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Dean watched with surprise as Castiel hurried towards the ingredients cupboard. Most of the other students hadn't even got their books out yet. Dean slowly made his way over to the cupboard, and nearly collided with Castiel as he hastily exited, his arms laden with ingredients Dean had never even seen before He dumped them on the table and yanked his cauldron towards him, making a horrific scratching noise as it dragged along the wood. Without a word Castiel began throwing in the Infusion of Wormwood. Dean watched fascinated. "You're really good at this, huh?" he said, amazed at the boys enthusiasm.
"Potions is my favorite subject." he replied in his oddly deep, yet quiet voice. He looked up at Dean suddenly, an apologetic look on his face. "I'm sorry if I'm taking over. I just got a bit carried away. Here," he said, placing the powdered root of asphodel into Deans hands, "You add this."
Dean nervously held his hand over the cauldron; he was absolutely terrible at potions (it was his worst lesson), but he didn't want Castiel to think that he was stupid. He dropped the root in to the cauldron and the potion turned a pale lilac colour. Dean looked at Castiel, who smiled in encouragement. He passed Dean the ladle and instructed him to stir the potion twice clockwise. Dean did as he was told, and was happy to see that so far the cauldron hadn't exploded, Dean hadn't exploded,
and Hogwarts hadn't exploded.
Castiel reached over and dropped in the Sloths brain, and the potion fizzed and spat viciously. Castiel smiled and sliced the Sopophorous bean, releasing the juice into the cauldron. The potion turned the clear colour, like whiskey (and he knew what whiskey looked like, after years of watching his father drinking the evil smelling fluid).
Forty minutes had passed, and the potion was nearly done. Dean looked up and saw Hermione Granger staring at them with an incredulous look on her face. Judging by the fact that her potion was still lilac, she was behind Dean and Castiel. Dean smirked; it looked like there was someone who was going to give her a run for her money!
Maybe Hermione was the brightest witch of her age, but it seemed that Castiel was the brightest wizard.
Dean watched as Castiel stirred the potion seven times anti clockwise, and it turned pure black. He heard a few gasps around the classroom as everyone saw that a pair had managed to create the potion within the hour. Even more gasps were heard as people realized that DEAN WINCHESTER was part of said pair. Hermione looked on enviously, as professor Snape looked up from his stack of papers at the commotion.
His eyes narrowed suspiciously as he saw everyone staring at Dean and Castiel. He made his slow way over to the table that they were working at and peered inside;
Dean could have sworn that he almost looked impressed. Wordlessly he reached in to his pocket and pulled out a leaf. He dropped in in to the pure black liquid and watched as the leaf went yellow, and then brown, and then dissolved completely. He looked shocked, and then he sneered.
"Well I suppose that that's twenty points to Ravenclaw. " he said, turning to walk back to his desk.
"What about twenty to Gryffindor?" asked a confused Dean, the smirk sliding off of his face.
"Mr Novak here made the potion. You didn't do anything Mr Winchester, so you don't get the points." Snape replied smugly. Castiel stood behind Snape, the proud expression on his face replaced with one of indignation.
"But professor," he began, Snape turned to look at the small, black haired boy, and Dean shook his head vigorously, trying to warn him not to invoke the full wrath of the greasy haired freak. "Dean did help." he continued. "He added the asphodel and stirred it, and got some of the ingredients and read out the recipe."
Snape's faced changed from one of nonchalance to one of anger.
"Ten points from Ravenclaw because of your cheek." he said, after a long moment of silence. He turned away and stalked back to his desk.
A angry red tinge crept up Castiel's cheeks, and Dean thought it was adorable.
Wait, what? Since when did Dean think boys were adorable? Was he a twelve year old girl? No, he was a sixteen year old boy. A STRAIGHT sixteen year old boy.
Snape stood up at his desk and addressed the class.
"In your pairs I want a full roll of parchment on the properties and uses of the Draught of Living Death." he announced, amid groans from the students "Now get out." he said viciously, glaring at Dean and Castiel.
Two minutes later they were walking towards the Great Hall for lunch.
"How about we meet tomorrow at the library to do the assignment?" Dean asked the still angry Castiel.
"Yes, that would be fine." he replied in his oddly formal way of speaking. "Let's say six o'clock." he added as an after thought.
Dean smirked. "It's a date!"