gale_winchester

Funny Captions Inspired by Pic from the L.A. Con

Sat, 04 Apr 2009 18:05:32 GMT

MISHALAND PEENDANCE

Fri, 27 Mar 2009 04:18:33 GMT

CASTIEL GROANED AS HE REALIZED HE HAD DROPPED A STITCH PULLING IT BACK OUT HE TRIED TO CONCENTRATE ON HIS KNITTING AND NOT DEAN WINCHESTER'S FINE ASS "KNIT ONE PEARL TWO" HE MENTALLY REPEATED AS HE KNITTED ZACHARIAH A PAIR OF WING WARMERS. HE KNEW HIS BOSS WOULD JUST LOVE THEM SINCE HE WAS USING PINK AND PURPLE GLITTERY YARN WHICH HE WAS SURE WOULD MAKE HIS BOSS JUST DAZZLE THE REST OF THE HEAVENLY HOST.

CASTIEL TRIED VERY HARD TO CONCENTRATE HE WANTED HIS BOSS TO HAVE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PAIR OF WING WARMERS IN HEAVEN AND HE KNEW HOW HIS BOSS COMPLAINED WHEN HIS WINGS GOT CHILLY ON THOSE COLD FLIGHT BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH. BUT CASTIEL FOUND IT HARD TO CONCENTRATE HIS EYES KEPT BEING DRAWN BACK TO HIS LAST CRAFT PROJECT A NICE LITTLE CROSS STICH SAMPLER OF DEAN WINCHESTER IN THE SHOWER IT WAS A BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF NEEDLEWORK AND CASTIEL WAS VERY PROUD OF IT EVEN IF IT DID CAUSE PARTS OF HIS VESSEL TO DO STRANGE THINGS

ZACHARIAH LOOKED UP FROM HIS DECOUPAGE "CASTIEL, BROTHER IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG"

"NOTHING" CASTIEL MUTTERED GETTING UP TO GO HAVE A LOOK AT ZACHARIAH'S LATEST CREATION. IT WAS A TRULY BEAUTIFUL DECOUPAGE.

LOOK AT THIS RAPHAEL SAID POINTING TO HIS LATEST PAINTING

RAPHAEL WAS VERY CREATIVE AND TENDED TO USE HIS PAINTING AS A SORT OF THERAPY WHEN THE STRESSES OF THE WAR GOT TO HIM MANY OF THE MANY MANSIONS IF FATHER'S HOUSE WERE DECORATED WITH RAPHAEL'S ARTWORK WHY IN FATHER'S VERY THRONE ROOM THERE WAS A PAINTING OF THEIR LONG ESTRANGED BROTHER LUCIFER BENT OVER FATHER'S KNEE GETTING THE LONG OVERDUE SPANKING HE'S HAD COMING TO HIM FOR AGES. THERE WAS ANOTHER IN THE HEAVENLY BANQUET HALL OF LUCIFER IN A FRILLY PINK TUTU HAVING A TEA PARTY WITH LILITH. THAT ONE HAD BEEN ONE OF URIEL'S SUGGESTIONS WHICH JUST WENT TO PROVE THAT URIEL HAD BEEN THE FUNNIEST ANGEL IN THEIR GARRISON.

CASTIEL COULDN'T HELP THE GRIN THAT BROKE OUT ON HIS FACE AT THE SIGHT OF RAPHAEL'S NEWEST MASTERPIECE. YOU SEE EVERY SINCE CASTIEL HAD SHOWN THE THE REST OF THE GARRISON THE COOL TRICK HIS VESSEL COULD DO THANKS TO SOMETHING CALLED YOGA, THE OTHER ANGELS HAD BECOME OBSESSED WITH IT MUCH AS HIS VESSEL HAD BEEN BEFORE CASTIEL HAD STEPPED IN AND PREVENTED HIM FROM MUTILATING ONE OF FATHER'S MOST BEAUTIFUL AND UNIQUE WORKS OF ART. SO RAPHAEL HAD BEEN SO INSPIRED BY CASTIEL'S DEMONSTRATION OF YOGA THAT HIS LATEST CREATION FEATURED LUCIFER TRYING THE SAME YOGA POSE BUT UNFORTUNATELY ENDING UP WITH HIS HORNS STUCK UP HIS ASS A VERY UNCOMFORTABLE LOOKING POSE INDEED.

FIN

Thu, 30 Oct 2008 01:38:24 GMT

Ok here's an RPF fic I've been working on it's Jensen/OFC anyways as usual I don't know any of the people mentioned in this fic and nothing is mine so please don't sue.

An Evening In
by
Gale_Winchester

There's a knock at the door it's late, later than he said he would be but then he told you that they were behind schedule when he called earlier.

You smile letting Jensen in but it fades when you notice how worn out he looks.

"Are you ok" you ask as he shrugs off his coat.

Jensen sighs tiredly "yeah it's just been a really long day but I didn't want to cancel our plans."

"You look exhausted" you say studying him closely.

"It's nothing really" he says running a hand through his dark blond hair "the scenes we're filming are really emotional and they're are just taking a lot out of me I guess."

