Hell's Half Acre (hells_half_acre) wrote,
Hell's Half Acre

Fic: Vile Violent Vacations 23/30 (SPN/HP) PG-13, Gen

Title: Vile Violent Vacations 23/30
Author: hells_half_acre 
Fandoms: Harry Potter, Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Genre: Gen
Warnings: Spoilers for all Harry Potter books, spoilers for Supernatural until 5x10.
Disclaimer:  This is a transformative work of fiction for entertainment purposes only.
AN: Sequel to Damned Demented Demons and Bobby and Hermione - An Epistolary Fic . Updates every Wednesday (PST).

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Summary: In which Malfoy meets an angel and Castiel meets an owl.

The next morning was strange, to say the least. Sam woke up after Dean had already left the room, which wasn’t too unusual these days. Sam showered and went downstairs. The house seemed oddly quiet. All week, Sam had always been able to tell if the kids were awake, because either James or Albus or both would be chatting away, or Lily would be crying or squealing, and usually Harry and Ginny’s voices would be pitched at a level that could be heard over the children. This morning though, things seemed very quiet.

Sam entered the kitchen to find that everyone was indeed awake. Also, Castiel was back from his assignment – and, well, that seemed to make all the difference. Castiel was sitting in the same chair he had claimed for himself the night before. Albus and James both sat at the table, absentmindedly eating their eggs and sausage while they stared at Castiel. Lily sat in her highchair at the end of the table, a plate of scrambled eggs in front of her, and all her attention focused on Castiel. Castiel just stared right back at the kids.

Sam laughed under his breath, it had to be perhaps the strangest staring contest he had ever seen. He felt like he should warn the kids that they could never win. Dean looked over at Sam from where he sat next to Cas at the table and rolled his eyes. Sam shrugged, and pulled out the chair across from them. Harry was sitting next to Lily, making sure some food got in her mouth instead of just down her front, and Ginny stood in the kitchen, preparing some plates of food.

“Good morning, Sam,” Ginny called. “I’m just making up your plate.”

“Morning,” Sam said.

Ginny walked over and placed a breakfast plate in front of Sam, and then she glanced over at Castiel.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything,” Ginny said. “It wouldn’t be any trouble-"

“No, thank you,” Castiel said.

“Not even tea or coffee?” Ginny pressed.

“No,” Castiel said.

“You’re so awkward, Cas,” Dean said. “A coffee won’t kill you. Ginny’s trying to be hospitable, here.”

Sam watched as Cas looked at Dean, tilted his head in that weird way, and then turned back to Ginny.

“A coffee would be very nice, thank you,” Castiel said.

Ginny seemed surprised, but recovered quickly. She put the second plate down at her own place at the table, and then turned back to the kitchen. Sam watched in fascination as she drew her wand and waved in the direction of the coffee pot, which then rose by itself and began to pour coffee into some waiting mugs.

“Gin,” Harry said, but Ginny was already waving her wand differently and the now full mugs were floating across the room and settling themselves down in front of Castiel, Sam, and Ginny. Sam looked to see that Harry and Dean already had a mug of coffee in front of them.

“Cream and sugar?” Ginny asked, already floating the creamer and the sugar dish over towards Sam.

“I don’t know,” Castiel said, peering into his mug and then looking over at Dean.

“Take a sip,” Dean instructed. Castiel did, and then raised an eyebrow. “And - how do you like it?”

“It is...quite disgusting,” Castiel said. Dean laughed, Ginny looked a little mortified.

“Sam, maybe you should mix it for him,” Dean said, and took Castiel’s cup from him and passed it across the table. Sam nodded and thought back to when he had first started drinking coffee, and mixed Cas’ coffee the same way, before he passed it back over.

“Try it now,” Sam said, surprised that his voice was still a little rough from sleep.

Castiel glanced at Sam and then took another sip.

“And?” Dean said. “How is it now?”

“Better,” Castiel said, Sam wasn’t sure if the surprise in his voice was Sam’s imagination or not.

“Good,” Dean said. “Maybe someday you’ll be a real boy, Pinocchio.”

“I don’t understand,” Castiel said.

“Of course you don’t,” Dean replied. “Drink your coffee.”

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, and turned his attention back to Harry and Ginny, where were both looking at Dean and Castiel as if they were aliens. Sam knew it was just because the two wizards weren’t used to having an angel around, and apparently the kids still didn’t quite know what to make of him. All in all, it was a rather awkward breakfast.

“So, what’s the plan today?” Sam asked Harry, for lack of any other ideas about how to break the silence.

