❝ dean winchester is saved ! ❞

Euphemia and Regulas had left early morning for the Lupin-Black residence. The train was relatively more spacious. Regulus Black was smart. Euphemia learnt a lot about the valleys and the towns as they passed, and also got to know more about the wizarding world. He was a passionate soul with extremely good hair. Euphemia scoffed when she found out they were naturally straight. There must be some potion for frizzy hair. Soon after they finished their play of charades, the train stopped as they departed from platform nine and three quarters. 

    Remus Lupin was by the chocolate shop in the corner, as he soon found his way to them. Remus radiated warmth and kindness. He apparated them back to their small cottage. After spending two nights with them, Euphemia was comfortable enough with wizarding equipment. It was astonishing how clothes flew and hung themselves with a small spell or how a mirror talked. What surprised her the most was a key-chain turning into a bike, but we don't talk about that.

    Remus Lupin was a damn good singer. He had been a vocalist in this band, known as the 'marauders.' Strange name for a band, but it somehow worked. Euphemia also got to know that her dad was also a part of the band. Both Regulas and Remus wore oversize jumpers and baked cookies, forcing Euphemia to join them as well. Euphemia had never seen anyone celebrate such a joyous Christmas. They both looked ecstatic.

    When Remus received the letter of the Potter girl arriving along with Regulas, all he felt was pain. How was he supposed to look at her for three days, when he could barely glance in her eyes at the station. He composed himself and wrote a letter to his mate, Castiel. Castiel and Remus met through another marauder, during the Order. Unfortunately, circumstances drifted everyone apart. After the war, Castiel was the only person who helped him take care of his Godson, Regulus Black.

Euphemia had just returned from her bath and saw Regulas and Remus sitting in the living room, chatting around. She tugged onto the hem of her shirt and bit her inner cheek. She felt as if she were intruding on them.

"Mia," said Regulas joyfully, "come join us! I was just telling Moony about Ravenclaws."

"It was very irresponsible of you both," Remus shook his head, "I wonder how you weren't expelled."

   "We could get expelled for that!" Euphemia looked at Remus frantically, "I did not know that."

"Moony's kidding," Regulus glanced at him, "obviously."

"Obviously," Remus nodded.

For dinner, they were having a few other guests over. Otis Macmillan and his son had both arrived with boxes of food.

"We came bearing presents," they pushed the boxes on the table.

   "It wasn't needed," Remus stressed, "I've already cooked a roast, Otis."

"Now we have two," he grinned. His eyes wearied between Regulas and Euphemia. "Did you have another kid I didn't know about?"

   Remus chuckled. "Otis this is Euphemia Potter. Mia, this is my boyfriend, Otis and his son, Atticus."

Otis extended his hand towards the girl, lightly shaking it. They sat around the table, passing each other the food as Otis rambled about Dumstrang.

"Dark arts!" Otis bellowed. "They are bloody mad! I spent 500 galleons for him to learn dark arts? He's in his third year! I wanted to murder them Rem—" Euphemia cringed at the name, "literal, absolute, full-proof murder."

"You could always transfer him to Hogwarts, darling. Regulus and Atticus are already friends, and Atticus would fit in well."

Otis sighed and glanced at Atticus. "I'll send a letter to Dumbledore. Atticus finish your veggies."

Atticus clenched his jaw and resisted rolling his eyes.

"I think I'll be fine in Durmstrang."

"Oh and practice dark magic?" Otis raised his brows. "What's next, creating dark charms?"

"Father!" Atticus complained, "you're making a scene!"

"I'm not," he stuffed chicken in his mouth, "you're the one who's yelling like a lunatic."

"Why are we even talking about Durmstrang, it's Christmas," Atticus glanced at Euphemia, who quietly drank her juice, "Euphemia, tell us about yourself."

   She paused, "what?"

"Who are you?"

   "Euphemia."

Atticus rolled his eyes, "I know that genius."

Regulus glared at Atticus, "don't talk to her like that!"

"What, is she your girlfriend?" Atticus teased.

"Eww," both eleven-year-olds scrunched their nose in disgust.

   Euphemia looked at Regulus and frowned, "why are you saying ew?"

"You did as well," Regulus defended.

   "Well, that's because boys are disgusting!"

Regulus gasped and put his hand on his chest, looking offended, "you bitch!"

Euphemia's nose wrinkled, "You farted on the train so many times! It was disgusting!"

Regulus' cheeks tinted red, "no I didn't! Why are we even talking about this?" He glared at Atticus, "you don't need to come to Hogwarts. I think you'll do just fine in Durmstrang."

Atticus gave the boy a tight smile and threw a brioche bun towards him, winking back at Euphemia. Euphemia's cheeks tinted red and tried covering her face with her messy hair.

Otis glanced at the clock and shuffled, "Oh Merlin, I need to leave," he got off the chair, "I'm ten minutes late and I have this meeting with Fudge and Malfoy. . . "

Remus got up and followed him to the kitchen, frowning, "right now? You just came back after a week."

