What We're Born to Do: A SuperWholock AU

Chapter One: Superwholock

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp…. a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badge, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

(Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone, page 34)

Ever since he was little , Sam Winchester had looked up to his older brother Dean. Wherever he went, Sam wanted to go, whatever he did, Sam wanted to do with him. So when Sam was 7 and Dean received his letter to go to Hogwarts, he was devastated. He couldn’t bear to spend most of the year without his big brother, those things just didn’t happen. Who was going to protect him from the bullies? What if Dean got lonely? On September 1st of the next few years, Sam would watch tearfully as Dean went off on the train, waving until his little arm felt like it was going to fall off.

Now Sam was 11, and he was terrified. Now that acceptance to Hogwarts was getting closer and closer, his fears grew stronger and stronger. When Dean was younger, he’d made extraordinary things happen wherever he went. But Sam, Sam was… ordinary. He had never got out of a bad situation by some sort of miracle, Dean always had to swoop in and save him at the last minute. He’d never made things happen when he was scared or angry, everything stayed the way it was. He’d heard about Squibs growing up, and the realization that he might be one of them nearly killed him inside. He’d never get to explore the halls of Hogwarts, never make friends he could practice hexes with, never learn the things that had fascinated him for so long. And his father would be furious. He’d moved their family to England from Kansas for the finer magical education, so if only one son was able to take advantage of that, Sam didn’t even want to think about what would happen. 

Since early May, he’d been going out to check the post every day, thinking that they may have chosen a different way to deliver, since all of Dean’s had come by owl. This particular morning he’d come back inside with the mail, still with nothing addressed to him.

“Mornin’, Sammy,” Dean greeted him, ruffling his ever-growing hair a bit. “Anything today?” Sam shook his head sadly, trying not to let too much disappointment show. He didn’t know why he still felt it, after a few months of this same ritual.

“No. And there probably never will be,” he replied, sitting down next to his brother and pouring a bowl of cereal, not wanting to talk any more on the subject. He was halfway through adding the milk when Dean spoke up.

“You sure?”

“Yes I’m sure, why wouldn’t I-“

Sam stopped talking when he looked at Dean and saw what he was holding. Two letters, addressed in green ink, were then thrown unceremoniously on the table. He looked at Dean for a moment before he told Sam, “You’re not gonna sit like that all day, right? I thought you wanted this.” His tone was annoyed, but on his face there was no mistaking the happiness he was feeling for his little brother.

Carefully, Sam broke the beautiful seal of the envelope and pulled out the paper inside. For a split second before he opened it, he had a terrifying realization.

What if this was a joke?

What if Hogwarts had rejection letters?

He suddenly wasn’t so sure about the letter now.

“C’mon Sammy, just open it!” his brother said, sounding a bit exasperated. After another glance at him to make sure it was safe, Sam unfolded the letter and began to read:

Dear Mr. 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.