Well, this is what happens when you've been watching HP and you ship Destiel. So I'm going to be updating these in small parts, as you can see, and I hope you like. (: The italics are sometimes portraying thoughts. All credit for the Hogwarts and Supernatural things go to whoever made it, along with the characters that are theirs, something, something, more legal stuff. Enjoy.
Oh, and the picture I used as a cover for this story is by Inversidom-Riot on DeviantArt. I couldn't really find a pic to match the story, but in the artist's picture Dean has a slightly red and gold scarf and Cas has a blue and bronze looking one. So I chose that one.
"Dean, can you walk me to Charms class? Pleeaaasse?" A pretty black-haired girl pressed herself into the guy next to her. "I promise to pay you back double for it." Her deep brown eyes stared with lust at the boy next to her, who scooted away slightly, or at least as far as he could in the crowded compartment.
"Nah, my dad doesn't want me to be late on my first day. 'There'll be hell to pay' if I am." His voice was deep and gruff as he ran a hand though his hair. Dean was a handsome and attractive teenager, looking around eighteen blond hair and deep hazel-green eyes. He had some blond scuff framing his jaw, which he scratched in boredom.
He was surrounded by girls in his compartment, and was trying to reject some bothersome girl when a brunette popped in. Impossibly blue eyes met his hazel-green ones curiously. Dean sat back, disappointed when he realized it was a guy. A very pretty guy though. His long, dark eyelashes fluttered as he looked around the compartment.
His voice was calm and quiet, though a bit less deep than Dean's. "Excuse me, do you know where the Dark Arts teacher is located on this train?" His voice was one of those gravel-types, making the girls look up and examine the stranger.
Dean eagerly spoke up, desperate to get away from the girl glueing herself to his side. "Oh, I'll show ya'. I need to put on my robes anyway." He got up and led the brunette down the aisle of the train, patting his back. "Whew, thanks man, you saved me back there."
"Oh? And how did I save you?" His blue eyes looked curiously at Dean, unbelievably cute as he inclined his head slightly.
Dean coughed before replying, "Well, I was in a sticky situation."
The brunette looked even more confused. "How can a situation be 'sticky'?"
Dean looked at him closely, squinting his green eyes. "Dude, those girls were coming onto me." Dean gave him a "duh" look and stopped to check inside a compartment filled with rowdy guys messing around and being loud. Little fireworks cracked and exploded colors in the air.
The brunette watched as Dean looked around and finally nodded at one of the guys, a ginger sitting by another ginger who looked exactly like him. Dean heard the brunette behind him mutter something quietly like 'Oh, twins. How interesting.' He smiled before exclaiming over the noise, "Hey, Fred! Do you know where Lupin is?"
"Oh, yeah, near the front, to the left-AND I'M GEORGE, MY FRIEND!" The ginger threw his hands up but was smiling as all the others sitting around him and his twin laughed.
"Thanks, man." Dean saluted him and walked away, the ginger calling after him, "I was joking! I am Fred! At least I think so!" More laughter followed.
The brunette followed after Dean, looking around with interest at everything from the candy trolley to the magic being performed by students on the train. Dean took in his appearance out of the corner of his eye. He wore a beige trench coat over a white tux-shirt with a black vest over it, and his pants were black and dressy, like he was going to an interview.
The guy's face and actual body were a whole different level of gorgeous. His pale face was serious and seemed to be forever set in a frown, like he was thinking very deeply about something, and his deep sea-blue eyes watched everything as if he were taking information from them and making note of it. Although he had a very...dire demeanor, his outward appearance radiated such a natural calm that it made Dean feel easy around him. His hands were fidgeting with his fingers, and Dean was transfixed with his pale and delicate they looked. You don't usually describe a guy as delicate, but it just seemed like the word to describe how he moved. Like he was aware of everything around him and didn't want to break anything. Extremely gentle.
"The girls were in their seats though."
Dean blinked. "What?"
The brunette turned back to him, staring him down with his unnerving blue eyes. "You said that they were 'coming onto you'. It looked like they were sitting down though."
Dean looked at the guy, trying to see if he was messing around, but was only met with innocent and questioning eyes. He sighed. Probably a foreigner. "I mean that they wanted me, like, as in 'desired me'? But I," he put a hand on his chest, "didn't want them. It was a figure of speech/"
"Ah, I understand now. Thank you...?" He frowned, then looked at Dean, inquiring for his name.
"Dean. My name's Dean Winchester," he stopped at a compartment and knocked before putting his hand on the door handle and turning to the brunette, "What's yours?"
The brunette examined him with his entrancing blue eyes. "Castiel."
"Castle?" Dean shook his head. "Wow, parents these days. Well, I guess it's better than Neville Longbottom-Ha." He slid the compartment door open, looking inside.
"Castiel." The guy looked at him, frowning. "It's Castiel."
Dean turned back, grinning at his mistake, and also at Castiel's name. It was so...angelic. "Oh, sorry, Cast-"
"Castiel, You're here!" Lupin got up from his seat and shook Castiel's hands. "It's good to see you, ah-" He looked at Dean. "You can leave now, thanks much."
Dean left, exchanging one last look with the angel before heading back to the changing rooms.
Quite the foreigner...but those eyes... Dean felt a warmth in his chest, but ignored it as two girls walked past him with provocative looks. He has a nice pair of eyes.