AN: Alright, so in case you guys don't understand the whole thing with Benny saying he got the letters, he didn't. Dean was so lost in his thoughts about the letters, he was just going deeper and deeper. Benny needed him to snap out of it, so he decided to say something outrageous. Knowing that Dean would get angry and might attack him, he decided to say that he got the letters as well. Sorry if I didn't make that clear enough.
Anyway, I hope you like happy endings. I've thought about many ways to bring this story to an end, but they were all too outrageous and out there. This might not be what a lot of you were expecting, but I hope you still like it.
Dean saw the white smoke surround them all. Even though it was smoke, it was bright like a light. It became so bright that he had to cover his eyes. He put his arm over his eyes and prayed that this was going to work. He needed it to work. If it did, he was going to save Sam. If it was the last thing he ever did, he was going to save him.
"Dean, are you all right?"
Dean slowly brought down his arm which was covering his eyes. He looked around and saw that he was in the Great Hall. Everyone around him in all the Houses were just eating dinner, talking like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.
The one who asked if he was all right was Fred (or George). "Uh, yeah."
Everyone went back to their dinner. Dean didn't bother with his food. He thought back to the spell that Castiel had done. He needed them to be sent back a year and a half, so that would mean that they were around the middle of his fourth year. He looked across from him and saw that Benny and Castiel were just as confused as he was.
"It worked," Dean said in disbelief.
Benny looked at each of them and then around at the other students. "For it only being two years, you two don't look that much different," he chuckled. He was about to open his mouth to say something else, but Castiel had cut him off.
"Yeah, it worked. But we came back here for a reason."
At the mention of why they came back, Dean looked away from them and across the Hall. His jaw dropped. It was him. It was Sam... alive.
He was more beautiful than Dean remembered. He didn't pay attention the last time this happened, but he noticed Sam's head was lowered and Malfoy was speaking to him. Seeing Malfoy spiked up his anger. Dean clenched his fists thinking about all the shit he was going to do to him.
Benny and Castiel looked back and they all saw Malfoy and Sam stand up and making their way out. So, this was why Dean wanted to come back to this point, Benny thought to himself.
Before anyone realized it, Dean rose to his feet and followed after them. Castiel and Benny stood up but stayed put. Dean had to do this on his own.
Dean was ignoring all the stares that he was receiving. He was glaring at Malfoy the entire time. They were ahead of him, but they were not leaving. Dean kept thinking about everything he had learned from reading Sam's letters.
Malfoy and Sam were just about to leave when he stopped them. Dean grabbed Malfoy and spun him around. Not saying a word to Sam, he kept his eyes on Malfoy.
"What the hell do you want Winchester?" Malfoy yelled.
Even though Dean wasn't looking at Sam, he could see that he was staring at his feet. Malfoy was still holding Sam's hand, which Dean wasn't going to tolerate.
"You have something that belongs to me."
"And what's that?" Malfoy asked puffing out his chest.
Dean smirked. He stepped closer to him, and as much as he wanted to wrap Sam in his arms and never let go he had to take care of business first. Without another word to Malfoy, Dean pulled back his arm, and slammed his fist into his face.
The entire Hall was quiet, but Dean didn't care if he now had an audience. As Malfoy fell to the floor, Dean went on top of him. He wasn't going to allow him to recover to relatiate. Dean punched Malfoy again. He remembered that he took Sam's innocence away. He remembered that he beat, raped, humiliated, and tortured him. Over and over Dean hit him, and it seemed like it was going on forever.
Malfoy was losing consciousness, but Dean lifted him up by the collar and whispered something in his ear. He dropped him hard loving the sound his head made when it came in contact with the ground. He stood up and looked around. Everyone, except Benny and Castiel, was staring at him in shock. He still couldn't bring himself to look at Sam even when he was so close. Ever since he found out that Sam had killed himself, he's been wanting to hold him. Now that he was here, he couldn't... not yet.
Then, the entire Slytherin House erupted in screams and yells. He saw most of them drawing their wands ready to attack Dean, but he wasn't worried about it. He may not be able to take on a teacher yet with no wand, but another student... they were no match.
Seeing that the Slytherins were pointing their wands at Dean, Castiel and Benny ran to Dean's side. Once they were ready to defend themselves, Dumbledore took that moment to quiet the students and they did.
Snape made his way down to them staring daggers at Dean. "Mr. Winchester, the Headmaster's office right now."
