YOU AND I WERE MEANT TO FLY

When Dean got onto his broom he felt like everything he'd ever had a problem with was just thrown away. He'd been on the Gryffindor team for a while now, beater, they say one of the best from the house since the Weasley twins. A right bunch they were too apparently, a bit of a legend around Hogwarts. Professor Longbottom laughed off anyone who tried to ask him about them, as everyone knew he went to school there during the battle of Hogwarts, they were never so sure as to what role he played, only that he was friends with 'the boy who lived' and his buddies, and he was in Gryffindor. He wouldn't talk about it though, so they left him be.

Dean mounted the broom for practise, everyone else doing the same. Benny and Lisa, two out of three of the chasers, Dean was sure the other chaser was Rose Weasley, but everyone just called her Ginger. Not that she cared, she thought it was pretty cool. She'd proven herself to be pretty damn good at quidditch and most of the other classes, she even gave Castiel a run for his money. She was brilliant.

The other beater was Tessa. Dean was sure that if she hadn't been such a bitch in the first few years, that they would've been an item by now. They clicked, they talked constantly, and the only females who spent more time with him were pretty much part of his entourage (Lisa wouldn't mind being called that so much, but Charlie and Jo would kill him for saying that, so of course, he never did). Tessa, she was cool.

Their seeker was a new kid, 2nd year, but a hell of an eye on her. Her name was Lily. She was quick on her broom, apparently, according to Ginger (her cousin), she took after her father, who was a bit of a legend in his day. For screwing up at the worst of times and for living through the killing curse as a baby, mind you. There was always such good things said about a certain Harry Potter, but Dean always thought the guy was over-rated. He knew all the stories, but he figured if anyone had been put in that situation since birth, they'd be exactly the same. Still, apparently he was a good enough seeker that his daughter was brilliant.

The keeper, who else but Dean's own little brother Sammy?

It was a great place for Sam, and he loved playing. Just before he got his invitation letter, him and Dean were talking about how he wanted to be keeper, which was refreshing because Sam wasn't one for sports usually. Dean thought he'd end up in either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff at one point during the hat ceremony, sure his little brother was brave, but he was also extremely clever and very caring. He loved others more than he loved himself. Then again, people would say that about Dean. When Sam was called for Gryffindor, Dean cheered. He yelled in excitement, just so he could embarrass his baby brother, and boy did he. The first thing Sam did when sitting down at the table was kicking Dean in the shin. Professor Mcgonagall also sent him a death stare Dean just knew meant 'stfu'.

There was about two subs, Chuck (who preferred to sit on the side) and his girlfriend Becky. Dean was sure she was bat crazy. She sat there just obsessing over Sammy one second and then stroking Chuck's hair the next. He was pretty sure the only reason Chuck joined the team was because Becky made him. Although, it made him laugh, so he kept them on. They joined in on practises at least. Substitutes weren't allowed to be brought on during a game, but it always was good to have one handy for the next game, just in case the other player had an injury that lasted a while. Usually it was Becky taking over for Lisa, the Slytherin team took out Lisa first, mainly because the girl was easily distracted. Dean loved the girl, but he was sure the team would've been better if they'd have put her on the bench and let Becky play in her place. As crazy as Becky was, she was still a hell of a player.

As far as quidditch went, Dean was sure Gryffindor would win again, the rest of the teams sucked, and he meant that in a nice way. Slytherin's team were their only real competitors, and that's mainly because they had Jo Harvelle. As much as Dean loved her, when it came to a game, the bitch was going down. She was a major competitor, and if it weren't for the lack of a team, she would win the tournament every year, but because of her team, (or lack there of), sometimes she had to forfeit, and others she lost because the kids weren't trained enough. It wasn't any other high school movie group were a rag-tag bunch of misfits teamed up and worked their way up to be the best and win, it was literally 'late every practise' and 'don't take in anything they've been taught', as they relied on Jo to keep them ahead. Not to say that Jo wasn't brilliant, in fact the four years they'd been there she'd one over half of her games and one tournament. But Dean had more under his belt, he had the team, the training hours, the talent... The boy didn't really have to worry about winning. And some how, that bored him. Yes, it was great his team could win almost every year, and yes it's great that that contributed to the house winning the house cup, but he couldn't help but feel it would be better if there was actually competition.

Castiel went to watch in the stands sometimes, mainly tournament games, but he would go and stand in the Ravenclaw barracks and be shut in there until one team (mainly Gryffindor) had won. He'd stand with Kevin and cheer on Garth in his games, and Jo in her games (Charlie sometimes joined Kevin and Castiel in the stands and she had this sort of thing for Jo, she'd stare from across the field and be semi-entranced whenever she saw her. That's the only time Cas and Charlie had actually talked, during the quidditch games), and, of course, Mr. Dean Winchester on in his games (mainly Castiel, and only because the rest of the teams weren't worth giving a damn about when he was on, and only because "Charlie said he had to otherwise she'd kick his arse")

But practise, Dean and his team, throwing balls in the air, pretending it could be a real job when in fact most people knew they'd end up working for the ministry as Aurors or teachers or just regular employees getting paid the minimum. He really loved this. These moments on the pitch. Where he could pretend that none of that would happen, he'd be young and happy forever. He was always in the best moods in his practises.

"Winchester!" Tessa yelled, both Sam and Dean turned their heads. "The older one..." She rolled her eyes at Sam, and he turned back and went to take off.

"Yeh Tess?" Dean said, gliding over to her.

"What happened earlier in herbology?" She asked, smirking. "You and your new buddy went a nice shade of pink."

"Shut up." Dean said punching her lightly on the arm. "It's not like that, we were just chatting and sir caught us out. Cas don't like being centre of attention and apparently his embarrassment is contagious."

"Yeh right, Winchester, Mister quidditch captain, top hunk, spends most of his time up in the limelight, embarrassed. Embarrassed because of someone else's embarrassment? Don't think I won't drag this one outta you."

"Honestly Tess, it wasn't anything."

"Riiiggghht..." She shoved him off and signified the start of practise.