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Gabriel watched the Winchesters leave the warehouse with a frown as he waited for the last of the holy fire to go out. Fine. They wanted another way out of it, they could find one. He was damned if he was gonna do all the work for them. He considered the matter for a moment and then smirked and snapped his fingers.
Sam and Dean were driving down the road one moment and the next they were standing in some sort of entrance hall with a bunch of kids. It only took a moment of looking around before they realized that they were kids too and groaned. “Gabriel you think?” Sam asked annoyed.
“Nah really?” Dean asked incredulously.
“Come on Gabriel! This isn’t funny anymore!” Sam shouted getting strange looks from the other kids.
Suddenly everything around them froze. Gabriel realized that he would need to tell them what they were there for if they were going to get anything out of it. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” he said with a flourish as he appeared from thin air.
“I thought we were done with this bullshit,” Dean asked heatedly.
“I’m done trying to get you to say yes. You want another way out. Find it. We’re in the best school of magic in any world.”
“Why don’t you just tell us what you want us to do?” Sam asked wearily.
“Because I have no clue. As far as I’m aware it can’t be stopped. That’s why you’re here. To learn all aspects of magic and the supernatural world to find a way.”
“So we don’t get out until we find a way to stop the apocalypse?” Sam asked disbelievingly.
“Nope. You don’t get out until you graduate. The rest is up to you,” Gabriel said with a smirk.
“We can’t just stay here for seven years while Lucifer reeks havoc on the world!” Dean exclaimed.
“Oh Deano. Are you forgetting how mighty and powerful I am? Already?” He chuckled. “No time will pass in the outside world. Get your education, become better hunters and maybe even find a way to stop the apocalypse, and then you go right back to the same moment you left. Study hard boys. Grades matter,” he laughed as he disappeared.
“Damnit!” Dean cursed loudly just as the action started back up around him.
“Language, Mr. Winchester!” he heard a stern voice behind him and turned around to see none other than Minerva McGonagal and even he couldn’t help but be cowed by the look on her face.
“You don’t understand. We’re not supposed to be here,” he tried to reason with her.
“Nonsense. You’re just nervous. It happens. You’ll be sorted into your house just like everyone else,” she said slightly more comforting. “However, if I hear language like that from you again it will be ten points from your house.”
“Just play along for now, Dean,” Sam whispered as he elbowed his brother.
“Yes ma’am,” he said trying to look contrite before shooting a glare at his brother.
Sam looked around in awe. Even though they were trapped here, he couldn’t help but think he might just have fun as they were led into the great hall. Sam gaped at the ceiling just as much as the rest of them, but didn’t fail to notice that even Dean seemed mildly impressed, despite the fact that he was still sulking.
Despite being very much a Harry Potter nerd, he was distracted enough not to notice who all was being sorted with them until he heard, “Granger, Hermione.” His head snapped up. Were they really going to be here at the same time as Harry Potter? He wondered if Gabriel would have all the same stuff happen as in the books. That would be interesting. He and Dean would have to plan things out. If they could get their hands on the philosopher’s stone that would be awesome. It would be just like Gabriel to change the traps around and make it harder on them though. Unless he wanted them to get it for some reason. Before he was able to think himself in circles too much, he was again distracted by the call of, “Potter, Harry.”
“Dude, please tell me we aren’t going to play out the books,” Dean whispered annoyed.
“I don’t know. Shh. McGonagal is glaring again,” Sam whispered back.
It felt like forever before she called, “Weasley, Ronald,” followed by, “Winchester, Dean.”
Sam shoved his brother forward, getting another glare as he sat petulantly on the stool and the sorting hat settled over his head. It only took a moment for the hat to yell out, “Gryffindor!” and Dean stomped over to the Gryffindor table and took a seat on the very end.
Finally, it was Sam’s turn. As soon as the hat was in place, Sam spoke in his head, ‘Put me in Gryffindor with my brother please?’
‘Whose job is it to sort students, mine or yours?’ it said rather disgruntled. ‘No no no. Gryffindor isn’t for you. You and your brother are far too codependent. A little separation would do you both good.’
‘Oh come on. Please?’ Sam begged. How was he supposed to plan things out with Dean if they were in different houses?
‘Hmm, let me think. No. Besides, while you are plenty brave, you don’t have the heart of a true Gryffindor. No. Better be… “Ravenclaw!” The hat yelled to the hall. Sam sagged sadly and got up and headed to the Ravenclaw table, sitting across the aisle from Dean so at least they could talk to each other, even if it would have to be loudly.
Dean finally perked up when the food arrived and Sam snorted in amusement. If there was one thing that could be counted on it was Dean’s love for food. He wondered what he would do when he realized that there weren’t any cheeseburgers or pizza here. If they couldn’t find a way out, maybe he could talk Gabriel into resolving that issue. It couldn’t be hard to make a few changes here and there. In fact, if Gabriel wanted them to learn about real magic there would have to be a lot of changes anyway. What was a few more small ones.
He and Dean managed to arrange to meet up after breakfast the next morning and find someplace private to talk before they were all shuffled off to their dorms. Sam introduced himself to his roommates, Terry Boot, Michael Corner, Steven Cornfoot, and Anthony Goldstein, and was glad to see that he had a trunk at the end of his bed with his initials. At least Gabriel was kind enough to give them what they would need. He so envied his brother right now though, getting to room with Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Neville Longbottom. Then he remembered about Ron’s snoring and chuckled. Maybe he didn’t envy his brother that much.
Gabriel sighed with delight as he lay down on his plush bed in the Slytherin dorm. He, of course, had no intention of actually doing any work or studying here. He could just snap his fingers and get everything done. He was mostly just here for the fun. And watching the Winchesters try to bumble through and their no doubt pitiful attempts to escape this world. He knew that the only house he could have possibly fit into is Slytherin. He wasn’t particularly brave, and while he was smarter than any human in existence, including everyone in this school, even Dumbledore, he would never fit in with the geeks in Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff wasn’t even a possibility. He didn’t have a loyal bone in his body, but he was definitely sneaky and cunning.
He knew that Sam knew the books and movies though, so an extra student that was never mentioned would make him suspicious, so he had to take the place of a student that existed in this world, and as far as Slytherin boys there weren’t many good possibilities. Draco Malfoy was just no. Way too poncy and his personality was basically the opposite of Gabriel. Crabbe and Goyle were also not an option, which left him with Blaise Zabini or Theodore Nott. He would like the chance to get close to Sam and Dean, to keep an eye on them if nothing else, so he didn’t think a Death Eater’s son would be the best route, so he picked Blaise Zabini. It had the added benefit of the fact that he was mentioned about as much as a piece of furniture so there would be no personality discrepancies to make the boys suspicious. This was gonna be fun.