Dean crossed his arms staring with equal hatred at the professor. Dean turned his back on him and walked out of the hall. He made his way to the Headmaster's office with Snape following behind him. He didn't know if he would get expelled, and after everything he has gone through he didn't care. The only thing he cared about was Sam.
He sighed. Sam's been dead for weeks, and now that he's alive he didn't say anything to him; not even to look at him. He didn't know if he was all right. He knew by the first letter that nothing has happened to Sam yet that put him on his path to suicide, and if he had anything to do with it, he was never going to.
The time the Headmaster gave him his two weeks detention with Snape, he was told to go back to dinner. Snape left when he was satisfied with the punishment that he was given, but Dean stayed behind. He needed to speak with him, and he wasn't going to leave until he got what he needed. When it came down to it, Dumbledore didn't have a choice.
"Professor?" Dean announced as he approached the Headmaster's desk. "I need to speak with you about something extremely important."
Regardless if the Headmaster didn't help with Sam, Dean couldn't do anything to him. He wanted to be with Sam, and he couldn't do that if he was expelled or arrested for trying to kill the Headmaster. He was the only one in the entire school who had more authority than the teachers.
"What can I do for you?"
Dean took a deep breath. Now that Sam was alive and didn't know about the letters, he would have no issue with what Dean was about to do. I'm sorry Sam. "I need a favor, and I'm not leaving until you do it."
"What is that you need?"
"A year and a half from now, I'm going to recieve thirteen letters from someone that I love more than anything or anyone. And I cannot allow that to happen, and I need your help to make sure that it doesn't."
Dumbledore looked at him with curiosity. "I'm listening."
"Okay, this is what happened..."
Castiel watched as Snape followed Dean to the Headmaster's office. He and Benny were talking to each other about what they were going to do. They stopped Malfoy from raping Sam, but they were still going to be in the same House, so there wasn't a lot they could do. It's not like Sam could go to another House, or be guarded all day every day.
Sam stared in awe as Draco was carried to the Hospital Wing by his friends and a teacher. He didn't know why Dean would beat up Draco, but he was glad that he did. He was scared when he was almost dragged down to the common room. He didn't know what Draco had planned to do with him, but he was happy that he wouldn't have to find out.
He saw Dean's two best friends talking to each other near the door. He was a little scared, but he needed to know why Dean would do that. He hesitantly walked up to Dean's friends.
"Excuse me?" Sam said softly.
Dean's friends turned around. "Hello, Sam. Are you all right?"
Sam has never been asked that by someone with so much care and concern. "Yes, thank you. Do you know why Dean would beat up Draco?"
Instead of answering, both boys just smiled at him. When he opened his mouth to say something else, Professor McGonagall called for the students' attention. All three boys turned their attention to the front.
"This has never been done before for many many years, but may I have Sam Campbell come to the front, please?"
Sam's heart skipped a beat the mention of his name. Why did she want him? Did he do something wrong? Was she going to give him a detention? He thought back to the day's events, and couldn't remember ever doing something wrong.
Nevertheless, he made his way to the front. He didn't like that everyone was staring at him as he went to the front. The closer that he got to the Professor, he could see that sitting next to her was a stool with the Sorting Hat. He furrowed his brows. Why would that be there? Don't they sort students at the beginning of the year? Were they having a new student?
He made it to the front, and stood before the Professor. He was motioned to sit, and when he did the hat was placed on his head. What the hell? Why was this happening? He was already sorted. This didn't make any sense!
The hat covered his eyes from view of the rest of the students.
"Sam Campbell, we meet again."
"I don't understand what's going on."
The hat chuckled. "Well, I'm resorting you is what's going on."
"Resorting?! But I'm in Slytherin. Students don't get resorted, do they?"
"They do when they have friends who care about them deeply, and threaten the Headmaster to get what he wants."
"What do you mean?"
"All you need to know is you need to consider yourself lucky, because Dean and his friends never should've survived that jump."
"Jump? What does Dean have to do with this? I don't-"
"When I first sorted you," The hat interrupted, "I told you that your destiny was in Slytherin. I never said you were going to stay in Slytherin, did I? You needed to be put there to bring yourself to this point. Now enough."
Before Sam could say a word the Hat screamed out, "GRYFFINDOR!"
The hat was lifted off his head, and expecting McGonagall to be there he instead saw Dean staring back at him. His heart raced at the sight of Dean in front of him. He held out his hand for Sam to take and he took it. Even though he had no idea what was happening, he was holding hands with the one that he loved more than his own life.