“Uh, I have to go to Azkaban – it’s the wizard prison,” Harry said. “Ron and I are questioning the incarcerated Death Eaters to see if they know anything about what’s going on.”

“Cas removed all the runes from the houses last night,” Dean added. “So, after breakfast we’re driving back out to Malfoy’s, so Cas can take care of the death echo.”

“Does Malfoy know you’re coming?” Harry asked.

“Uh, no,” Dean said, suddenly frowning. “I didn’t think of that...the dude has a job, right? I guess he’s probably working, huh.”

Harry stood and threw open the kitchen window, letting the cold air into the room. He whistled, and moments later a very small brown owl landed silently on the window ledge. Harry closed the window behind the owl, and then picked up a piece of paper, an envelope, and a feathered pen from the stand next to the open window.

“I’ll write him a note. Fin will take it to him, and wait for his response,” Harry explained. “You can wait until you hear back before you leave, that way you aren’t showing up unexpectedly.”

“Thanks,” Dean said.

“If he’s already at the ministry, than Fin will probably be back within the hour. If he’s at home, you might have to wait longer,” Harry explained. He folded the note he had just written and stuffed it into the envelope.

“Muffin!” James yelled, and Sam watched as Harry blushed, and the owl bobbed its head excitedly.

“Fin...Muffin?” Dean laughed. “The owl is named Muffin?”

“I...” Harry said, “James named him.”

Muffin made a squawking noise and then spread his wings and flew over to land on James head. James and Albus both let out delighted laughs, and then Albus started patting his own head and saying “Me too, Muffin! Me too!” and Muffin flew over to land on Albus’ head, causing the boys to laugh more. Lily put an egg covered hand in her own hair in an attempt to get Muffin to land on her next.

“Lily!” Harry said exasperated. “Ugh, now you’ve got egg all over...”

Muffin flew over and perched on the back of Lily’s chair, instead of her wildly swinging head, and Lily let out some delighted baby noises.

“This is why Muffin lives in his very own owl house outside,” Ginny sighed. “He’s always riling up the children"

Sam watched as Muffin’s big eyes turned away from the laughing kids, and over towards Dean – who was...patting Castiel’s head.

Ginny and Harry both seemed to pause what they were doing and look with wide eyes between the owl and Castiel, who was furrowing his brow indignantly at Dean. Then Muffin launched himself into the air and settled on Castiel’s head. Dean broke into laughter, the children were laughing too, and Sam couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escaped him. He quickly bit his lip and tried to wipe the smile off his face as Castiel turned to glare at him...with the owl still on his head.

“Dean,” Sam said, trying to sound reprimanding. Sam stood and leaned over the table, reaching out his hand to the bird. Muffin looked at him, then made the short hop over to perch on Sam’s thumb. Surprisingly, the owl seemed to have found a way to perch on people without having to dig its claws into the skin. Sam slowly pulled his hand back and started walking the bird back over to Harry. Before he turned though, he couldn’t help but catch the small smile on Castiel’s face, as Dean and Harry’s kids continued to laugh.

“Um, thanks Sam,” Harry said, as Sam placed Muffin back on the little perch by the window.

Sam watched as Harry fastened the envelope to the owl’s leg, allowing Muffin to grasp it in his talons as well. Harry opened the window again, and the bird bobbed its head and flew off into the cold January morning.

The kitchen was now as loud as it usually was. James and Albus were happily recounting what had happened only two seconds before, as though no one had seen it but them, and Lily was fussily trying to prevent Ginny from getting the egg out of her hair. Dean was nodding along to Albus and James, as if this was the first time he had heard that there had been an owl on Castiel’s head...and Castiel was drinking his coffee like nothing had happened.

Sam smiled, and looked down at Harry.

“At least the owl broke the ice,” Sam said.

“I really can’t decide if I should be horrified or amused,” Harry said. He nodded towards Castiel. “He kind of makes me nervous.”

“Yeah, he used to make me nervous too,” Sam said.

“He doesn’t now?” Harry asked softly. Sam looked over to see Castiel take a sip of coffee and then stare at the mug as though it were some sort of encrypted message from God.

“No, not when I realized he was just as lost as the rest of us,” Sam said.


Dean and Sam said goodbye to Harry when he left for work. Ginny disappeared briefly with Albus and James, to take them to play group. She left Lily playing with toys in the living room and all Sam and Dean had to do was sit there and make sure she didn’t swallow anything. Castiel seemed to take the charge of looking after Lily a little too seriously, and basically just stared at the poor kid for ten minutes without even seeming to blink. Lily was a trooper about it though, and Dean had lost track of the number of times both toddler and angel had tilted their heads quizzically at each other in the exact same moment.

