A/N : Wow, this idea has been going through my mind for weeks, and it has taken me around a month and two books full of scribbles and drabbles for me to be happy with a storyline, and I'm still not sure where this is going!

I wanted to thank you for the reviews I've got already, I hope you lovely guys are enjoying reading this as much as I am writing it! I will try and get each chapter up weekly, but I have terrible timing and started this when my AS level exams start. My bad.

Disclaimer: None of the supernatural characters belong to me sadly :(

It was official. Britain sucked ass. Dean had come to this very well thought out conclusion after he had gotten involved in two very messy situations in the first week of school, which all involved the same blue eyed Hufflepuff that had seemed to crawl right under Dean's skin.

The first, happened relatively early, after the sorting ceremony on the first night. As if to punish Dean for all the cursing and pranks he had pulled in the past, Dean was to be sorted after the first years. On his own. In front of the whole school.

Apparently, (he wasn't sure whether this was true because, yeah, it was a school for magic but this was fucking ridiculous) they placed a old talking hat on your head who projected all your thoughts to the rest of the students. Dean just hoped that he didn't catch the eye of a hot chick in the crowds. The last thing he needed was for those thoughts to be projected, mostly as he wouldn't be held responsible for any brain bleaching required for third years and under. A memory of the awkward boy in his and Sam's compartment, biting his lip as he continued to read through his book replayed through his mind. He didn't need those thoughts either.

He didn't need those kind of thoughts either.

He walked into the great hall after the tall, stern looking women ushered him in. Dean noticed her smile slightly as he walked up to the door. It was kind of reassuring, it sure made him feel a little less terrified. The first thing he was confronted with was the hundreds of pairs of eyes from the other students occupying the hall for the feast, all looking at him expectantly. He almost took a step back. Almost.

Gathering up his courage, he put up his bravado and walked towards the end of the hall, towards the table that faced him. On this table sat twelve adults, but the one that really caught his eye was the man in the highest chair in the middle.

He was looking down on Dean like a lion about to pounce, yet his face lied to his body language. His well chiselled face was hidden under harsh stubble, the Sam colour as the flowing locks of brown hair hidden under the black hat that shadowed his face. From what Sammy had told him, he guessed that was Headmaster Shurley. The man who allowed Dean and his brother to transfer from Salem.

Dean managed to ignore the eyes of the onlookers and the whispers of newly born rumours and made it too the end of the hall. To his dismay, their was an old battered hat lounging on a stool, facing the crowds. The hat was then lifted by the women who led him in and she nodded at Dean. Taking this as an invitation to sit, he turned to the mass of students at their tables, parallel to each other and sat, taking in the colours that adorned them. Red. Yellow. Blue. Green.

A pair of blue eyes caught his attention from the mass of yellow. Castiel was looking at him from the Hufflepuff table, his head tilted slightly as he watched Dean curiously.

"Winchester, Dean." The voice, laced with a strong Scottish brogue made him jump out of his skin, and Dean held his breath as the fabric of the hat enclosed his head. Dean was so not prepared for what happened next.

"Ahhh, I see. Another Winchester, and I hope the last one. Your brother was hard enough as it is to be placed in a house, you however … I see you are even more difficult"

Dean swallowed loudly as he felt the hat move towards where those blue eyes held his stare.

Please don't. Please. Please. Plea-

"Oh? Is that so. I believe that loyalty and friendship are essential traits for humans. You will never be deserted, or frowned upon. Hmm.

You are intelligent, not through books and grades but through experience, you know enough for the world not to chew you up, but you do not want to know to much.

Oh you are a difficult one. I sense great ambition in you, oh yes an incredible amount. Also bravery, perhaps too much. Hmm, I see. I see."

The hat was silent for a long time, and Dean could feel a hot flush growing up his neck. He physically jumped as a booming roar rattled through the hall.

"GRYFFINDOR"

A huge eruption of cheers and excited shouts filled the hall as the table of red unleashed their excitement. Dean, turning a totally new shade of red, ripped the hat from his head, placed it on the stool and practically ran towards the table, trying to get everyone to stop looking at him.

The only free seat left was next to a girl, Dean's age. Her blonde hair reached the middle of her back, as she turned to talk to Dean, her face changed as she saw his expression.

"Don't worry, as soon as the feast is over, it'll be back to normal."

Dean nodded, "Dean Winchester" he held out a hand for her to shake.

Laughing, the girl grabbed Dean and pulled him into a rib crushing hug. "Jo Harvelle, hope you are more fun that your brother." She replied with a grin.

