Summary: FIRRRSSSTTT KIIISSS!


Notes: SORRY FOR GETTING LATE! I was getting busy and sad and just procrastinating.


"So you really like Quidditch?"

"I do," Castiel said, pointing at another constellation. "Which one is that one?"

"The Big Dipper?"

"Dean, you try that on every constellation. I told you that," he pointed to the cluster of starts on his right. "That is the Big Dipper. This one," he pointed to the one he had been initially pointing at. "This is the Orion."

"Alright, alright! Now take this book off from over my head and let me look at some actual stars."

"It makes me feel like I'm flying," Castiel commented, settling back onto Dean's cloak more comfortably. His shoulder brushed against Dean's who was lying beside him on the Astronomy Tower.

"What? Watching stars?"

Castiel chuckled. "No… Quidditch."

"You technically are flying," Dean alleged, turning his head to look at Castiel.

Castiel turned too. "Yes, but I meant like flying on your own… Uh…"

"Like you have wings?"

"Exactly. Like I'm not bound to this earth anymore."

"What's so wrong with being bound to this earth?" Dean asked, almost sounding hurt.

"Nothing is. I just like being away sometimes," Castiel whispered, swallowing down the want to touch Dean and turned to face the sky again.

"Me too," Dean murmured, the cloak rustling as he turned his head too.

"It's ten," Castiel whispered, sleepily.

"They have every Goddamn spell except the one to check if students are out of bed," Dean replied.

"I think they expect us to."

"Be out of bed?"

"Yes. Also, I think it's a tribute to Headmaster Dumbledore by Headmaster McGonagall."

"Makes sense," Dean said, shrugging. "Hey, you think McGonagall had a thing for Dumbledore?"

Castiel raised himself up on his elbow to look at Dean. "Professor Dumbledore was gay, Dean."

"Well, I'm talking about 'Professor' McGonagall, not Dumbledore," Dean huffed, indignantly.

"No!" he scoffed. Castiel scrunched his nose slapped Dean's shoulder.

Dean snickered and Castiel hit him again when he realized that Dean was joking. Castiel lied back down, a little closer to Dean, in some twisted sort of retaliation. He was pleased when Dean didn't shy away.

"Who do you think is gay?" Dean asked, slowly.

"I'm not the most social person, so, I only know about six people."

"Yeah? Who?"

"Lucifer, Harry Spangler, Ed Zeddmore, Andrew Gallagher, Richard Roman and," he paused to scratch his nose. "I."

The cloak rustled as Dean turned to look at him. Even without seeing, Castiel knows that Dean's eyes are wide. He reddens under the observation. He makes to get up.

Dean catches his wrist. "Hey," he said, his voice huskier than before. "Don't… Don't go anywhere."

Castiel took a peek at him. His eyes were wide and accepting. More than accepting, he realized as Dean swam into view, closer than he had ever willingly been.

"Dean…" It's a name, but Castiel says it like a prayer.

Dean smiled nervously and leaned in further, their lips just a few inches away. Castiel realized that he can move too. He rested his forehead against Dean's, still not kissing. Their breath mingled. Castiel's seemed sweet and pure while Dean's seemed sharp and heated.

"Seven," Dean whispered against Castiel's lips.

They didn't know who made the first move but they were kissing and Dean was licking Castiel's lower lip.

Castiel angled his face and opened his mouth. Their tongues entwined and time stood still for the two boys kissing under a starlit sky.

"I'm so failing my Astronomy quiz," Dean whispered against Castiel's lips.

Castiel huffed a laugh and pulled away to look at Dean. "Sit with me," he murmured.

Dean smiled and nodded. "Make sure I won't fail?"

"I'll try my best. We still have tomorrow night."

"I hate Astronomy."

"Just the last year."

"And the O.W.L.s… Will you tutor me?" he asked, hopefully.

"Of course," Castiel said, cupping Dean's cheek.

Dean smiled, shyly and ducked his head. Castiel's grin widened. It felt as though it would split his face if it grew any wider.

"It's almost eleven," Dean murmured, fretfully, getting up and holding a hand out for Castiel.

Castiel grabbed Dean's cloak from the ground and took his hand. Dean shepherded him towards the stairs. He stood with his foot hovering over the top step a moment, before he turned around and hugged Dean tightly. Though surprised, Dean hugged back almost instantly.

"Seven's a magical number," Castiel whispered, pulling away.

Dean huffed a laugh and followed him down the stairs, slowly. They tiptoed through the corridors. Dean dropped Castiel to his dorm door and left with a good night kiss. Castiel smiled as he watched his back disappear into one of the many secret passageways.

He got in after answering the door. Padding over to his bed, he entered inside the curtains. The galleon was glowing dully, on his bedside table.

'Good Night' it read. Castiel whispered a good night into it and fell asleep with a huge smile on his face.

It was the evening before their third O.W.L.. It was harder to get inside after curfew so they had to return to their dorms by nine this time.

"I'm going to fail, Cas," Dean was saying, stomping around the lake.

Nobody liked to come out this time of the year. Everybody was inside, feverishly swallowing down information.

"Dean, sit down with me, please," Castiel said with infinite patience.

Dean instantly stopped pacing to look at Castiel. Castiel put the books beside him on the ground and held his hands out for Dean. He took them and sat down between Castiel's knees. Castiel wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his back. Dean drew into himself and cuddled Castiel.

"Dean, it'll be okay. I have taught you everything I know and you've learnt well. Alright? I quizzed you before lunch and you answered all questions correctly. You'll do fine. Stop worrying," Castiel murmured, calmly into Dean's ear.

Dean slumped into Castiel and murmured a thanks against his shoulder. Castiel kissed the side of his head and kept them together for what seemed like hours.

"It's half past eight," Castiel sighed.

"Let's go to the Tower?" Dean asked, hopefully, looking up at Castiel through his long, long lashes.

Castiel tipped Dean's head and kissed him deeply. "You need to get to bed early. We have an exam tomorrow."

Dean groaned and took back his abode in Castiel's neck, breathing him in. He mumbled something against Castiel's neck that sounded suspiciously like 'I wanna go home with you'.

After another two minutes, Dean finally got up, grumbling about the insanity of it all.

Filch hissed at them when they got in fifteen minutes to nine. Dean rolled his eyes at him. He pulled Castiel closer to him by throwing an arm across his shoulders.

"Thank you, Cas," he said, stopping at the door to the Ravenclaw house.

Castiel looked around, dancing on the balls of his feet and then kissed Dean before he could resent. Dean smiled at him, touching his lower lip thoughtfully.

"Best of luck, Dean."

"You too, Cas. Night."

"Good night, Dean."

Castiel looked at him take the long route to the Gryffindor Tower. He had enough time. He didn't turn around until Dean vanished from view after one last, lingering look at Castiel.

"Who's that boy you kissed?" the door asked Castiel.

"Dean Winchester."

"Do you like him?"

"A lot," Castiel answered without lag.

The door swung open. Castiel huffed a laugh and patted the old wood.

'You'll do well. I have faith in you.' He told the galleon before falling asleep.