The Best Kept Secret

Chapter 1

Eleven Years After

Somewhere in England

“All I’m, saying is this would be so much easier if you would stop relying on Uncle Bobby and I, and just read the books yourself!” A female voice said exasperated. There were two people outside, a grown man of about 22, and a little girl eleven years of age. They were outside working on a 68 Chevy Camaro SS. The sun was shining bright outside, and the breeze was blowing gently Yet despite all of this, something wasn’t right with the atmosphere. Shaking her head she looked at her brother. “Why are you here anyways? I thought you were working on a gig.”

The 22 year old put down the screwdriver and looked at his sister. “Why? That is so much easier than me actually looking up the stuff myself.” He countered smugly. “Sammy and I were missing you and Bobby. Plus Sammy hasn’t seen you since the night he left for Stanford”

The little blonde girl rolled her eyes. “That right there is why Sammy threatens to hit you Dean.” She paused, toying with the red screwdriver in her hand. She sighed before asking the next question that was on her mind. “How’s he doing anyways?”

“Really? I assumed it was because he was jealous of me, Ellai.” Dean countered once more. He looked at his sister and sighed, all traces of laugher gone from his face. “He’s barely hanging in there. I think a pause will be good for him.”

Ellai rolled her eyes and frowned. He is so impossible sometimes. She felt bad for her other brother. All Sammy wanted was to have a normal life, he could’ve had that with Jess. Gods, I hate demons. “Alright, the next time you are hunting something, just know I might not pick up the phone, because you are too lazy to look for something in a book.” Another sigh. Poor Sammy. He was going to marry her. This was his shot at a normal life. Shaking her head, she packed the screw driver in the box. “I hope this will be good for Sam as well. Hear from John lately?”

Running his hands through his dark brown hair, he closed his eyes and sighed. She is so mean sometimes. Opening his green eyes he asked, “You wouldn’t really do that, would you?” A pause then: “ No. Nothing.” He moved next to Ellai. “Not a single word little love. When are you going to forgive the man? He did the best he could with what he had.”

If it were even possible, her frown deepened. further. Nothing at all? No texts, nothing?” Fucking typical dad. Who lets their kids worry like that? He could’ve at least sent a damn text with coordinates or something. Fucking jackass. “I’ll forgive him when he comes home and starts worrying about us! Killing this demon won’t bring her back! I’m eleven, he’s only seen me three times Dean. Bobby is more of a father than he’ll ever be! I won’t forgive him, and I most certainly will not call him dad, because quite frankly the areshole didn’t earn the bloody title.”

“He didn’t want you to become a hunter, and I can’t blame him..” Since when did she become so much like me?

That was their way. They could have two different conversations going on at the same time, and never get confused. They were the same, that was why they related to each other so well.

“I will never understand the blind faith you have in the man! I mean for Christ’s sake, he moved you two around constantly, and left you to raise Sam.”

Dean sighed. Wanting to change the conversation he asked her if she wanted a break. There are some things Bobby should have never told you.

She smiled. “Yes. Will this car really be mine?” She asked trying to keep the excitement from her voice and failing.

Dean chuckled. Happy with the sudden change in her mood. “Yes kiddo, if I can ever fix this sucker up.”

“Aw Dean, you can fix anything. What happened to this car, by the way?” she asked gathering the various tools in her arms and tossing them back in the bag.

“Put those in the toolbox instead kiddo. I use those more for cars, and the bag of tools more for stuff around the house.”

“Okay, now on with the story.” She took the tools back out of the bag and put them in the red tool box.

Dean cocked his head to the side and looked at her fighting off a smirk. “Well, there was this guy, who was driving.” Here he paused for dramatic effect. He liked doing this. She was always anxious for his stories. She loved hearing them.

Ellai rolled her eyes. “If you won’t tell me the story, I will just go see Sammy.”

Dean chuckled. “Good luck with that one, he isn’t here yet.”

“Yes he is. Didn’t you hear the Impala pull up?” She asked her older brother.

“No.Your uncanny ability to hear is weird. Well like I said, there was this guy driving, and there was this evil spirit who was hell bent of revenge, he took over the car, and made the guy crash. The guy turned out alright, er as alright as someone who was almost murdered could be. Anyways, we helped him get rid of the spirit, and he said he didn’t want the car anymore, didn’t even want to try and fix it, which is such a shame really. Anyways, he said we could do what we wanted with it, so we called Bobby, and he called some guys, and they had the car sent over all the way from America. Which goes to show how much he loves you kiddo. Besides, this is a beautiful car, it would’ve been a shame to let it go to waste.”

“Of all the ways to tell her about how she got her dream car, that’s the way you approach it, no details or anything. Really Dean, you are the worst story teller.” A new voice said in sheer disbelief.

Ellai chuckled. “I’ve only been saying that since, oh gee I don't know, my whole life Sammy.” She paused and gave him a critical look. “Why are you late anyway, there’s no way in Hades it took you that long to get some food.”

He closed the door to the Impala, and walked over to them. Sam gave his sister an appraising look. She is way too analytical for her own good. “I had to do some other stuff, and I swear to god if you ask me more about it, I will take back that Husky.”

