"We Like Sports and Don't Care Who Knows"
None of the other classes were rather that eventful, unless you counted the large pile of homework given in transfiguration and a gaggle of ghosts shooting around in between classes. Everyone learned that the History of Magic professor, Delores Umbridge was not to be crossed and looked delightfully like a swollen toad. Dean got into trouble with her already for mouthing off. It had something to do with her impressive camel toe and sulfur smelling classroom. Dean now had detention with her and also now loudly suspected her of being a demon.
The students wandered to their dorms and amused themselves until Ash and Gabriel came running in waving a stolen flier.
"Quidditch tryouts are tomorrow!" They sang in unison.
Dean looked up from the homework he was pretending to do and grinned excitedly. He high-fived Gabriel and danced around the room with Ash. The entire common room was in an uproar. Gabriel and Ash dumped Honeydukes sweets on a table and busted out their greatest prize: butterbeer. Scully, Amita, and Anna rolled their eyes and went up to their dorm so they could study in peace. Jo stayed downstairs with the boys and turned on the radio. When Led Zep's 'Ramble On' came up everyone sang along with Dean leading them loudly into the chorus. He plopped down next to Castiel and put his arm around him grinning wolfishly. Castiel was delighted to find that Dean had a pretty good voice and it took all of his self restraint to not lean into Dean's chest. He began drifting off until he was brought back into consciousness when Gabriel dangled Chuck out the window and the poor little guy was screaming his head off. Just as Castiel was about to march over there to put a stop to the torment, Sam Winchester marched over and started bitching out Gabriel. Castiel was shocked when his older brother actually freaking APOLOGISED to Sam and set Chuck down on a squashy arm chair with the utmost gentleness. Sam nodded matter of factly at him and marched off. He didn't notice the way Gabriel watched his retreating back with interest. Castiel was surprised: every time he had seen that look on his brother's face he had found him with a girl on his arm. He giggled at the idea of the proud Sam Winchester parading around on his goofy brother's arm. First day of school and already sparks were flying.
When Castiel woke up it was still dark outside. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and sat up with a start when he noticed a shape on his bed.
"Cas, you awake? Cas? Cas-"
"Yes Dean. You have accomplished your purpose of destroying my slumber."
Dean laughed. "Sorry man. Hey…um… quidditch practice is today."
"Yes I know."
"I was sorta wondering if you wanted to maybe get in a little extra practice? I can't sleep anyway. We can wake up the other guys and break in that stadium." He smiled shyly at Castiel, who was surprised to see that the normally overconfident Dean looked nervous. He obviously really wanted to make the team.
"Of course Dean." Castiel bet that Dean could ask him anything and he would comply without even realizing he had.
"Great! Get dressed, I'm going to sneak us some breakfast."
Castiel smiled to himself as he watched Dean walk away, knowing that the adoring house elves in the kitchens would give him enough food to feed everyone in Gryffindor tower.
Half an hour later and the sleepy Gryffindors were cramming their faces on the field as they showed off their brooms to each other. Don let everyone try out his brand new firebolt and everyone was impressed by Dean's renovations on his nimbus 2001. No one was as impressed with it as Dean himself and he was the first to start shooting around on his broom. The boys teamed up as follows: Dean, Castiel, and Sam against Mulder, Don, and David. Both sides were equally formidable.
"Jesus Castiel, where did you learn to fly like that? Sweet skills!" David grinned at Castiel.
"Actually, this is the second time I have been on a broom. I believe that I liked them the first time and I find that I still do." Everyone looked shocked at him.
"Damn. Looks like you would be a great seeker. You are pretty small." Don looked at him nodding in approval as Mulder tested the limits of his broom and shot up towards the sky in a vertical angle.
"Get your ass back down here mister Mulder!" Madame Hooch, the hawk-like flying instructor, gave Mulder a steely look until he had both feet on the ground. He smiled brazenly at her and laughed when he realized that he had covered a crabby looking Don in mud from his speedy landing.
"Quidditch tryouts are not until this afternoon. Get back to your common rooms." The boys wandered dejectedly off of the field until they were out of earshot. Then they burst out laughing and had a contest to see who had the beast Madame Hooch impersonation. Dean won by a unanimous vote when he fixed them with a steely eye and barked commands at them.
The entire Gryffindor house wandered down to the field eagerly at the correct time. Nervous contestants gripped brooms and eyed their competition warily.
Dean padded over to Castiel looking determined. "Good luck out there Cas."
"You too Dean." Casteil looked surprised when Dean leaned over and lightly brushed his lips against his cheek. His face flushed as Dean proudly marched onto the field as if nothing had just happened.
Different tests were produced from catching the quaffle to protecting the goal. Poor Chuck could barely stay on his broom and gave up after the first round. He figured he preferred to be a fan rather a player. Don's nose got broken by an excitable bludger but he ignored the injury and beat the bludger with a frightening intensity. No one was surprised when he came away not only with a nose bleeding profusely but with the position of beater. He had actually held the position since his second year and easily made the team. David also worked his magic and the two high fived before pretending to beat each other with their bats. Jo was the first girl on the team as she scored the part of chaser. She was light on the broom and had a wonderful arm. She also wasn't scared of shit. The other chasers were a beautiful tough chick named Liz Warner and the more beautiful Fox Mulder. He grinned and put an arm around each girl and joked about being part of the Charlie's Angel's dynamic. Everyone groaned.
Castiel was amazed when he watched the way Dean blocked each goal with ease. Madame Hooch herself was unable to throw him off his game and when he landed his broom he was positively glowing. He gave fist pounds all around and actually hugged Castiel. Castiel felt giddy when he mounted his broom and attempted to ignore all of the staring faces. He left them behind mentally as he swept into the air gracefully. The first time Castiel had been on a broom it had been easy for him. He had frequent dreams of flying with feathered wings outstretched. He always assumed that he was some type of bird in his dreams. Castiel sped above the ground as he searched for the snitch. Other hopefuls flew around hoping to get a lucky glimpse of the small gold ball.
They all sped around for ten minutes before the snitch made an appearance. Castiel watched it speed around the arena, a glint of gold in the sun. Brooms sped and two fourth years nearly crashed into each other. Castiel caught sight of the ball again as it sped past a stand and then went low enough to hover by Dean. He tore after it and almost took out a grinning Dean. He landed waving the snitch excitedly. Dean pulled him right off his broom in a bear hug as Castiel laughed against his chest, the happiest he had ever been in his life.
"God Cas you were amazing out there!"
"Thanks Dean." Castiel looked at his sneakers blushing.
"We are gonna destroy those nasty ass Slytherins this year!" Dean high fived David as the others came over whooping loudly.
"Yeah you totally cock blocked Hooch out there!" Mulder shouted excitedly at Dean as he gave Castiel a playful punch to the arm.
"Yup we ain't touching balls with those Slytherin dicks out there. Aaand it looks like we got the fastest seeker out there! Hooch told me that no other team seeker caught it this fast."
Hooch smiled around at the new Gryffindor team. "Now that we have filled all of the positions, who is going to be the team captain?"
"I nominate Dean for team captain." Castiel looked a bit embarrassed when everyone looked at him but stood his ground.
"'ight. I'm down with it."
"Yeah, Dean, will you do it?"
Dean pretended to look unsure as the others grinned at him.
"Well the leader should be fearless, and brave, and handsome and tough as hell, and most of all humble. " Jo snorted at him." Dean put one foot on the bludger case with an arm in the air. "Since I'm the only qualified one, I humbly accept."