You give him a kiss hoping to cheer him up a bit he returns the kiss deepens it even but then pulls away with a sigh

Then trying to force a cheerful smile he asks "So where would you like to go"?

"How about we just stay in tonight" you say "You don't really look like you're up to a night on the town and I've had a sorta crazy day too".

At this point he doesn't even try to hide the look of relief on his face but is considerate enough to ask "What happened?"

'Have you every tried writing anything with telemarketers calling every ten minutes I mean I would have turned the phone off but I was expecting an important call Besides how many times do I have to tell the idiots that no I don't want to extend the warranty on my car and I doubt I could since the car is older than I am and the warranty ran out Oh I don't know about thirty years ago"

Jensen laughs your car is something he teases you about all the time he just doesn't seem to appreciate your purple VW bug while you think it's cute and it was a graduation present from your dad when you finished college.

"Hey come on admit it you love my car if for no other reason that it was hysterical watching Jared try to get in and out of the backseat that time you two had a few too many at the bar and called me to come pick you up."

"Ok ok so the purple punchbuggy has it's uses but still should I even ask" he says raising an eyebrow "wether it was you or your dads idea to have the white flames painted on it?"

"I should blame it on dad but in truth they were on it when he bought it for me."

Jensen plops down on the sofa pulling you into his lap "So what else has you so bent out of shape this evening?"

"Nothing just don't mind me it's just a case of same of crap different day my mom called too."

"So what did your mom have to say?" he asked

"Nothing much wanted me to come home says she's worried about me dating you because she thinks you have to be really into the occult to want to be on a show like Supernatural."

"So she still thinks I'm the antichrist huh" says Jensen with smirk that makes you think maybe he can slip into the character of Dean just a little too easy.

"No just one of his minions" you say teasingly.

"Oh GREEAT" says Jensen with an exagerated sigh "that makes me fill oh so much better."

"Don't worry she'll come around eventually" you say before giving him a peck on the cheek "besides what really matters is do I like you and you already know that I do."

"I do" he says playfully as he twirls a lock of you hair between his fingers "cause I may need a bit more convincing" he says while arching an eyebrow and giving you that million watt smile of his.

"You're not playing fair" you say in a mock whine before adding "you are just way too cute and charming when you do that."

"What?" he asks fieghning ignorance.

"If you don't know go check out one of your fansites there are usually ten paragraph posts about what that smile does to most any girl with a pulse."

He blushes for a moment before regaining his composure.

"Hmm sounds like I'm just going to have to take advantage of it then" he says leaning in to kiss your lips soon you are laying beneath him thoroughly enjoying his kisses when his cell phone starts to ring.

"Damn it" he huffs backing off of you and pulling out his cell phone while muttering "Who am I going to have to murder cause I was so enjoying that."

He answers it with a grumpy "This had better be good" he pauses for a moment before looking rather shame faced an saying "Sorry Mom"

You can't surpress a giggle and Jensen shoots you a that's not funny look even though you can see the smile in his hazel eyes

"No no mom everything's alright it's just been a long day" he says rubbing at the 5 oclock shadow of stubble forming on his jaw.

"Yeah I'm taking care of myself and well I have the best girlfriend ever cause she keeps feeding me so you don't have to worry about me living off of take out."

You blush at his compliment you don't mind doing little things like that for him you enjoy these quiet evening the two of you spend together much more than being window dressing on his arm at the latest awards show or network party.

"Yeah we're getting along great" he says that big easy going smile gracing his lips as he sprawls out on your couch.

"No I'm over at her place we were supposed to go out but neither one of us really felt up to it so we're just going to hang around here maybe watch a few movies order a pizza that kinda thing." He says giving your hand a squeeze and winking suggestively at you.

"MOM!" he says suddenly embarrassment coloring his voice as his face flushes a bright shade of red

"No mom it's just not something we've really talked about yet" he tries to explain.

"Yes, I'm sure we would but we haven't really been going out that long" he says.

"Yes, I know I'm thirty" he says a hint of exasperation in his voice

"No mom she's only twenty six"

You find a throw pillow to bury your face in to stiffle a fit of giggles threatening to escape, and turn into a full blown laughing fit. Jensen's mom has made no secret of the fact that she wants Jensen to settle down and start giving her some grandbabies. You think it's was endearingly cute how embarrased Jensen gets but can't help but picture holding cherubic little babies with his hazel eyes.

Jensen's face is rapidly turning new a deeper shades of red and you give him a sympathetic look mouthing sounds like my mom.

Then Jensen hands the phone over to you you've spoken to his mom a few times before so the two of you chat for a minute or two before Jensen's mom says she has to go before she runs up the phone bill You hand the phone back to Jensen so that he and his mom can say their goodbyes and head into the kitchen trying to decide what to make for dinner.

Jensen follows you into the kitchen a few minutes later.

"So what sounds good" you ask?

"You" he says coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"I didn't realize I was on the menu" you tease.

"Oh but you are" he says his breath tickling your neck.

"Maybe for desert, but seriously Jensen what do you want to eat?" you say with a sigh before he kisses his way along your neck and shoulders his hand finding it's way to your breast kneading it gently as his other hand roams lower .

