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Evermore

Mikkal

Forevermore: V

Sam woke with a loud gasp that he tried in vain to clamp down on. He glanced over at his brother to see him still sleeping—restless, but still asleep. The wounds on his face stood out against the paleness that hadn't left since the boggart last night. Sam reached over and lightly pressed his fingers against Dean's exposed wrist, hefting a relieved sigh when he felt the fast, but steady, pulse. He couldn't shake the nightmare of howling and growling dogs and the hiss of a snake that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up and the familiar screams of his brother in pain.

And wasn't it sad that his brother in pain was a familiar sound?

He ran a hand through his hair and checked his watch, groaning when it read way too early. No one was going to be up at this time even if it was the day the students were going to Hogwarts. He and Dean should've gone earlier, but Albus had made the argument that their little "missions" would be easier to carry out if they were in, basically, civilization. Apparently Hogwarts was more or less in the middle of nowhere—or so it seemed to a pair of Muggles no matter how special they were.

Sam more or less already set up a basic lesson plan and had an outline of what was a available in the classroom and library so they were all set on that front. He was more worried about getting loss in the school. He'd always had a horrible sense of direction and Stanford—admittedly—made it even worse. Dean was always better about it, but they weren't going to be able to stay at each other's sides the entire time.

His thoughts were interrupted by Dean making a distressed noise low in the back of his throat and rolling to his side, curling a little into himself. Sam couldn't help but sigh, his heart cracking a little. Why couldn't they just get a break, huh? Was that really too much to ask for?

"Dean," he said, reaching to shake his brother's shoulder. "Come on. Wake up."

Green eyes snapped open and Dean let out a whoosh of air before sitting up, rubbing his eyes with the back of his wrist. "Ugh," he groaned. "What time is it?"

"You don't want to know," Sam said wryly. "Early, though. Really early."

"Seriously?" He flopped back down. "Awesome. Why'd you wake me up, bitch?"

"Jerk." He refrained from telling Dean the real reason (or any reason at all) for waking him up. Neither of them were very fond of having their weaknesses pointed out, his brother more than him.

Sam clicked on the lamp and frowned, eyes narrowing as he finally got a good look at Dean's face.

"What?" Dean asked suspiciously. "There somethin' on my face?" His eyebrows furrowed. "You know, besides the obvious?"

"I could've sworn…" Sam trailed off, shaking his head. "The scrapes. They're not as bad this morning." In fact, they looked like they were weeks old now, instead of just days.

Dean got up and checked his face in magical vanity mirror on the other side of the room. He poked his cheek, biting his lip. "Hm," he hummed. "That's weird. Maybe it's 'cause of all the magic around here?"

Sam shrugged. That could be it, made a little bit of sense anyway.

"Come on," he said. "We should probably head out." They needed to get some stuff done before the train left at eleven o'clock. Some stuff being a lot of stuff, and most of it contained some of Dean's least favorite things.

"Ugh. I hate research," Dean whined. He stuffed some wayward clothes into his duffle. "Why can't you go do that and I'll stay here?" He snapped his fingers as if he just thought of something. "Oh, that's right. You went to Stanford and now no one knows you." There was just enough teasing in his tone to tell Sam that his brother was joking. "That's why I had to talk to Christopher. You're comin' with me this time."

They more or less took an hour to pack up and get ready. There was no need to rush despite Dean's complaining.

No one was awake when they trudged downstairs quietly (Mrs. Black was still twitchy (more than usual) after she flew open and scared Dean, causing him to shoot her portrait). Sam was a little disappointed, Hermione promised to explain transfiguration to him. He was learning all he could from books and the professors were more or less happy to explain it, but it was easier for someone who had to learn it as well to explain it. Students didn't expect you to know everything already.

"Dude," Dean said when they made it outside into the chilly English air. "I'm gettin' tired of the cold. When do we go home?"

Sam frowned. "Why do you want to go home so badly? Azazel's here, we should be here."

Dean rolled his eyes. "We're important, Sam. Or, at least, you're important. Come on, even I noticed that. The bastard would've come back once he realized we weren't takin' whatever bait he was trying to throw out." He checked his watch for some reason. "And if Azazel's not here anymore, then maybe all these kids wouldn't be in danger. I mean, they're in danger now with Voldy and such. But there's only so much a rampaging Dark Lord can do…and then you add a demon, it just get's worse."

"You don't know that for sure," Sam argued.

"You're right, I don't, but it's better than thinking it's our monster causing the worst of this." Dean scowled when a car drove past and sent up some dirty, cold water. "I hate this weather," he announced. "I better get me some coffee before I go postal."

"Uh huh."

The diner they went to was one Sam found a few days ago and Dean whole-heartedly agreed to. They had wonderful coffee (he wasn't sure if it was because he was so use to motel and gas station coffee or it was because Europeans were better than Americans at something…yet again) and their food was delicious.

"Is Albus meeting us here?" Sam asked when they sat down. Why didn't he know? Dean was being awfully sneaky lately.

