A/N: This is my first ever Destiel fic, so I hope it's not too terrible. I am the only one who has reviewed this, so all mistakes are mine alone.
This is a Hogwarts crossover.
I will love you forever if you review my little ball of fluff; feedback makes me happier than a kid on Christmas morning. c:
"C'mon, Cas, we're gonna be late!" Dean called from the bottom of the stairs. Cas came stampeding down shortly after hearing his name, trainers untied and Quidditch bag slung over one shoulder. The skinny seventh year was normally very punctual; however, he had overslept due to his excess homework the night before. Castiel Novak liked to get all of his work done the day he received it to make sure he didn't forget to do anything.
"Here-I'm here," he gasped, slightly out of breath from the frantic search that had taken him around his dormitory more than once.
"Well good. Then let's move!" Dean hastily ushered his boyfriend-yes, boyfriend- through the Ravenclaw Common Room and out the portrait hole. They nearly tripped down the stairs of Ravenclaw Tower as the two seventh years rushed to the Quidditch Pitch as fast as their legs would carry them.
Dean Winchester and Castiel Novak had been officially dating for six months, but they had been friends for as long as they could remember. Both had grown up in the same neighborhood, and the pair had discovered their wizarding roots within days of each other. Excited beyond logical reasoning, Dean and Cas had happily shopped for school supplies in Diagon Alley together. Dean's brother, Sam, and Cas' brother, Gabriel, accompanied them, both having plans to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry as well. Sam, Dean, and Cas had gone to Ravenclaw. Gabriel was Sorted into Slytherin. All four remained steadfast friends throughout their years at school together, but there had always been something more between Dean and Cas. Something that connected them on a deeper level. The pair continued spending increasingly large amounts of time together, until one day during the summer of their seventh year, Cas had finally come clean about his feelings. Dean had known for a while that he felt the same way, but he was still taken a bit by surprise. Nevertheless, they officially declared themselves a couple sometime during August. Naturally, their whole year knew by the time they returned to King's Cross Station for the last time. Gabriel had connections.
"Where've you guys been?" Anna asked as Dean and Cas stumbled through the locker room doors.
"Couldn't find m'robes," Cas managed to reply between gasps for breath. Dean nodded as he doubled over, trying to catch his breath. Both boys were in almost perfect shape, but running full speed from the second highest tower in the school all the way to the Quidditch Pitch while lugging their equipment bags had really put them in their places.
"Anyway," Anna continued, rolling her eyes, "we've got a match tomorrow against Slytherin, so let's get training." Captain and team proceeded to change into their uniforms and head out to the pitch.
Cas loved flying more than anything in the world. Well, almost anything. It was a close second to Dean. He loved the feel of the wind on his face, the sensation of falling as he dropped to the ground, and the sense of accomplishment he got every time he scored a goal. Anna had told Cas that he was one of the best Chasers she had ever seen. He took pride in that statement, and Cas tried to live up to it every time he was in the air.
"Ready," Dean murmured, snapping Cas out of his reverie.
"Yep," the Chaser puffed out his chest dramatically and grabbed his broom. Dean chuckled and kissed Cas on the nose. Public displays of affection were often brief and G-rated, but they were also plentiful. Green eyes met blue and a silent conversation was held. It occupied only a small amount of time, but that was all it took to say what needed to be said.
Dean and Cas left the locker room rather reluctantly and met the others out on the pitch.
"Alright," Anna announced. "I'd like to do some drills with the Chasers to practice our scoring with the Bludgers out. Krissy, you just concentrate on working with the Snitch. Beaters, to your positions."
The team collectively kicked off the ground and went to work. Several sweaty hours later, Anna was impressed with the progress that they had made and decided to call it a day.
"Good job, guys," she called as everyone landed. "Go rest up; Slytherin doesn't stand a chance if you do as well as you did today."
Dean headed to the locker room with Cas at his heels. "What say you we go back to the dormitories and clean up, then get a nice lunch and head out to the lake?" he suggested.
"That'd be wonderful," Cas answered, grinning from ear to ear.
When two of the three steps of their master plan were complete, Dean made sure to grab a slice of pie from the Great Hall before leading Cas to their favorite tree by the lake. They settled down with their backs up against the trunk, Dean's arm around Cas' shoulders and the pie in his lap. Cas picked up the fork and began to feed Dean small bites of the pie. It was pecan, Dean's favorite.
"I've got my angel and a little slice of heaven," Dean mumbled in between bites. "It doesn't get much better than this." He finished chewing and leaned over to kiss Cas on the mouth. It was slow and gentle, full of passion and affection. Cas could taste a hint of the pie on Dean's lips, and he smiled through the kiss, enjoying every minute of it.
Cas had to agree. It couldn't get better than this.