"Seriously I want to eat you" he says with a throaty groan between nibbles at your earlobe his breath and gravely voice making the nerves in your spine tingle while the hand that isn't cupping your breast is lifting the bottom of your dress. Wanna taste you all over he says slipping a finger inside your panties his finger rubbing slow circles over your clit you reach your arm back to wrap it around his neck and he gives you a searing kiss as he slides one of his long fingers inside you with his other hand.

Jensen slides one of the straps of you dress down and then the other nipping and kissing at your neck and collar bone before pulling his finger out you moan in protest but he kisses you again his hands kneading your breasts you almost purr when his thumbs rub over you nipples Jensen turns you around to face him before he lifts you up onto the kitchen table his mouth finding first one breast and then the other sucking gently before swirling his tongue around each nipple your not sure when or how he did it but you dress is somewhere on the other side of the kitchen realizing this you decide Jensen is way overdressed and begin to push his shirt up your hands loving the feel hard muscles and smooth skin you can feel his erection pressing against your stomach and your hands go to his belt loosening it Jensen moans his approval before pulling away he shucks off his jeans and boxers before slowly sliding off your panties the preditory look in his eyes and the rakish grin he gives you as he pushes your thighs apart makes quiver in anticipation when he lowers his head and plants soft kisses and gentle nips on the inside of your thighs before running his tongue along your slit your breath hitches when he finds your clit his tongue dancing over sensitive flesh you begin to shake as he slides first one finger and the another inside you stroking gently in time with the naughty things he's doing with his tongue you can feel the tension inside you little jolts of pleasure like electricity pooling in the pit of your stomach before it explodes leaving you shaking and breathless you barely have time to regain your senses when Jensen enters you and you are having fleeting and disjointed thoughts about what your future dinner guests would think if they ever found out about what you and Jensen are doing on the kitchen table but soon your brain refuses to process any rational thought as he begins to thurst wildly deep inside you You open your eyes and you feel that familiar tightness in your chest you love this man love him so much it hurts sometimes. When he meets your gaze with those sage green eyes of his as he bites his bottom lip his face a curious mix of pleasure and concentration you shiver. There's a fire in his eyes when he whispers "I love you" and you know he's not just saying it in the heat of the moment he really does mean it. You whisper "I love you" back as you pull him closer kissing him as you wrap your arms around him your hands dance over the tight muscles in his back tracing patterns along his spine then clutching onto his shoulders as your climax washes over you. Jensen follows you over the edge burrying his face in the hollow between you neck and shoulder, his last few thrusts becoming eractic before he buries himself deep as he comes. Jensen rests his forehead against yours as his ragged breathing becomes more even and his heartbeat slows back to normal "I love you" he whispers before picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

A series of one shots Dean, Sam and a OFC

Sat, 18 Oct 2008 00:14:32 GMT

I don't own anything so please don't sue

A series of oneshots about Sam, Dean and Selah's life together on the road together

"I'll be home for Christmas"

Dean often wondered how they had ended up like this he and Sam sharing the same woman all three of them thick as thieves loving together fighting together protecting each other but there was some strange kind of strength in their unusual arrangement.

Selah was a odd mix of the things both of them wanted in a woman she was as apple pie normal as anything Sam had ever wanted when he left for college and yet she accepted the hunter lifestyle and the existance of the supernatural with only a minimal freak out and then had decided she wanted to learn how to be a hunter It was funny she was so girly sometimes and yet when he had tried to teach her a few martial arts moves she had done a kick that had nearly taken his head off his shoulders and blushing afterwards had admited her grandfather had been in WWII and her dad had been in Nam and both had shown her a thing or two in case she was ever in a situation where she needed to defend herself she was her dad's only child although she wasn't an only child since her mother had remarried after her parents had divorced and she had a brother who was about two years younger than her. But at least to her father's side of the family she was the only child and grandchild and the family's little princess.

While her dad and grandfather had more often than not treated her like a tomboy taking her hunting and fishing and camping the the woods that had surrounded their rural home Her grandmother was the very picture of a southern lady of good breeding she sewed and cooked and kept the house spotless volunteered at her church and generally kept everything running with a practiced ease that weirded Dean out a little and of course she had passed these skills onto Selah.

Oh yeah did he mention they had met her family well yeah they had and surprisingly the Lind clan had accepted them it may have had a little something to do with them taking care of the disturbed spirits of an Indian Burial ground on their thirty two acre farm but somehow Jack, Cecil and Marion Lind had accepted the Winchester brothers Well Dean was fairly sure that they thought there was a little love triangle going on and let somethings slide because they thought Selah just hadn't been able to decide which brother to choose Selah had decided it was best to omit the fact that she had chosen both brothers and that the three of them were ok with their unconventional relationship

Dean still found it strange to have a place to go and people to be with on holidays but they had a standing invitation to spend Christmas and Thanksgiving at the Linds and whenever they had a hunt that brought them close they would swing by for a quick visit. Selah's mother however was a different story Dean didn't mind Laura really but Selah had such a strained relationship with her mother and it was hard for both Dean and Sam to understand at first they had both lost thier mom so young and her memory was something they both cherished so it was hard to imagine that some mothers wouldn't do anything for thier children and that was Selah's situation with her mother Laura had married a man that Dean would like to leave in a dark alley with a few of the things they hunted. Ricky McKinley was mean nasty drunk and he treated Selah's mother like shit he had beat her younger brother when he was a kid and had tried to molest Selah who had took off to her dad and grandparents house and had refused to come home. Selah hated her stepdad and whenever the two had to be around each other Selah was on edge and Ricky was being as crude and insulting as possible

