I really need to stop leaving these chapters so long. I am so sorry, I have had terrible writers block and just generally sulking because Game of thrones is finished. I have no TV shows left and I have no idea how I am going to survive this summer. I really want to write this well for you guys, as you seem to like it so much. I was going to start another story, with either teen wolf or good omens, I tried and they ended up going to Hogwarts. It seems this is all I'm able to write D:

Anyway, here's chapter 4 and the 'date' you've been waiting for :D

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Balthazar sighed and looked up from the parchment in his lap. From his perch on Castiel's bed he sighed inwardly, gazing at the chaos that had taken over Castiel's dorm. Pieces of loose parchment were scattered over the blankets that covered Castiel's bed. They were arranged around Balthazar's figure that was sat upright against the headboard. Different pieces of clothing were thrown in piles around the floor of the room, and Castiel was running around shirtless, looking through certain piles looking for something to put on.

Balthazar, under normal circumstances would gladly sit back and watch the shirtless figure wander around the room, letting his mind wander to impossible yet perfect thoughts. However, these were not normal circumstances.

Castiel was going on a date. With none other than 'Mr. Perfect' Dean Winchester. Balthazar was positive that it wasn't a real date, but you can't tell Castiel anything when he has his mind set.

As his best friend threw another shirt to the other side of the room, Balthazar snapped.

"You do realize what you called me over for right Cas? Studying. See, this is when you give me your notes, I copy them and I pass my classes. What you're doing now? That isn't studying."

Balthazar got no answer as Castiel ran a hand through his thoroughly messed up hair and began to frantically search through another pile of wrinkled fabric.

"Oh, so you don't care if your best friend fails and gets roasted alive by Azazel? No? Alright then. It's on your conscience."

Balthazar got no answer.

"You're not getting my signed Good Omens book!"

Castiel turned towards Balthazar, glad he was finally being acknowledged he full on grinned at the younger boy, but Balthazar's smile was wiped off his face as Castiel picked up his legs and took the dark blue shirt that was hidden underneath them. He ignored the scandalized look on Balthazar's face and the arms that were flailing in protest.

"Balthazar did you hide this shirt?" Castiel looked at his friend with one eyebrow raised in question. Balthazar spluttered at the accusation, one hand placed over his heart in mock hurt. "You-, I-, What? You really think I would do something like that darling? That hurts Cassie."

Castiel's other eyebrow shot up to join the other and his eyes twinkled slightly with amusement. "You only ever call me darling when you're trying to get out of trouble. Why would you hide this one anyway? You always tell me I look the best in this one."

Balthazar mentally kicked himself for not hiding the shirt better, of course it made Cas look better. The dark blue made his eyes bigger, and made his face paler than usual. He looked beautiful in it. Which is why he tried to hide it.

"I don't think you should wear that one tonight Cassie."

Castiel frowned "Why not?"

Balthazar sighed, and flung his legs over the side of the bed. He sat on the edge and looked up at Castiel. "It's a bit formal, and knowing Dean he'll just turn up in a pair of ripped jeans and a old t shirt with some ancient band logo on it."

Balthazar felt his heart pick up speed at his lie, and as Castiel approached him. Castiel kneeled so he was face to face with his best friend.

"Balthazar, I am going to ask you once and only once. I am really looking forward to this meeting with Dean and I am going to ask you to not interfere with this one. You have always given me reasons as to why you have stopped me from seeing Meg, or Inias, I am glad you talked me out of the date with Crowley. Thank you for that, but this date with Dean. It's different." Castiel raised his hand and rested his palm against Balthazar's face.

"Please, do you understand?"

Balthazar nodded, his throat dry and painful as he swallowed with great difficulty. Castiel smiled at his friend and placed a quick kiss on Balthazar's cheek. "Thank you Balthy! You have no idea how much this means to me."

Castiel rose from the floor, threw the dark blue shirt over his head and grabbed his tan overcoat from the back of the door. "I'll be back in a few hours to help you with our test tomorrow, just keep revising okay?"

Balthazar didn't even have time to open his mouth in reply before the bedroom door closed with a loud bang. He just sat there, eyes wide and his mouth curled up slightly at the corners. He felt his face heat up as a red flush crept up his neck, reaching his cheeks.

"Yeah, I'll see you later" He whispered to the empty room, before collapsing back onto the bed, the scene replaying through his mind.

Oh, he was so failing that test tomorrow.

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Sam groaned. Dean was having a mental breakdown, and Gabriel was due any minute. He looked over to the figure that was face down on his floor, and kicked him lightly with his foot.

"Dude get out, I've got a study date with Gabriel."

Sam was answered by a inhuman groan.

Sam, having had enough of this after three hours, picked his brother's arms up off the floor and began to drag him across the floor, towards the door.

"Dean! Dude, get a hold of yourself. You said it yourself that this isn't a date so grow a pair would you? It's Cas for gods sake."

Dean looked up at his brother, who had now rudely dumped him in front of the open door. "But Sammy-"

"No. I am not hearing this. You either get to the library now, or I will throw you out."

