Really Dude...

Between the both of them, Sam and Dean drank two pots of coffee, and have not left the library except for bathroom breaks and the occasional snack. After reading over half the book, "man, I need a break. My head feels like it's about to explode. There's just too much in this book that we never heard of. How did we miss something as big as a whole other world? I mean, come on? We see and deal with the supernatural everyday, how did we miss this?" Dean runs his hands through his hair, then goes to stand up. "And my foot is asleep. That's what I get for sitting still too long."

Sam chuckles at Dean, watching him try to walk and wake up his right foot. "I think it's time we cook dinner or does pizza sound good?" Sam asks Dean while he is walking around the library. "Pizza sounds good to me. I kind of want to finish this book... Did I really just say that?" Dean is starting to question himself.

"Yeah, you did." Sam states. Mumbling to himself, "which is why I added holy water to your coffee." "What?" Dean faces him like he heard what he said. "I said I will be back with the pizza." As he puts on his jacket, grabs the Impala keys from Dean and walks towards the bunker door, "Don't read anymore until I get back." "Yeah, yeah.." As Dean is sitting down in front of the book, looking over one of the pictures showing a giant squid accepting some toast from a student. "Man, now I want toast. What's wrong with me?"

All the while, Castiel is struggling to get Heaven under control, as well as helping Crowley track down a newly escaped Lucifer. One moment Cas and Crowley catch Lucifer's tail, the next they are left with a burnt up vessel, things are not going so well. "This is exhausting. How is he one step ahead of us?" Castiel is severely frustrated with the whole cat and mouse game Lucifer has the three of them playing.

"Cheer up. You gotta admit, this is kind of fun." Crowley swirls his glass of whiskey that he poured from the vessel's liquor cabinet.

"FUN! HOW IS THIS FUN? HOW IS CHASING DOWN LUCIFER FUN? HE'S GOT NO AGENDA, JUST FEELS LIKE HE IS TOYING WITH US WHILE PLOTTING HIS NEXT MOVE!" Cas is beet red in the face and huffing like he's out of breath, which is weird because angels don't need to breathe.

"Don't get your knickers in a twist. We will find him. I think it's time we go ask my mother." Crowley finishes his drink in one swift shot then heads back to Hell to speak with Rowena. "I'm going to go back to Heaven and see what I can do there." Saying to himself before disappearing with the sound of fluttering wings.

When Sam finally gets back with the pizza and beer, he finds Dean surrounded by several other books. "What in the hell? Dude, what's up with you?!"

Dean looks up from Hogwarts: A History, "I don't know. I was trying to see if I was interested in reading in general, or just reading this book. Every time I stopped reading this book, I would get up and pick a different one but always came back to this book." Looks down at the thick old tome with furrowed eyebrows. "Do you think it's this book?"

"Well, all I can say for sure is that I'm even interested in finishing it." Setting down the pizza next to Dean, "and I told you to wait for me." Sam twists the top off two beer bottles, handing one to Dean. "What have I missed?"

"Besides a giant squid that lives in 'The Black Lake' and loves toast... nothing much really. It sounds like one of those things you need to see to believe." Dean turns the page, starts reading about Quidditch. "They play a sport called 'Quidditch', it's like Football, Soccer, and Hockey all in one. 'There are seven players on each team (three Chasers, one Keeper, two Beaters and one Seeker), four balls (one Quaffle, two Bludgers and one Snitch), three hoops (but you can only score the Quaffle in them), ten points per goal, and 150 points if you catch the Snitch, which also ends the game. Also, it's all played on broomsticks.' Dude, this game is dangerous. Scary enough that these witches and wizards fly on brooms, but to play sports while flying...No, thank you."

"Oh shut up. You wish you could see a game." Sam shakes his head while smirking. "Would be kind of awesome." Dean tilts his head to the side still looking at the picture. Dean decides to put the book down on the table, stands up to stretch, feeling his back crack from sitting so long, and begins to put the rest of the books away. "Well Sammy I think we should call it a night, pick up where we left off tomorrow after breakfast."

"Good idea. Maybe with a clear head some of this stuff will make sense." Sam picks up the empty pizza boxes and beer bottles (noticing they only drank about half way through their first ones). "Weird", Sam gives a small smile heading to the kitchen to throw everything away.

Sam wakes up to the smell of brewing coffee and sizzling bacon. He grabs his cell phone from the bedside table to check the time, "7:43 am... What? Dean never gets up this early." Sam is going to ask Dean if he feels ok when he gets into the kitchen, but first, shower. He opens his dresser for some clean clothes, dark blue jeans, grey t-shirt, green flannel button down left open, boots and his Taurus Model 99 loaded with silver bullets stuffed in his jean waistband. Sam leaves his room and heads down the hall to the kitchen, where Dean is sitting down with his breakfast consisting of eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee.

"Morning Sammy, breakfast." Dean shows Sam his plate with the same exact things. "You're gonna die of high cholesterol." Sam pours himself a cup of coffee before sitting down in front of his plate. "At least I'll die happy." Dean states with a mouthful of bacon.

Cleaning up after a meal is so much easier when they both chipped in. "Ready to finish this book? I think we can finish it before lunch. Maybe see if Cas wants to read it next." Then it dawns on Dean, "Did we ever think to ask Cas about that book? Maybe he knows something." "Maybe. But you know he's busy trying to help get Heaven under control. Really don't want another civil war, you know?" Sam sips on his coffee. "Yeah, you're right." Dean has already picked up the book. "The more I read this, the more I want to see everything in person."

"You're not the only one. I am really interested in the moving stairs, and the fact they have ghosts that haven't lost their humanity." Sam looks at the next picture describing the first wizarding war. "This wizard seems like a version of Hilter with the ability to use magic. Says he was finally taken down on October 31 when the 'Killing Curse' backfired. This guy is being referred to as 'He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named' because of the fear he caused. Wow, and I thought Crowley was bad." "To hell with that, I'd waste no time in shooting him, and his so-called followers. What are they called again?" Dean asked Sam while finishing his last cup of coffee. "Um...They're called 'Death Eaters'. And they pretty much favor those 'Unforgivables'. This one, the 'Cruciatus' sounds like being on the rack all over again." Sam pushes the book away to rest his eyes. The momentum caused a loose parchment in the back of the book to shift.

Both Sam and Dean lean over the book, somehow grabbing the parchment at the same time and starting reading out loud, almost like they're in a trance. "The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

Suddenly the parchment starts to glow a very bright white, as well as an uncomfortable tugging sensation somewhere behind their navel. Next thing they knew, they were spinning through the air disappearing then reappearing somewhere completely new.