Better late than never, I guess.

Dean groaned. His mum was going to kick his ass when he gets back home.

The guard was fuming, "You disrespectful little...teenagers," he said, in the lack of more insulting word. "How dare you come in here with your bad accents and sticky little fingers, thinking you can run all around the establishment!"

His thick accent made it difficult for students to understand him. They were giggling subtly at him. He was on a rant about the importance of peace and quiet, but in his rage, he was also spitting all over the place. Castiel subtly wiped a few drops of spit off his cheek. Even Professor Michael had had enough.

"Okay, kids, you've learnt your lesson. Let's go!" he pushed them out of the room.

"Thank you, Professor Michael!" they all echoed.

He raised his eyes, "Let's make sure you don't do it again. Try not to get killed for the rest of the day," he pleaded, but by the time he was finished, Alex had already dragged Dan off.

.

Alex was thinking of all the ways she was going to kill Hayley. She smirked evilly-she was going to smite that soulless ginger.

"Just don't hurt her too badly," Dan commented when Hayley came into their view.

"Don't worry; she's not going to die. Yet," Alex muttered.

Dean gulped, "Well, I'm kind of having fun?" He said shyly, in a questioning tone.

Alex's head snapped around, her hand tightening around Dan's instinctively.

Suddenly, a head popped up between them.

Alex jumped, "Jesus Christ, you scared me!"

"But it's not Jesus, it's me, Matt!" Matt knitted his eyebrows. He was taller than most of the people in the class so he towered over Dan and Alex, too.

"Have you seen Hayley?" he asked with a frown.

"Wait, wasn't she here, like, a moment ago?" Dan asked as he looked around. "Oh shit," he groaned.

"Nobody move a muscle!" Alex whispered harshly.

"Heya!" All of them jumped.

"Holy shit, Hayley, don't do that," Dan wheezed.

"But creeping people is what I do best. That, and well, bringing people together," she smiled proudly and lifted their glued hands. They both blushed at that.

"Don't think you're off the hook for that one," Alex pointed a finger at her. Hayley just shrugged and waltzed away. Matt sighed and followed his quirky girlfriend.

"Shit," Dan muttered, "Where did my earphones go?" He patted his pockets in search for them.

"Must have left them back at the house," Alex mused over as she pulled out her own. The little pocket elves did their magic and the wires have tangled yet again. She fumbled with them for a few seconds but untangling the self-willed earphones was a problem even with both hands.

And then she felt a hand join. Dan seemed to be an expert in this field and knew exactly where to pull and where to push. With Dan's helping hand, they were soon finished and Alex sighed in relief. "Thank you," she said and started putting them in when she saw Dan's pout.

"What?" she asked.

"Can we share?" he batted his eyelashes.

Really, how was Alex supposed to say no to that? Sighing, she extended one earphone to him.

"Sharing is caring, you know," Dan commented.

"Shut up.

.

Dean was chilling with Cas. They were just commenting on some exhibits, when a scrawny boy, about their age, maybe a year older, approached them.

He smiled politely, "Oliver's the name, pleasure to meet you!" He offered a hand that Dean reluctantly accepted. He eyed Oliver suspiciously.

"Uh, hi. I'm Dean and this is Castiel."

"Castiel, you say?" the guy mused over.

"Yeah, why?" Castiel raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, nothing. Just a strange name, 'tis all."

There was a brief moment of silence before the guy spoke up again, "Say, mates, how would you like to have some fun?"

There was nothing in that sentence that didn't disturb Dean. He could hear his mother scream at him and Sam looking at him judgingly. But he went with it because he was bored.

Turns out, Dean was wrong about the guy. An hour later they had finished their personalised tour through the museum. Oliver threw snappy or sassy remarks about the exhibits of his homeland. Every sentence that left the guy's mouth was hilarious. Dean almost peed himself.

"Oh God, I have to tell you, man, this was one hell of a tour."

Cas nodded, "Indeed, Oliver, you have a gift."

Oliver shrugged nonchalantly and smiled.

"Hey, why did you decide to come and talk to us in the first place? Do you, like, approach random guys all the time?" Castiel asked after a while.

"You seemed like you could use a good time. I know how boring school trips can be," he winked.

"Well, I'm glad you were here to help us with that," Dean smiled.

"Guys, we need to head out," Charles said as he passed by them.

"Sure, we'll be right there."

"Listen, if you guys ever get bored, give me a call," Oliver wrote his number on Cas' hand and they recited their numbers to him. After they had said their goodbyes, Cas and Dean entered the number into their phones.

"Who knew we would meet such a guy here. I thought all British were stuck up," Dean grinned.

"Indeed, he seems like quite a character," Cas agreed.

They finally found their way around and joined the rest of the class. It was time to go home. They were all tired but the thought of food waiting for them at the houses motivated them to go faster. Soon enough they reached the Caupona pub and it was time to go their separate ways.

The only problem was that they couldn't. As all the other students slipped away, Dean and Alex awkwardly stood in the middle.

Alex turned off the music, "So..."

"Yeah," Dan agreed.

"Can we just go to my place?" Alex asked.

"Of course, I'd love to go home with you," Dan smiled innocently.

Alex glared at him, "I think Ellen should have some strong detergent, we can use that to unglue our hands."

She noticed Rose in the distance, standing besides Charles. He was whispering something to her that made her blush but she also couldn't fully cover up her smile. Alex smirked at the sight. She tugged at Dan.

"Come now, we don't have the whole day."

.