Dean sat up, appalled at his brothers behaviour. "What's up with you dude? Since when did you get an attitude adjustment?"

Sam glared. What could he say?

Hey Dean could you leave? I'm late for my makeout session with my boyfriend Gabriel.

Not likely.

"Dean, just … Look, you've been nervous all day. Just take it slow okay? Castiel seems to like you, and he's easy to talk too. Just try not to be a dick okay?"

Dean stood, and facing his brother he gave him a gentle punch on his arm. "Fine, I'll leave you and Gabrielle together." He paused for a moment, smiling slightly at Sam. "Bitch."

Sam grinned. "Jerk."

Dean left the room without another word, and Sam thought he seemed more at ease now. He just hoped Dean didn't mess this one up, he'd have to interrogate Castiel in the library tomorrow.

Sam walked over to the large chest of drawers on the opposite side of the room and took out a pair of Spiderman lounge pants and a black t shirt. As Dean was a DC nut, and a Batman fanboy to add to it, Sam had grown up with comics and superhereos. He had to admit that Spiderman was his favourite, and one of his best memories was when Bobby took him and Dean to see the movie when it came out.

After he threw the black t shirt over his head he heard a low whistle coming from the door he had sworn was shut. Leaning against the door frame was Gabriel, his eyebrows raised and his cheeky grin wrapped around a lollipop, the stick pointing out the left side of his mouth.

"Wow. Sammy, for a nerd Ravenhead, you're pretty cut." Gabriel teased after he had removed the sweet from his mouth.

Sam blanched. "H-how long have you been standing their? How did you get in? I didn't tell you the answer to the riddle."

Gabriel grinned, his eyes twinkled mischievously. "One. Long enough Sam, to get the impression that you work out." Gabriel pushed himself off the door frame, shutting the door and locking it with a simple Colloportus.

"Two. I am offended that you thought I couldn't work out a simple riddle.

This thing all things devours:

Birds, Beasts, trees, flowers;

Gnaws Iron, bites steel;

Grinds hard stones to meal;

Slays king, ruins town,

And beasts high mountain down.

Please Sammy, give me some credit. Luckily for you, you get not just beauty but brains in this little package!"

He gestured to himself as Sam grinned back from his perch on the bed.

"You're right. How could I be so naïve?" Sam teased, hooking his fingers around Gabriel's belt hoops, dragging him in between Sam's legs, then wrapping his arms around the shorter boy's waist.

"Clingy tonight are we Samsquatch?"

Sam looked up into the golden eyes that gazed down on him in amusement.

"Shut up and kiss me shortstack."

Gabriel let the dig of his height slip, and met Sam's lips with his own. All coherent thoughts were abolished as Sam dragged him onto the bed, his hands running up to Gabriel's shoulders and pushing his jacket off his shoulders.

Gabriel would get back at Sam for the insult later, right now he was a bit preoccupied.

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Dean was stood outside the library waiting for Castiel to show. To play safe he had opted for his lucky grey AC/DC t shirt, but went for the non-ripped Jeans. As it was also Early October and he had no intention of going into the library, he wore his brown leather jacket.

He was leaning against the wall, his foot tapping subconsciously on the floor and biting his lip as he glanced at his watch for the fifth time in the last five minutes.

A familiar voice pulled him from his worrying, dream like state. "Hello Dean."

As Dean span, he had to pull his head back so he didn't head butt Castiel, who was again, standing way too close to him than any human should.

"Hey Cas, you look..." Dean trailed off as his eyes mapped out Castiel's body. He wasn't wearing his usual trench coat, it was folded up in his arms. The dark blue shirt he was wearing was rolled up at his elbows and the dark fabric made his blue eyes seem bigger than they really were.

Castiel coughed nervously, bringing Dean back to reality.

"Uh, yeah .. you look nice. Yeah. Nice."

Castiel's eyebrows hit his hairline and Dean noticed a flush creeping up Castiel's pale neck.

"Right so, I'm not planning to stay in the library. Do you know where we could go?"

Castiel pondered for a moment, then his face lit up and he smiled at Dean. "I know the perfect place."

Before Dean could answer, Castiel had hold of his hand and was dragging him down the corridor, turning north towards the Astronomy tower. After a few minutes of laughing and running, they reached their destination, panting from the ascent up the steep spiral staircase.

Dean looked around the small room they currently occupied. It was the smallest tower in the castle, probably able to fit just a few more people before it became crowded. What caught Dean's attention however was the large archway that looked over the lake and most of the grounds, it took up most of the wall. A slight twitch against his skin caused Dean to look down and find Castiel's hand still clasped in his, who followed Dean's gaze and quickly pulled his hand out of Dean's. Smiling nervously he walked over to the large archway, the ledge of the open window reaching to his knees. He climbed up onto the ledge, ignoring Dean's worried gasp behind him. He sat down and motioned for Dean to join him. Dean laughed shakily as Castiel turned around to see what was keeping Dean from joining him.