Ellai opened her mouth about to protest, then closed it, and opened it several more times. She looked like a fish out of water. She finally closed her mouth, narrowed her eyes and shrugged.

“Did you even name him yet?” Dean asked, watching the two of his younger siblings in amusement.

“Yep. Lestat helped me. I named him Balto.” She said with excitement.

Sam and Dean shared a long look. “Of course you did.” They both said without breaking eye contact.

“Well, yeah. Only because that was an amazing movie. Besides, for all we know, he could be part wolf.”

“After looking at Lestat, and watching that movie with you a bunch of times, I highly doubt it little one.” Dean said, his green eyes sliding to her. “I’m surprised Bobby let you keep the Husky.”

She grinned widely. “That’s because he is still a puppy. Bat the eyelashes Dean, and you can get so far in life.” She scratched her head then sighed. “I don’t understand how I keep getting oil in my dang hair.” She said staring at a long strand of hair.

“Simple.” Dean said grinning at his sister. “You’re messy.”

Sammy shook his head. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s the only reason.” “I doubt real Balto is like movie Balto. Besides-”

Sam was interrupted by the barks and growls coming from a boxer on top of an old pickup truck.

“How in the hell does that dog even get up there?” Dean shouted over the noise.

Ellai shrugged. She walked over to Rumsfeld and stood in front of him. “What are you barking at Rumsfeld?”

The moment she asked him, he whined and jumped off the truck.

“The fuck was that?” Dean asked looking at Ellai critically.

She looked at Dean, and sighed. “I think something is coming. Something very powerful, there is a shift in the air, and I don’t know if it’s good or bad, I can’t tell. All I know is, the world is shifting, Lestat is uneasy, Balto and Rumsfeld are both freaking out, and this shift is quite exhausting. What were you saying Sammy?” She asked rubbing her head.

“It’s still weird that you and Sammy have these strange powers.” Dean murmured.

Ellai glared at him, but wisely kept her mouth shut. She didn’t want to provoke a fight with her brother. He did just get back after all.

Before anyone could respond Bobby walked out the door. “You my dear Ellai need to clean up.”” He paused and looked her up and down. She was covered in oil, and had on one of Sam’s shirts, which was very baggy on her, and looked more like a dress. She had on Timberlands, and her hair was in a very messy bone, which was also covered in oil. “How did oil get all over you?” He asked her shaking his head in disbelief.

She bit her bottom lip. “Well. Dean said the oil needed to be changed, and he said I could do it. Let’s just say Dean doesn’t give clear instructions.” She said turning her gaze toward her eldest brother.

Dean looked at her in offense. “I explained it clearly the first time, you little miss, didn’t listen carefully.”

Bobby shook his head. “You three are idjits. Yes you as well Sam.” Bobby said smiling at the glare Sam threw his way.

Ellai chuckled. “Nice to know Bobby. So if we are idjits, what are you?”

He smirked. “The smartest hunter you three will ever meet.”

Sam and Dean smiled at that comment. “I think you have that the other way around Bobby.” They said in unison.

Ellai let out a snort. “I beg to differ.”

Bobby chuckled. “Okay, who do you think is the smartest hunter?” He asked already guessing her answer.

She smirked. “The answer is very simple. Rufus.” She said walking into the house.

Dean looked at her retreating form like she was nuts, Sam smiled, and Bobby looked shocked.

“I honestly thought she was going to say Ellen.” Bobby said shaking his head.

“I’m sure she was kidding I mean after all-.” Sam trailed off at the look Dean was giving him.

“Oh don’t give me that look. We all know she likes to say things to mess with our heads. Yours more than anyone’s Dean.” Sam said shifting under the look his brother was still giving him.

“It’s true. She does like messing with the two of you. You more than anyone Dean, don’t even deny it.” Bobby said matter of factly.

Dean rolled his eyes. “Why me? Why do you both assume -assume being the key word here. That it’s me. I mean honestly, maybe she likes messing with Sam more. Or you Bobby.”

“Well, for one you are the oldest, two you have the most comical reactions, and I’m sure she will tell you the same thing Dean. Ask her yourself, if you don’t believe me.”

The three of them walked into the house. Sam and Dean were still debating on who Ellai liked to mess with more. Bobby shook his head. “You two are something else you know.”

“Oh for the love of all that is good and holy, ask her yourself.” Sam said plopping on the couch.

“Do you know how long she takes a shower, I don’t want to have to wait thirty minutes for an answer. She takes forever.” Dean said sitting on the couch opposite of his brother.

“Calm yourself man. If anything, you’re the one who takes forever to get ready pretty boy, you’re the one who has to make sure your hair is perfect, and your outfit. if anything I take ten -fifteen minute showers, and I take five minutes to get ready!” Ellai protested coming down the stairs. “What question am I suppose to answer anyways?” She asked sitting next to Dean.

Sam chuckled. She’s right about all those things.

As if reading his thoughts, Dean glared at him. “Who you like messing with the most, and if you really thing Rufus is the smartest hunter.”

