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There was a boom, followed by a minor fireball, a charred classroom door, and two kids running as fast as their still-developing legs could carry them.

Two children left to their own devices in a magical castle was dangerous enough. But these children, thanks to the magic of special brownies, were Stephanie Brown and Dean Winchester. Hopped up on M&Ms. With soon-to-be-discovered vigilante-equipment at their disposal.

It would come as a surprise to none who knew them that since leaving the Great Hall, our stalwart mini heroes had managed to set three antique tapestries on fire and knocked over an entire display of Medieval Suits of Armor in a domino effect Steph was going to brag about forever.

This was all in addition to said explosion, which Dean and Steph were still running from, taking the time to occasionally attempt to poke and/or kick one another in the shins/shoulders/any area that looked pokeable and/or kickable.

"You are gonna be in so much trouble," Steph informed Dean, clutching onto her Big Girl Backpack. "This is all your fault."