Ginny arrived back just as Dean was starting to fear that Cas’ eyes were going to dry up and fall out of his head. She swept Lily upstairs to play in the study while Ginny wrote an article about the latest draft picks. Ginny dropped a scrap book into Dean’s lap before she left. On the cover was a trading card of a slightly younger version of Ginny, sitting on a broom with the wind flowing through her hair, clutching a small ball, and smiling brightly.

“What’s that?” Sam asked, sitting down on the couch next to Dean. Dean didn’t bother answering, because as soon as he opened the pages, it was quite obvious that it was the photographic and journalistic record of Ginny’s professional sports career.

The headlines were mostly sensationalist: Ginny Weasley – War Veteran and Quidditch Star; Ginny Weasley to Wed Harry Potter: Will She Continue Playing; Ginny Potter leads league in goals; Ginny Potter Announces Retirement from Quidditch. There were moving pictures with the articles: shots of Harry cheering from a box seat, and Ginny and Harry kissing in the crowd after a win. There was an official engagement press release with a picture of the smiling couple. Between the articles were pictures that were obviously taken by Harry during games, some where you really had to know Ginny’s number in order to pick her out of the confusion of players...even with her distinctive red hair.

The very last page of the book there were two articles. One was a birth announcement for James Sirius Potter. The other was the first article Ginny wrote for the newspaper as their sports reporter. Dean sat and read both through completely.

“The owl has returned,” Castiel announced in the quiet of the room. Dean looked up to see the owl at the living room window. As soon as he looked at it, it flew away from the window and disappeared around the side of the house.

“I think it only comes in the kitchen,” Sam said, and he stood and made his way out of the living room. Dean carefully closed the scrap book and placed it on the coffee table, then followed Sam. He got to the kitchen just as Sam had begun to untie the letter from the owl’s foot.

“Thanks...uh, Muffin,” Sam said.

“Give him some treats,” Dean told Sam, and Sam passed him the letter and opened the owl treat jar – which caused the owl’s head to bob up and down excitedly.

Dean and Sam Winchester
Harry Potter’s Residence
London, England

Dear Dean and Sam,

I will be home at noon to meet you.


“What time is it?” Dean asked.

“Ten?” Sam said, cringing as Muffin missed a treat in Sam’s hand and pecked him instead.

“Shit, we gotta hit the road,” Dean said. “Cas, go tell Ginny we’re leaving and then meet us by the car.”

A flutter of wings and Castiel was gone. The owl looked a little spooked.


Ginny was trying to decide if she wanted to use the word ‘accomplished’ or ‘seasoned’ when there was an odd noise. She looked up from her parchment to find Castiel standing directly in front of the desk.

“Merlin’s beard!” Ginny said, clutching a hand to her chest.

“We are departing for Draco Malfoy’s residence now,” Castiel said.

“What? Ok, yes, great,” Ginny sputtered. “Thanks for letting me know.”

Castiel nodded and Ginny closed her eyes briefly to try to calm down. When she opened them, he was gone.

Ginny looked across the room to Lily’s playpen, where Lily stood looking at the empty spot in front of Ginny’s desk with wide eyes.

“Don’t worry angel,” Ginny said. “It’s just...an angel.”

Ginny shook her head. She had thought, perhaps foolishly, that the years of Harry attracting odd people and creatures would have ended with the war; but no, Ginny had stumbled downstairs this morning to make coffee and found an angel sitting ramrod straight in one of her kitchen chairs – picking small pieces of stone out from under his fingernails. He looked kind and he was a friend of the Winchesters, but he was a pretty poor conversationalist.

Downstairs Ginny heard the front door shut, a moment later three car doors slammed and a very distinctive engine roared to life.

“Looks like it’s just you and me now, Lily,” Ginny said. “What do you think, ‘accomplished’? or ‘seasoned’?”

“Sa!” Lily said.

“’Seasoned’ it is,” Ginny replied.


“You alright back there, Cas?”


“You ever been to England before, Cas?”


“We haven’t”

“I know”

“How about some music?”

“I don’t care”

“You aren’t really a road-trip kind of guy, are you, Cas?”

“I have wings”

“Fair enough”


Draco had been standing outside his front gates for ten minutes already when he spotted the black car approaching. It contrasted starkly with the layer of light snow that had fallen that morning. Draco watched as Dean pulled the car off the road – still not driving it through the wrought iron gate, but instead parking it where he had the other night. Dean smiled at him from behind the steering wheel. Sam was already opening his door – and that’s when Draco noticed that there was someone in the backseat.

