bakerstreet | Hogwarts AU meme

Hogwarts AU meme

Specify:

student/professor/castle ghost, etc.
what house
what year
pure blood/muggle born/etc.
any other preferences

Pick a prompt below or RNG

Prompts:

Quidditch Match: are you a player? a fan? someone who doesn't care for the sport but got dragged along anyway?
Welcome Feast: first years getting sorted, old friends seeing each other again, and all that food!
NSFW (Not Safe For Wizards): grabbing a quickie in the prefect's bathroom, seven minutes in heaven in the Room of Requirement, or what little witches get up to in the girls' dormitories.
Detention: are you cleaning cauldrons or sent off into the Forbidden Forest? either way, you're in trouble!
Class: passing notes in Potions, running late for Care of Magical Creatures, discussing selfies in Muggle Studies... whatever you're doing, remember, you're here to learn!
Holidays: do you go home for Christmas, or are you still at school? and what ugly sweater is Mum going to send this year?
Hogsmeade: congratulations, your parents signed the permission form (or maybe you forged the signature). time for some time outside of school.
Diagon Alley: back to school shopping! don't forget to stop by Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes!
Choose Your Own Adventure: but remember, the wand chooses the wizard.

[ dean's hands move over his body with something almost like reverence, and castiel is tensing beneath his touch, his skin jumping beneath dean's fingers, eager and oversensitive because all of this is still so new to him, so odd and strange, but so good. it's why he doesn't run away from it, even though it's intimidating, a huge stretch of something foreign and unexplored.

but he comes back for it, gives into it, because it's dean, and castiel would do almost anything for him, give him everything. there's no denying the strength of this connection they'd built, and for a long time castiel had thought that it must be one-sided, unrequited, and he'd been.. fine with that, more or less. dean was a skirt chaser, just as fond of girls as girls were of him, and considering his prowess and inclination for hunting outside of his own house, there was no one in their year that didn't know that. then dean was looking at him, and even after they'd gotten closer it was difficult to convince himself that anything castiel felt for him could ever be reciprocated - but now.. recently castiel has chanced to believe it, because when dean touches him like this, kisses him like this, even castiel can't mistake the look in his eyes.

and now dean has him all worked up, his lean, sinewy body tense in all the best ways, an urgent heat pooling in his belly, tightening with every kiss, with every inch of skin dean's strong hands pass over and castiel just drinks it in, sinking into the feeling, the want, the warmth. soft sounds move in his throat, appreciative noises to let dean know that it's good, that he likes everything he's doing. castiel's left hand closes in a loose fist around the condom, but his right finds the courage to start returning the favor, pressing flat to dean's bicep and sliding down, beneath it, tracing his side through his thin shirt, teasing at the waistband of his trousers

then dean is gone, dropping to his knees, and for a handful of moments castiel feels bereft, only cold library air against his too hot skin where his open shirt is pressed back, chilly against the wet spots left behind by dean's mouth. but then his blue eyes drop, and dean is kneeling before him, grinning like a jackal and pulling at his fly and castiel feels his belly go tight, a hot spike of anticipation stabbing deep. ]

Dean. [ he whispers, harsh and rough, half-hard in his trousers already. he drops the condom to the shelf to instead grasp it for support, while his right finds dean's face, fingers carding through his hair and tugging gently but impatiently. even castiel, for all his lack of expertise here, knows exactly what dean is going for. ] Please.

[ He takes a second to drink it all in. It's a fast second, one that evaporates into the heat growing between them the moment that word is out of Cas' mouth, and Dean swallows the shiver sinking heat into his gut, mouth suddenly dry even as his fingers continue to work their way through his clothes. He's never done this before--not with his mouth on someone else's dick. It's happened plenty of times to him, which gives him a pretty decent idea of how it's done and how he thinks he might know what Cas would like, but it's a pretty terrifying endeavor to face without screwing it up. He tries not to think about it like that though, turning into the weight of Castiel's hand and nuzzling at his palm once before focusing his attention on the fact he's about to give his... friend a blowjob in the library of their school. They could get in so much trouble for this, possibly expelled and —

Too late to consider that now.