"I know, I'm sorry," he cleaned his plate, "it's really important. Could Atticus stay here? I promise I'll pick him back in a few hours."

Remus looked at him, exasperated, "I don't care about that Otis! It's fucking Christmas and you're still working! I thought we had an agreement."

"Curse jar!" Regulus yelled from behind.

Remus kept glaring at Otis, as Atticus gave the boy a sickly smile, "The adults are talking bitch boy."

"Well it's not technically Christmas," Otis murmured.

Remus rolled his eyes, "I love you but stop with this 'technical' thingy! I have just this week off for Merlin's sake! Then I'm extremely busy with the students and their projects and you have to travel back and forth."

Otis rubbed his thumb on his palm in circles, pulling him closer, "I'm sorry," his eyes soften, "I'll try to talk to Malfoy okay?"

Remus looked at him with tired eyes and gave in, pulling him into a kiss.

"PDA guys. We're eating!"

*   *   *

   "I can't believe we have chores!" Reggie exasperated, "it's Christmas moony!"

"Don't be daft Regulas," said Remus, his nose hidden behind a magazine "you have chores. Euphemia is our guest. Now, off you trot."

Regulas swung his head towards Euphemia and glared. She stifled a laugh, "I'll help too Remus."

Remus nodded as they trotted to the garden.

Remus and Regulas lived in a small, cute, cottage in Devon. Unlike most wizards, they preferred living afar from the beach. Sure, they loved to sit by the beach and let the sunbath, however, living amidst greenery was something Remus loved.

It took them quite a while to get rid of the gnomes. They were naturally larger than those in a muggle garden.

"Why do you call Remus 'moony'?" asked Euphemia, pulling up a shrieking gnome head.

Reggie tensed, "dunno, it just always stuck around" he slumped down on the ground and huffed, "Merlin! I'm exhausted."

"Hello, Regulas." 

The two shrieked and looked behind themselves. There stood a man looking at them curiously. He had a pb&j sandwich in his right hand. Baby blue eyes and trenchcoat. Mia didn't know where but she had seen the man before.

"Bloody hell Cas!"

Reggie got off the ground and dusted himself. "I'd hug you right now but. . . "

"You're covered in mud." Cas nodded and smiled. His eyes shift towards Euphemia who was curious. "Euphemia Potter."

"Hello," Euphemia smiled politely.

"I'm Castiel." His blue eyes pierced into hers, "I'm Dean's boyfriend."

"Oh?" Euphemia furrowed her brows, "nice to meet you."

Was she supposed to know a Dean?

"We should go back," Cas said, swatting his hands away, "the bees will eat my sandwich. They get attracted to the jelly."

*   *   *

After supper, Castiel had left for some important business. It was around 12 am. Regulas was already fast asleep. Euphemia however couldn't even get a wink. All she felt were flashes of blood and spilling and a chant. It was like a ritual of sorts. Her mind never stopped playing games with her. She got off her bed and went down to the kitchen for a glass of water. On her way down, she noticed Remus doing some sort of paperwork, sighing as he flipped each page.

"Remus,"

Remus glanced at Euphemia and smiled, "couldn't sleep?"

"Unfortunately no," she sighed, "what are you doing?"

   "Eh nothing," he gestured for her to sit next to him, "being a professor isn't easy."

"You're a professor?" Euphemia asked, "where?"

   "University of Oxford."

"Wait," she blinked, "Oxford. . . as in muggle?"

   Remus nodded, "I've always been fond of literature, even as a teenager in Hogwarts. Graduated from University of London."

"We can do that?" Euphemia furrowed her brows, "but how?"

   Remus laughed, "we can always choose what we want Euphemia."

They sat in silence for a while. Remus offered her some chocolate. She opened a chocolate bar.

"So," she cleared her throat, "um, you said you were a part of the war with Castiel. I know that you were friends with dad as well. Were they a part of the war too?"

Remus sighed. He was expecting this question. "They were," he smiled sadly, "James was my best mate. He was a really good man Euphemia," his eyes slightly moistened, "and your mother, oh she was a very kind soul. In fact, we use to exchange books over the summer."

"They were good people," Euphemia mumbled.

Remus nodded, "they were one of the best I knew."

"He," she nibbled her bottom lip, "Castiel mentioned someone. He said I knew him. His name is Dean."

Remus' eyes widened, "what did say about Dean?"

"Just that he's his partner," Euphemia shrugs, "is he also your friend as well?"

"I. . . " Remus breathed loudly, "I'm sorry Euphemia. Dean, he was," Remus sighs again, "he was your godfather."

"Was," Euphemia whispered, "I had a godfather."

Remus nodded, "you did. Dean, he and your dad were best mates."

Her eyes widen, "he's also. . . " Remus shook his head frantically.

"No, no, he isn't. Not yet."

"What do you mean?" Euphemia asked. Her head felt heavy.

"He suffered something worse than death." Remus paused, his eyes stung, "he's in St. Mungo's. It's a hospital for wizards. He's alive but barely," his jaw clenched, "he was tortured. He was tortured so much that he's not Dean anymore."