Dean knew he was the hothead of the family and had been just a little surprised to see the set of Sam's jaw and the way he clinched and unclinched his fists the thirty minutes they had spent at Selah's mom's house last Christmas Eve it had all gone south when Ricky called Selah a little whore and implyed that he and Sam were pimping her out now Dean knew Sam had slow burn temper but when Sam did get angry Sam was alot scarier than he was Dean blamed it on the demon blood but the full wrath of Sam's temper had made scarier things than Ricky McKinley quake in thier boots to Sam's credit he had tried to warn Ricky told him to shut up and not to talk about Selah that way in that deadly calm voice with that look that let the world know that Sam was John Winchester's son and a pissed off Winchester was not someone you wanted to deal with but Ricky really wasn't the smartest of men on the rare occasion that he was sober and when drunk well he thought the booze made him ten foot tall and bullet proof he found out different though one punch and Ricky was spitting out teeth and Dean was dragging his not so little brother off the man and out the door Laura screaming that she was going to call the cops and Selah in tears begging Sam to stop cause Ricky wasn't worth it.

If anything Selah had sure made the holidays intersting when she came into thier lives. This year they wouldn't be making it to the Linds for Christmas Bobby had asked for their help with a hunt for a Wendigo in the Michagan back country and the four of them had gotten stranded at the cabin they had rented when a blizzard had dumped over foot of snow yesterday and the night before it was still snowing outside but luckily Selah had made Dean stop at a Wal-mart on the way up to the cabin she had maxed out one of the stollen credit cards buying Christmas stuff and last minute provisions since the weather reports had been calling for a storm when they drove up so here the four of them were stuck in the cabin he was stringing popcorn while Sam and Bobby where trying to put up the tree Selah had talked them into cutting this morning during a break in the storm it was pretty enough not the perfect tree but it had been close to the cabin and the right size so it would have to do Selah had grumbled a bit about why he had refused to just let them buy one at a roadside stand on the way up but there was no way he was going to risk his baby's paint job buy tying a tree to her roof so anyways here they were a cozy fir in the fireplace Sam and Bobby struggling with the tree and he and Selah making ornaments out the stuff she had bought he still had a couple bags of cranberries to string once the popcorn was done and Selah had made a paper chain with construction paper something he hadn't seen done since elementary school she was now rolling pine cones in glue and glitter and Dean had to smile at the juvenileness of her brand of domesticity but it was very relaxing and Dean had to admit he was enjoying himself it had nothing at all to do with the smell of the sugar cookies baking in the oven or the apple and pecan pies cooling on the kitchen counter nope nothing at all and despite what Sam might say it had nothing to do with the big turkey and ham thawing in the fridge in preparation for tomorrow meal but really it didn't no maybe Bobby was right and he'd had a few too many cups off the eggnogg she had made earlier but Dean really didn't care all he knew was the place smelt like heaven and he hadn't been this at home since well,... since when he was a kid before his mom died and for once Dean was going to let himself bask in the feeling of home.

Sam smiled to himself there sat Dean his big brother the hunter, the rebel, the no chick flick moments and white picket fences scare me Dean stringing popcorn and sipping eggnogg like he had just stepped out of some old tv sitcom's Christmas special. Sam just couldn't keep the grin off his face and ne noticed Bobby was smiling too Bobby genuinely loved Selah for what she had done for them Sam knew that his dad and Bobby had often fought over the way John had raised him and Dean Bobby always thought they should have been allowed a little bit more of a childhood and Bobby was glad to see that now they had someone in their lives who would force them to be normal every once and a while.

Sam knew his brother loved Selah and he was happy seeing Dean finally open up to someone even though he loved Selah just as much but had a harder time showing it the problem was Sam knew he could never give her the things that Dean could and with him she would always be in some sort of daner because he would always have this evil inside him there would always be some demon after him wanting to turn him or kill him and his time with Ruby had taught him that the darkness did call to him more persausively than most the thought of ever hurting Selah terrified him then there was something else a few months back the subject of starting a family had came up Dean had been open to the idea Yellow Eyes was gone so was Lilith and Ruby and most of the demons who had escaped the hellgate had been sent back by either hunters or Castiel and his fellow warrior angels it was safer now than it had ever been well safe if you didn't have demon blood coursing through your veins tainting you making you different "special" and Sam's personal favorite "dangerous". Sam knew he would always have this time bomb inside him and he just could not would not pass this burden on to anyone else he loved kids but if there were going to be any more Winchesters they'd have to come from Dean because Sam was not passing on the curse of having demon's blood to anyone especially his own child but there were times when he held Selah where there was nothing more in the world that he wanted than to settle down somewhere just him and her and Dean of course and live that life but then again he thought as he watched Dean fan his tongue after sneaking one of Selah's fresh from the oven cookies his brother was a big enough kid to keep him busy for a long time to come. Selah though catching Dean in the act just turned and planted a kiss on his cheek before heading back to the living room and her rolling pine cones in glitter and Sam just had to wonder if sharing a life and a family with these two wouldn't be worth the risk after all

Sam was just about to say something to mess with Dean when Selah started to sing softly to herself

I heard the bells on Christmas Day their old familiar carroll play and wild and sweet the words repeat of peace on earth goodwill to men But in dispair I bowed my head there is no peace on earth I said for hate is strong and mocks the song of peace on earth goodwill to men.