Dean hasn't heard anyone since they'd wandered in, and the shelves do a decent job of hiding them. So, he takes his time getting his hand around Cas' cock, ducking his head to press a kiss to the spot just below his navel and lick down. He strokes him a few times, familiar enough with this from when they'd fooled around to get a slow but decent rhythm going, and by the time he exposes him to that cooler air, he's already set on getting his mouth around him. Pushing his hand down, he grips him firmly and touches the tip with the edge of his tongue, not at all prepared for the taste. It's... kind of weird but also not the worst thing ever. So, he does it again and again, parting his lips to suck at the head. If he goes slow--

His pushes his free hand against his own crotch, rubbing with the heel for the friction he's not getting, and for once, he doesn't say anything, glancing up to meet Cas' eyes before letting them fall shut. ]

[ it's all new, it's all completely new, exciting and petrifying and exhilarating in a hundred different ways, and castiel hasn't forgotten either that they're in the library, that they're like to be harshly punished if they're found - but this was what dean was after, and he certainly succeeded in pulling castiel apart at the seams. heaven help him but he's not considering the consequences, not anymore, not when dean's got a hand around his cock, and then his mouth and oh hell -

the sound castiel makes is nothing short of obscene, and he has to bite down hard on his lip to muffle it even somewhat. reflexively, his hand in dean's hair tightens, short fingernails scraping his scalp, his hips straining forward and it's all he can do to keep himself from hitching forward, and yanking dean's face closer.

dean glances up, but castiel's eyes are shut, his head resting back against the books, his expression all screwed up with pleasure and sweet anticipation. the shelf he's grasping grinds hard into his back, painfully, and castiel presses his body back against it harder still because he needs that grounding, needs the distraction of it or else this is all going to end embarrassingly quickly. and that can't happen. he can't let that happen. dean's only just started. so castiel slams a wall up, fast, he thinks about advanced arithmancy equations, about cold snow down the back of his shirt, about house elves dancing naked under the moon, anything and everything that is not at all sexy.

it works, but only somewhat. the warm, wet sensation of dean's mouth cuts through it all, and castiel is boneless against the shelves, his breath quick and his thighs tense. ] Dean - [ he says again, quiet and thick. ] - that's.. you're..

[ so good. ]

[ Dean's own thoughts are a bit skewed, but he finds he does his best thinking about what he's actually doing, helping with the focus he needs to finish the task. Except... fuck. Everything about this is too hot, even for Dean's imagination, and he struggles with the rhythm he's just set, mouth slipping free so his fingers can circle and stroke and jerk him off a little faster. He forces himself to look, watching as his thumb traces the tip and presses into the slit at the tip. Everything about Cas is beautiful, mesmerizing, and he's struck by how difficult it is to actually do anything else except stare as he touches him. If he could watch him when he comes...

He sucks in a harsh breath and bites at his bottom lip, gaze flicking to Castiel's face and the exposed skin of his torso. All flushed, the dark color of a hickey forming where he'd nipped just below his collarbone, and it's all perfect somehow, the best fantasy Dean's probably ever going to have. The reality of it, however, sinks in with the weight of Cas' hand in his hair, the drag of his fingers along his scalp, and he swallows, his own voice low and surprisingly soft. ]

Good, yeah? [ So good, one of the best things ever. But there's so much more he wants to show him, wants to do to him... ] Hang on--

[ And that smile's back in place, tipping himself forward and using the hand settled between his legs to brace the back of one of Castiel's thighs so he can slide his mouth down over him as far as it'll go. Which is almost too much, nearly choking himself, but he recovers with a quick bob of his head, using his tongue to trace the length of him instead. If girls could do this, he could do this, and besides, Cas would thank him for it later when he wasn't so stressed about those damn tests. ] Better?

[ It's a pant now, excited and not at all concerned with how long this does or does not last. ]

[ it's an actual blessing when dean moves his mouth away to make use of his hand, and castiel is able to breathe again. this much he can handle. it's good, it's all good, and dean knows what he's doing, even if castiel knows that before him, dean's only experience has been with girls. but that doesn't really matter, because dean just seems so naturally good with his body and hands, and not to mention, there's not a boy alive their age that hasn't jerked off, and doing it to someone else isn't really very different from doing it to yourself.

so this is recovery time. and castiel takes advantage of it, catching his breath and falling slack against the books again and chancing a glance down at dean who looks eager, and proud of himself, all the things that castiel admires about him. he shifts his hips and he bites his lower lip gently and murmurs something unintelligible while trying to forget the cold fear creeping back that this is the library. ]

Yeah. [ he agrees, with a slow nod and a hitched breath. ] It's good.

