DISCLAIMER: MY NAME IS NOT ERIC KRIPKE OR JK ROWLING, SO NO! I DO NOT OWN HP OR SPN.
AN: Please ignore the grammatical ! And Reviews are review
THE MEETING
After a long hour of salting the window sills and doors, making the demon trap under the carpet, setting the table with holy water in a silver glass and a few more measures of anti-basic-monster-tricks. Dean and Sam looked upto the clock
TEN seconds to 11:00 AM
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KNOCK KNOCK!
"He sure owns a watch!" Dean murmered.
Keeping the gun cocked behind the door, Dean slowly opened the door an inch. On the door was an old man. Old would be an understatment, he was great-grandfatherly old, with silvery white beard that was so long that it could be tucked under his waist long hair was white. His hair was white, much longer than Sams. He was wearing midnight blue ROBES with yellow stars and a pointy hat. Even though he was wearing the weirdest dressever, he still had a 2000 watt smile stuck on his face. Dean could see that the smile was genuine though he was not ready to trust this man.
"Hello Dean! I am Albus Dumbledore." Dumbledore said with a grandfatherly smile.
"How do you know me?" Dean said. Sam was standing behind Dean.
"I happen to know a lot of things. Not that I claim to know everything. Can I come in?" Dumbledore asked.
"Come in." Sam said warily.
The oldest man strode inside passing over the salt and the demon trap and took a seat. Sam offered him the silver glass and Albus drowned it. So demon, copreal ghost, skinwalker, werewolf, shapeshifter were out.
"Down to buisness Gandalf, what are you? How do you know about us? What do you want from us?" Dean asked.
"As I've already told you I am the headmaster of Hogwarts. I am a Wizard."
Within a milisecond Albus was on the gunpoint of both the brothers.
"Whats a witch doing on our doorstep? Suicide?"Dean asked dangerously.
"Whats Hogwarts?" the other brother asked.
"Calm down boys! Okay! Till date , you boys have only dealt with demonic witches who sell their souls for stupid palour tricks they call magic. But my kind are the natural ones, born wizards and witches. Magic is a part of who we are, part of every single cell in our body, part of our DNA. We have a magical core inside ourselves and still have our souls intact." Albus explained.
" Forgive us if we decide not to trust you." Dean replied sarcastically "What do you want?"
"I want your help to protect a fifteeen year old boy who is in grave danger. He is the only hope for our community and your world I cannot do anything to make you trust me."
"Why should we help you?" The older brother asked.
"You swore to protect the innocent. I am talking about the innocent here."
"Why haven't we heard of people like you?" Sam asked
"We are bound by the statue of secrecy"
"Say we trust you. Whats the plan then?" Dean asked seriously.