AN: Yay, here's chapter two! Sorry if it feel's like it was rushed, but I didn't have that long to work on it like I originally planned to. I'm not entirely sure how many chapters will be in this fic, tbh. If I stop posting, head over to my ao3- It's I_sin_upon_a_star
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"I've got a plan to get Sammy's attention, Crowley." Gabriel bragged in the Slytherin common room, leaning back against the sofa in triumph. It was short lived as the slightly taller one chuckled, not taking his eyes off the book he was reading.
"Then why are you telling me, mate? Shouldn't you keep it to yourself?" Crowley then glanced up at him, eyebrow raised. "Unless you want me to steal your idea." He teased, never planning on it in a million years.
"Oh, shut up." The dirty blonde huffed, crossing his arms. "At least I have a plan, unlike you."
"You sure about that?" Crowley taunted him, conjuring a cup of tea. "Don't look so cocky, angel." He sipped it easily, going back to reading like the conversation never happened.
"Aren't you the slightest bit curious?" Gabriel teased back in mock hurt, pouting slightly. It earned him a sigh and an eye roll.
"If it'll get you to stop talking, fine." Brightening up, the wizard clasped his hands together.
"I'm asking him to Hogsmeade tomorrow." Crowley paused at that, looking up from his book to give him his attention now. "I talked to Castiel, and apparently he and Dean are going this weekend. I figured I might as well ask Sam to go." He shrugged, and for a split second, Crowley felt a small amount of jealousy begin to blossom. The darker haired wizard brushed it off after a few seconds.
"Have fun with that." Crowley was about to say something but stopped, knowing it would only make it easier for the blonde wizard. Instead, he smirked. "Any plans in particular?" He questioned, ignoring the suspicious look from the other.
"Not much. I mostly want to spend time with him." Gabriel admitted. "I might buy him something and give it to him for Christmas."
"Do you even know what his interest are?"
"I've got Cas. He can help me out." Sighing at the answer, Crowley decided to just let it go. "But seriously. If you're not gonna try and win him over, just tell me. It's nearly been a week."
"I've got a few plans, which I'm not sharing with you."
"I shared mine." Crowley snorted and closed his book. It was silent for a few seconds as they stared at each other, almost as if they were sizing each other up. Finally, Crowley sighed to himself and spoke up after the tense silence.
"Not my fault. Now if you'll excuse me, I have some prefect duties to attend to." Crowley stood up and walked out the room, leaving Gabriel to glare as he did.
"Ass." He muttered under his breath, scowling at the dark-haired wizard. Eventually, he stood as well, deciding to go ahead and look for the younger Winchester. There were three places he would be after all.
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"So, your brother wants to come along?" Dean asked, sitting beside the blue-eyed wizard. "Why?" Cas hesitated.
"I'm not sure why." He admitted. "I think he wants to befriend your brother." Cas said, trying to piece together why Gabriel had been acting so strange lately. "I'm guessing he wants to invite Sammy to go with him." Dean looked even more confused.
"Sammy? Why does he want to befriend Sammy?" Dean looked perplexed at the thought. "I thought they were already friends?"
"That was my assumption as well. I believe he may want to become closer, like us." Castiel smiled softly, causing Dean to flush lightly. "Your face is red, Dean."
"Yeah, it's uh, just cold." He fibbed, flushing more when the blue-eyed wizard muttered something, causing a blanket to appear around his shoulders.
"Better?" Dean swallowed and nodded, fiddling with his fingers and trying his damn hardest to ignore the smile.
"Yeah. Thanks, Cas." Dean gave a small smile in return. "You're the best." This time, it was Castiel who flushed. Only, Dean didn't comment on the red face. "You said your brother wants to go to Hogsmeade with Sam?" At the nod, Dean rubbed his neck slowly. "Sammy hates going to Hogsmeade, though. Especially on the weekend trips."
"I tried explaining, but he left before I could finish." Cas admitted with a frown, chewing on his bottom lip. "He could be getting lonely? He's been acting weird lately…" he carried off, blinking and turning his attention back to Dean. "Which I don't understand. He is one of the most popular Slytherin's."
"Maybe he's getting tired of them all the time?" Dean suggested, thinking over what the blue-eyed wizard was telling him. "He's probably with them most of the time and wanted some new company." Taking it into consideration, the younger nodded.
"That could be a possibility. The only person I really see him with sometimes is Crowley."
