MERRY CHRISTMAS!
The 'Golden Trio' and the rest of Gryffindor got a good look at Dean's dog when they entered the common room that night. The massive hound barked and immediately went to greet his master.
"Who's a good Bear. Sit," said Dean grinning.
Bear sat and did every trick Dean asked him to, even saluting him on queue. It was mostly for the benefit of the prefects to prove his dog was trained and wouldn't be an issue.
"So where are you sleeping Dean?" asked Harry.
"Dumbledore said that even though I'm a transfer I have to stay in the fourth year dorms. I warn you now, if I get woken up by snoring I will be waking the offender with cold water in the face," said Dean flatly.
As one, every boy in fourth year looked at Ron.
"What?"
"Nothing," said Harry, though he hoped to see Ron's expression when Dean woke him up. Out of all the boys Ron snored the loudest.
Sam took one look at the private Ravenclaw library and the expression on his face said volumes. He wanted to dive right in, but the amount of food he ate prevented it.
"Definitely a Ravenclaw," snorted Cho.
"So do we have to share a dorm or what?" asked Sam.
"Because of the low population, we can afford to give everyone their own room. Just pick a room you like that's on the same floor as the other fourth years," said the male prefect.
Sam went up the stairs and found one that was both empty and had a window. Unlike the other boys, he wasn't that big a fan of sleeping in, and it gave easy access out of the tower. He was out cold the minute his head hit the pillow.
Castiel went into his room. While the boys did share a floor, he was lucky enough to get his own room instead of a double. Having an odd amount of fourth years was a pleasant benefit. Inside his room a pair of intense blue eyes belonging to his alternate started back. The two switched places with ease of practice.
Harry was grinning as he watched Dean lift a large bucket of ice cold water and dumped it on Ron. The red head shot up with a yelp as he was effectively soaked.
"You snore, loudly. Now if you'll excuse me I have to prank the girls before anyone is awake enough to notice me there," said Dean smirking.
"Good luck with that. The girl's stairway is cursed," said Ron yawning.
"I don't need luck. I have Stitch," came Dean's cryptic reply.
They had just finished showering when they heard the first shriek. Dean had long since escaped to the breakfast table before the other boys could out him as the culprit.
Hermione came down fuming.
"What happened?" asked Harry.
"There were frogs in our rooms! Wall to wall frogs!" she said angrily.
Harry fully blamed the twin's influence for what he said next.
"Was Trevor there? Neville said he's been missing again."
Hermione looked like she very much wanted to hex him for that comment.
Castiel perked when he saw Dean. Nowhere in the Hogwarts charter did it say they had to eat with their house once they got their schedules, and Cas had already picked up his copy from Sprout who was an early riser. He honed in on the hunter who immediately split the coffee with him.
Gabriel was the next one down. No way was he missing one minute of chaos...especially since angels didn't actually need sleep.
He grinned at the sleepy Cas leaning against Dean who was drinking his coffee like a lifeline.
"So I heard the sound of shrieking this morning. What did you do?"
"Frogged the girl's dorm," yawned Dean.
"I thought the stairs were enchanted to prevent guys from going up there?"
"First ten steps are enchanted. The walls, however aren't," smirked Dean.
"You pulled a Stitch didn't you?" said Gabriel knowingly.
"Damn straight! I am the undisputed prank king, even that old hound admitted I was more devious than him!"
Gabriel let out a careless cackle.
"So I'm guessing I'll have some visitors in the form of twins later?" he asked amused.
Dean's smile was angelic in response, that only set Gabriel and Castiel off laughing, though with Cas it was deep chuckling. Dean was never sweet and innocent. Not since his father took up hunting.
Said twins walked down, took one look at the angelic looking Dean and overly amused angels and correctly guessed he was the reason they had nearly been hexed that morning.
"How did you do it? We've tried pranking the girl's dorms for years!"
"Next time try bringing up your broom to get past the steps, or ask Harry. The only part that's enchanted are the first ten," Dean informed them.
Suddenly the twins noticed the 'adult' of the conversation.
"So, are you really the Loki?"
"Norse god of pranks," said Fred.
"Fire," said George.
"And all around awesomeness?" they finished.
Gabriel grinned at them, before he snapped his fingers producing a small fireball. The hero-worship in the twin's eyes was hilarious.
"Fred, I do believe our idol has come to answer our prayers," said George.
"Teach us!" they begged.
Gabriel let loose a careless cackle before he swung his arms around them both.
"Come my minions, we have much chaos to produce and not a lot of time to do it~!"
"No chaos before breakfast Lo', or I'll cut your sugar rations," yawned Sam.
"Aw, but Sammy!"
"Yeah, come on Sam, you know you'll be aiding and abetting, if only so they don't go after you by mistake," said Dean.
"Shut up Dean," said Sam.
"So who's your new friend?"
"This is Luna Lovegood. I caught some of the other girls trying to bully her before breakfast. And I know how you feel about bullies, so..."
"Morning," he said to Luna.
The blond cocked her head.
"You don't have any nargles or wrackspurts on you."
Dean paused, then look at her.
"Aren't you the co-editor of the Quibbler?"
"My father owns it," she replied.
