyes to see if they truly wanted to help. He apparently found what he needed because he smiled faintly and nodded.

"For now, we'll leave the tornados to the elementals. We, however, are going out to do what you all do best. Hunt." Sam and Dean shared a grin. John just narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

"Don't usually like to be out in the field," Bobby grunted, looking over at a tall book case with greedy eyes. "Mind if I stay here?"

Hadrian chuckled and shook his head, directing Bobby over to a group of people who help out the hunters then motioned for the Winchesters to follow him. After exiting the building to a large garage, he leads them to a deep green, almost black, 1967 Pontiac GTO and motioned for two of them to get into the back.

"Wait, where is my baby?" Dean asked with horror filled eyes, making Hadrian raise a brow questioningly. He didn't see a child in the hotel room when they picked them up.

Sam snorted and rolled his eyes, "He means his car." He told Agent Potter upon seeing his confusion.

"Oohh." Hadrian nodded then smirked in amusement. "You'll get your car back after the updates are done." Leaving it at that, he pushed the younger two hunters into the back seat then motioned for John to get into the passenger side, knowing it'd make the paranoid hunter at least slightly more comfortable.

Hadrian got into the front seat, ignoring Dean who was complaining about sitting in the back, them ruining his baby and complimenting the car in rambles.

"In your new cell phones, there will always be a list of rogue creatures that either need to be dealt with or just watched." Seeing the look on John's face, he chuckled as he started the car, grinning widely as the engine echoed in the garage.

"Yes, some just need to be watched. Some times we can't figure out if it's a creature killing people or a human or wizard. There are ways to stage it." Hadrian explained as he backed out and sped off out of the garage and onto a deserted dirt road. Dean gapped as he looked out of the window. There are in the desert!

Sam, who was going through his phone, gave Dean the Bitch Glare when the older began poking and shoving him, motioning out the window.

"Yes, Dean! You act like you've never seen a desert before!" Sam snapped, going back to his phone.

Hadrian glanced at the pouting Dean in his rear view mirror, chuckling softly. "There have been rumors of a group of vampires planning to join the demon's side. Another Agent said they have already attacked and killed several people." He paused, glancing over at the tense John. "So, even if we can't convince them to stay neutral…" He trailed off, knowing the hunters would catch onto his point.

They had been speeding down the deserted back roads for hours, at 88 mph, when John grunts out that he has to piss. With a exasperated sigh, Hadrian nods and suddenly slammed on the brake, making the unexpecting hunters lurch forward then to the side as Hadrian drifts over an emergency road cross to the freeway and speeds off toward the town they just passed.

The hunters could only gape at him.

"He's crazy." Dean stage whispered to Sam.

Hadrian leaned against his car, waiting for Dean and John to reemerge from the store beside the gas station. Beside him, Sam fiddled around with his new phone, glancing at him every few seconds.

Hadrian sighed, looking over at the price of the gas being pumped into his car. "If you have a question, just ask it." He muttered to the tall hunter, startling him.

Sam blinked stupidly at the agent then cleared his throat nervously. "Earlier... you said something about your godson going to a wizarding school then a creature school."

Hadrian nodded, keeping his eyes locked on the pump but reached up and tugged on the beanie covering his ears.

"Why would he go to both?" Sam questioned, his brows furrowed.

"Ah," Hadrian chuckled, finally looking over to Sam. "He's part werewolf. See, he's a wizard, so he has to go to Hogwarts to learn how to control his magic." He explained, knowing that the more he revealed, the more they'd trust him. No secrets.

"Then he'll go to Creature Academy and learn to control his temper. Creatures like Teddy, one half, have more of a temper. The werewolves you guys hunted, those are half were's. They don't transform physically during the full moon but change mentally with more anger, making them more dangerous. Very few actually put effort into training the anger."

Sam nodded slowly as Hadrian looked away again, seeing the other two hunters coming out of the store.

"Do you think Teddy will succeed in training his anger?" Sam asked softly, almost hesitantly. Hadrian didn't say anything for a moment, instead put the gas hose back and spun the gas cap on.

"We'll see…" Hadrian answered just as Dean and John approached.

"See what?" Dean asked curiously but Hadrian didn't answer, only shook his head and tugged on his beanie, motioning them inside the car.

