Dumbledore needs to find a new teacher for the once again open Defense Against the Dark Arts position.

Takes place in Year 5 of HP and Season 8 of SPN after Episode 8x17 Goodbye Stranger (Before the angels fall from heaven)

Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Eric Kripke and the CW and Harry Potter is owned by J. K. Rowling. (Canon facts sources: Harry Potter Books. Supernatural TV series. Supernatural. wikia .com, Harrypotter. Wikia .com, and the Supernatural book of monsters, spirits, demons, and ghouls.)

Written because of that silly meme on Tumblr. Happy reading:

Characters: (In order of mention/appearance)

Albus Dumbledore (Headmaster of Hogwarts)

Dolores Umbridge (Madam Undersecretary)

Don Stark (800 year old wizard)

Maggie Stark (800 year old wizard)

Gellert Grindelwald (Dark Wizard)

Severus Snape (Head of Slytherin House, Potions Professor)

Minerva McGonagall (Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts, Head of Gryffindor House, Transfiguration Professor)

Dean Winchester (Hunter just resurrected from Purgatory)

Sam Winchester (Hunter)

Crowley (King of Hell)

Kevin Tran (Prophet)

Chapter 1:

Dumbledore sat in his office slowly rubbing his temples trying to lessen his headache. The search for a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was proving more difficult this year then it had in the past, with almost no applicants and the Ministry of Magic pushing for one of theirs to take over the job. A Dolores Umbridge. He had met the woman before, a most unpleasant person who wore too much pink and frills. He shuddered slightly at the memory.

He heard a whoosh and the flames in his fireplace turned green. Happy for the distraction Dumbledore stretched and walked over as the head of a man appeared in the fireplace. He had dark slick backed hair and could vaguely be seen wearing an expensive muggle business suit.

"Ah! Albus!" The man said. "I'm glad I caught you…. Seriously why can't Hogwarts have a computer or a phone! It would make this so much easier… Not really a fan of the ash that Floo Powder leaves behind." He paused and glowered at the fire under his head.

"Good Evening Don." Dumbledore said with a smile on his face.

Don looked back up at Dumbledore, "Do you mind if I come over?"

"Of course."

"Great" Then Don's head disappeared and a moment later he walked through the fireplace. Dumbledore stepped back and motioned to some couches close to the fireplace for Don to sit, then went and poured a glass of Firewhiskey for both of them.

"Thank you." Don said. "I feel like it's been centuries since I last had a glass."

"How can I help you?" Dumbledore asked after settling down himself.

" Ah! Yes… I wanted to invite you to Maggie's 800th birthday party."

"Has it been a hundred years already?" Dumbledore asked with a small shake of his head.

Don laughed. "I remember meeting you and that young Gillert fellow at her 700th birthday party." His smile disappeared after a moment's pause. "I heard about what happened between you. I'm sorry."

Dumbledore gave an uncomfortable shrug. "How has Maggie been doing?"

"Oh you know, the usual. Art, Charity Auctions, Etc. How about you? Still searching for a new Defense Against the Dark Art teacher?"

"Why? Did you want the job?" Dumbledore asked a small gleam of hope in his eyes.

"God no!-I guess that means yes?"

Albus sighed and took another sip of firewhiskey. "My current options are a Ministry of Magic witch and Snape."

"Ugh. Still dealing with that pesky Ministry?" He shook his head but didn't let Albus answer. "Well I don't want the job and I know better than to ask Maggie… You would end up with half the school with hex coins under their beds...But I could recommend someone if you want...well 'someones' I guess. Although they are unconventional."

Dumbledore's blue eyes lit up. "Unconventional? How?"

"Well for one they usually hunt witches."

Dumbledore rocked back in his chair. "Hunters?" His brow furrowed and he thought about it for a while. Hunters were rare and hard to find, and the few Albus had run across had had very low opinions of the magical community. "Do you think they would agree?"

"Well they did help when Maggie and I had a fight last year or has it been longer? Anyway...after they tried and failed to kill us of course. They still owe me a favor."

Don finished his firewhiskey, stood up and put the glass down. "Well are you coming? I put a tracker coin in their car in case I ever needed to find them and they won't be staying in one place for long."

Dumbledore laughed and after leaving a note for Minerva followed Don Stark through the fireplace to America to see if he could convince these "Hunters" to teach at Hogwarts.