Sam always thought Selah had a pretty voice even when she was singing along to the junk Dean listens to but it seemed her voice was better suited to this kind of music and before he knew it he was humming along because well he didn't actually know the words but was surprised to hear Bobby start to sing and Bobby knew the words as well as she did he gave Bobby a WTF look and Bobby rolls his eyes before saying my momma played the piano at church when I was a kid every Christmas we would go carrolling and then Christmas Eve before her and my dad would send us kids off to bed we'd all gather round the piano and she'd play and we'd all sing Christmas carrols

How sweet Dean says with a smirk

Oh shut it ya idjet Bobby says before joining Selah's singing with a half decent barritone

Sam gives up at this point since he's fairly sure he does know at least part of the song

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep God is not dead nor doth he sleep the wrong shall fail the right prevail with peace on earth goodwill to men...

there at the end he was almost certain he heard Dean singing too and Sam decided maybe he'd just answered his own question and that just maybe a home and a family would be a good thing.

"The Thing's We Do For Love"

Dean likes his cassette tapes with all his favorite classic rock and hair metal bands on them Sam likes his newer more emo but less annoyingly earspilting music which he keeps on his IPod. Selah likes music too but her tastes run all over the place and both boys dread it when she hooks her IPod up to the Impala's stereo you never know what you're going to get it could be Mozart or it might be Weird Al can you imagine the thought processes of anyone who puts Ode to Joy next to Like a Surgeon on their playlist the next song is some country music song about a woman getting back at her cheating boyfriend by trashing his ride Dean cringes a little bit on that one but relaxes a little when the next song is Metalica's Enter Sandman and actually mutters Christo at Selah when he hears the opening strains of New Kids on the Block's The Right Stuff followed by comedian Steven Lynch singing about doing unatural things with a gerbil.

Sam know's Dean must really love Selah or else he would have stopped the madness already but then on the part about I've tried crowbars I've tried wires I almost had him with a pair of pliers the mental picture is just too funny for Dean and he starts laughing Sam joins in too cause well yeah it is funny sick but funny But the line Jesus I'm such a sucker please get out you furry motherf--ker Dean has to pull over so that he doesn't wreck he's laughing so hard. And even Dean has to admit that even if her taste in music is a bit strange it's still pretty cool.

"Shopping or as Dean would

call this chapter

Why Wal-mart is Evil"

Dean never knew it was so complicated he usually just threw everything in together with the cheapest laundry detergent he could find Selah however spends twenty minutes in Wal-mart sniffing the different brands and finally when he's about to ask her if she trying to get high she settles on some new product by Gain he think's they're ready to go but no she says they need some fabric softener bleach and dryer sheets so she spends another half hour sniffing fabric softener before she settles on the one with the damned snuggle bear that he never got around to hunting down on it that bear is so moving to the top of his must die list now. Dean is hungry damn it she was supposed to just be picking up something quick and simple to make for their dinner tonight since their hotel room has a small kitchen this time. He honestly thinks he's going to lose it when she starts sniffing the dryer sheets and so help him if she sniffs the bleach he's dropping her crazy ass off at the nearest rehab and he has to wonder if there is a 12 step program for laundry product sniffers. But no she doesn't sniff the bleach instead she moves to the pharmacy where she announces they're out of shampoo usually he and Sam just used the little bottles the hotel provided but for three peopl one of whom has nearly waist length hair he supposed there wasn't near enough in those tiny bottles so he really can't bitch well that is until she starts sniffing the shampoo he endures another twenty minutes of this all the time thinking his girl has some really weird addiction and asking himself why he puts up with her sometimes but then they're in the grocery ilse and she picks up steak, beer and M&M's and he remembers why he loves this woman so much.