(-*-)

"Wait, wait. So … actually no, run that past me again."

Dean sighed and ran a hand through his hair. It was 3am in the Gryffindor common room, and after throwing an awesome welcome party everyone had gone to bed, except Dean and Jo.

Turns out, Bobby knows Jo's mum, Ellen, as she works at the same branch of the ministry that Bobby does. Small world.

So, Jo and Dean decided to watch each others backs from day one. Why you ask? Well, because as Jo was the only girl on the Gryffindor quidditch team, the Slytherin's gave her hell for it and also the fact that she didn't exactly go down without a fight. Dean guessed it was a kind of sport for them. So, automatically, Jo's name was put on Deans 'protect from Slytherin douche bags' list, right under Sam's.

Dean rested his head in his hands groaning quietly. When he failed to answer, Jo leant forward slurring slightly.

"So, you're into guys... as well as girls?"

Dean nodded, his face still buried in his hands. Something cold pressing against his forearm made him raise his head. Jo was sat there with a stupidly wide grin on her face and was handing Dean another drink.

"I've always wanted a gay best friend!"

"If you think I'm going to come shopping with you and tell you if your ass looks fat in those jeans then you're incredibly wrong. Your asking the wrong Winchester for that feminine shit."

Jo pouted crossing her arms and glaring at Dean mockingly.

"I'm serious! Sammy always played dress up when we were kids, I was a normal kid who played in the mud, played hot wheels and ate worms. When Sam dragged me to see Tangled in the cinema we got ushered out because he was crying so loudly."

Jo stared at Dean. "Dude, that came out four months ago"

Dean held up his hands with a triumphant grin on his face "I rest my case"

After a few moments of silence, Dean and Jo erupted into fits of laughter. They were interrupted by a prefect. A pissed off, sleep deprived prefect. Needless to say, they were threatened with detention. Not that it ended up that way, let's just say Jo is quite the sweet talker. Making his way up to bed Dean decided that maybe this place wasn't so bad after all.

(-*-)

No. Dean was wrong. So, very wrong. On the first day of school Dean was annoyed to find out that Jo wasn't taking Potions. He was pissed off to say the least, when he finally managed to find the dungeons and see a familiar pair of blue eyes locking with his own deep green.

Just fucking peachy.

"Winchester?" Dean's attention was stolen from Castiel long enough to realise who was addressing him. The professor looked down at Dean with a smug smirk on his face. Dean came to the immediate conclusion that he was a dickhead.

"Well, if you're anything like Sam at potions, we'll get along fine." He absent mindedly flicked a hand towards Castiel and turned back to the instructions on the board. "Sit there, and try not to melt the cauldron this time Novak, let's try and stick with one incident a week shall we?"

Castiel flushed a deep reed colour and nodded quickly before looking down to the desk, reading through his notes. Dean sighed over dramatically and sat down next to him. Well, if they were like this all year, Dean might as well try and be social.

"Hey Cas, what did I miss?"

Castiel stared at Dean, his head tilted slightly to the left, almost as if Dean was a difficult puzzle that he couldn't quite work out. Dean squirmed underneath his gaze, and coughed dramatically.

"You missed the introduction of Amortentia."

"I thought that didn't start until 6th year? I mean-"

"They changed the syllabus" Cas cut him off, shushing him with his hand as the professor began talking about the love potion. Dean was almost enjoying himself, he had always enjoyed Potions and Defence against the Dark arts as they were his best subjects, until he noticed the potion turning blue.

"Dude, what did you just put in?"

"Uh, essence of Wormword."

"Did you stir it three times anti-clockwise before you put it in?"

"..No"

Dean groaned "Nice one douche. You just ruined it."

Castiel frowned at Dean "It was an accident, we have plenty of time to redo it."

with a flick of his wand, the potion disappeared and he handed Dean the scales.

"As I ruined the last batch. You can do it. Just tell me when to stir." he growled.

Dean's eyebrows raised to his hairline as Castiel growled at him. The rough, gravelly voice just dropped another octave and, much to Dean's displeasure, went straight between his legs. So, Dean went to his natural defence mechanism. Sarcasm.

Grinning at Castiel he answered "Will I now? Make me dick."

As it turns out, Dean should have kept his mouth shut. He and Castiel began a hushed argument at the back of the room, and at the end of the class, realised they still had a potion to make. Needless to say, they both got detention which apparently was 'all Dean's fault'.

Dean hated Potions.

