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This story is No. 6 in the series "2011 Calendar Series". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Sam and Dean get saved from jail time by a fast talking SWIC agent.

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RuneWitchSakuraFR1584,95913027,77624 Jan 1120 Apr 11No

The Proposition

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The Proposition
Chapter Number: 01/??
Story Summary: Sam and Dean get saved from jail time by a fast talking SWIC agent.
Chapter Summary: It’s Harry’s first lone mission, and he naturally screws up his landing.
DISCLAIMER: I Do Not Own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Harry Potter, Supernatural, or anything related to them.
Date (Upload Date): 01/24/11
Date (2011 Calendar Date): 01/17
Word: Landing
So, I’m assuming (meaning I totally made it up) that you have to have at least a vague idea of where a portkey is taking you (a safe place being vague) or no idea at all, for it to work properly, otherwise it tries taking you where you think it’s supposed to go while taking you to where it’s actually going, leading to a much bumpier ride.
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“You said Ohio! ‘Not even out of state.’” Harry growled at his cell phone.

Well, I’m sorry. I told you. I only heard a little. So it was Idaho instead,” Megan said.

“So, I sprained my ankle on landing, because the portkey thought I wanted to go somewhere else. I’m limping into the station.”

“Can I help you?” The desk clerk asked.

“Dean and Sam Winchester,” Harry said, handing over a piece of paper. The clerk looked it over, before handing it back.

“Interrogation three.”

“Thank you,” Harry said. “Bye Megan. And you owe me a nice dinner for this.”

Yeah, yeah.” Harry flipped his phone closed and limped his way to a door labeled ‘Interrogation Room 3’, before opening it.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” the cop in the room asked. Harry ignored him.

“Dean and Sam Winchester?”

“Who wants to know?” the shorter one asked.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

“Excuse me, but-“ Harry cut the cop off by handing him the piece of paper. “What the hell is this?”

“The power for me to do this – you two, up, let’s go.”

“This says they work for SWIC undercover.”

“Yes.”

“Well then, they should know what SWIC stands for.”

“Of course they do,” Harry said, as the Winchesters exchanged a look, “but it’s one of those things where if you have to ask, you aren’t allowed to know. And you’re not allowed to know. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a case to finish.”

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“So, who are you?” the shorter one asked.

“It’s rude to demand someone’s name without introducing yourself first.”

“But you know who we are.”

“No I don’t. I don’t know which of you is Dean or which of you is Sam.”

“That’s Sam. I’m Dean. Who are you?”

“Harry Potter. I work with SWIC, which basically does the same thing you guys do, only we get paid, and don’t get arrested.”

“Yeah?”

“That paper in there said we worked for SWIC,” Sam said. “Does that mean you’re hiring?”

“Kinda. More like recruiting, really. But there’s a catch.”

“That being?” Dean asked.

“You gotta pass a class or two, and meet with the Committee first.”

“Classes?”

“Ethics, maybe a session or two of languages to learn the panic words – apocalypse, ritual sacrifice, etc. And in return, you get paid, you get thousands of years worth of demon and monster lore that other people will go through for you – unless it’s apocalypse season, sometime in May or June, back up for tougher cases, free places to stay in most of the higher demon populated areas, a badge that gets you almost anywhere, and the ability to arrest someone, or take them into protective custody.”

“Sounds nice,” Sam said. “Too nice.”

“Wow, you guys are more paranoid than Moody. I didn’t think that was possible. Damn.”

“Moody work with you?” Dean asked.

“No, thank God. He’d probably try and kill us every day in the name of ‘Constant Vigilence’. Crazy bastard. Will you at least check out the classes?”

“Fine. But we keep our weapons.”

“Fine, but I suggest you keep them close. Some of our students will happily steal them for their own collections.”
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To Be Continued
Next Date (2011CD) for this Story: 02/03
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