"No wonder he is trying to hang out with other people. Knowing Crowley, he probably sassed him or made him feel dumb." Castiel laughed softly, nodding.
"I do like Crowley's company, but it doesn't really match with my brother's personality." He paused, thinking of the odd friendship. Dean nodded, leaning back.
"So, is there anywhere in particular you wanted to go to at Hogsmeade?" He asked, changing the subject easily.
"Maybe Honeydukes. I have a slight sweet tooth." Castiel chuckles, and Dean smiles at the sound. "As does Gabriel." This time, it was Dean who chuckled.
"I think everyone in the school knows about your brother and candy." He teased the blue-eyed wizard, smirking. "Most of Gryffindor thinks he will open his own candy shop in Diagon Alley."
"It would not surprise me, nor my family. He has an even larger supply of candy at home." Cas smiled to himself, looking ahead. "You'll be graduating next year." Caught by surprise, Dean just nodded.
"Hard to believe it, but yeah. Next year will be my last…" It felt so odd to say those words now, especially with Castiel beside of him. Hogwarts had been his home, but it was the people that really made it special. "Then I'll be an auror." He shrugged, glancing at Cas. "Any idea on what you want to do yet?" Castiel nodded, surprising Dean.
"I'm also thinking about becoming an auror, or a healer." Castiel looked to Dean, a small smile on his lips that stole his breath. "I know I have time, but it's always wise to have more than one plan."
"Yeah." Dean hummed, licking his lips. "You'd make a great auror, Cas. You're amazing at dueling. It'd be great to have you fighting beside of me." The other flushed darkly at the words but smiled brighter, looking down.
"Thank you. I have been dueling for a long time, and you are one of the best I've come across. Sam and Crowley are very powerful as well."
"Well Sam and Crowley always have their noses in a book, so they probably know some advanced spells. Hell, Sam is always using some new spell, and I have no idea what it is." He shook his head. "He's always been too smart."
"He is smart." Castiel agrees, thinking about Crowley as well. "Could you imagine if they teamed up?" Dean groaned.
"Either it would be good, or bad for us. They would either become undefeatable dark lords, or great leaders in the ministry of magic." There was chuckling, and the two turned to find Sam behind them, looking fond.
"I don't have any intentions of becoming a dark lord with Crowley." Sam reassured, sitting beside Cas when the other moved closer to Dean, who tried to fight back a flush. "Although, the ministry of magic isn't a bad idea. I should tell him that one day." He grinned, noticing his brothers flush.
"You're not denying that you would team up with him?" Castiel questioned and Sam chuckled again.
"Actually, I wouldn't mind it at all. He's brilliant." It was true. So far, Crowley was top of the class.
"How do you know how brilliant he is?" Dean teased him and Sam just rolled his eyes.
"I'm friends with him, that's how." Sam reminded, sighing softly. "You keep forgetting that, Dean."
"It's not like you really hang out with him that often, Sammy. It's only on the weekends, and even then, you rarely do."
"Or maybe I do, and you're not around." The younger teased. Dean faltered, grumbling something under his breath. "What was that, big brother?"
"Okay, okay. You've got a point. It's not like I'm with you all the time." Dean huffed, knowing his little brother made a great point. "You want to know the truth, Sam? I'm worried about you." Eyebrows raised in confusion, Sam tilted his head.
"You're worried about me? Why?"
"I'm worried you're not socializing enough, Sammy. Don't worry, I get that school is important to you, but damn. I don't want to see you cooped up in that tower, or the library all day long." It was a tense couple of seconds after Dean said that, but Sam offered a small smile.
"I know you're looking out for me, Dean. You're right, though. I should get out more." Dean gave a sigh of relief as his brother seemed to accept his words. Castiel cast a quick spell to see the time and frowned.
"I will see you tomorrow, Dean, Sam. I need to finish some studying for a test." He got up, accidentally brushing his hand against Dean's own. Flushing, the dark-haired wizard quickly scurried off.
"What was that about?" Sam questioned his brother, nudging him with his elbow.
"Uh, not sure." Dean lied, face pink.
"That blush tells me otherwise, Dean." Sam teased him some more, laughing when his brother stood up, banishing the blanket from his shoulders. Dean glared slightly.
"Bitch."
"Jerk."
Both had a small, fond smile on their faces. As they were starting to stand up, a voice called out to them.