[ and then the brief reprieve is over, and dean is leaning in again, and sucking him in deep and castiel's eyes snap shut, his hand on the shelf slipping, losing its grip, finding it again, and all the worries are washed away by the feel of dean's mouth all around his cock, wet and slippery and better than anything he's ever felt. it's exquisite, all consuming, burning away every thought in his mind but how it feels, this pressure and heat, that it's dean doing it, dean with his easy smiles and his flashing hazel-green eyes, the boy he was sure would never look at him the way castiel is sure he looked at dean.

when he pulls off again castiel is pitching forward a little, his breath fast and hard, both hands now finding dean's face, turning it upward, his right thumb sliding over dean's wet lower lip. ]

Dean, that's - [ he's struggling for the words. ] - it's good, I won't last. I thought we were going to.. I mean, I thought you wanted to..

[ fuck? yeah he can't bring himself to say it. not out loud. no way. ]

[ He wants to, and he wants to do a thousand different things to him too.

Some of them he's read about, and some of them he's only caught glimpses of in magazines of the very muggle world he's from. Most of them he's thought about lying awake at night in his bunk, sheets tangled around his legs and a hand halfway down his pajama bottoms with the need to have Cas there with him instead. It's not all that fair they're stuck to their separate houses almost all the time, and even when they're not, they don't have any alone time together. Social events and shared classes or breaks between school terms... It's not enough, and Dean's sure this isn't going to be either. But it's something, better than anything he's had in the longest time, and he's determined not to screw it up like he manages everything else in his life.

Castiel's hands on his face are nice, solid, and Dean looks at him even as he lets his tongue brush the edge of the thumb tracing his bottom lip. He nips at the pad, sucking the tip between his lips and licking it wet before letting it go. The grin he directs at him is bright, the flush under his skin probably doing the worst job of hiding those freckles of his. ]

Don't need you to last for that. [ Said even as he gets his hand around his cock again and strokes him, eyes half-hooded with the feel of it. ] I wanna... [ Dean swallows, shifting on his knees and pressing closer. ] I want it to be nicer than this, you know? Come on, Cas. [ Focus here. He speeds the movement of his hand up, circles the head with his thumb. ] Just come for me.

[ They can talk about the details of it later, about what he means and what they both want out of whatever this is. He doesn't want it to sound lame, but he's serious about fucking him somewhere with a bed, at least. The first time anyway. ]

[ there's no mistaking the faint relief that washes over castiel's features. truth be told, that's what he wants, too. somewhere quiet, where they can take their time, maybe it's stupid and romantic but castiel never claimed not to be either of those things, and if it's going to be his first time, he'd rather it be in a bed. traditional, maybe, but that's his pace. and he'd been ready and willing to do it here, because he'd thought dean had wanted to, and he wanted to try it, and yeah, castiel will just about bend over backwards for dean eighty percent of the time, but he's also eighteen years old, full of hormones, eager, and ready. so, if it's got to be up against a bookcase, then so be it. he won't complain. but given the choice? yes, he'd rather it be somewhere better. and that dean seems to feel the same way eases a bit of weight off of his shoulders that castiel hadn't even realized had been there. ]

All right. [ he says, assuredly, though it's difficult to argue with someone when their hand is on your cock, wet and slippery with saliva, pulling fast and hard. but he's sure, nonetheless. and dean is saying come on and come for me and that's enough to have him shelving any thoughts about their future for the moment, and focusing instead on the now.

and the now is good. the now is great. castiel leans back again, exhaling sharply, his left hand finding the shelf again for support as he arches his back, presses his shoulderblades into the bookcase, and rocks his hips into dean's expert hand. finishing this much here is fine by him, and then he can work on dean, and after that.. after that perhaps they can work out something better, a time, a place. at least, castiel hopes so. but for now, this is good. ]