Meanwhile, Tessa and Hayley had already arrived at Grimmauld place. They had walked in complete silence the whole way. Tessa was still upset about what had happened earlier and Hayley... It was always a bad sign when she wasn't talking. It could only mean one thing-she was plotting something.

Tessa aggressively rang the doorbell at number 12 and shot upstairs to their room as soon as the door opened. The house creeped her out and she had no intentions of lingering on the staircase any longer than required.

"What happened to her?" asked their hostess, a young redhead named Ginny.

"Hello, Mrs Potter," Hayley brightly at her and walked in, "She's just a little upset." Hayley leaned in, "Boy trouble," she whispered with a sincere expression.

Ginny nodded sympathetically, "I've had enough of that in my time."

.

"So, who was that guy you and Dean were talking to?" Charles asked as they were nearing their destination.

"You mean Oliver? He's a guy we met about," Castiel glanced at his watch, "two hours ago. So I wouldn't know who he is, but I do know what he's like."

Charles sighed. Castiel was cool, but he was sometimes difficult to talk to. "Yeah, yeah, that's what I meant."

"Well, Oliver seems to be an amusing bloke. I'm happy to have met him."

A sound of a text message startles them both.

"Hey, it's Oliver, remember me? Are you free this afternoon?"

Charles was peaking over Castiel's shoulder. "Lupus in fabula," he said.

Castiel ignored him, but Charles kept going, "Are you sure it's smart to go out with a guy you met two hours ago?"

"It's not a date, Dean will be there too," Castiel said absently, concentrated on typing a reply.

Sure, where should we meet you?

Oliver replied in a matter of seconds. "Dean's coming, too? We can meet near Big Ben. At 7 p.m".

"That shouldn't be a problem," Castiel commented out loud. Charles shook his head but let it go. If Cas wants to go out with Dean, he won't be the one to stop him. Besides, since Castiel was to be out this evening, it was time for Charles to make his own plans.

.

Hey, Rosey, the text read, I'm bored. Let's have some fun. ;)

Rose shifted awkwardly, playing with her phone. She started to type the reply, and then deleted everything she wrote. Dan and Alex were in the bathroom, working on their hands. And they were loud. Rose couldn't hear her own thoughts. She needed to get out of here.

The Singers' land was huge-she was pretty sure that they even had horses and other live stock and she wanted to go pet them. Although they were further away from the rest of the houses, someone could always give Charles a ride.

Can you get someone to drive you over?

"Stop pushing!" Alex shouted from the bathroom.

"I can't pull it away!" Dan shouted back.

Rose choked on air at the choice of words. "You guys okay?" she asked through the tightly closed door.

There was a crashing sound and a curse. "Um, yeah, we're good. Almost finished!" Alex shouted.

Rose giggled, "Take your time." Her phone vibrated in her lap and she jumped a little.

Sure, their driver can give me a lift. Where's the house at?

She texted him the address and waltzed over in front of the bathroom. She knocked and opened the door without waiting for a reply. Alex and Dan were on the floor and she was straddling him.

"Rose! Don't barge in like that! Dan, stop trying to get away!" she yelled.

"But it stings!" Dan whined.

"If you are done defiling the floor, I'd like to notify you that Charles will be coming over soon. We are going to look at the horses."

Alex jumped off Dan and this time both her hands were free. Dan followed her, a deep blush on both their faces.

"You are free to join us, if you'd like," Rose added.

Alex looked at Dan with a silent question.

He shrugged, "Sure."

"We've got to ask Ellen first," Alex commented.

"Damn, forgot about that," Rose bit her lip, "Can you do it?"

"Fine," Alex huffed.

The trio padded downstairs. Ellen was making pancakes and Rose silently moaned at the delicious smell.

"Hey, Ellen?" Alex started.

"What is it, honey?"

"We were wondering if we could go look around the farm." They all pulled on their best Angelic faces.

Ellen huffed a laugh, "Of course, just be careful. And no funny business!" She raised a finger at them.

.

Charles came shortly after. He swaggered up to the house, skipping every other stair. He rang a bell and a short blond girl opened the door. She raised her eyebrow, "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" Charles retorted.

"I asked first," girl smirked at him and folded her arms.

"I'm Charles Tyler, here by the invite of one and only Rose Stark," he smiled.

"Rooose, your boyfriend is here," the girl shouted and Charles smirked.

"I'm Jo, by the way. Come on in. I think they're in the kitchen, stuffing themselves with my mum's pancakes," she led him through the hall.

"Charles is NOT my boyfriend," Rose said as she entered the room.

"You know you love me," he put an arm around her shoulder and turned her back to where he supposed was kitchen, "Come on, someone mentioned pancakes."

In the kitchen he found Alex and Dan. Charles' face fell a little- he kind of, sort of, maybe hoped to be alone with Rose. Dan was currently standing by the stove, fumbling with a pancake.

"Noob," Charles laughed and took over his place. He turned out to be an expert in flipping pancakes. Ellen had come to see who arrived. Jo asked her if she could go with them to the farm tour, but Ellen forbade her and went about her business again. Jo pouted and went to her own room. Probably to polish her knife collection.

"Where exactly are we going?" Charles asked, swallowing the last bite.

"We're going on an adventure!" Rose said excitedly, as she leaned in and brushed a corner of his mouth. He raised an eyebrow and smirked at her. She blushed, "You had some chocolate on."

"I'm sweet all over. So, horses? A roll in the hay, then?" he wiggled his eyebrows.