“I thought you said you’d take care of it yourself,” Draco said to Dean, as soon as Dean had exited the car. Dean raised an eyebrow and looked over at Sam. Draco looked to Sam, and discovered that the man in the backseat was now standing outside the car. Draco didn’t remember hearing a car door open or close.

“This is a friend of ours,” Dean said. “Cas, this is Drake-“

“I know,” the man, Cas, said without emotion.

“-Drake, this is Cas,” Dean finished.

Draco studied the man in front of him – he wore a muggle suit and trench coat, his tie loose and crooked – which wasn’t that unordinary for wizards, as they tended not to know how to wear muggle clothing. Yet, Draco had a feeling this wasn’t a wizard – another American Hunter, perhaps.

“What’s your real name?” Draco asked him. The man turned his attention to Draco, and tilted his head, then smiled just a little bit.

“Castiel,” he said. “And your name is Draco Malfoy. I see you’ve grown accustomed to Dean’s habit of...nicknames.”
Draco saw Dean roll his eyes, and Sam smirk.

“Nice to meet you, Castiel,” Draco said.

“And you,” Castiel said. “May I now destroy the engraving?”

“Yeah, man, go at it,” Dean said, waving his friend off. Draco watched as Castiel’s intense focus shifted to the stone wall over Draco’s shoulder. Draco moved to the side as Castiel strode purposefully towards where the runes were etched. Yet, Castiel had no tools, nor a wand, so Draco was a little confused as to how he was going to get rid of the runes...until Castiel simply reached up and scratched the runes out with his bare fingers – as though the stone wall were made of bread pudding.

“What is he?” Draco asked.

“Don’t freak out,” Sam said. Draco thought that perhaps Sam’s statement was having the opposite effect than what he had intended.

“Cas is an angel,” Dean said. Draco briefly considered the possibility that Dean’s remark was meant in the same vein as Sam’s – that Draco shouldn’t be afraid of Cas, because he was kind and harmless. Then Cas turned away from the wall, and flicked a piece of stone out from under one of his fingernails, and said,

“Shall I now put the death echo to rest?”

And Draco could only nod dumbly as he realised that Dean was not using metaphors.


Sam watched as Draco seemed to go into some sort of strange shock. Sam shrugged at Dean and nodded to Castiel for them to start walking towards the house. After a few seconds of walking, Draco seemed to have found his voice again, and the questions Sam had been expecting finally came.

“What were those engravings?” Draco said. “What did they do?”

“They’re demonic,” Dean said.

“They are a curse,” Castiel elaborated. “To stir into unrest any spirits that are associated with the property”

“But, there’s only Professor Burbage-" Draco started to say, but cut himself off when Sam glanced over at him. Sam cleared his throat.

“Also, it doesn’t explain why everyone else was attacked by violent muggle ghosts, and Draco’s house has a death echo of a wizard,” Sam added, “Everything I’ve read seems to indicate that wizard death echoes shouldn’t exist.”

“Which is precisely why this case is so unique,” Castiel answered. “The engravings work best on, as you say, Muggle spirits. It is not necessarily meant to be used on wizards. No Muggles have died on this property though – and so, it should have had no effect, however, the curse must have had a powerful intent behind it, because it was able to drag Charity Burbage’s spirit from rest. Due to the unnaturalness of this accomplishment, however, Charity Burbage only manifested as a death echo, rather than the intended violent spirit.”

“So, we’re looking at a curse gone wrong?” Dean said. “Whoever put it there, actually messed up in this case?”

“Yes,” Castiel said, just as the broad doors to the manor opened in front of him. Sam took the time to look around and take in the opulence of Malfoy’s actual home. It seemed a cold and impersonal place compared to the couch house, but then, Sam had grown up in motel rooms and a car – it was hard to imagine what it must be like when you don’t share one room with your entire family.

“She’s in here,” Draco said; as he appeared to visibly steel himself before opening a door with a thick salt line at its base. The room was empty at the moment.

“Where does she appear and for how long?” Castiel asked.

“Right here,” Draco said, walking over and pointing to the empty air just over the coffee table. “She remains present for approximately 45 seconds. The intervals between her appearances vary.”

“I’ll have to work quickly,” Castiel said, “but that should give me enough time. Please move out of the way.”

Draco quickly ducked away from the area, though Sam noticed that he never took his eyes off where the death echo was set to appear. Sam was both curious to see the death echo himself, and curious to see how Castiel planned to dispatch it, so he actually moved forward a little, but was careful to stay out of Castiel’s way.

“Have you told Astoria that you guys are moving back into the big house yet?” Dean asked Draco.

“No, I wanted to make sure-" Draco said, but then there was a flickering in front of where Castiel stood, and Sam saw the upsidedown ghost of a woman appear – bond and crying. Draco fell slightly.