Not too long ago, he was being yelled at by Draco and bullied by the other Slytherins. He was dreaming about the future he wanted with Dean. He was imagining it was Dean that he was calling his boyfriend. Now, he was holding hands with him. It might not mean anything to Dean, but it meant so much to him.
"Why are you holding my hand?" he asked quietly.
Dean laughed softly. "Do you want me to let go?" Please say no, please say no.
Sam blushed and squeezed Dean's hand. He shook his head. "Merlin, no."
Dean sighed in relief. "Good, because I'm never letting go."
Dean escorted Sam to the Gryffindor table. The other Gryffindors stared at them both not knowing how to react to a Slytherin turned Gryffindor. The way Dean was looking at them all, they turned back to their food and their friends.
Benny and Castiel sat in their spots just watching Sam and Dean finally get together.
Dean looked down at Sam, and lifted their hands and gently kissed the back of Sam's hands. He smiled big when Sam blushed red.
"Why did you do that? Is this a joke?" Sam couldn't help but ask. He loved that he was holding hands with the one that he's been wanting since the previous year, but he didn't know what he would do if this was all some cruel joke.
Dean nodded down at Sam. "You're right."
Sam looked down frowning. He was right. Dean was just messing with him. He knew he was really in Gryffindor, but Dean didn't like him back. He was just being toyed with. He didn't know how Dean knew about his feelings. It didn't matter. He was just going to have to suffer being in the same House as the one he loved who didn't like him back. He pulled his hand away, but Dean held on tighter. Sam looked up at him confused.
Dean cleared his throat, and turned his body to face Sam. "My name is Dean Winchester, and I've been in love with you for three years."
What? Sam didn't understand why he would say that. He's only been at the school for a year and a half. Does Dean not know how old is he?
"I've only been here for a year and a half."
Dean smiled. "I know. I'll explain another time. Anyway, would you like to go out with me?"
Sam gasped. Did he really just say that? Please, Merlin let him say that. "What?"
"Would you like to be my boyfriend?" Dean said again more slowly. "Possibly be mine forever."
"What about Draco?"
Dean clenched his fist in anger at the mention of that dick's name. "Forget about him. You're mine, and no one is ever going to have you. I'm only making it official."
Sam blushed even more. He was really hoping that Dean was being truthful about this. "Okay, yes."
"Say it. Say your mine," Dean ordered happily. "Say I'm yours."
"I'm yours, and you're mine." Yes! Sam finally got to say those words. He loved the sound of them coming from his mouth.
"Forever."
"Forever." Sam would agree with that for as long as he lived.
As the students finished their dinner, they were making their way to their respective House. Just like Dean had promised, he never let go of Sam's hand.
Dean had to finally let Sam go, becaue he needed to be shown his new bed and go to sleep. Sam stared down at his new bed, and was about to sit down when Dean called attention to the others.
"Alright, listen up. Sam's going to be in Gryffindor now, and he's going to be sleeping in here. If he tells me that any of you were hurting him in any way, and I will find out, I'll make the rest of your years here a living nightmare. You all think Snape is terrible, think again."
Sam was touched at the protective nature Dean felt toward him. Please don't let this be a dream.
Dean walked up to Ron and Harry, and whispered something that only they were able to hear. By the scared looks on their faces, he knew it wasn't good. He grabbed his pajamas, and went to go change. Expecting to come back with Dean gone, he was surprised and happy to find him waiting next to his bed.
"You didn't have to do that," Sam said shyly.
Dean shook his head. "Of course I did. I'll see you tomorrow." Dean made his way out.
Sam climbed into bed, and looked up when Dean came back. "Is something wrong?"
Dean smiled and leaned in close. "Forgot something."
Sam watched him closely as Dean's lips got closer and closer until finally their lips touched. He was never kissed before by anyone, not even Draco with so much care and love. Dean's lips were soft and tender. Sam wanted to stay in this position forever.
They parted, but Dean didn't back away. Whispering softly against Sam's lips, "I don't want to live without you. I love you, Sammy."
Sam wanted to say it back, but he couldn't get his voice to work. Dean stared at him for a few more moments, and then took his leave.
"I love you too."
Dean had made it to his bed with the other fourth years. He had almost went to the sixth year rooms, but remembered that he wasn't a sixth year yet. He didn't bother with a shower. He was too tired, and just wanted to go to sleep so he could see Sam in the morning.
"Hey, are you okay?" A voice said to the side of him.
