The three older men smiled warmly at the young students that appeared in the corridor, some still bleary eyed and yawning. Ron stifled an enormous yawn behind his palm, not wanting to set off a yawn-epidemic, and they all stared at their teachers in expectation.

Sam began to pace slowly back and forth before the giant tapestry (as had been instructed by the house elves), thinking hard in his head 'we need a sufficient place to train these students to defend themselves, somewhere that won't be found by those with malignant intentions'. He hoped that the instructions were precise enough that the room would know what to do, as the elves had informed the trio that the more specific the instructions, the better protection they would have.

A large wooden door materialised in front of the group. The students stared in awe as the teachers led them inside the room provided.

The room that had been provided was spacious, as big as the Great Hall. It had one wall made entirely of mirrors, with a bookshelf adjacent to the far end of said wall. No doubt the books provided were all on defence. The room was also equipped with practice dummies, and various other training tools that would come in handy.

Leading the students over to the small circle of bean bags and cushions that were in the corner of the room, the three men plopped down and indicated the students should do the same.

'Since we're gonna be seeing so much of each other, we figure that we should be comfortable and familiar with each other', Dean outright said, getting straight to the point. 'So even though you all know each other; can you please introduce yourselves for our benefit? Tell us the basics, name, likes, dislikes, and dreams for the future. That cra-oof', he huffed as Sam elbowed him in the ribs.

'I'll go first', the tallest man said, flashing the group his dimples. 'I'm Sam Winchester. I like my brother Dean – sometimes anyway – and Castiel, I dislike people who hurt others purposefully. They are the people I classify as monsters. My dreams for the future… I guess it's peace, a place of happiness for myself', he finished, smiling at Harry, who was staring at him. The young boy smiled back shyly.

'I'm Dean. I like Cas, Sammy, my baby, and burgers. I dislike anyone who hurts Cas, Sammy, my baby, and stops me eating. My dreams for the future is to stick with my family through thick and thin', he listed off, pulling laughter from the students at his repetition. One of the freckled ginger boys raised their eyebrows, and looked to their mirror image.

'You say my baby', one said.

'Does that mean you're a dad?' the other continued.

Dean laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. 'Ah, sorry. I meant my car', he chuckled, voice a deep timbre. The students laughed with him.

'My name is Castiel, angel of the Lord. I like Dean, Sam, humanity, and the feeling of Dean kissing my neck', the last teacher said. He continued, oblivious to the red faces surrounding him, and the fact that Dean was coughing on air and Sam was in fits of silent laughter. 'I dislike those who hurt humanity, and I dislike those who endanger other beings. As I do not sleep, I also do not dream, so I have not had any dreams of the future', he said with finality. He turned to look at Hermione, who was sat next to him, naïve to the shock of those around him.

After a beat of silence, Hermione cleared her throat. 'Well, I'm Hermione. I like my friends, my family, and studying. I dislike those ignorant cockroaches that think they are above others just because of genealogy. My dreams for the future are to do well in school, make my parents proud, and live a long and accomplished life', she finished. The introductions went around the circle.

'I'm Harry. I like my friends, treacle tart, and my… dog, Snuffles. I dislike the crazy madman who already killed my parents and wants to kill me, and all of his disgusting followers. My dreams for the future are to surivive.'

'I'm Ron. I like my family and friends and food. I dislike school and the Slytherin's – bunch of evil bastards, I'm telling you that now. I'm not sure about my dreams for the future'.

'I'm N-Neville. I like herbology, my family, and those who I'm now realising are good friends. I dislike the same as Harry, You-Know-Who and his followers. My dream for the future is to become an accomplished herbologist'.

Now it was the introduction of the students that the trio didn't recognise (having not yet taught fourth or sixth year). They paid a little more attention to this group as they were unfamiliar to them. Castiel in particular looked quite interested in the little blonde girl with a spaced out look on her face.

