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"This pants are too tight!" Dean complained for the third time on their way to the warehouse.

Sam rolled her eyes amused; Dean had chosen tight pants because she had wanted to brag to Sam that as a female she had a bigger butt. Sam, however, chose a short jeans that River suggested as they were more comfortable.

Tony seemed to be getting enough of Dean's complaints and Cas, well, Cas was pissed off drunk and seemed to have a never-ending cheerfulness dripping off him.

"The why did you choose a tight one, Dean?" Stark asked annoyed and immediately Cas blurted out confused:

"Dean and I have a more profound bond."

The youngest Winchester laughed out loud at that. The Trickster had obviously jinxed Dean's name because every time someone mentioned Dean, Cas would say that they have a more profound bond. Sam was starting to think that the guy was as sick of the sexual tension between the two of them as she was, but he was the only one with the power to do anything.

"I remember when Cas said that for real." Sam said to no one in particular.

Tony chuckled (Sam refused to think of the man as her uncle. Dean may have been a bit harsh on the man, but it wasn't as if Sam didn't agree with some of them) and asked, "He said that before this whole mess?"

"I kept praying to him every night for months, but he never showed up. Then when Dean asked him to get his feathery ass down here only one time, he showed up. We asked why, he said that exact same words." Sam explained shrugging.

The warehouse was abandoned; one look at the outside could tell you that. No one had said anything through the earpieces, so Sam guessed everything was ok. He hoped no one would go through what she and Dean had to go through in the Mystery Spot, but Sam knew the Trickster didn't like to repeat things (the continuous different deaths in the Mystery Spot were an example).

Dean opened the door with a gun in hand and a stake in the jacket with her blood on the tip. Something strange happened, the moment the blonde opened the door, she was sucked in along with Tony and the door closed behind them. Which left Sam with the drunken angel behind.

Who'd figure that Cas was such a happy-go-lucky drunk?

That's when the angel disappeared from his sight and he was sucked inside the warehouse too.

"Shit. SAMMY!" Dean yelled as she tried to kick the door down. "God damned son of a bitch!"

Tony took a look around; there was nothing there besides some angel statues. Oh the irony. The angel was right outside and here there were angel statues that looked nothing like a real angel.

The younger woman (Tony was still mentally laughing at that) turned to him looking like she was breathing fire. "He's obviously not here. Get your shiny suit flying and fly us out of here."

"You don't give me orders, sweetheart."

Dean's face turned red with rage and she replied angrily, "Don't ever call me sweetheart again! And if you want to stay here with the creepy statues it's okay with me." Maybe she thought that Tony didn't hear her mumbling "It's not as if we're going to miss you anyway." But he didn't comment on it.

It stung. The billionaire didn't want to admit it, but it hurt like a bitch to hear that from John's kid.

Tony felt chills going down his back and he turned around. There was an angel only six feet from him. And there wasn't one there before.

"Dean."

"WHAT?" The girl didn't even turn. If Tony were with his mask, he'd guess it was something wrong with the suit, but that angel wasn't there before.

"What do you know of statues that move?"

"They don't."

"Then turn around."

That's when a statue appeared five feet from Dean, Tony turned to his statue and almost fell on the floor, and the statue had its hand four inches, at most, from his face. "Fuck!"

"How the heck did they move so fast?"

Then Tony did the most sensible thing he could thing of, "Tri-laser charged JARVIS?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Let's give them hell."

Dean shot the one until it's head had fallen of, Tony kept shooting the ones getting near him and occasionally one that Dean didn't see. That's when Tony tried to get his suit flying. Well, tried being the keyword because it didn't work. "JARVIS, I need to get this suit flying, now!"

"There's nothing wrong with the suit, Sir."

The pin dropped, "That motherfucking Trickster!"

Dean seemed to have heard that, "Don't tell me that you can't get us out of here."

"Then let's keep shooting."

The more they shot, more angels appeared or reformed. So Dean got her head out of her ass and finally remembered the earpiece and asked someone, "How the fuck do we kill moving statues?"

No one answered, "Dammit."

"I didn't know where he was." Tony said while shooting an angel that was inches from Dean.

"If you cared you should have looked for him then!"

"I didn't think he did! And honestly I still think he didn't!"

"We're not going to have a chick flick moment now!"

"Agreed!" Tony shouted and shot another, "What the hell are these things?"

"Not supernatural, that's for sure!"

Then someone finally answered, "Weeping Angels are the lonely assassins, they are quantum-locked, which means they only move when you're not looking at them." That was River's voice, she sounded panicked. "Don't blink and don't turn your back on them."

"There are at least twenty of them here! How do we do that?" Tony hissed angrily, those fuckers just kept reforming.

"Let them form a circle around you, they'll be looking at each other, then they won't be able to move. You, Sam, Dean and Castiel, just keep your backs on each other and it'll work."

"Sam and Cas are not here and we can't get out." Dean answered getting behind Tony's back.

"Did the angels take them?"

"No"

"Then it's okay, just do as I told you. Does anyone know how to wake up someone, or just get out from a living dream?" The woman asked them.

"What?" Dean asked confused, not taking his eyes off the angels in front of her, "It could be a djinn."

"We're in Hogwarts."

"WHAT" That came from both Tony and Dean, the angels were getting closer.

They could practically hear the woman rolling her eyes, "Yes, Hogwarts. We've been here for months!"

The Iron Man frowned, "River, we've been fighting the angels for, at most, half an hour. It's impossible for you to be there for months!"

"What happens when an angel touch you, Professor Song." Dean asked gulping.

"You're sent back in time and live until the moment you were sent back, that's when you die."

"Wow."

Dean shook her head, "If it were a Djinn you'd have to commit suicide, but now that you said that you're in Hogwarts, I doubt it."

"None of us wanted to leave. We just said, screw the mission. I've tried to put sense in their heads now that you woke me, but they think I'm raving mad!"

Some of the angels had already stopped, some were still getting closer and Tony kept shooting those, then Dean cursed and said, "I'm out of munitions."

"Then don't blink."

"Shit." Tony almost shot himself with stupidity; "Pepper once told me that I should stop going to random casinos once. When I asked why she told me that I might not get out of the Lotus Casino."

"Get to the point!" The green-eyed woman hissed.

"I found out it was a fictional casino from a book that kept people as willing prisoners that didn't want to get out. It seems that effect is different. Instead of time passing slower in the inside…"

"It's passing faster. What book was that?"

"A children's book, Peter Johnson and the Olympians, I think."

"Percy Jackson?"

"Yes, that."

"I'll try to wake them then. Then I'll slam that book on the Doctor's head."

"Stark."

An angel was inches from Tony's face; he didn't dare to blink, "Yes?"

"There's an angel in front of me."

"Well, then it's the two of us." Then he idea came over him, "Dean, we drop on the floor on three."

Dean was the one counting, "One."

"Two"

"Three."

And they did.

Honestly, Tony was expecting everything to go wrong and show up in the 1920s. He could practically see the parties. But the presence of the woman, his niece, by his side told him that it worked. But when Tony opened his eyes, he wasn't in the warehouse anymore.

He was home.

With his parents with their backs turned on him.

But he could still see John right in front of them.