Dean shook his head. "No, the contact is meeting us here and then Albus is coming later to show us the way to King's Cross, because wizards have to be so damn confusing," he muttered that last part. He had a good point, the books were a mess and everything was hidden. He and Dean may be able to see the magical stuff, but the really hidden stuff took a few blinks to work out and caused a little bit of a headache.

The bell above the door rang just as their food was placed in front of them. A slight woman and a taller man walked in. Their eyes zeroed in on the booth he and Dean were sitting in, but the couple didn't look like Hunters. They didn't have that wary, rugged (or ragged, depended on how you liked to describe the… lifestyle), nor were their faces even remotely sunken it. Bobby accused him and Dean of that a lot (more Dean than him considering Sam had only be back in the saddle for a little of time). The couple stopped right in front of their table.

"Oi, Winchester, right?" The woman asked, eyes flitting from Dean to him.

Dean sat up a little straighter and put on a charming smile, but it wasn't the flirty one he was expecting. "That's right. Dean. Sam." He gestured towards his brother. "You Lisa and Jack?"

"Yep. Move over." She nudged Dean's shoulder and slid next to him.

Jack took the seat next to Sam, giving him a shrug that said Don't look at me, I can't control her. Which, fair enough, women were independent but the women Hunters more so. They were, as Dean liked to say, badass motherfuckers.

Lisa stole some bacon and pulled a large, old book from her bag. "I think this is what you're looking for." She pushed it forward and shrugged. "I can read it, but some dude can make out a few words. Something about Lucifer and Hell's Gates."

"Thanks," Sam said. He pulled the book towards him and began leafing through it. "Wow," he muttered. "This is really old." It looked like it was a mixture of Sumerian and some other language he didn't recognize, which probably meant that it was some completely different language that sprouted from the Sumerian language's back. He couldn't read it, but he just happened to know a group of wizards who knew translation spells and who also was on his side.

Jack nodded. "So old that there's not even data on it."

"Bullshit."

He shook his head. "It's true. Any time someone's tried to date it something goes wrong. But hey, that's magic for ya."

Lisa leaned on her hand. "Three churches went down. No one was hurt though. I don't know what your demon's lookin' for, but he's not finding it."

It was weird to hear her talk about Azazel (Dean and Bobby quickly assured that none of these Hunters actually knew the demon's name. This was his Hunt, damnit) so freely. Back in America none of the other Hunters believed Dad, referring it as his "mythical demon." Seemed European Hunters were a bit more connected.

"But I can tell you something's going on in a town near Hogsmead." Jack grimaced. "I hate that town," he muttered. "Anyway. Something's been going around and causing weird…disturbances. Wizards claim it's not one of them. Something about how aliens weren't their forte."

Dean perked up at that. "Aliens?"

Sam groaned. "Great, now you've done it," he said jokingly. "How come no one else's checked it out yet?"

"We have," Lisa replied. "But every time a Hunter gets into town everything's normal. As soon as they leave two people die and three more get sent to the big city for mental hospitals. We're sending anyone we can to see if they can figure it out, since you two are here we figured we'd tell you. See if you could take some time to check it out."

Dean shrugged. "I don't see why not. We'll be near there and, well, people are dying. Anyone set up to check it out in the next week or so?"

Jack nodded. "Henry said he'd go on Wednesday and then it's free for all."

"We'll check it out Saturday." Sam glanced at Dean. "I'm sure we'll have the weekend free."

"Probably," Dean agreed.

"Well then." Lisa clapped her hands and stood up, but not without stealing another piece of bacon. "We better be off. Dean, tell Singer I say hello and that he owes me for the info on that Rakshasa he was asking about." She leveled them with a stern look. "Don't trust clowns."

Sam shuddered. "Will do," he said, to both accounts. Clowns were evil and Bobby was going to hate that Lisa was going through them to get to him.

And then they left. Sam and Dean finished their breakfast in record time before they headed to the library down the street. This was where Albus said their car was going to pick them up to take them to the station.

But that wasn't for two more hours so they sat down and decided to get some research done. Dean had warned Sam that the book Lisa gave them was hard to translate so he worked on that. Apparently this library was both Muggle and magic so Sam mentioned something to the librarian and she directed him to a back room that had the perfect book to begin translating with.

Dean had stepped outside to talk to Bobby. Since they were warned electronics didn't work in high magic saturated places he was going to tell him that they were only going to call once a week now.

Just when Dean was walking back in Sam figured out at least the basic (it was really hard to do straight translations. Something always went wibbly.) of what the book was trying say.

"There's Hell's Gates all over the world," he said. "Usually in churches or mausoleums. I think Azazel wants to open one."

"What for?" Dean asked. "There's plenty of demons already upside." Same shrugged and Dean scratched his head, something occurring to him. "That does explain why so many churches and cemeteries are going down, though. There can only be so many Gates and there's a lot of places one could be."

"Six," Sam said. "There are six Gates."

"That's a very popular number with the demon spawn." He raised his hand to keep Sam from explaining why. "Don't. I know why."

Sam shrugged in response, grinning. Pastor Jim had loved cramming all of that information into their head, hadn't he? "Okay, then. So, what do we do now?"