[ It is good, and it's even better when he's sure Cas is so, so close to coming. He can feel it in the slick slide of his fingers around him, the tension of the muscles in his thighs and belly and probably the look on his face, and Dean's breathing is so quick, he's so turned on, that he's sure it wouldn't take any time at all to get himself off with the taste of Castiel in his mouth and the warmth of him pressed right up against him. But something suddenly feels off about all of it, not sexy or as private as it had been a second ago, and Dean glances up, hardly faltering in the jerk of his hand even with that thought pricking through the haze of lust clouding whatever judgment he normally has. They're in the library, and he'd forgotten how loud Cas could be if he let him, if he wasn't close enough to cup a hand over his mouth or kiss him silent. ]

Cas. [ The hiss is low, squeezing just a little tighter with his hand, and it's clumsy, struggling to get to his feet without disrupting the motion so he can press right up against him and get at his lips. Mental note that he owed him a proper blowjob when they could find the time... ] Hey. C'mon. [ It's a soft whine. ] You feel so fuckin' amazing —

[ Better than amazing, which is what he'll get at and tell him when they're not on the verge of getting caught and handed detentions or loss of house points, and Dean leans to bite at his ear, sucking and worrying at the lobe with his teeth. The bookshelf behind them creaks and groans, but it's sturdy enough to hold their weight, comfortable enough for a sloppy handjob and making out. Just enough to finish and duck out before anything bad actually went down. ]

[ dean's so good at this it's sinful, he's sharp and observant and he knows just how to wind castiel up in all the right ways. maybe that's just because he's pitifully virginal and almost everything feels good, or because it all shows so easily in his expression and the movement of his body, and it's not like castiel has much experience to draw from either, anyone to compare dean with. but dean is still experienced, he knows just what to do, just what to say, and even without his mouth on him castiel is painfully close.

and if he's disappointed that dean didn't finish what he'd started, it definitely doesn't show; castiel is heated and responsive, and once dean is up on his level castiel is grappling for him. his hands move fast, bunching in dean's shirt, yanking at him, twisting, digging his nails in through thin fabric. he might be quiet by nature, the sort of person most people's eyes pass over, unobtrusive, nondescript, but what he really is is a volcano. he's dormant, he's silent, for long periods of time he is innocuous, but it's always there, beneath the surface, all the hot magma of his intensity and his passion. it bursts through occasionally, often when people don't expect it, and castiel's ardor is a furious thing, and whether it comes out in anger, or excitement, or this - this hot, grasping lust, it's all the same: intense, acute, ferocious.

castiel twists against the weight of dean's body, panting hard, whining low under his breath, pushed close to the edge by dean's goading, his obscene words and the heat of his breath teasing at his ear and his hand pulling hard on his cock. the shelf still grinds painfully into his back but castiel doesn't feel it anymore, he's lost in dean, in this feeling. he comes at last with a sharp inhale, his hips snapping forward, his fingernails hooking like claws into dean's sides, and he groans loud and low, spilling hot against dean's palm, over his fingers. the pleasure crashes hard and fast as a wave. ]

[ Fuck. Fuck.

He's completely lost control of this somehow, stunned to pants and quiet sounds when Castiel tears into him like a hurricane. Dean doesn't know why it always surprises him, the intensity of the other boy something that had drawn him even when he'd struggled to pretend it was never there, and he loses his breath with Cas' orgasm, the heat of it slamming into him and settling hard between his legs so that his own erection is almost painful against the material of his uniform trousers. Dean whines, smothering the noise against Castiel's throat as he strokes him through it, and dammit, this is too hot to ever forget. He's going to remember the look on his face, the pressure of his hands and those sounds for the next forever probably.

Dean presses a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw and eventually leans back, letting his hand slip away and feeling the come coating his fingers. He pauses, looking at it in the dim light of the library, and unable to help himself, brings his thumb up to suck at the tip. There's a grin, expression bright and cheeks still flushed with obvious arousal, and with a slick pop, Dean gently rubs Cas' lower lip with that same digit, stroking down his chin and throat and circling the blooming bruise he'd bitten into his skin. ]

How're you feelin' now? [ He keeps his voice low, crowding into Castiel's space and rubbing his hips against his thigh, the hard edge of the other boy's own hip. ] You good? [ Not so stressed, thinking clearly? What's the point of those OWLs when they'll be joining the real world soon enough anyway? Dean just... He needs something, and he's pretty sure that something has to be Cas any way he can have him. ]

[ less stressed? absolutely. thinking clearly? not so much.

it takes a good minute for him to come down from it, to recover enough to feel dean's weight and warmth against him, he's just slack against the bookcase, spent and satisfied, something unforgiving in him snapped to pieces, and he feels flexible and warm all over.

and then dean is grinning, looking smug and self-satisfied, and castiel supposes well, he probably deserves to be, all things considered. still, he can't help but hike a dark eyebrow in weak disapproval, even as he catches his breath. ] .. good, yeah. [ he says, in a voice gone liquid smooth and lazy. ] That's a word for it.