"I love that magazine! The articles are a hoot and a half, and most of the time they actually get their facts right about hunting!" grinned Dean.
Sam groaned.
"Isn't that the same magazine you have a lifetime subscription to because the articles love to make jabs at politicians in between making reports about the supernatural?"
"Oh, I read that one too! Don't you guys usually go after people who piss you off the most that week, but do it in a way they don't realize it?" asked Gabriel a little too eagerly. Dean was right, that magazine was hilarious, if you read beneath the bull shit.
Luna beamed at them both. It was so nice to meet actual fans of her father's magazine who could read beneath the joke articles they used.
Sam wasn't that big a fan because Dean liked to annoy him with it. Though he did like the articles. They were funny, if you didn't take things too seriously.
"What's a duffer and a bunch of bookworms doing at our table?" asked Ron loudly. He was still pissed that Dean had woken him up with ice water.
"Okay, who wants to field an appropriate response to that not-so-nice comment?" asked Dean. It was too early and he needed more coffee to deal with that bullshit.
"Oh! Oh! Pick me!" said Loki.
"Alright, the retaliation prank is now on Loki's very capable hands. Loki, please note the idiot red head has a severe case of arachnophobia, particularly if they look alive," said Dean.
Loki's grin did not give Ron the warm and fuzzies. In fact he nearly shit himself.
"What's arach-no..."
"Ask the bushy-haired lion behind you that looks ready to commit murder on my person because some poor idiot ratted me out," said Dean helpfully.
Sam waited for six seconds before he asked "Would you like help holding my older brother down while you hex the living crap out of him, or do you want to give him the false impression of a head start before you and the other girls try to strangle him?"
"Coffee first, then he gets a five second head start," growled Hermione.
Dean took the hint and made sure to grab some fruit.
Inwardly he cackled, because he took off faster than most wizards in the school to class, managing to avoid the hexes shot in his direction in the process.
By lunch time Hermione wasn't the only one breathing hard.
"How the bloody hell is he so fast?"
"He's had a lot of practice. Every time he's pissed off our sister Jo, she tends to bring out her throwing knives. Just because he's got an almost impossible to kill creature and animal form doesn't mean he's a complete idiot," said Sam.
Harry, who had been listening in, had to ask "What's creature form?"
"Think of it like the animagus form, but you have a much better chance of influencing what it is if you get on the good side of something powerful. For example I use mine to get into a long standing debate whenever the mood is too depressing," said Sam easily.
"What long standing debate?" demanded an irate Hermione.
"Duck versus Rabbit," said Sam.
Her mouth opened and shut in absolute disbelief.
"Okay, I'm crying bullshit," she said flatly.
Sam grinned in a manner that would make his boyfriend proud. One minute there was a very tall fourteen-year-old, the next there was a six-foot-tall familiar rabbit with a carrot.
"Eh, you were sayin'?"
"OMG! IT'S BUGS BUNNY!"
Sam found himself swarmed with Looney Tunes fans, and ended up signing countless autographs, to the amusement of his brother and boyfriend respectively.
"And to think, this is before they saw his animal form," laughed Dean.
"I love creature forms," said Gabriel grinning. If it wasn't for that, he never would have discovered Looney Tunes, Futurama, South Park, Robot Chicken and countless other cartoons he had pretty much ignored before Sam introduced him to the greatness that was Bugs Bunny.
Fred and George stared at the American prankster. Dean stared back with an unholy grin that quickly schooled itself into something rather angelic that would only fool someone either completely senile, or a total idiot.
Which meant it would only work on someone as 'intelligent' as Dumbledore. Or possibly Draco.
"What do you have in your hands, and how may we help the master of muggle pranking?" asked Fred.
"Have you ever heard of cherry bombs that stay lit even when wet?"
"I heard the word bombs," said George.
"I caught Myrtle spying on me again, and I wish to remind her that we don't enjoy walking in water that likely has sewage in it. The odds are favorable that we'll force the Slytherins and possibly Snape to use cold water charms because of how old the pipes are and the concussive force. Or we'll fill the Chamber of Secrets with raw sewage. It's fifty-fifty," said Dean.
"So you don't enjoy giving Moaning Myrtle an eyeful?" said Fred, wiggling his eyebrows.
"I prefer my women to be above the age of twenty-one, thank you," said Dean flatly. It meant he could trick them into drinking too much alcohol and it kept him from feeling like a damn pedophile.
"Right. Think Harry will let us borrow the map?"
"Don't need it. I already bribed Peeves last night and told him to keep the teachers busy during breakfast. I also have a nifty time-turner so we'll be our own alibi," said Dean, holding up said artifact. Thank you Loki!
The twins had unholy grins on their face. It was nice to have a compatriot in the same house who could keep up with them. It was even better when Dean dragged Harry into helping because he didn't want to hand over the damn map.
On an unrelated note, the school had to repair nearly all the pipes and a good chunk of the windows from the cherry bombs Dean flushed down every toilet in the second floor girl's bathroom. Filch was pissed, but couldn't blame the twins or Dean and Harry because they were in full view at breakfast setting off minor pranks spells when the blasts went off.
Dean loved bombs.