When they pulled up to Bobby's, Sam nudged Alex.
"Go inside, put your stuff in the laundry basket, and take a shower." he said.
Alex nodded, going inside the house.
When the door closed, Sam was standing on one side of Bobby, Dean the other.
"So, y'all like the Roadhouse?" Bobby asked them.
"Yeah, it was awesome--- what the fuck was with not telling us Alex might have demon powers?"
"Dean!"
"Think it's a question that deserves an answer." Dean ground out.
"Don't you get lippy with me, boy." Bobby said, not flinching in the least. "It happened about a week ago, and not much to it. "
"She turned a dog into a goat!!!" Dean yelled. "Then, when she was with us, she turned some creepy mugger guy into a puppy!"
"So, it is connected to her, not the house..." Bobby muttered, removing his trucker cap to run a sweaty hand through his thinning hair. "Wasn't sure; wanted to be sure afore I got yer dander up."
"Still shouldda told us." Sam said quietly.
"What? Is it Dad?" Dean asked, tossing his hands up into the air. "Did he just hunt one too many freaking creatures? My little brother has visions and my baby sister is turning things... into other things!"
"If it helps, Dean, I don't think she has control over it. I think she was just panicking..." Sam said hesitantly.
"No, Sam, that makes it worse, because what if she 'panicks' in front of another hunter--- one who we don't know we can trust?! What if you get one of your 'headaches' in front of one? I'm not worried about you two goin' evil--- I'm worried about you becoming hunted!"
"Simmer down... she's not a witch..." Bobby said slowly, "cause you can't do that 'less it's on purpose... We'll figger this out..."
"No, we won't." Dean said with an air of finality.
"Dean..." Sam sighed.
"No, we're stopping with the 'figuring shit out'. We're going to let it go and hope it goes away."
"Dean, it doesn't work that way... My visions haven't gone away!"
Dean took a deep breath. "No. That's just---"
Suddenly, Alex screamed and came running out of the house.
"What? What is it?" Sam asked, catching her by the arms.
"Someone just... appeared in the house! Dressed all weird..."
And, the man in question came out, wearing robes and a pointy hat.
"It's 90 degrees, and you're breaking into houses dressed like Merlin?" Sam asked, frowning at the old man.
"I am sorry..." he said in his relaxed British accent. "But, we did not know she was alive until her power showed up on our radar."
Dean pulled his favorite 9 MM out of the waistband of his jeans and cocked it, pointing it straight at the Dumbledore wannabe.
"Piffle, what did I expect from a hunter? A Winchester at that?" he said derisively.
Bobby frowned. "Who--- or what--- the hell are you?"
"I am head of the Wizarding Council. And, this young lady... there was a mixup. A mistake. She is a wizard; her powers have just come in, in the past few days..."
"A... wizard..." Alex repeated slowly, disbelievingly.
"Yes. You were put in the wrong family; there was mixup."
Now Sam also pulled a weapon, but the Wizard Councilman only sighed.
"No one is taking her away, merely explaining her herritage. She'll only meet with the Russos. The father is an ex-wizard--- he gave up his powers to be with his wife--- and the sons are half wizards, like Alex here. When the youngest boy is 17, there will be a competition between the three of them as to whom gets to be a full wizard. The other two will loose their powers forever."
"Well, they can have mine..." Alex said. "I don't want 'em."
"I am afraid it doesn't work this way... Biologically, dear, they are your parents, Jerry and Theresa Russo. They thought you had been stillborn, but, you were really stolen, and your father honestly thought... that he was your father."
"He was--- is!" Alex said, tears springing to her eyes.
"I'm only asking that you meet the four of them, but it is not really a request..." he said, and pulled out a wand.
Suddenly, Sam Dean and Bobby looked around, and Alex and the odd little man had disappeared...