Mon, 18 Jun 2007 13:16:04 GMT

Harry The Hunter
By
Gale_Winchester

Chapter 1

Harry Potter felt the bed shift beneath him"Ginny" he asked "Brian's crying I'm just going to go check on him" she mumbled tiredly "Okay" said Harry turning over to go back to sleep he had to be at work early in the morningGinny padded off down the hall to the hall towards Brian's nurseryHarry had almost dozed off when he heard the scream years of fighting for his life against Voldemort had left him with lightening fast reflexes and before he knew it Harry had grabbed his wand and was racing down the hall to his six month old son's nursery
The past nine years had been quiet, peaceful even after the defeat of Voldemort and his death-eaters but the survival instincts instilled in him during that time had never left him but they had by no means prepared him for what he saw. Ginny was missing and Brain was wailing in fear in his crib reaching down to pick up his son Harry noticed something drip from the ceiling it was blood looking up Harry found Ginny pinned to the ceiling her stomach slashed open Harry was about to attempt to pull her down when the she burst into flames across the room Harry saw a figure with glowing yellow eyes disappear into a cloud of black smoke looking up to see his wife completely consumed by the flames and realizing that he must save his son Harry grabbed the baby and in a blind panic apperated to his in-laws parlor.
Molly Weasley was heading to bed she had just finished a tiny jumper intended for a baby shower gift for Nymphadora Lupin as she was expecting her and Remus' third child in a few weeks when her son- in- law appeared with a crack nearly landing on her.
"Harry what in Merlin's name, She said as she took in Harry pallor and Brian's screaming what's happened where's Ginny"?
Harry eyes teared up Molly I... a fire.. she was cut and on the ceiling I.. I.. couldn't save her fire everywhere. Where's Ron and Hermione? I need to speak to Ron and Hermione.
Harry was making no sense but what little she could make out sent a dread through Molly's chest turning to look at the family clock she saw Ginny's hand move from mortal peril to fall off the clock signifying that her youngest child and only daughter was dead. A heart wrenching cry of pain left Molly's lips before she collapsed to the floor.
When Arthur Weasley raced down the stairs to see what the commotion was all about he found his son in law in a stupor mumbling about fire on the ceiling, Ginny and blood. And his wife passed out in the parlor floor it wasn't until after he fire called Ron and Hermione that he noticed the hand from the clock where it had clattered to the floor.

Three days later

They had just laid Ginny to rest and Harry was seething after losing so many loved ones he thought that he should be accustomed to the pain but nothing could be further from the truth something new and strange and downright unholy had taken his beloved Ginny from him. Even in the early hours after Ginny's death when the Ministry had decided that the fire had been the work of some dark wizard. Hermione had been researching looking for anything that fit the description of the thing Harry had seen in Brian's nursery.It was impossible that it had been a wizard, wizards don't disappear into a black cloud when they apparate.
Hermione's best theory at the moment was a demon had killed Ginny. But that still left the question of why and what was it doing in Brian's nursery so Hermione had sent owls to many of her Department of Mysteries contacts all over asking if anyone had ever heard of a demon with this particular M.O. so far nothing had turned up.Harry looked around the Weasley kitchen he had never seen to loud and very spirited family so solemn before even Fred and George couldn't find it in their hearts to try and lighten the mood. Harry vowed to himself that he would find the things that had killed his Ginny and make it pay he didn't know if it was even possible to kill a demon but hell this wouldn't be the first time that he had done the impossible. Doing the impossible was all in a days work for the famous Harry Potter.

Just then an owl fluttered through the window and landed in Hermione's lap offering her a letter opening it she began to smile.
What is it asked Ron a lead does someone know something about the thing that killed Ginny
Yes actually Hermione said still carefully studying the piece of parchment.
So what does it say asked Harry
It's from a psychic in America that sometimes helps the American version of the Ministry of Magic anyways it says she knows a family who were attacked twenty two years ago by the same demon and that they have been hunting it ever since says the father is starting to close in on the thing she's invited us to her house for a meeting says that the family should be arriving at her home any day now and that if we want to meet them we should come as soon as possible.
Well what are we waiting for then said Ron lets go find out what they know and take care of the bastard that did this.
No said Harry I'm going alone
What do you mean Harry I know Ginny was your wife but she was my sister and one of Hermione's best friends you can't expect us to sit here and do nothing.
I don't but the two of you are Brian's godparents and I can't take him with me when I go to fight this thing and if something were to happen to me I want to know that he's with the two people I trust most in this world. Besides you to can't just leave Maggie and Jason.
Mom can watch the kids Harry you need our help we've always been a team.
Yes but Ron your mom's in no shape to take care of a preschooler, a toddler and an infant she's barely holding it together at the moment no take care of your family and my son for me that is the best way you can help me right now.
Okay mate if you insist but you had better owl us everyday and come see Brian at least every week international portkeys may not be your favorite thing but the kid will need to see you now that Ginny's gone
And I will need to see him after all he's all I have left of Ginny with that Harry headed up the steps to check on his sleeping son before heading out to Diagon Alley to buy supplies for the trip.
Looking down into the cradle that Molly had dug out of the attic for Brian, Harry smiled the boy was so much like his mother he had gotten Ginny's ginger hair rubbing his finger across a chubby little cheek he felt tears prick at his eyes it was so unfair Ginny was such a good mother and while he had lost his mother at the tender age of one at least he'd had her that long Brian only had Ginny for six brief months. Harry had never wanted a life of loss for his son he had wanted him to have everything he had missed out on growing up. Brian open his hazel eyes to look at his father Harry was still taken by those eyes not the brillant green that he and his mother shared and not the chocolate brown of Ginny's but a interesting mix of the two and while Remus had thought it sad that Brian didn't have his father and grandmother's eyes Harry thought his son had beautiful eyes. But at the moment those eyes were sad Harry knew his son didn't understand where mummy had went and that she wasn't coming back but that did nothing to keep the baby from crying for her. Brian had been nearly inconsolable the past three days he wanted his mum and nobody else would do.
Seeing the poor tyke awake Harry picked him up and began rocking him humming some silly Wierd Sister's song Tonks had gotten stuck in his head the other week at work he knew it was a lousy excuse for a lullabye but at the moment he really couldn't bring himself to sing the one Ginny had always used. After a time Brians eyes got heavy again and Harry kissed his son's little button nose and smoothed his downy hair before laying him back in the cradle and apparating to Diagon Alley.
Three hours later Harry had everything in order a new trunk for traveling a new wardrobe since he had lost everything in the fire, a magical tent just in case his quest took him somewhere remote, a complete medical kit stocked with every healing potion he could legally buy, parchment for writing and an asundry of other items he may or may not need. Harry had also got another bit of business taken care of making out a new will leaving everything to his son and his son in the care of Ron and Hermione he had also set up a trust fund for his son so that Ron and Hermione wouldn't be financially burdened by caring for Brian. With everything he could think of taken care of Harry headed to the Minitry's international portkey office and in no time at all found himself spinning at a dizzing speed across the Atlantic.
Harry landed in Washington DC at the United States Department of Magic's international travel offices and after clearing customs and headed over to the office of interstate portkeys a took the first avialable portkey to Lawrence Kansas.