"Tortured?"

Remus nodded, "I asked Castiel," he gulped, "if you want to visit him that is. I visit him every month and, if you'd want to come along with us tomorrow, you can."

"Okay," Euphemia squeaked.

*   *   *

It was around noon. Regulas had gone off to his aunt Andromeda's house. Euphemia was ready to go. Her heart was beating like a bullet train per hour. Her mouth was dry. She finished a bottle of water yet it was as dry as a bone.

He handed her some powder, "now, nothing to worry dear." He gestured for her to stand under the fireplace.

"Okay," he nodded, "All you have to do is speak very clearly alright. Say Saint Mungos and throw the floo powder, alright. No need to worry."

Euphemia gulped and closed her eyes for a second, "Saint Mungo's!"

It felt as though she was sucked down a giant drain. She seemed to be spinning very fast- the roaring in her ears was deafening. She tried to keep her eyes open but the whirl of green flames made her feel sick, as though cold hands were slapping her face. She fell, face forward.

Groaning, she stood up and noticed everyone looking at her. They took a moment and then start doing their scheduled work again. She looked around and found a sign, "Welcome to Saint Mungo's."

A few seconds later, Remus popped out of the floo, though in a perfect shape.

He pulled out his wand and waved it around her, cleaning off the dust on her face and hair. She smiled appreciatively.

They both made their way onto the fourth floor. No one making a sound. Euphemia felt as if the air in the room was not enough. She silently took quick breaths from her mouth. Getting off the elevator, they took a left turn, then right and there was the door.

"Castiel is already inside," Remus mumbled, "if you don't want to it's— " Mia cut him off by shaking her head.

Taking a deep breath, she held the doorknob and clicked it open.

There he was, wearing a white hospital gown. His hair was short as if cut recently. He didn't look mad. He wasn't even talking.

Castiel glanced at her and stood up, "I'll give you a moment," she nodded as he shut the door.

Slowly she took one step forward, and another and another. She sat next to him on the bed, not too close of course.

Dean grinned, looking at a new creature in front of him. He poked her cheek and laughed.

"Hello," she whispered, "I'm Euphemia."

He kept giggling like a Disney princess. He twirled her hair, "Jamie."

Her heart broke. "I don't know if you remember," she sniffled, "but I'm your goddaughter."

"She's one silly."

Her bottom lip trembled, "I used to be one, ten years ago."

He pouted and pulled her cheeks, "chubby."

She snorted through her tears and looks down, "yeah I know. They're like apples."

Dean tilted his head. He looked around and smiled. He took his tiger from the bedside, nudged her and handed it to her.

"For me?" Euphemia's voice cracked.

He nodded. He took her hands, putting them on his cheeks, smiling cheekily.

"You want me to pinch them?"

She pressed her hands against his face, pinching his cheeks slightly, not noticing a wave of energy transferring. Her eyes turned red unknowingly. Dean's eyes widened as he let out a blood-curdling scream.

She stood back from him just as Castiel barged in.

"Remus call the healers! Now!" Castiel yelled, "Euphemia you need to get out before something happens!"

Minutes felt like hours before the healers came out of the room.

"It's a miracle," Euphemia heard the healer whispered to Castiel, "as if an angel's grace fell upon him. He's stable Castiel. He's okay."

Castiel's eyes watered, "the Lord blessed us."

He turned towards Remus and Euphemia, who watched in concern. Smiling, he walked towards them.

"He's stable," Castiel's lower lip quivered, "it's never happened before. Never in the past ten years. He couldn't even remember my name and he gave you your favourite toy." He glances down at the stuffed tiger, "he gave it to you on the day you were born."

He turns towards Remus, "it's alright Remus. He's alright."

Remus' nose flared, he looked back at Cas and he hugged him as if his life depended on it. Tears rolled down his cheeks.

"Dean Winchester is saved." 

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hello everyone. long time! as you know, the chapter updates are slow till 20th june.

i'm just so glad that dean and cas were introduced. dean will officially be a part of this book in act two. i'm so excited to write this book further. 

also, i am aware that this chapter was a bit over the place, and i am truly sorry. i had to hurry it up, but I'll be coming back to this chapter (and a few others) after completing act i. this chapter is unedited. 

to those who have not watched supernatural: don't worry, I'll explain things alongside. feel free to ask me if you have any doubt whatsoever. 

to those who have watched supernatural: this book is based on supernatural, however, it won't follow the storyline at all. sam winchester is not dean's brother. he does not exist. there are major changes that you might feel, including the lore. just know, that the changes are intentional and necessary for this book. 

also, finally, i love you all, seriously i do, but hate comments are a bit of a trigger for me :( 

i'm going off track here, but my love, evermore, didn't win a grammy. evermore should be celebrated, but taylor and the grammies tolerate it </3

if you liked this chapter, could you please be kind enough to comment and vote. it will be a huge motivation for me <33

p.s. otis and atticus macmillan are portrayed by tom hiddleston and noah schnapp respectively

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