SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire

Back to the Burrow

The next morning, John and Sherlock hastily ate their breakfast and helped Melly put all their camping equipment by the front door.

Around mid-morning, Sherlock shushed John, straightening. 'What's that?' he said. The sound got louder.

'I think it's a car,' said John 'Maybe Dean's here already.'

They went outside just as a huge black car came purring up the driveway. It stopped short of the front steps and the passenger door opened.

'Hey, guys!' Dean called, waving.

An older man in a cap, and a small boy also got out of the car.

Dean went around the back of the car and began unloading it.

'You got everything you need?' said the man, ''Cause I ain't comin' back here.'

'Yeah, Bobby, we're cool,' said Dean. 'Come help me with these bags.'

'You remembered to bring the screen for Cas?' said the boy, standing on his toes to see into the boot.

'Yeah, of course I did, come on guys, what do you take me for?'

'Jeez, Dean, relax.'

'You relax.'

The boy rolled his eyes and brought some of the bags over to John and Sherlock. 'Hey, I'm Sam,' he said, smiling at them.

'John.'

'Sherlock.'

'Thanks for letting us stay here,' said Dean, lugging over the bag containing their tent. 'So what's the plan?'

'We're still waiting for Castiel, then we're going over to the Weasleys',' said Sherlock. 'We're staying the night with them. It'll be easier and they're closer to the Portkey.'

'The what?' said John.

'Magical transportation,' Sherlock explained. 'A little like Apparating, but for large groups of people.'

'Oh, okay.'

Dean looked up at Sherlock's house. 'This is some place you got here,' he said appreciatively.

Sherlock shrugged.

'Okay, I think that's it, Bobby,' Dean called.

'See you in a few months, then,' Bobby got back in the car and drove away.

'Nice car,' said John.

'Thanks. It's my dad's.'

Melly then appeared at the door. 'Can Melly help sirs with their bags?' she squeaked.

'Nice to meet you, Melly,' said Dean. 'You can help Sam with his trunk, but we should leave the tent outside.'

'I don't need help,' Sam grumbled.

'Are you kidding? The thing's bigger than you,' Dean shot back.

'It is no trouble, sir.' Melly clicked her fingers and Sam's school trunk floated into the house.

Sam scowled at Dean, who grinned back smugly, and followed Melly into the house.

'How long till Cas gets here?' Dean asked.

John squinted down the driveway. 'Around lunchtime, I think,' he said.

'Cool.'

A couple hours passed. Sherlock showed the Winchesters where they'd be staying and Melly began preparing lunch. The doorbell rang just as Melly put a plate of sandwiches down on the kitchen table.