[ but dean isn't finished. castiel can feel him pressing to his hip, hot and hard and eager, and he's not going to leave it be. with his breath still rushing, castiel loosens his grip on dean's shirt and sides to drop his hand to his belt, loosening it with ease. in the afterglow of his orgasm, much of his anxiety has fallen away, and castiel's movements are confident, secure, as he finishes with dean's belt and pops open the top button of his trousers. ]

Your turn.

[ He's not about to argue that fact, though it doesn't stop him from muffling a laugh into Cas' shoulder even as he lets him practically manhandle him into whatever he feels like doing. Dean isn't exactly prepared to last a while, not when he's so hard he feels like bursting, but it's the idea of Castiel being so in charge that really gets to him. That laugh melts into a soft moan, stepping even closer and pushing his own hand between them to assist Cas' hand into his pants and under his boxers--straight to the point. He shifts and rocks himself into it, hardly at all shy about how much he's already into it and how much he needs it. ]

My turn. Right. [ Dean takes the time to kiss him, his other hand pushing into already messy hair and holding tight. ] Won't take all that long with you doing that.

[ A sigh, and he lets his eyes fall shut, moving against him with a rhythm he doesn't exactly let Cas set. They're sharp, short thrusts, harder the longer he's left to his own devices, and he groans Cas' name under his breath, keeping his fingers curled around his wrist like an anchor. Like he'd just float off without a wave of his wand or the use of a broomstick. He presses the slightest kiss to skin. ]

Please, Cas. [ Don't tease him. ]

[ thankfully for dean, castiel isn't yet confident enough in sex to be a tease, so he's off the hook this time. but he is confident in his ability to get dean off, especially when he feels so close already, hot and painfully hard in his hand.

so castiel focuses all of his concentration into making dean feel good, and it's easy to do it, now that he isn't focused on himself, now that he isn't so turned on he's coming apart at the seams. he's soft and comfortable in his afterglow, and it finds him willing and attentive. ]

It's all right, Dean. [ he whispers, quiet against his ear, and slips his left hand into the warmth of dean's trousers beside his right so he can work him with both hands. it's easy enough to get his fingers and palms around him, and he doesn't have to set a rhythm because dean is setting his own, his hips snapping staccato into his touch already. so castiel simply works him in accordance with what he wants, sliding his fingers from root to tip, pressing into the groove at his cockhead with his thumb. ] I've got you.

[ and it feels good. even though he's already spent, it still feels good to do this for dean, to feel him writhing against castiel's body, to feel the heat and weight of his cock in his hands and know that dean's feeling this way because of him. that somehow, in some way, castiel was able to give him this. it's extraordinary, and it feels warm and sweet like a hand around his heart. ]

[ He'd probably die if it ever got to that point, knowing how stubborn he can be, especially if it was twisted up in teasing him, but luck's on his side, pressing it even as Cas drives him crazy. Dean bites his lip, a little lost to everything else but the slide and pull of those fingers on his cock, and two hands is certainly better than one, though maybe too much. His hips stutter once, quickly trying to find that same rhythm again, but it's much too sporadic, too good to really care if it's right or not. Dean's sure Cas wouldn't care either, definitely not now, and he grits his teeth, fighting how good it is and wanting to tumble head-first into his orgasm all at once. ]

Ff, yeah. Just like that. Just--

[ He chokes on whatever word he'd wanted to say, mumbling Castiel's name instead, and there's one hard push of his hips against those bewitching hands before it's over, coming quick and bit too unexpected for Dean to keep up. It steals his breath, leaves him boneless against Cas for a long handful of seconds, and even when he's managed to regain his footing, he doesn't bother moving very much. An inch or two, not wanting to crush him against the bookcase, and somehow, that's the thought that registers the most through that wonderful little haze settling in his brain.

