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Dean cheered along with every other student in the great hall as Sammy made his was towards the Ravenclaw table, looking slightly giddy with a giant grin on his face. Sam looked over his big brother, and Dean grinned at him, and gave him a thumbs up. Sam had been the last of the new scared looking first years to be sorted. Dean had looked on in pride as Sammy fearlessly stepped up to the chair and the dirty old hat that sat on in. Sammy had been the only one of the first years that hadn't looked terrified out of their wits, although Sam had seen a hell of a lot worse that a dirty hat.
Dean was disappointed that Sam hadn't been sorted into Gryffindor with him, but he had suspected that he would be a Ravenclaw. Sam was the one that figured out exactly what they were facing, Dean was the one that stormed in all guns blazing. Sam was the brains, Dean was the brawn.
He watched as Sammy sat down and started talking to Luna Lovegood. Dean had a soft spot for Luna; she wasn't fake like all of the other girls. She didn't plaster herself in makeup or wear skimpy clothes. She didn't pretend to be someone she wasn't. If you didn't like her, she didn't care. She quite simply didn't give a damn what anyone else thought of her. Dean was glad that Sam had chosen her to talk to.
After a long night of eating, laughing, and flirting with Parvati Patil (who giggled and blushed at the slightest compliment) Dean was tired, and decided to make his way to the Gryffindor dormitory. He waved at Sam, and then found his way through the maze of corridors and staircases with his best friends Bobby Singer and Jo Harvelle.
They finally got to the common room, and ejected a couple of timid second years from the comfiest armchairs (earning themselves reproachful looks from Hermione Granger, the cleverest witch in their year) and began a game of Wizard's Chess, making everyone in the common room jump every time one of the pieces was brutally decapitated. Dean was good, but Bobby was better, and he won every game.
After a couple of hours of this Dean yawned and announced that he was going to bed. He made his way up the stone staircase and entered the familiar room with the four poster beds and red drapes hanging from the wall. This sure beat the crappy motel rooms that Dean had stayed in for the first ten years of his life.
It had been a long day, and Dean couldn't be bothered to change into his pajamas. He collapsed onto his bed fully clothed, and was asleep almost instantly.
Dean sighed as he made his way towards his first lesson of the year. Potions was such a terrible way to start what Dean had hoped would be a great year. At least this time they were with the Ravenclaws, and not the Slytherins. Professor Snape had taken so many house points away from Gryffindor last year that he had lost count.
He looked at his watch and realized that he was already two minutes late; He swore and sped up, hurrying to the dungeons.
He sighed again when he saw the black greasy hair, sallow skin, and hooked nose of Professor Snape stood outside of the door with a nasty smirk.
"Well Mister Winchester," he drawled "You're late. That's not a good way to start the year now, is it? What kind of an example is this to our new first years? Ten points From Gryffindor."
Dean wanted to punch the smirk right off of his face (and he knew he could because he had dealt with a lot worse than a sarcastic teacher), but he had learnt the hard way that is was best to not rise to the bait.
He rolled his eyes and pushed his way to his seat; he flung himself down next to Bobby, who was staring at Charlie Bradbury, the cute red head that Bobby had had a crush on since third year (although Dean knew that Bobby didn't have quite the right equipment for Charlie's liking).
Dean glanced around, seeing if there were any new faces. His gaze fell upon a boy that he had never noticed before; the boy was wearing a blue Ravenclaw tie, and his robes looked worn. He had black hair that only made his pale face look paler, and his bright blue eyes stood out on his face. His cheekbones looked sharp enough to slice salami! Dean was straight as a pin, and even he had to admit that this boy, whoever he was, was beautiful. For some reason he looked like he wanted to blend in with the wall and not be noticed. He looked lost in thought, and didn't notice Dean staring at him.
"Today you will be attempting to make a concoction named the Draught of Living Death." droned the voice of the sadistic teacher at the front of the classroom "Those of you who succeed in creating an acceptable potion will each earn thirty points for their house. Work in partners. Page 142 of Advanced Potion Making. Go."
An excited murmur ran through the class; they had never attempted anything this complicated before!
Dean looked around for Bobby, but he was already making his way over to Charlie. He scanned the room for Jo and saw that she had partnered with her sister Ellen who was in Ravenclaw. Who was Dean supposed to go with? Bobby and Jo were really his only friends in his house. With a sinking feeling, he looked around and saw that everyone was pairing up.
"Um, excuse me." said a timid voice from behind him. Dean turned around and was surprised to see the beautiful boy talking to him. He was even more good looking up close, and Dean's breath caught in his throat. "Everyone else already has a partner," he continued "So I was wondering if I could work with you?" the boy looked apologetic, as though no one in their right mind would want to work with him.
"Yeah, of course." Dean replied (probably a bit quicker than was necessary). The boy smiled and looked relieved. He flung his bag on the floor beside the vacant seat next to Dean; He then sat down, opened his book and began to read. It was only then that Dean realized that he didn't know the boys name.
"I'm Dean, by the way." he said, stretching out his hand for the boy to shake.
"I'm Castiel. Castiel Novak."