"What is it Dean?"

Dean laughed again, running a hand through his hair. "Well, I uh .. I have this thing about flying, and I guess heights come under it too."

Cas was surprised, "But you play Quidditch. You're a chaser on the Gryffindor team."

Dean smiled "Yeah, but that's different. You have so much adrenaline going through you, that you don't notice it. Also, I try not to look down."

Cas chuckled at Dean's attempt at a joke, and stood up on the ledge.

"Cas what are you doing? You're going to fall!"

Cas smiled at Dean. "No. I'm perfectly safe." He held a hand out towards Dean, waiting for him to take it. Which he did.

"You're crazy."

Cas simply smiled as Dean slowly walked towards the archway, and joining Castiel sitting with their legs dangling over the edge. The sun had just set against the sides of the valley which the castle was situated. Castiel was watching the birds fly over the lake, the shadow of their formation rippling over the darkened water.

Dean was watching Castiel. He noticed Cas' eyes glowing in the starlight, looking brighter and bluer than anything he had ever set eyes on. The clear night sky was a undoubtedly beautiful but Dean could not tear his eyes from the dark haired boy next to him, looking up at the sky sporting the biggest grin he had ever seen on Castiel's face. Dean felt a smile of his own grow on his face. He had made Castiel smile, and he realised that he wanted to be the one that was always there to do so.

Dean re-linked his fingers with Castiel's, stealing his attention from the sky just for a moment. Castiel was looking at Dean, as if he were a difficult puzzle, trying to figure him out. Dean simply smiled and looked back at the sky.

Castiel continued to look at Dean, confusion and longing etched into his features. There was something about the boy sitting next to him that unsettled something inside him. He was … different. It wasn't the main reason Castiel felt his pulse escalate when he was around the older Winchester. It was the little things; the way he bites his bottom lip when he's trying to concentrate, the way he rubs the back of his head when he's lost for words, the way his eyes shine when he talks about how proud he is of Sam. He never says that he is of course, but Dean's emotions betray what he tries to hide. Castiel has only known Dean for a short amount of time, but he has already picked up on the little character traits that make him who he is.

Dean felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up as he realised Castiel was still looking at him. He turned his head and leaned back slightly when he realised just how close he was to his friend. Some part of him joked about Castiel's lack of personal space, but the large blue eyes in front of him disconnected his mouth from his brain. He could feel Castiel's warm breath on his lips, his blue eyes flicking from Dean's eyes to his mouth.

Dean rolled his eyes at Castiel's hesitation and tilted his head upwards, their lips softly meeting. Dean was surprised to how differently he was kissing Castiel. The usual hunger and desperation had gone, and was replaced with a tenderness he wasn't used to feeling.

Castiel pulled away and smiled shyly at Dean, who hoped that Cas couldn't see how red his face was becoming in the darkness. Castiel sighed and placed his head on Dean's shoulder and smiled contentedly as Dean wound an arm around his waist, pulling him closer in the cold night.

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Ruby smirked to herself, chuckling slightly as she rested her head back against the wall. She was alone in the darkened corridor, now that Gabriel had left. Gabriel and Balthazar weren't the only ones in her house that could sneak through darkness easily enough. Still, after Alistair had given her the task of spying on Gabriel Novak, she didn't really see the point. The Slytherin was as clean as they come, why Alistair wanted dirt on him she had no idea. Why he couldn't ask Crowley to do it, she had no idea either.

Still, this kind of dirt was the dirt she was least expecting from the Trickster.

Sam grinned at the shorter boy as he leaned against the portrait frame.

"Ya' know Samsquatch, if I realised all the talented things you could do with that tongue I would have jumped your bones ages ago."

Sam chuckled and threw a jacket at Gabriel, who caught it with surprising reflexes.

"Whatever Gabriel, flattery will get you nowhere. I am not helping you cheat that Muggle Studies test tomorrow."

"But Sammy!" Gabriel whined, wrapping his arms around the taller boys waist.

"No buts Gabe! How can anyone even fail Muggle Studies? How can you fail the easiest subject in the wizarding world."

Gabriel simply grinned back at Sam, and after looking up and down the corridor jumped up and wrapped his legs around Sam's waist, his hands lost in the locks of brown hair as he roughly pulled Sam's face towards his.

"That wasn't really a discrete goodbye you know Gabriel." Sam smirked as he pulled Gabriel closer.

"Well, you know me kiddo. I'm a trickster. Discrete isn't in my job description."

Sam chuckled as Gabriel jumped back down and jogged slightly down the corridor towards the dungeons. Sam found himself shaking his head as he saw Gabriel pull out another Honeydukes Chocolate bar from his pocket.

"You will be the death of me Gabriel Novak, if you don't have a heart attack first." Sam sighed to himself, before returning back into the common room.

Ruby bit her lip as she made sure the corridor was deserted. Not hearing any footsteps or voices, she followed Gabriel back to the Slytherin common room. Alistair will be extremely interested in this turn of events.