(-*-)

The second incident actually happened after lessons were over. Dean was looking for Sam to see if his day was any better than his own. He found Sam in the library. Sat next to Castiel. On the plus side Gabriel was no where in sight, so Dean approached the table.

Sam was the first to notice him approach.

"Dean! So, how was your first day at Hogwarts?" Sam was practically bouncing on his seat.

"Wow, this is a library Sam, respect the rules." Dean teased softly, a grin forming on his face. "Yeah it was okay, Potion's was … eventful." he answered, carefully choosing the correct word. "Then Herbology with the Slytherins and last I had Transfiguration with them too." Dean shrugged. "I always hated Mondays anyway"

He grinned at Sam, knowing he was waiting for Dean to ask. "What about you Sammy?"

Sam lit up like a light bulb, smiling he answered "First I had Defence which was awesome! First day and we're doing Boggarts already!" Dean flinched inwardly as his brother mentioned Boggarts. Sam not noticing, carried on with his detailed description of his day. Castiel however moved his eyes to Dean, he tilted his head in question, but Dean gave him a look.

"Dean? Dean, are you listening?"

Dean turned back to his brother "Of course I am Sammy. So good day then?"

Sam smiled and nodded. Dean should have let it go, but basically raising his younger brother gave him an advantage over Sam when he tried to lie.

"Sam. There's something you're not telling me, and don't lie to me. What happened"

Sam's face dropped. "It's nothing Dean, it's fine."

"It's obviously not Sam, now tell-"

"It was Alistair and Gordon." a new voice answered Dean. All three boys turned to find Gabriel, sporting a shiner of a black eye and what appeared to be a broken nose. His jumper was ripped and he cradled an arm to his chest. Dried and fresh blood oozed out of the cuts on his arm and face. Blood filled his mouth when he smiled. "I dealt with them"

Sam was the first to speak. He had moved to Gabriel's side almost immediately, Dean didn't even notice until he spoke. "Gabe you fucking idiot. You look like you were attacked by a troll!"

Gabe chuckled, gurgling slightly. "Well you are half right, kiddo. I heard what happened with you today so I started hexing Alistair and then Gordon came out of nowhere and beat the shit outta me. Still, he looks a lot worse." Gabriel chuckled again, but winced as the movement jarred his ribs.

Sam shook his head and wound Gabriel's good arm around his neck, letting Gabe lean on him for support. "I'm taking him to the hospital wing, Dean walk Cas back to the Hufflepuff common room for me? They'll be after him next, especially after this."

Dean found himself nodding and glanced over at Castiel, who was sat there in shock.

"C'mon Cas." He pulled the boy up and pushed him towards the door. "Let's go."

Surprisingly Cas and Dean made it to the Kitchens without any hassle from Alistair. "Dean, thank you for escorting me back."

"No problem Cas, the last thing we need is for you to join Gabriel in the hospital wing. Will you be alright from here?"

Cas nodded and smiled at Dean. After a few moments of silence between the too, Dean asked "Well, we've both got Care of magical creatures tomorrow morning right? Can I meet you here before breakfast?"

Cas's smile grew wider and his blue eyes twinkled. "I would like that very much. Goodnight Dean" Cas turned and entered the common room.

Dean smiled to himself, and with the memory of Cas's smile began to walk toward Gryffindor tower. The kid wasn't that bad really.

The smile was wiped off his face however when a shadowed figure was stood there, watching.

"So, more like you're brother than we thought are you Winchester?"

"Alistair?" Dean hazard a guess.

"Oh, so you have heard of me? Well, I've been looking forward to meeting you on your own. I've heard so much about you."

Dean snarled as the boy approached him. He had dark circles under his eyes making him seem older than he actually was, he had short wiry blonde hair and blue eyes. Gaunt, pale blue eyes, the very sight made him shudder.

"What exactly do you want douche?" he spat.

"Oh, I just wanted to see you Dean. You really are quite the specimen you know, compared to Sam-"

"Touch my brother and I'll rip out your lungs."

Alistair smiled, something that Dean really could have done without seeing in this lifetime. "Oh, I don't want Sam. Although Gordon does like to play with him." He moved even closer, his breath clinging to Dean's skin.

"I want you Dean." Alistair moved back from Dean and turned, chuckling slightly "See you around Winchester."

Dean was immobilized, and was only able to move around twenty minutes after Alistair had left. Still feeling his breath on the back of his neck, Dean carried on to the tower, putting the disturbing incident to the back of his mind.