“The first question is simple. You Dean,well for one you are the oldest, two you have the most comical reactions. The second question however should be quite obvious.”

“Care to oh I don’t know, go into further detail about this?” Sam asked smiling.

She shrugged. “If you can’t figure it out, I don’t know what to tell you..” She said smiling sweetly.

“Wow, you actually put on something nice.” Bobby said giving his goddaughter an approving look.

Dean looked at his sister and whistled. She had on a short blue dress, that stopped an inch above her knees, there was a gold belt around her waist, and of course she had on her timberlands. Her white blonde hair was out, stopping just at her shoulders. Around her neck sat a gold chain with a lion charm stopping at the hollow of her throat. “You look like a girl kiddo.”

She rolled her eyes, then smiled. She hardly dressed like this. The three of them were always harassing her about her wardrobe. If she dressed like a boy, they always said something, if she dressed like a girl they would ask her stuff that ranged from “are you a pod?” to “Who the hell are you?” She could never win with these two.

. “I can dress like a girl?”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Why did you ask that as a question?” He threw back.

“Because i’m not sure if I do?” She said with another question.

“You two, are something else.” Dean said shaking his head.

“How did you get your hair to dry so fast?” Sam asked looking at his sister.

“I towel dried it, then used the blow dryer. Then I just brushed it.” She said shrugging.

“Take care of it more often and you won’t get knots.” Dean said softly.

“Why did I have to dress like a girl, and I hope it’s a good reason.” Ellai said softly.

Wordlessly, Bobby went to the mantle, picked up a thick envelope, and handed it to Ellai.

She opened it and gasped at what she saw. She pulled out the first parchment. Her eyes scanned the paper in disbelief.


Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Winchester,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall sig

Minerva McGonagall

Deputy Headmistress



First-year students will require:

1. Three sets of plain work robes (black)

2. One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear

3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

4. One winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.


All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions

by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

by Quentin Trimble


1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal phials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring, if they desire, an owl OR a cat OR a toad.



Yours sincerely,

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus sig

Lucinda Thomsonicle-Pocus

Chief Attendant of Witchcraft Provisions

Dean snatched the parchment from her hands and read over it. “This is a joke right?”

Bobby shook his head. “I’m afraid not, this checks out.”

“You mean to tell me there’s a whole school of freaks witches and wizards, the things we hunt, and no one had ever discovered this? Now they want her?” He asked savagely.

Bobby shook his head once more. “They’re not like the other witches that you’ve hunted.”

Dean glared at Ellai, as if this whole thing was somehow her fault.

She glared right back. Yeah because I most certainly asked to be a freak as you so kindly described me.Yes dear brother I most certainly asked to be the kind of creature two of America’s best hunters kill.

“Dean calm down. We’ve known her for eleven years, there’s no way she’s like them. Let’s talk about this like rational adults.” Sam took a deep breath grabbed the parchment from Dean and looked it over. “Is there a school like this in America?”

Bobby looked at Dean, then turned his gaze to Sam. “No. As far as I can gather, this school is Scotland, and the letters only go out to wizards and witches in Britain.”

“You’ve seen this before.” Ellai said bluntly ripping her gaze from Dean.

“I’ve had encountered a young woman once, who turned out to be witch like you. In fact, you remind me a lot of her.” Bobby said softly. Your mother and father went to this school. He remembered the first time someone came to talk to Azriel.

Azriel and Bobby were sitting on the couch, sitting across from the was a Scottish witch.

“Yes Miss Singer, you are in fact a witch.”

Azriel shook her head in disbelief. “It just can’t be true Professor McGonagall. I’m ordinary.”

Minerva smile gently. “Are you telling me nothing strange has ever happened around you?”

Azriel was about to shake her head before she remembered something. Strange things happened around her all the time. One she was in primary school, somebody stole her favorite book. She closed her eyes, concentrated as hard as she could, and the next thing she knew, her book came flying in her hands

“Okay, I’m a witch. What now?”

Minerva chuckled. “I take you to Diagon Alley to get all the things on your list, then when September the first comes, you will go to Hogwarts to learn how to become a witch.”

That was the day everything changed for Az, not only did she become a witch, but she gained a brother as well.

Bobby looked back at Selene. “Nothing gets past you does it?”

“There’s no way I will sit here and listen to this.” Dean said. He got off the couch and left.

There’s no way he can hate me. I am his baby sister after all. I’m not evil. This doesn’t change anything, right? Closing her eyes tightly, she took a deep breath and opened them. She was about to say something when she heard Dean slam the door shut, get in his car and drive away.

“I always knew there was something about you kiddo, you do have very sensitive hearing, a grand sense of smell, and random things always seem to happen around you.” Sam said in amusement.

“At least I have one brother who thinks I have some redeemable qualities.” She said morosely.

Taking a deep breath, Bobby spoke once more. “There is suppose to be a professor coming here today to talk to you about Hogwarts, plus they’re taking you into town to buy your supplies.”

Ellai looked at her godfather with a panicked expression on her face.

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