“I bet she’ll be happy to get out of the small house,” Dean continued as if nothing were happening. Sam looked over to where Dean and Draco stood – saw Draco’s anguished expression, and understood that Dean was doing his best to distract the wizard.

Castiel meanwhile had raised his hands and was holding them an inch away from the hanging ghost. He had begun to chant under his breath. Sam watched as the ghost stopped crying, and began to actually make eye-contact with Castiel as she rotated by him, rather than focusing on the spot near the fireplace that had held her attention before. It was as though she was becoming aware.

“I’m sorry,” Draco said softly, his eyes were fixed on the death echo. “I’m so sorry.”

Castiel’s voice rose with the last few syllables he spoke, and then a look of peace washed over the death echo’s face, and she began to turn into a light that had Sam’s eyes slamming closed on reflex. He forced himself to open his eyes immediately though, and saw the death echo fading, still glowing brightly and peaceful, and then he saw Castiel sway oddly. Reflexes had him taking the two steps that separated him from the angel, and gripping Castiel’s elbow.

“You alright?” Sam asked softly. Castiel turned a surprised look at Sam and nodded. Sam suddenly felt awkward, thinking he had misread the angel’s movements or his eyes had played a trick on him as they had adjusted to the brighter light in the room. He quickly dropped the angel’s elbow and stepped away awkwardly, he looked over towards Dean and Draco, who still had their eyes closed.

“She is at rest again,” Castiel announced. “It is safe to open your eyes.”

There was only the living left in the room. Dean gave Castiel a broad smile, and Draco looked relieved.

“Thank you,” Draco said. “If there is any way I can repay-“

“Nah, man,” Dean said. “Glad we could help.”

“She knew you were sorry,” Castiel answered. “She was worried about you – she feared for your soul.”

Draco nodded.

“You are safe now,” Castiel concluded.

“Thank you,” Draco repeated, even more emphatically.

“Come on, man,” Dean said, placing a hand on Draco’s shoulder and gently nudging him out the door. “Let’s go tell the rest of your family the good news.”

They all made their way to the couch house; where Astoria threw open the door just as they arrived.

“And?” she said.

Draco smiled and Astoria rushed forward and hugged him, which only caused Dean to chuckle at the blush that rose up Draco’s face. Once Draco had pried his wife off of himself, she only switched her affections to the Winchesters – first hugging Dean and thanking him, and then giving the same treatment to Sam. When she released Sam, she turned and seemed to spot Castiel for the first time – she hesitated in her hug, and held out her hand instead. Castiel looked grateful.

“Sorry, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure, my name is Astoria,” she said, politely. “You’ll have to forgive my exuberance; I’ve been quite excited at the possibility of moving back into our home.”

“Castiel,” Cas greeted.

“Are you also...in the same line of work as Sam and Dean?” Astoria asked.

“In a manner of speaking,” Castiel answered.

Before Astoria could ask her next question, a small voice yelled out from the house.


Sam laughed, and sure enough the small blond boy appeared next to his mother in the doorway.

“Hey Scorpius,” Sam said. “How’s it going, kiddo?”

“Hi Sam, Hi Sam’s brother, Hello Daddy! Hello...um...” Scorpius greeted all of them, looking at Castiel in confusion and slight shyness.

“This is my friend, Cas” Sam introduced. Castiel looked at him oddly, but Sam just continued speaking. “He just got rid of the upsidedown lady, so you can move back home.”

“Hi Sam’s friend Cas!” Scorpius smiled. “Thank you!”

“You are welcome,” Castiel said, finally moving his unblinking stare from Sam to Scorpius.

“Would you like to come in for tea?” Astoria asked.

“That’d be-" Dean started to answer, when all of a sudden there was a popping noise from the direction of the front gate, and voice called out,

“Dean! Sam!”

Sam turned to see a familiar red-haired man waving at them from next to the Impala.

“What the hell is Weasley doing here?” Draco said.

“Excuse us,” Sam said to Astoria, before he and Dean started jogging over. Oddly, Ron didn’t make a move to meet them half way. He just stood waiting on the other side of the gate. Jumping when Castiel appeared right beside him, both Ron and Castiel said something to each other, but Sam couldn’t make out what it was.

“What’s going on?” Dean asked, as soon as they reached him, the wrought iron of the gate dissolving like smoke as they passed through it.

Ron held up a thick black book – a book he and Dean had encountered more than once before.

“We’ve got a problem,” Ron said.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Dean muttered.

Chapter 24

Tags: crossover, demented'verse, fic, harry potter, season 5

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