They arrived at Don's fireplace in the U.S. and from there apparated to the front of what Dumbledore could only think of as a cheap motel with a black Impala parked outside. The neon sign read 'Sunset Motel'. Don nodded toward one of the doors and they both apparated inside.

The room had two queen size beds where two bodies could vaguely be made out in the dark of the room, but before he could take in much more he found himself at the end of a gun.

One of the men had obviously been hiding it under his pillow.

Don sighed and waved his hand causing the gun to fly across the room and fall harmlessly on the floor.

"Is that really necessary?" He asked. The other man shifted slightly on his bed and turned on the lights.

"Who're you?" The first man asked in a gruff voice, glaring at both wizards.

"Wait I know you." The second man said as he tucked his long hair away from his face. "You were the witch with marital problems."

"What you mean the one that helped us with the Leviathan?" Dean asked taking a closer look at the second man in the room.

"Glad to see you remember me."

"Well who's Merlin over here then?" He asked tilting his head towards Dumbledore.

"My name is Albus Dumbledore. I am the Headmaster of Hogwarts. School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

"There's a school for Witches?! Do you all sit around and worship demons?"

"What? No!" Dumbledore said in shock." I was hoping I could entice you gentleman to take a teaching position there?" He continued in an amused voice.

"No."

"Wait Dean." The second man said moving to sit more comfortably on the edge of his bed. "Why are you asking us?"

Don replied, "The position has been cursed for over fifty years to not be able to have the same teacher for more than one year. Seemed like a 'case' you would enjoy."

"Still no. We've got way too much on our plates at the moment. Go ask someone else." Said the one named Dean.

"Where is this School?" The other asked. Dean looked over at him in shock but the long haired man just ignored him.

"Scotland. I would show you where but the school is under an unplottable spell." Dumbledore said.

"Like a giant hexbag?" Dean asked slightly interested in spite of himself.

"Crude but accurate." Don replied.

"We would be compensating you of course. Would 50,000 galleon each for the year be enough?"

"Galleon? What's a galleon?"

"This." Don said tossing a coin to Dean, who looked at the it.

"Sam, it's a gold coin…"

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean before turning back to Dumbledore. "Is the school warded?"

"With the most powerful wards you could imagine." Dumbledore said with pride.

"Does it work against Demons? Angels?"

Dumbledore's eyebrows shot up.

"Demons yes." Don replied instantly. "Not sure about angels. Why?"

Sam nodded thinking for a moment. "Dean." He said carefully, "Do you think it might work?"

Dean rubbed a hand over his face thinking. "Well Crowley won't expect us to go to another country, and if we really need to we could always add angel proofing later."

The two men looked at each other as if they were having a wordless conversation before nodding in agreement.

"We'll take the job, but we have a few conditions." Sam said.

"And what would those be?" Don asked.

"As Dean had said earlier, we're in the middle of something. We'll come but only if you'll give room and board to our friend as well."

"Then we have a deal." Dumbledore said. "School starts next week. Just make sure that both of you and your friend are holding on to this at a 10:06 AM on August 30th." Dumbledore held up a small shot glass. "That will allow you time to settle down before the students arrive."

Sam and Dean arrived at the small boat that Kevin Tran currently called his home.

They knocked quickly two times followed by three slow ones.

A small Asian teen opened the door. He had a harassed look on his face and quickly glanced around before he let the two brothers in.

After testing them with silver and holy water Kevin went back to the desk he had been sitting in. There was paper cluttered all around and what looked to be a stone tablet that had been broken.

"Hey Kevin." Sam said putting a bag of burgers down.

"You look like hell." Dean said shooting Sam a concerned look." When was the last time you got some sleep?"

"Hm...Ah...What? Oh! Sleep? I don't know, I got about 2 hours last night." He said before going back to his work.

Dean and Sam looked around the boat at all the sigils on the walls.

"So, Kevin. Dean and I are going to be out of the country for a while."

Kevin's head shot up. "What?!"

"We want you to come with us." Dean said, grabbing a burger and biting into it.

"But-!"

"We wouldn't move you if we didn't know it was safe." Sam sat down on a chair so he could be more at eye level. "We will be moving directly from here to there."

"How are you going to do that?"

"Apparently with a magic shot glass." Dean pulled out a small shot glass that he had wrapped up in his pocket. "So let's get packing and make sure everything is ready before tomorrow morning. Looks like we're going back to school."

Dean smirked at Kevin's confused expression.