"Nothing Dean." Sam sighed, folding himself in half to get behind the drivers seat then stretched out, thankful that Agent Potter is so small that he could fit comfortably.

Dean and John shared a look, climbing into the car. John barely had the door shut when Hadrian tore out of the gas station, ignoring John's cursing.

It had been an uncomfortable, tense silence ever since they left the gas station, making Dean wonder what the two had talked about while they were in the store. His questions, however, were answered with glares from both.

Deciding to drop the subject before he bursts into flames from the twin death glares, Dean slumped in his seat with a put-upon huff. Then something occurred to him…

"Hey, I've got a question." He started, leaning forward in his seat. Hadrian, John and Sam groaned.

"Come on Dean, enough! No more questions!" Sam pleaded, banging his head against the back of his seat.

"It's not about that!" Dean snapped, glaring at his dad and brother. "Anyway… When we win," Dean paused, seeing the amused gaze from Hadrian in the rear view mirror. "Yes, when we win, what happens to the demons and angels?"

John and Sam turned to Hadrian, obviously waiting for an answer. None came for a few seconds before the agent sighed softly.

"Well, when we win," he began with a slightly teasing tone. "The demons will be banished back to Hell, with better spells this time, and Lucifer locked back in the cage."

Hadrian was silent as Sam leaned forward and peaked at his closed off expression. "And the angels?"

The agent pursed his lips tightly and gripped the steering wheel.

"They will fall."

Before anyone could ask anymore questions, Hadrian leaned forward and turned on the radio, Metallica's Enter Sandman blaring from the speakers.

Dean stared at Hadrian with stars in his eyes as Sam stared at Dean with slight amusement. Only Dean would react like that over music.

Rocks and dirt crunched under the powerful tires of the sleek green car, the head lights turned off as the hunters within crept toward the abandoned factory that the vampires stayed.

Loud techno music blasted from the factory, making the car windows rattle slightly.

"Alright boys," Hadrian spoke so quietly, they almost couldn't hear him. "You ready?" His green eyes never left the factory where he could see the vampires dancing and doing other things inside.

"How are you plannin' on doing this?" John grunted, turning narrowed eyes to the agent. "We don't have any weapons."

Hadrian raised an eyebrow and motioned them out of the car quietly. Once they were out and stood clear, he pushed a button on the remote for the car alarm. There was a whooshing noise and the body of the car rose up, a tray of guns, knives, swords and vials of holy water came out on both sides. The trunk popped open and three shelves of smaller guns laid out for their choosing.

"You were saying?" Hadrian grinned.

It took a while, the Winchesters apparently argue every time they work on a hunt together, but they finally chose their weapons. Dean had a hand held gun with angel inscriptions on it (which he had to explain), a couple vials of holy water and ammo.

Sam picked out two throwing knives, with the same carvings as Dean's gun, and holy water.

John simply grabbed a sawed off shot gun and started toward the factory.

Hadrian cursed softly under his breath and pushed another button, all the weapons going back to hiding then rushed after John. He grabbed the older looking man's arm and twisted him around roughly.

"Look, I know you're usually the one that gives the orders, but from not on… it'll be my orders. Got it, old man?" He snapped, glaring deeply. "We talk first, shoot later. I'll put a bullet in your arse if you even open your mouth once."

With one last sneer, he released John's arm and stalked to the factory. Dean and Sam stared after him in surprise, they were sure that one Bobby has ever talked to their dad like that.

They rushed after Hadrian, who hadn't stopped to see if they were following, and caught up just as he reached the front doors. Hadrian stared at the doors then lifted his fingers to his mouth and blew a shrill whistle that made the hunters cry out in alarm and pain.

"What the fuck?!" John snapped, covering his ears. Hadrian shrugged, reaching up to rub his own ears. That actually did hurt, he pouted slightly.

He smirked, however, when the music stopped abruptly and hushed voices spoke through out the factory.

"Mission success." Hadrian grinned. "This is Agent Potter from The SPN! Come on out!" He called to whoever was inside.

It was quiet for a moment before one of the factory doors creaked open slowly and a young child with red hair, barely age four stood there, looking up at them curiously.

"Mommy?"

A.N.:

Whhaa? "Mommy?"

I don't even know what I'm talking about.

Or do I?

Who answered the door?

-Cackles-