The Home of Missouri Mosely

Missouri wasn't at all surprised to find the most famous wizard alive on her doorstep she had known when she sent the owl that Harry Potter would come she only hoped that he would be able to help the Winchesters in their hunt for the demon that had destroyed their family.
Letting him in she noticed the dark circles underneath his emerald green eyes and that his notoriously messy hair looked as if he had just stepped out of a windtunnel of course that was probably pretty close to the truth of the matter when one travelled by portkey.
"Harry Potter" she said with a smile "Come on in and sit down the Winchesters should be here in a hour or so."
Harry smiled hoping that this psychic was nothing like Professor Trelawney had been
"Harry Potter I am nether a fruad nor a fake and you son will live a long and rather eventfull life now quit comparing me to your divination professor."
"How did you ah..."
"I'm a psychic" she stated flatly.
"Did you just use Ligilimency on me?"
"No child I told you I'm psychic I can read mind and your's is practically screaming right now."
Harry brought up his occlumency shields not really wanting this strange lady inside his head even though he didn't believe she was dangerous.
Thank you she said smiling it nice to just have ones own thoughts to listen to for a moment.
Harry smiled he liked this lady already.
"Now let me see" she said "I'm not much for tea myself but I do keep some around just in case would you like a cup dear you look like you could use a pick me up?"
Harry nodded and followed her into the kitchen sitting down a the kitchen table when Missouri gestured at a chair.
"So asked Harry how do you know the Winchesters?"
"Sam and Dean I haven't seen since they were small but John asked for my help shortly after his wife passed poor man had a terrible time wrapping his head around what he had seen that night by the time he came to me he thought he was going crazy. Anyways I went over to the houseand the things I saw I knew true evil had touched that family and it hunts them to this day Harry you must protect your son at all costs this demon chose him because of his powers."
"Great" said Harry "What is it with the Potter family first Voldemort decided that I was his equal now a bloody demon is drawn to my son why he asked can you tell me that"?
"Well Harry" she said as she sat a steaming cup of tea in front of him "You already know part of the reason you just need to research it more look into your families roots the answer lies there."
"What do you mean", asked Harry never being one who enjoyed cryptic answers.
"Just that Dumbledore as much as told you your family decended from Godric Gryffindor but who do you suppose Gryffindor decended from that would be a very benificial line of inquiry you might want to have your friend Hermione look into for you since she is particularly diligent when it comes to research."
Harry had just taken a sip of his tea when there was a knock at the door well that would be Sam and Dean she said excusing herself so that she could answer the door.
Harry took another sip of tea hoping to settle his nerves this had to go well he had to protect Brian. Moments later Missouri returned followed by two men who Harry guessed to be about his age One was tall and lanky and reminded Harry of Ron the other was around Harry's hight and Harry could see in his eyes that he had dealt with some serious shit in his life he had the look of a battled hardened soldier. Harry noticed that they were both sizing him up for any potential threats so finding his voice Harry said "'Ello"
Missouri noticing the tension said Sam, Dean this is Harry Potter and he wishes to speak with the both of you
"Why" asked Dean?
Missouri started to answer but then Harry spoke "Three days ago something killed my wife it pinned her to the ceiling of our son Brians nursery slashed her stomach open and then she just burst into flames. I had my friend Hermione contact anyone she thought might know what did this this morning Hermione recieved a letter from Missouri telling me that she knew of another family this had happened too so I came hoping to find answers and to offer my help in killing the thing that killed my Ginny."
Both Winchesters looked stunned for a moment before Dean asked so your friend how did she know where to research.
"Oh well Hermione is rather tenacious when it comes to research I would probably be dead multiple times over if it weren't for her".
"Are you a hunter", Sam asked.
"Um nonot exactly" said Harry "You see well um how do I explain this I could get into trouble for telling you this but then again I need answers and well after all you've seen hunting what I'm about to tell shouldn't come as much of a surprise the truth is I'm a wizard so are my friends and most of my family".
"Your a wizard as in Merlin" said Dean scoffingly.
"Yes I'm a wizard magic is real there are hidden magical communities all over the world".
"Ok then do some magic" said Dean as his hand slowly went to the gun he kept tucked into the waistband of his jeans.
Harry flicked his wrist and his wand appeared from where he had hidden it up his sleeve.
"Well I guess that gives nothing up my sleeve a whole new meaning" said Dean with a smirk.
Harry just smiled and said "Wingardium Leviosa" and pointed at a iron skillet on the stove it so floated a few feet in the air before Harry lowered it back onto the stove
Dean had the gun out pointed at Harry an instant later
"Accio gun" said Harry and the gun flew into Harry hand. "Now before someone gets hurt I'm a good wizard most wizards and witches are good it's just unfortunate that, because of our laws of secrecy the only witches and wizards most muggles ever met are the dark ones but those are the rare ones and the rest of us do not condone their actions". "So please try not to judge me before you hear my whole story I believe if you will let me we can help each other".
"Ok then. said Dean we're listening".