"Hey, Sam." Gabriel was doing his best to fight off the wide smile that was starting to form when the taller Winchester smiled at him. "I wanted to ask you something." Interest peaked, the younger looked down at the wizard with blonde hair.
"Sure. What is it?" The shorter seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, not meeting Sam's intense gaze. He swallowed back his fear and looked back up, regaining all of the confidence he had previously lost.
"Would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" Surprised by the question, Sam froze, not sure on how to answer. He couldn't exactly say no, that would be rude and he could already feel Dean nudging him.
"Come on, Sammy. Remember what I said a few moments ago? You need to get out more."
Dear Merlin, why was the voice in his head Dean? That would only cause trouble. Still, he listened to the voice and found himself answering, despite what he really wanted.
"Uh, yeah. Hogsmeade sounds nice this weekend." It didn't, but Sam was already listening to the Dean sounding voice in his head. The brown eyes lit up and the smile widened.
"Great! I'll see you after lunch on Saturday." Gabriel winked and walked off, leaving both of the Winchester's watching in confusion. Once the wizard was out of earshot, Dean glanced at Sam.
"Okay, so what the hell was that?" Dean asked, crossing his arms. "Sam, that was a wink from the trickster." Glaring at his brother, Sam rolled his eyes.
"I gathered that myself, Dean. I was only following your advice about how I needed to get out more." Dean sighed, looking conflicted.
"Yeah, but the thing is, you hang out to have fun. You hate going to Hogsmeade." Sam simply gave a small shrug.
"I'm not going to deny that, but maybe it won't be too bad this time? I mean, I've never really hung out with Gabriel like that before. Maybe we'll have a nice time."
"Are you trying to convince me, or yourself?" Sam bashfully replied,
"Uh, both?"
"Not surprised there, little bro. Next time hang out with someone you really know, or at least do something you like."
"Great advice, Dean." Sam replied sarcastically.
"Hey, it's damn good advice. I wouldn't be giving it if you weren't too nice."
"I'm not-"
"Yeah, you are." Dean cut him off, yawning. "Come on, it's getting late and you'll probably stop by the library." Knowing his brother was right, Sam didn't argue and gave a hum of agreement.
"I'll see you later, Dean." Sam spoke, moving in the opposite direction of his brother.
"See you, Sammy." He called, walking to the Gryffindor tower.
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Something was gently shaking him, mumbling his name softly. Merlin, the sound of whoever's voice it was could easily lull him back to sleep. It made him relax more, but it was the shaking that disabled him from falling back into a peaceful slumber. He yawned and looked up, meeting the brown eyes of a Slytherin he knew all too well.
"It's almost an hour past curfew, Sam." Crowley chuckled, resisting the urge to run a hand through the long hair. It was too tempting to just brush his fingers through the soft looking mane. The taller cursed under his breath, picking his head up off the table.
"I didn't mean to fall asleep." The prefect could tell, noticing the potions book still open on the table.
"Potions?" He asked, picking up the forgotten book and looking it over.
"Sadly. It's my worst subject." Sam admitted begrudgingly, wishing he were better at it.
"Really? It's my best." Crowley hid a smirk, scheming away. "I could tutor you if you needed it?" Sam looked up at him, eyes gleaming with admiration and gratefulness.
"Please?" Crowley swallowed as Sam practically begged, so he nodded.
"I'd be happy to. It's not your fault for not understanding it, actually. Hogwarts hasn't had a decent potions professor in years." He informed, closing the textbook and putting it in Sam's bag. "I'll walk with you to your tower, so you don't get detention." Again, Sam smiled.
"Thanks." He smiled, getting up and walking alongside the smaller wizard. "So, you're not going to give me detention?" Sam teased, smirking when the other chuckled.
"You weren't purposely breaking curfew. Besides, it's not like you were doing anything bad." The Slytherin shook his head, thinking off all the snogging he had to break up. "I'd rather deal with people studying for too long than horny teenagers."
"Do I even want to know what you've come across?" Crowley shook his head, glancing at the other when he wasn't looking, a soft look in his eyes.
"It's even worse when they're from your own house." That made Sam chuckle.
"Merlin, that must be awkward." Crowley nodded, noticing the approaching tower. "What time should we meet for tutoring?"
"We can work out a time on Sunday. If that's fine with you?"
"It's perfect, honestly." Sam chuckled, smiling to himself.
"I'll meet you in the library after breakfast. See you then, darling." Crowley said, turning away and walking off, leaving a flushed Winchester.
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