Cas nervously ambled over to the quidditch pitch, and formed a half smile as he saw Dean in full beater gear, flashing him the patented shit-eating Dean Winchester grin.

"Hey,Cas- what are you doing here?"

Cas stumbled over and looked up at Dean.

"I-I wanted t-to t-try out for the q-quidditch t-team."

Cas stuttered.

Dean gave him a puzzled look.

"Cas- you can't play quidditch."

Cas sighed.

"I know, but I was hoping you could train me, I mean, you are captain and everything-"

"Hold your horses, I'm not captain yet, I have to try out for that like everybody else."

Cas rolled his eyes.

"Dean, you're gonna be captain- you're literally the best player in the school."

Dean shoved his broom into Cas' hand.

"Here," Dean said, Cas furrowed his brow.

"Training starts tomorrow." Dean said with a smirk.

"You can take my broom, we can practise during our free period tomorrow."

Cas tried to hand the broom back to Dean.

"Dean, why don't you take the broom back, I'm sure I can use someone else's."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Cas. Take the damn broom. I'm trusting you with my Baby."

Cas formed his adorable half smile that Dean loved.

"Okay, Dean."

"See you later Cas, I gotta get in the shower."

Cas felt himself following Dean back to the changing room.

Dean turned to Cas.

"Cas...what are you doing?"

Cas' eyes widened as he realised what he was doing.

"Sorry Dean..force of habit, I guess."

Cas looked at Dean sheepishly.

"Cas, you can't come in the shower with me."

Dean said with a smirk.

Cas rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, I know that Dean!"

Cas turned away and stumbled back to his dorm room.

Even though I want to.

He thought to himself.

Cas slapped a palm to his forehead.

No! What are you thinking. Dean is your friend. Besides, he'll never feel the same way.

Dean stepped out of the shower. Shit. He was going to be late. He managed to get in his trousers, and step out into the corridor, his shirt half buttoned and his tie barely clinging onto his collar. He stepped out of the changing room to see Sam and a short, smirking Slytherin standing next to him.

They were laughing.

"Sammy! What the hell?"

Sam chuckled.

"We got you!"

Dean furrowed his eyebrows and squinted. "You got-what?"

"It was Gabe's ideas- he's great at pranks."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Sammy, you know I hate pr- who the hell is Gabe?"

Sam pointed to the boy standing next to him.

"This is my friend, Gabe."

Dean sighed.

"You made friends with a Slytherin?"

Sam frowned.

"Hey! Don't judge- Gabe's really nice."

Sam blushed.

Dean's eyes widened.

He was not impressed.

"Yeah, well, just don't get my baby brother into any trouble- alright?"

Gabe smiled.

"Don't worry, I won't Deano."

Dean frowned

"It's Dean."

He glared menacingly at Gabriel.

"S-sorry, Dean."

Gabe stuttered.

Dean smirked.

"That's better."

Sam giggled.

"We set your watch forward half an hour."

Dean rolled his eyes.

"Well, that's very funny."

Sam and Gabe started to walk down the corridor.

"Bye Dean- we're going to our first flying lesson."

Dean smiled.

"Well, have fun- I'm sure you'll do great."

Sam turned back to Dean.

"I hope I'm good, I wanna be just like you when I grow up!"

Sam ran back to catch up with Gabe.

"No you don't, Sammy."

Dean muttered under his breath.