Dean looked on with anticipation as the first years went, one by one, to the front of the great hall, and got sorted by the dumb ass hat- dean always hated that thing.

Dean watched eagerly as Sam stepped up to the hat. He watched Sam's nose wrinkle up adorably as the sorting hat took his time to decide.
Sam stepped up to the hat. He didn't really know which house he belonged in, but he knew which house he didn't want to be in.

Please not Slytherin. He thought. Anything but Slytherin.

His face beamed with joy as the sorting hat shouted "Ravenclaw!"

Sam looked over to see a roar of applause from the Ravenclaw table, but the loudest cheering could be heard from the Gryffindor table. He looked over and saw Dean, standing on the bench, clapping and yelling "Go on Sammy!"

Sam blushed. He'd told Dean to stop calling him that.

Dean finally got down from the bench, after much insisting from Charlie. He was so proud of Sammy, he always knew he was the , golden boy, brains of the family. He would go on to be someone amazing, change the world even. What was dean good at- quidditch?

Getting into professional quidditch was already tough, Dean's coach said head a good chance, but Dean didn't really believe it. Besides, Sammy was the over achiever of the family, Deanwas just proud that he'd get to watch his brother grow up.

Dean looked around at the Hufflepuff table, and Cas mouthed a "congratulations". Before turning to his newly filled plate of food. If there was one thing Dean missed about Hogwarts, it was definitely the catering.

After a dinner of stuffing his face, Dean realised he had a free period, one of the benefits of being a fourth year. Luckily, he and Cas shared a free period, as they were in the same class. So he went to go hang out with him.

He knocked on the barrel to enter the Hufflepuff common room (Cas had taught him the correct way to enter in second year)

"Hey, Cas you here?"

A nervous second year stumbled over to Dean.

"Y-you can't-can't be here m-mister."

He stuttered.

Dean smirked.

"Actually, I have special permission from Dumbledore, so unless you want to take it up with him."

The second year shook his head vigorously.

"Yeah, so why don't we just let this one slide."

Dean said smoothly.

"Dean, I'm up here," he heard Cas say, presumably from the fourth year dorm rooms.

Dean walked upstairs, and stopped dead in his tracks at what he saw.

Cas was standing there. Shirtless.

Dean gulped.

It's not like he hadn't seen Cas shirtless before, but things had changed over the summer.

Had he been working out? Damn. When did he get those muscles.

Wait! No! This is Cas, your best friend, you can't have feelings for him!

Besides he's never gonna feel the same way in a million-

"EARTH TO DEAN WINCHESTER!" Cas yelled.

Dean winced.

"What?"

Cas furrowed his eyebrows.

"What do you mean 'what?' You've been staring at me for the last couple of minutes- not saying anything."

Dean's eyes widened.

"Oh yeah, I was just thinking."

"About..."

"About..nothing really."

Cas rolled his eyes.

"Dean, you're a terrible liar."

He sat on the bed, and patted the empty side next to him, gesturing for Dean to sit beside him

Hey, sharing a bed in an empty room with Cas.

Dean smirked to himself.

Maybe he should tell Cas. Maybe not everything, but at least the gay part.

Who are you kidding, everything you want to say to Cas is gay!

He looked up at Cas, who placed his hand on Dean's shoulder, and stared longingly into his shimmering green eyes, which were perfectly lit from the sun coming in through the Hufflepuff dorm room.

"Cas..I'm..I'm...gay."

Cas was speechless.

Dean glared at him, willing him to say something.

Cas stared blankly at Dean.

I should say something. He thought to himself.

Something. Anything. Godammit- what do I say?

Dean prodded Cas on the shoulder.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

Silence.

"Come on Cas, say something!"

Silence.

Dean got up and turned away, walking towards the stairs.

"I'm gay too dean."

Cas finally blurted out.

Dean stood, mouth agape.

"You..you're..what?"

"I'm gay too."

Cas said, chuckling this time.

Dean laughed.

"Great- guess we can be gay together."

Dean's eyes widened as he realised what he just said.

"Well, not gay together...I mean.. you know what I mean..."

Dean rambled, stumbling backwards awkwardly and tripping down the small staircase.

Damn, he's adorkable.

Cas thought to himself.

Dean jumped up again bearing a mischievous grin.

How does his hair still look perfect?

"Well, glad we got that sorted then."

Cas said with a smirk.

"Do you want to go to the library with me?"

"Sure."

Dean replied.

"But first...why don't you put a shirt on."