It smells like sex and dusty parchment and... damn. Dean presses a chaste kiss to Cas' cheek. ] Sorry I lied and dragged you away from your books.

[ Okay, that might just be a bit of a tease. He's not all that sorry. ]

[ dean comes quick and hard and messy, and castiel can't help the little thrill up his spine. it feels good to make dean feel good. it feels even better to know that he managed it himself somehow, that these clumsy exchanges are making him better, a little more sure of himself every time.

when dean crumples against him, castiel smiles but says nothing, only gives him the moment he needs to enjoy his afterglow and sink into those sweet, warm feelings. it's a nice handful of seconds, and castiel chances a moment to shut his eyes, to breathe in the scent of dean's skin and clothing, all mixed up with the sharp smell of sex. it isn't until dean finally rouses himself and regains his footing that castiel at last slips his hands out of dean's trousers, glancing down toward them in dismay. his fingers are all sticky with come. he probably should have considered this before he thought to go whole hog and use both hands. ]

You aren't sorry at all. [ he says, mild disapproval in his voice, but there's a warmth in his eyes he can't fully extinguish. with his less messy hand, he extricates his wand from his pocket and waves it once with a muttered scourgify. better. ]

You think?

[ Smug, and he certainly can't help the retort, resisting the urge to roll his eyes the second Cas snaps out his wand to help clean them up. What's the point of it all when they can't fall back to their dormitories wearing their exploits of the evening? It certainly wouldn't be the first time he's come back with messy hair and disheveled clothes. Dean pushes back and steadies himself with a shelf, taking his time to help button Castiel's shirt and thoroughly eye his handiwork of a hickey. ] Don't even try to magic that thing off either. It looks good there.

[ It looks like Cas belongs to him, and he gives him a careful sort of grin, finishing with his shirt and reaching up to smooth his hair down. He doesn't look as wild as he had a second ago, but Dean can still tell what he'd been up to. He considers keeping his tie though and wonders what others would think if they saw a Hufflepuff wearing a Ravenclaw's tie. (Really, he doesn't actually give a damn what they think, but it's amusing to entertain the idea.)

Dean tugs at his collar, reaching around to pluck the condom up from where it had been discarded somewhere in the middle of their fun. ] Here. [ And he tucks it into one of the pockets of Cas' robes. ] Keep it for next time.

[ look, if you want to keep castiel's come on your hands, that's fine, you grubby jerk. but castiel isn't going to trek all the way back to ravenclaw tower with sticky hands on his books. think of the books, dean. they don't deserve that.

it's.. nice, though, to have dean fussing over him, buttoning his shirt and smoothing his hair, and he opens his mouth to argue about the bruise dean left behind - but ultimately he doesn't. because with his shirt closed, it won't be visible anyway, and castiel wants to keep it, to look at it, and remember how dean's mouth felt right there against his skin. so, you win that one, dean winchester.

when dean slips the condom into his pocket, though, castiel draws his teeth over his bottom lip, briefly. ]

Yeah. I'll hold onto it. We'll.. figure someplace out.

[ but therein lies the problem, right? two weeks until their exams, and after that.. what? it's all over. there's no holiday between then and now, no break, no time when the dormitories will be empty. and castiel could sneak him into ravenclaw tower, maybe, some night after his roommates are asleep, cast a soundproofing charm on is bedcurtains.. but he has no idea. there's so little time and he - he can't presume that this thing they have going is anything dean will be interested in continuing once they've graduated. but he'll.. keep it, anyway. just in case, he supposes. ]

[ He's got a good idea what all that worrying is about it, the elephant in the room that neither of them actually talk about, but Dean doesn't bring it up here either, pushing away from Castiel and tucking everything back into place so he's presentable enough to wander the hallway back to his own tower. He does wipe his hands on the ends of his robes though - don't look at him for that either, Cas, it'll come out - and makes sure his own wand is still neatly stashed in his boot before looping an arm around the other boy's neck. He feels good, relaxed, and he really doesn't want to ruin it with yet another reminder that the thing they've finally got going is at risk of being cut short.