'My name is Luna Lovegood. I quite like a lot of things. As well as that, I dislike many things too. My dreams for the future have yet to be revealed to me yet, unfortunately', she said dreamily. Castiel looked at her, and she met his gaze, smiling at him. He blinked, and then beamed back. Dean made a mental note to question his lover later on, and looked at the last girl.

'I'm Ginny Weasley. I like pretty much the same things as my brother, Luna being added as my best friend. I dislike those who judge others without getting to know them,' at this, she shot a glare at Ron, before continuing. 'My dream for the future is to survive the oncoming war – because I just know there's going to be a war – and to prove to others that just because I'm small and a girl, it doesn't mean I can't fight or defend myself'.

Finally, the twin boys began to introduce themselves.

'Well, I'm Fred Weasley', one said.

'And I'm George', the other continued.

'We like our family and friends', Fred informed them.

'And we like to prank our family and friends', George added.

'We dislike Voldetort', Fred said, nose wrinkling.

'And the deathmuncher squad', George nodded.

'Our dream for the future is', Fred started.

'To own a successful joke shop', George finished.

Sam and Dean exchanged looks, smirking a little. The twins were amusing, and the two Winchesters were already excited from the other introductions – a pair of pranking twins made everything even better.

Clasping his hands and rubbing them together, Dean grinned maliciously at the group in front of him. 'We are going to have a lot fun', he proclaimed, laughing inwardly at the gulps of the students. His tone made it clear that the students may just regret agreeing to extra training.

'Good, now GET YOUR LAZY ASSES UP AND JOGGING AROUND THE ROOM NOW! I WANT TEN LAPS DONE AND I WANT THEM DONE NOW!' he shouted, startling the youngsters into action. They immediately began to run, the sound of the teachers' laughter echoing in the room.

(break)

Dean walked into the common room, one towel around his waist, and another being used to dry his hair. Sam was sat on the rug in front of the fireplace, already in his pyjamas. They had trained the children all day, ranging from physical training to teaching them more advanced spellwork – of course the students had been assured that their teachers knew of the training, and so would be more lenient with homework.

Castiel sat on the sofa that seemed to be quickly becoming a loveseat for the angel and his lover.

'Before you can ask', Cas suddenly said, shocking the brothers, 'the reason I smiled at Luna is because she can see', Cas said reverently. At the questioning look he got from this, he elaborated. 'She can see past what normal humans can. She can see monsters in their true forms, she can see creatures that humans can not usually perceive, she can see my true form', he breathed.

Dean smiled, sitting down next to his best friend. 'And that's a good thing?' he asked, making sure. Cas nodded at him, wrapping his arms around Dean's naked torso and smiling exuberantly.

'Okay, before the two of you begin necking it', Sam quickly interjected, already recognising the loving (and though he hated to acknowledge it, lusty) looks overtaking the two men's eyes. 'What do we do about Harry's issues?'

Dean looked over his younger brother, seeming to consider the question. Then, he took a deep breath, before saying, 'I think you should take this part of the case Sammy'. At his younger brothers shocked looks, Dean explained: 'look, you can empathise with the kid a lot more than I can. You've been through more similar shit. And… well, he seems to look up to you. I think he wants to talk to you, judging from all his staring'.

The steady look in Dean's eyes convinced Sam that his older brother had made up his mine. The younger Winchester would just have to try and help the angst-ridden teen, and it didn't look like his older brother would be any help. Staring into the flames, Sam decided he would talk to Harry about his feelings as soon as the kid became familiar enough with him.

He glanced back at the other two occupants of the room and groaned. 'Can't you two at least wait until I'm out of the room before you start making out?!' he asked, before storming out of the room, leaving the two eating each other's faces.

His outbursts never registered in their minds anymore.

A/N sorry for the late update! Uni has kept me busy, and I haven't had time to write. Bit of a filler chapter, more drama to come in the next chapter – I've actually planned this story, so I can promise that. New SPN ep out tomorrow! Looks to be exciting! Keep Grinding :P

P.S. Hope you all like it! - unbetad, so am sorry for any mistakes