Summary: Dean and Castiel's first meeting and Dean's stupid attempt at smoking.


The first thing that Castiel saw when he woke up was the galleon. Yes, it was cheesy as Hell but no one could see through the curtains anyway. He almost dropped the coin when he noticed a change at the rim. Dean had not only imitated the coin from Hermione Granger's, he had made it better. There were words rolling again and again, like at the bottom of a news channel.

'Wanna meet at the Astronomy Tower tonight around 8?'

He frowned. Was this message really for him… Or someone else. Did Dean even have another galleon? He looked around the galleon for screws or something to write a message himself.

He noticed the rest of the message then. 'Just speak into the galleon, Cas.'

He had no doubt after that that the message was for him. He tried to hide the smile on his face. He felt pride at the thought that Dean had managed such a complex spell. It must have been a number of spells, though.

"Hello, Dean," he whispers into the galleon. "I would love to meet you there."

He takes the galleon away from his mouth to check his message. It worked better than the voice recognition in most of technology. Way better. Which translated roughly to that the message was exactly what he had said. A green light shone at the right side of the rim and a red on the left side. Shrugging, Castiel pressed the green one. A short 'ping' sounded indicating that the message had been sent. Castiel stared at the amazing contraption. He'd have to tell Dean that he was a genius.

Castiel spent the entire day quivering with excitement at the thought of meeting Dean later. Chuck, his best friend in class, hit him over the head with a book thrice to get him to pay attention to what the teacher was saying.

After a rather long and boring class of Divination taken by Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, the only class ever to be taught by two teachers together, they were finally done for the day. Castiel sighed, happily, almost skipping to his dorm.

He was happy even through writing his twelve inch Potions homework. In his fourth year, Balthazar had written a detailed paper for the Hogwarts Journal about when old wizards would face imminent death in reference to Professor Slughorn. He still wondered why he had just barely scraped passing marks in Potions that year and, well, the next. Lucifer still laughed at him about that.

Castiel had had dinner by seven thirty, his legs quivering nervously under the table. He was sitting, facing the Gryffindor table where he could clearly see Dean sitting with Garth, even though he was in Hufflepuff, and Sam, even though he was in Ravenclaw. Castiel itched to sit there beside him. The exact order of sitting according to your House had ended years ago. Everyone sat with everyone, which meant that the Ravenclaw table was called the Angelov table, since it was the no man's land for both Michael and Lucifer and there were more Angelovs in Ravenclaw than in Hufflepuff, much to Balthazar and Castiel's chagrin. Samandriel was quiet, the one in first year and in Hufflepuff with no say in the matter. Gabriel and Lucifer tried hard to get the Angelovs on the Slytherin table. They felt that it would turn Michael.

"Cassie, stop shaking the table!" Gabriel complained.

"I'm sorry," he said, getting up quickly as he saw Dean get up from his table.

"It's alrigh', you can still sit," Gabriel enunciated over a mouthful of food.

Dean leaned over the table and whacked Sam over the head and pulled his Ravenclaw scarf a little probably threating jokingly, sitting down promptly after that. Castiel sat down too. Gabriel grinned at him, as he reddened.

Lucifer smiled conspiratorially at Castiel, nudging him in the ribs.

"What?" Castiel whispered, venomously.

"Nothin'," Lucifer replied, cutting a perfect square of the chicken with his fork and knife.

There were only two people on their table who bothered to eat with etiquettes and most days they hated each other enough to slit each other's throats. There was an ongoing bet of who would end killing first. It was almost as heated as when Harry Potter and Voldemort(everyone said it openly now)'s duel had been.

Dean got up again. Castiel waited for him to show signs of leaving. When Dean swung his bag over his shoulder and saluted Sam with a grin, Castiel scrambled to get off the bench, almost tripping for his effort.

He loses sight of Dean at the door, as he very chivalrously waits for five very giggly Ravenclaw girls to enter. He huffs as one of them pinches his ass cheek.

Almost flying up the stairs of the Astronomy Tower, he pants, climbing the last step.

Dean laughs, turning to look at him. "Might wanna cut back on those carbs, Cas," he says, the nickname falling easily from his lips.

Castiel decides he likes it. He smiles at Dean and walks slowly towards him. Dean is standing a few feet away from the railing. Castiel throws his bag to a side and leans over the edge. Dean pulls him back, a little protectively.

On Castiel's eyebrow raise, he laughs a little embarrassedly. "I'm scared of heights."

Castiel grins. "I'm not. Besides you can't fall off of these." He demonstrates by holding his hand out. It hit an invisible barrier. "They put these up almost twenty years ago. Something, provided it's good, can come in but nothing can go out."

Dean takes a hesitant step forwards. Castiel holds his hand out for him. He smiles and takes it, letting himself be pulled forwards. Castiel holds out their joined hands and makes Dean touch the invisible wall.

"What if it's bottomless?" Dean asks, shivering a little.

Castiel strengthened his hold on Dean's hand and trailed them down along the wall and then, through the spaces in the railing and to the bottom where their feet were. Castiel loosened his hold on Dean's hand, even though he didn't want to let go. Dean smiled and squeezed his hand before letting go.

"I got these cigarettes as payment from a guy," Dean announced, taking one out from a pack. "And this lighter from another guy."

He lit the cigarette which instantly lighted out.

"Strict no drugs policy," Castiel says. "Initially, they used to have these giant hookahs at the corners of the Great Hall. One per house. But then, I guess the founders got down from their high and realized how fucked up that was."

Dean gave him an amused look before lighting another. It lighted out too. One by one he lighted out each cigarette until the last.

"Hope it's my lucky charm," Dean said, grinning.

Castiel rolled his eyes and looked out at the grounds.

"Holy shit!" Dean shouted, reeling backwards and falling on his ass. "The little shit burnt my lip," he said, hysterically, holding a finger to his lip.

Castiel bit his lip to hold back from laughing as he kneeled in front of Dean. He pried Dean's fingers away from his lip and replaced it with his wand. He could use spells without saying them already. He had practiced all summer with Lucifer and Balthazar. He flicked the wand. A thin gold string of light roiled around the burn.

Dean hissed and ran a finger over the healed area. It tingled. Belatedly, he realized that the intense blue he was staring into was not the sky. It was Castiel's eyes. They were much too close. He wanted to push away. He should push away. Castiel was squinting at him.

"Dude, personal space," he blurted out instead.

Castiel immediately stood up. It was so fast, Dean expected him to get a brain freeze. "My apologies," he murmured, nodding and leaning against the balustrade again.

Dean huffed a breath and followed Castiel up. He stood beside him. "You forgot to mention that it's a strict no drug policy."

Castiel laughed slightly. "I did mention."

"You didn't!"

"I did, Dean."

"Fine, man. If that's what makes you happy."

"I should burn your lip again and see you explain that to Madam Pomfrey."

"Low blow, man. Low blow."


Notes: I know the chapters are really short but I'm compensating for my writer's block. You see kids, I have their entire fic already written(not betaed and I know there are mistakes, especially with the tenses) but I'm having trouble completing the chapters of my other two monsters. Halfway through the third chapter of Three Men and Shit We Got A Kid Sammy.