Dean turned his head and saw Benny staring back at him. He smiled thinking back to the kiss he shared with Sam. "No, I'm not. I'm terrific. I'm the happiest I can be, and the great part is... is this is only the beginning."
"Good. So what did Dumbledore tell you?"
Dean sighed. "He said that what we did was very dangerous. Mixing our kind of magic with the kind that the spell belonged to should've killed us. According to him, we should've never been able to even get as far as seeing the white smoke. It should've blown up and killed us."
"Sounds about right. Castiel told me that when you went to the library."
Dean scoffed. "And you still went along with it?"
Benny shrugged his shoulders. "Wouldn't have been much of an ending if we died."
They were quiet for a few minutes. "Castiel and I saw you say something to Malfoy when you kicked his ass. What did you say to him?"
"I told him that if he ever spoke, looked or tried anything in a way that would hurt Sam, nothing was going to stop me from killing him."
Benny nodded. "Sounds like something you would say. Let's just hope that he listens."
"I hope he doesn't."
They were about ready to go to bed, when they heard a knock on their door. Dean sat up as he watched the door open and saw Sam peaking in. He could hear Benny and the others laugh at how adorably shy Sam appeared.
"Sam, what's wrong? Did something happen?"
Sam walked in all the way and shook his head. He was carrying his bag for the next day. He played with his hands, and mumbled something under his breath.
"What was that?"
"Can I sleep with you?" Sam asked a little louder.
The other boys stopped laughing. Dean could hear fear in that question. He doubted it was fear from sleeping in his own bed. He looked at the other boys around him.
"Are you guys okay with that?"
They all agreed. Sam smiled and made his way to Dean's bed. When Sam made his way up here with Dean, he didn't think that Dean would try anything that would make him uncomfortable. He didn't think there was ever the possibility that Dean would make him do anything he didn't want to do. When the day came that they were both ready for that step, it was going to be wonderful... even if it were to become awkward.
As Sam was climbing into the bed, Dean stopped him. He frowned. "I have something for you." Sam watched Dean lift up his pillow and grabbed what looked like a book. He got him a book?
Dean carressed the cover and kissed it lightly. "I went to the library and found this. It was next to a muggle book of poetry. I couldn't leave it behind. When I found it, it was ruined. It was burned so bad it was impossible to use it or see what was inside. Someone I love very much told me this was his hope for a better future, a better self, and love. Can you see why I couldn't leave it behind?" It wasn't really a question looking for an answer. "I tried to fix what I could, and now I'm giving it back to you."
Sam looked down at the book Dean was holding out to him. He recognized it. It was his, but that was impossible. He reached down into his own bag and pulled out a diary. He compared the two and they were exactly the same. He looked up at Dean speechless.
"What- How- I don't understand. How do you have this? What do you mean burned?" He opened it up and saw every thought, dream and wish he ever had about Dean. There were pictures of him in there, and more writing he doesn't remember.
Dean smiled at him feeling shy because the others were watching them. He shrugged his shoulders. "I wanted to give you your hope back."
Sam had no idea what Dean was talking about, but he knew it was good. He put his diaries into his bag, and he laid down. Dean pulled the covers over them, and wrapped his arm around Sam pulling him in close.
Benny turned the light off, and they all went to sleep.
Sam felt incredibly safe in Dean's arms. None of this made any sense. He was kissed by the boy that he loved, he was now going out with said boy, and now he was sleeping in the same bed. Sam really hoped that none of this was a dream.
Dean kissed the top of Sam's head, and brought his lips to his ear. "This isn't a dream, and if it is I don't want to wake up. I love you with all my heart and soul, and I'm never letting you go. I'll keep you safe for the rest of my life." Not in the least bit did Dean dislike the fact that he was saying such sappy words, but he didn't care. If it meant that Sam would understand how much he was loved, then so be it.
"Why?" He whispered back.
"Because, you more than anyone in this whole world deserve to be happy and to live a long life with someone you care about and who cares about you. And I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you know that you're worth it. Now go to sleep. We have the rest of our lives for me to confess to you how much I love you."
Sam didn't know what to say. No one has ever cared about him to the degree that Dean obviously felt. He didn't deserve it, but for once in his life he'll be selfish and take it. He was falling asleep in Dean's arms still thinking about the night's events. He still didn't understand what Dean meant about the diary being burned, because it was in perfect condition...
AN: YAY! They're together! Like it? This is officially the end of the story, but one more chapter. Sorry no one died. Until next time. -Kauri510