I am a terrible person and I'm really sorry I haven't updated in such a ridiculously long time. School has been such a headache, but I'm on a break now, so I'm back again. I'm going to do my best to add 2-3 chapters this week as compensation. Sorry again, and as usual- comments would be really appreciated (even if just to tell me what a lazy ass I am). Thanks for reading!
Dean was relieved when he fell asleep, but Sam dreaded it. He spent hours sitting up in the Trenzalore common room with Amy, Rory and Doctor, long after everyone else had gone to bed. They sat in armchairs by the fire, chatting animatedly- the three had even introduced Sam to some of their friends: a dark girl with wild hair called River, a shy yet cheeky brunette called Clara and a very close couple called Craig and Sophie. Sam wished the night would never end.
Like all nights, it did end, with Rory drawing the line at 1am, reminding Sam he had classes tomorrow and would need to be up at seven. Amy blew them a kiss before heading to her dorm, and the boys entered theirs.
Sam's bed was next to Doctor's, across from Rory's, and was surprisingly comfortable. As soon as his head touched the pillow, his head began to drift off to sleep- and that night he dreamed of a vivacious redhead, and bespectacled shy blonde and a boy with razor like cheekbones full of the oddest stories you would ever hear.
Dean was shook awake by a figure he couldn't quite make out. "Dad?" He asked dumbly, and as soon as his brain sped up he sat up bolt right, to ensure his father knew he was ready to work. However, when his eyes adjusted he made out a frowning boy in uniform standing over him.
"It's seven-fifteen, Dean. It would be wise to start getting ready."
Dean began to remember everything again, and shoved the boy away with a scowl, flopping back down on the mattress. Fricking Novak kid, he thought. He pulled the mattress over his head. Unfortunately, Castiel did not desist.
The dormitory was empty apart from the two of them (the others had already left for showers or breakfast) so without a second thought, Castiel grasped the mattress, and with one swift yank pulled it out from under Dean, sending him tumbling to the floor.
Dean hit the hard cold floor before he had even realised what was happening. He landed on his left side, his shoulder breaking the fall. He had managed the bite his tongue and could taste blood in his mouth, but he didn't care- he was furious. He clambered to his feet, and grabbed the Novak boy by the collar and shoving him against the nearest wall. Oddly, Castiel didn't seem particularly surprised or panicked. He held an even gaze, not faltering from Dean's eyes.
Suddenly, Dean realised he was in his underwear- that is, his boxers and the t-shirt he had worn the night before. He was instantly embarrassed, but stifled it for a moment and tightened his grip on Castiel's shirt.
"You listen to me you snub-nosed son of a bitch." He spat. "You pull a stunt like that again and I swear I'll-"
It only took a second, but suddenly it was Dean who was against the wall with Castiel standing over him. With surprising strength and speed, Castiel had switched their positions and was now holding the neck of Dean's shirt in one hand, and pressing his shoulder back with the other.
"I told you last night not to forget my authority." Castiel said slowly. "I trust you won't forget again."
Castiel then turned abruptly and left the dormitory, and Dean noticed the common room fall silent as he passed through it. However Dean was still standing with his back against the wall, staring at the doorway, wordless. When Dean expected to meet his match, he was sure it would be an adult man at the top of his game- not a skinny teenager with a stupid coat.
He decided to completely remove the last five minutes from his memory forever, and stay the hell away from that kid.
Dean managed to find Sam after they had both eaten breakfast and found him again with the group from last night.
"Sammy!" He called after him, and Sam turned and excused himself from his friends.
"You guys go on, I'll catch up." He called after them, and they smiled and nodded. When he saw his brother, his expression went flat. He turned to Dean. "Yeah?"
Dean was surprised. "Yeah? Really?" He frowned at Sam's shrug. "Okay, well how have you been doing?"
"You mean during the twelve hours since I saw you last?" Asked Sam flatly. "Yeah, Dean. I've been fine."
Dean raised his eyebrows. "Fine. Good. Your, uh, posse seem alright- was I write about the stoner?" Sam's glare was answer enough. "Right then. Well I'm glad you're okay."
Sam sighed, and glanced after the friends who had waited for him anyway. "I'm liking it here. Already, I think I've made some cool friends and…" He paused, his voice going quiet. "…So far, nothing's gone wrong."
Dean crouched down so he was level with his brother. "Nothing's going to go wrong, okay? I promise."
Sam laughed, and the sound was hollow. "Don't make promises you can't keep." He muttered.
"Hey." Said Dean, putting his hand on his brother's shoulder. "I swear to you: You're going to have a great year. Trust me, all you're going to have to worry about it is trying to ace English lit, if that's a thing."
Sam laughed a little, this time he meant it. "You mean it?"
Dean wrapped an arm around his brother's shoulder, steering him to the trio. "I always mean it."