Name: Dreams and Promises Go Hand In Hand

Summary: Destiel Harry Potter AU. Dean is enamored with Cas but he doesn't really know how to express or even understand his feelings. He has dreams about the hufflepuff every night and with each dream he makes a promise.

Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter OR supernatural.

Note 1: Gabriel: 13 years old- fourth year, slytherin

Dean: 12 years old- third year, gryffindor

Cas: 12 years old- third year, hufflepuff

Sam: 8 years old- future ravenclaw

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The next morning Dean was one of the people late to breakfast with tired eyes and misshapen uniform.

"Dean!" Came a voice behind him. Dean turned around yawning.

"Gmorning Cas." Dean said rubbing his eyes.

"I want you to see something." Castiel said happily. His face was bright and clear and Dean watched him confused at how he could be so awake this early in the morning. Castiel led him to the hufflepuff dormitory and up to his bedroom. Dean tried to squelch the hope that the thing Cas wanted to show him was in bed under the covers.

"Here" Castiel said pushing a box into Deans hands. It looked like a shoe box but he felt something moving inside. He eyed it tiredly before removing the lid. There was a brown Pegasus, a black unicorn, a green dragon, a gold griffon, a blue hippogriff, and the white unicorn he had gotten last night.

"That's really cool Cas." Dean said smiling at the boy who looked sufficiently pleased with himself.

"We should get to breakfast if we want to have a chance to eat." Dean commented as Castiel took back the box and closed it.

"I wanted to show that to you because it's special to me. I have never really gotten to know my father. He sends us presents but he never really talked to us. He sends one of those to me whenever he goes to a new country. Gabriel always gets a bag of candy and I get one of those. I felt bad for leaving you last night and for making you sit through my conversation with Gabriel so this is me trying to make it up to you. I'm not really god with people so I don't know if its worth anything but it's all I have. It's me." Castiel said shyly.

"It's perfect." Dean said, trying to get Cas to understand. Read between the lines.

It's me.

It's perfect.

You're perfect.

Castiel seemed oblivious so Dean said no more.

That afternoon they met outside on the quidditch pitch. Castiel looked around at the huge stadium. It was empty and the banners weren't up yet because the season hadn't started yet. Dean held a broom in each hand and pushed one into Castiel's area.

"The way they teach you at school is stupid so we're going it my way.

"Okay Dean. I trust your judgment." Castiel said. I judge that you would be great in bed, Dean thought but he pushed it to the back of his mind.

"Hold it like this." Dean said showing Cas. He followed Dean's instructions carefully.
"Kick off." Dean said after a while of perfecting Castiel's white knuckled grip on the broom.

"I'm scared." Castiel said clinging to his broom for dear life. He hasn't even taken off and he's terrified, Dean thought.

"Trust me. I'll catch you if you fall. Promise." Dean said crossing his heart with his finger. Castiel nodded tensely before kicking off hard. He went up, hovered for a second and then fell back down. Dean caught him before he hit the ground. Castiel was shivering and clutching Dean's shirt. Dean's arms were wrapped tightly around the shaking mess protectively. It was like a shield warding off the world from the one little boy.

"Wasn't so bad." Dean said reassuringly.

"Can we be done for the day?" Castiel asked with a voice more shaky than his quaking hands.

"Sure." Dean said.

Dean never let go of the little hufflepuff in his arms that night. He would hold him like that again someday, Dean vowed.