"Hover your hand over your broom, and firmly say 'UP'!" Yelled madam Hooch.
Sam sighed. He was never going to get this.
He could hear Gabriel sniggering beside him.
"It's not funny Gabe!" He whined.
Gabe snorted.
"You just have to be more firm with it Sammy- you're too nice."
Sam rolled his eyes. He could be mean if he wanted to.
"UP!" Sam screeched.
The broom cane flying up, hitting Sam directly in the face, landing him with a broken nose and a trip to the hospital wing- accompanied by Gabriel, who was laughing the entire time.
"God, I wish we were allowed cameras in this place, cos that was priceless- if we sent that to you've been framed, we would get like £250!"
Sam rolled his eyes and sat up to slap Gabriel over the head. But getting up too fast gave him a head rush, and his nose hurt even more.
"Damnit- if I didn't have a broken nose, you'd be dead!" Sam warned, smiling as he did so.
"Ooh- come get me, Sammy." Gabriel taunted, inching closer to Sam and then backing away.
"In all seriousness though, are you alright?"
Gabe asked.
Sam smirked.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Jeez, this has been one heck of a first day."
"Dean was right."
Gabe gave Sam a puzzled look.
"Dean was right about what?"
Sam sniggered.
"Oh nothing, it's just...I think you and I will be good friends."
Gabriel smiled.
"Yeah, I think so too."
"Come on Cas, at this rate, free period will be over before you even get on a broom!"
Dean shouted, in an irritated tone.
"I'm, c-coming."
Cas said, shakily.
Why did I agree to this? Oh yeah, it was my idea. Damnit- why did Dean have to be good at Quidditch, why couldn't he have been good at binge watching movies . Though he was probably good at that too, he was probably good at everything- the bastard.
"Cas, I still don't understand why you want to do this- I mean, you're scared of heights."
"I know, but you know they say the best way to conquer your fear is to embrace it head on, you know just dive head first."
Like I'll be diving head first into the fucking ground.
Cas thought to himself.
Dean smiled,
Okay, so first thing you gotta do is mount the broom.
Cas mounted the broom with trepidation, Dean had grabbed a spare broom from the Quidditch cupboard, and Cas was using Baby, which made him even more nervous.
But Dean had insisted, in his words "If you're gonna learn how to fly, may as well start with the best broom in the business."
Cas couldn't resist when Dean got all excited about things- the way his eyes lit up, especially when said things concerned Baby.
Dean couldn't suppress his smile as Cas attempted to mount Baby.
"Okay, just follow my lead."
Cas watched in awe as Dean flew into the air gracefully.
Cas copied his steps, and was soon hovering next to Dean, with his eyes crinkled up, and firmly shut.
Dean sighed.
"Dude, open your eyes."
Cas slowly opened his eyes, after much hesitation, and encouragement from Dean.
"Dean! Look I'm doing it!"
Dean smirked at Cas' beaming grin, the way his blue eyes stood out against the peach sunset.
"Okay, just focus on me Cas, and whatever you do, don't look down."
Cas immediately looked down.
"Dean! We're so high up!" Cas squealed.
Dean rolled his eyes.
"What did I just say."
Cas could feel a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, he just wanted to get down.
"Dean, I want to go down now!"
Dean placed a reassuring hand on Cas forearm.
"Okay, calm down, just listen to me, and we'll do this together."
Dean started to show Cas how to go back down, and landed carefully on the ground.
"It's your turn now Cas." Dean yelled from the ground.
Cas just wanted to get down. He felt his grip loosening on the broom, his hands were slipping..he was slipping.
Dean watched with fear.
"Oh shit, Cas!"
Dean screamed, running in an attempt to catch him.
Dean got there just in time, almost. Instead of catching Cas, he landed on top of Dean with a thud. They grabbed each other, Cas knocking dean over in the process, causing the two of them to roll down the hill together, before coming to an abrupt stop.
They both lay there, panting, still clutching to each other, as if they would lose one another if they let go. They gazed at each other. Cas winced as he saw something fall to the ground with a sharp crunch.
Cas sobbed.
"I'm sorry Dean."
Dean leant forward and wiped the tears from Castiel's face.
"It's okay, Cas, it wasn't your fault... I should have been more careful."
Cas smiled briefly, but then continued crying.
"No, I'm sorry about Baby."
Dean turned his head and saw Baby, in pieces, on the ground.
Dean laughed.
"That doesn't matter Cas, as long as you're okay."
Dean said, maintaining their eye contact, while his hands rested on Cas shoulders. He was still laying on top of him.
Cas gazed softly into Dean's eyes, he quickly stared at his lips and then back at his eyes again, and he felt Dean do the same.
Cas snaked his hands up Dean's shoulders until they were around us neck, angling and pulling his face downwards for a kiss. Their lips collided, and Dean wrapped his hands around Cas' waist, bringing up until they were both sitting, their lips still moving in sync. Dean licked Cas' lips, begging for entrance- Cas happily obliged.
Dean's tongue slipped into Cas' mouth, and Dean moaned as he felt Cas' hot, short breaths mix in with his own.
Cas pulled away, leaving them both panting.
"What's wrong?"
Asked Dean, licking his lips.
"I...needed...breathe..."
Cas could barely get out, desperately gasping for air.
Dean smirked.
"So, when's our next training session?"