Castiel Novak ran into the Great Hall, trying to stuff his clenched hand into his robe sleeve. He knew his hair was a mess and he had a bright pink sock on one foot and a disgusting neon yellow one on the other foot.
His room-mate's hadn't woken him.
Screw you Gabriel and Sam.
He could see them, laughing at him with Meg on the other side of the Hall.
Everyone was already seated and staring at the sixth-year boy with bed hair and a loose tie.
Lucifer and Crowley were wetting themselves on the Slytherin table.
He legged it to Ravenclaw and sat down next to Meg, who sympathetically slid him a mug of hot chocolate.
He smiled his thanks at her, scowled at Gabriel and half-listened to the last of Dumbledore's speech.
Then he clapped his hands and everyone dug into their food.
"Have a nice sleep, Cassie?" asked Gabriel, Sam laughed. Meg glared at them.
"I would've got you but the stairs..." she made a half-hearted gesture and carried on stuffing scrambled eggs into her mouth. Castiel nodded.
After breakfast, Castiel ran back to his dorm and grabbed his books and wand. He pushed it behind his ear, pulled his too-big robe over his shoulder and tumbled down the stairs.
Meg was waiting for him, her eyes laughing quietly at him. He scowled and ran out the door.
"We have Potions." Meg panted as she tried to keep up with him.
Gabriel saluted them as they ran past him and Sam, who immediately looked at up at the big clock, went pale and legged it after them.
As they were waiting outside the dungeons, Castiel smelt something other than the regular slime and decay from the cellars.
"Mm, do you smell that?" he moaned, as he sucked in deep breath after deep breath.
Sam and Meg exchanged a glance, Meg smirking, but Sam looked slightly guilty.
"Cas...?" Sam started to say, but Cas was already pushing through the crowd of excited kids.
He had to find that smell. He HAD to.
Finally, he pushed up by a boy with spectacular green eyes that looked at him with surprise when he hugged him.
"Um, excuse me?"
The boy prised him off him. Cas knew he had to stop, but the smell...
There was a ginger-haired girl looking at him and another brown-haired girl who was just looking at him with disgust.
"Your smell..." he moaned and pressed his face in the boy's neck. Suddenly, someone knocked into Cas and pulled his arms.
"Cas. Castiel, stop!" It was Sam. Cas groaned and tried to punch him, but he grabbed his arm and puled him again.
"No! No! The smell!" flailed Cas. The boy was looking shocked and confused but there was something in his eyes...
"Sam?" he asked. Oh God, Cas almost collapsed. His voice was the sexiest thing he had ever heard...
"How much did you put in his drink?" Sam almost yelled at Meg, trying to wrestle his best friend off his brother.
"The whole flask? That's what Gabe said?" she shouted back. Sam let go for a second and instantly Cas was back in Dean's arms, hugging him with all him might, his nose pressed into the other boy's shirt.
Dean was kind of hugging him back, his arms hooked under Cas' to stop him falling.
"What did you do?" asked Dean, stepping away from Sam who tried to prise Cas away from him.
"Gabe told Meg to put some amortentia in his hot chocolate and she put the whole flask in."
"Amortenia?" Dean started to push Cas away as the younger boy had started, half-undressing him and half-kissing... Licking? Him.
Cas whined and beat Dean gently until he stopped.
Dean leaned down and whispered in his ear: "Um, kid, could you stop? You can sniff me all you want... But that's my girlfriend... I um... I don't, er, swing that... Way." Castiel's heart dropped and he felt numb. Sam tugged him one last time and Cas stumbled back, following him blindly. "Tell Snape Cas' ill." Sam called to Meg.
When they got to the stairs, Sam let go and Cas walked quietly beside him.
"I didn't know you would go after them. I tried to-" Cas held up a hand.
"It's okay Sam. Really. I shouldn't have acted that way, especially not to your brother."
Sam stopped and placed a hand on Cas' shoulder to stop him going off.
"What did he say to you?" Cas glanced up at his best friend's concerned eyes and quickly looked away. His eyes were filling up with tears.
Only three people knew his sexuality: Sam, Gabe and Meg. And he had come so close to revealing it to his whole year group. He was STUPID. And what made him think that Dean would like him back?
Idiot.
"I'm going to go sleep it off, Sam. Bye." and he bolted down the hallway, Sam running after him.
When Cas got to the dorm he flung himself down on his bed and started crying into his pillow.
Stupid Gabe, stupid Meg, stupid Dean, stupid HIM.
After around half an hour, Cas had stopped crying, lying on the bed, staring at the celling.
Slowly the door creaked open.
"Go away, Sam." he croaked. He felt tears coming again.
He blinked them away and turned away from the door. He would not cry again.
"If I'm not Sam, do I get to come in?"
Castiel froze. He knew that voice and the last time he heard it, he had ended up undressing that person.
"I apologise, I would like it if you forgot about it. It was an accident. One of my friends spiked my drink with it." Footsteps got closer until a weight sat down behind Cas.
"Sam explained. He said it was like a soulmate-finder, the smell that attracts you the most is your true love."
Cas' heart stopped beating.
"But you don't like men. And neither do I. please leave me alone." A hand began carding through Cas' still-messy hair. Cas didn't move. He didn't stop him but he didn't encourage him.
"If you were straight you wouldn't have been moaning under your breath about how sexy I was." Dead-panned Dean.
"If you were straight, you wouldn't have held me closer."
Why- how did he get himself into this stuff?
"Maybe I'm not straight."
"If this is a joke of Gabe's or Lucifer's please stop. Make anything up. I don't care. Just please stop." His voice cracked.
Dean sighed behind him. Slowly he lay down behind Cas, not touching him anywhere, but the hand pushing through his hair.
Cas felt a soft kiss land on his neck. His eyes fluttered shut.
"You have a girlfriend." He protested. Dean shifted, propping himself up on his elbow and swapping hands, trailing his free hand down Cas' arm.
"She broke up with me after you left."
"Really?" another kiss landed just below his ear this time. A small shiver ran through him.
"I swear on mine and Sammy's life."
"Sammy?"
"I never said that."
"Said what?"
Dean huffed out a laugh and lay down again, one hand above his head, stroking Cas' hair and the other thrown over him.
"Um, Dean?" immediately, Dean withdrew his arm and sat up. Cas felt blindly behind him for his arm again.
"It's okay, I'll go, it's-"
"No. No! Stop!" Dean paused. Cas sat up but kept his head down.
"My face is disgusting, can…?" Dean reached down and gently held Cas' chin. He carefully forced the smaller boy to look up at him, even when he resisted. Cas was well aware that his face was probably covered in ugly red blotches, tear stains, dirt, possible sweat and his eyes were most definitely swollen and bloodshot.
But when Dean looked at him, his face didn't change as he slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to Castiel's.
Cas almost moan, his teeth biting down, as Dean's other hand came round to cradle his head. He slowly pushed him back, their lips never leaving the others, as Dean dipped his tongue, his mouth working perfectly with Cas'. Dean was positioned over him, his fingers tangling deep in Cas' soft locks of dark hair.
Suddenly, Cas broke the kiss, pulling back, opening his eyes as Dean's eyes opened, concerned.
Cas stared deep into Dean's beautiful green eyes, his pupils dilated.
"Cas?" Cas surged up and wound his hands around Dean's neck, meeting him full on the lips his tongue pushing past Dean's lips.
They stayed there, kissing, their legs tangled on Cas' bed, for another half hour until Sam burst in, after getting increasingly worried by the lack of sound coming from the room.
After entering and taking in the scene, he immediately stumbled back out, his arm coming up to shield his eyes.
His parting words were: 'Use a condom!"