Well there's chapter one so read and review and tell me what you think.

I don't own Harry Potter he belongs to JK Rowling and I don't own Sam and Dean Winchester (although I would love to borrow them for a few hours) they belong to Eric Kripke and the CW network. No money is being made off this fic and it's purely for my entertainment.

How Do We Get Out of Here

Fri, 15 Jun 2007 17:56:50 GMT

How Do We Get Oughta Here
by
Gale_Winchester

Hermione had only thought the dreams were her subconscious trying to eal with memories from the war and the creepy man with the yellow eyes was just a representation of Voldemort. The headaches were just stress her new job at the Ministry fighting for the rights of magical creatures such house elves and werewolves was hard since change came slowly in the wizarding world. I t was probably the the developement of her ability to read minds that had caused the break-up of her rocky relationship with Ron they were wonderful as friends but as lover they just wanted different things and sfter the war and his newfound fame as a war hero Ron had changed he found it rather hard to be faithful to Hermione when so many bautiful young witches were flirting with him shamelessly anywhere he went. The mind reading was how Hermione had found out that he had been cheating while away playing Keeper for the Chudley Cannons she had ended the relationship shortly after that and after nearly new years they were finally back to the place they had been back in Hogwarts before they had decided to start dating.

While fame had changed Ron for the worse Harry whose fame had only grown after he finally killed of Voldemort for good had changed for the better. Harry was more self assured now and finally content with his life he had married Ginny and shocked the wizarding world when he had announced he was going into the healer training program at St. Mungo's it seemed that after the war and all the lives that he had been forced to take to save the wizarding world all Harry wanted to do now was save lives. Hermione figured it only made sense Harry had always had a saving people thing and this way he didn't have to put his own life on the line to do that.

So with all the craziness of the past two years Hermione was't all that shocked when she woke up in what appeared to be a ghost town she didn't have a clue where she was or how she had gotten there she had pulled out her wand and was searching around when she bumped into Andy he was clearly freaking out and old instincts from the war kicked in and she decided he was harmless so she took him under her wing he had been following her for about five minutes when he finally asked.

"Um what's with the stick?"

Oh great he was a muggle.

Well after the events of the day she figured finding out magic is real wouldn't be that big of a shock.

"It's a wand you see I'm a witch."

"You're a what, Andy had asked "Did you bring us here?"

"Unfortunatly no I haven't a clue as to how I got here I was getting ready for work and the I just woke up here I'm as lost as you are."

They had just rounded a corner when a young man caring a stick almost knocked Andy's head off they all stood there stunned for a moment before the man asked.

"Andy what are you doing here?"

"Sam", Andy asked "how.. where's Dean?"

"I don't know I don't even know how I got here or if Dean is even alright.

"You know each other?" Hermione asked.

"Um yeah we meet a few months back." said Andy.

"So who are you/" Sam asked Hermione.

"Hermione Granger", she said "and you are"?

"Sam Winchester", he answered "and um what's up with the stick"?

"I'm a witch she" said matter of factly.

"You're a witch?" asked Sam.

"Um yeah but before you asked I haven't a clue how we got here."

"So um you have powers too?" he asked.

"Um yeah I always have but I didn't start training to use them until I was eleven then about two years ago out of the blue i started having headaches and then I could hear peoples thoughts it's kinda a pain in the butt really becaus4e there are just some thing's I don't wanna know."

"So then you're one of us?" asked Sam.

"What do you mean?"

"You're one of the psychic children."

"The what?" she asked.

"We all have um powers" said Sam "I have visions Andy here has this whole Obi Wan Jedi mind trick thing going
and well you see there's this demon that wants to use us well our powers."

"Oh no... no no no... not again!" mumbled Hermione.

"What?" asked Sam.

"Look I've already dealt with one evil villian and that's enough for one lifetime alright I want nothing to do with this, ok So where are we and how do we get out of here?"

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Ok so I wrote Hermione into the first few scenes of All Hell Breaks Loose part 1 This is just a sample of what I might decide to continue and well it is complete enough for the challenge over on Hp/Spn anyways if you like this please let me know and I will go ahead and turn it into a chaptered fic it will most likely be a Hermione Granger/Sam Winchester pairing.