It's not like Dean wants to tell him that Cas could probably do a hell of a lot better than someone like him anyway. Barely passing his classes (though he's amazingly adept at Potions, which Dean argues is too much like cooking not to get right) and a rather poor excuse for a wizard who preferred working with his hands and playing quidditch when he had free time. Castiel had a much brighter future, probably at the Ministry or even here as a professor teaching some ridiculous lessons about muggle theory and divination or something off the wall like that. They wouldn't match, certainly didn't make sense as far as Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws went. Dean just...

He likes Cas, and all of this is ruining his good mood. Which isn't fair. ]

Some place, yeah. [ He switches topics quickly, drawing him out of the stacks to retrieve the books they'd left sit. ] Bet you won't think of this place the same when you're with those study groups of yours, huh?

[ A wink, and he ducks away... just in case Cas feels like elbowing him for that inappropriate comment. ]

[ like it or not, dean is definitely getting a hard stare when he wipes his hands on his robes, and castiel's half tempted to scourgify it off of him whether he likes it or not, but in the end he resists, and dean is distracting him anyway with an arm around his neck, tugging.

and the subject is changed quickly, which makes castiel's heart drop into his belly like a stone, but he doesn't pursue it. he never does. it's part of what keeps this elephant in the room to begin with. but castiel is too attached to dean, too afraid to risk breaking this brittle thing they have going by saying the wrong thing, by pushing him too hard, and so around and around they go, over and over again, while the deadline closes in on them.

castiel ignores it, swallows it down, like he always does. ]

They're not stupid. [ he retorts, stacking his books neatly again, and lifting them in his arms. ] If you're suggesting that I won't be able to work in the library again, you're wrong. I do sometimes think about things that aren't you, Dean Winchester.

[ A snort of disbelief, and Dean immediately snatches up some of the books to tuck them under his arm. It's a quiet dare, like he expects Cas to say something and take them back. ]

What other things're there to think about besides me?

[ His grin says it's another tease, knowing how lost the other boy can get in his thoughts sometimes, but it's worth the look on his face when it actually sinks in, getting a fistful of his robes and tugging him around the bookshelves and out into the corridor. Maybe they hadn't been in there as long as he'd thought, considering the few other students still popping up every now and then. Dean only ignores them, pulling Castiel along toward the direction of the Ravenclaw tower. The least he could do is walk him back, maybe get in another kiss or two before reluctantly calling it a night.

Even Dean thinks he should probably do a little studying in the next week or two before everything wraps up, which has him wondering... ]

Hey, Cas. [ Like he doesn't have his attention already. ] Got any plans for the summer?

[ it's a relief to see other students as they leave the library, and in the hallways, and their ranks are thin but it's enough to know that it isn't past curfew, not yet. good. the last thing castiel needs is detention and punishment two weeks before the most important exams in his life.

it's a comfortable silence as they climb the stairs to the tower, though, and they're nearly to the portrait again when dean pipes up, rousing castiel from his consistently distracting thoughts. at first he thinks he's heard him wrong, but when he replays it in his head and finds the same result it has him smiling - it's a muted smile, a little shy, a little awkward, but in the end he sighs and spreads his hands. ]

Oh. Trying to figure out what I'm going to do with the rest of my life.

[ while being harangued and tormented by a thousand siblings and cousins. ]

What about you?

[ He doesn't know what the smile's supposed to mean, not when it's there for him to see and attempt to decipher. So, he just lets it go and thinks about how nice it looks on him instead, the things he rarely gets to see on Cas unless it's from some dumb book he's got his nose stuck in. Dean stops short just at the top of the steps, scuffing his boot along the stone as he considers the question. There are a thousand different things he could tell him, each emphasizing how much he wants Cas to be there with him, but in the end, Dean only shrugs with one shoulder partially raised. ]

I dunno. Sam's still got this whole thing here, and I-- [ don't. It's not like it'd be good for him to stick around anymore than he already has anyway. ] I've got stuff back home. You know how it is.

[ The family business and all. His dad hadn't been all that happy about sending them both abroad either, but he's pretty sure it's what his mom would've wanted had she been around. It's still a sore spot, which is why he elects to stay here half the time during breaks if he can manage it. (And okay, the other half has to do with trying to get closer to Castiel, but it's not as if he'd come right out and admit it.)

He scratches the back of his head. ] Maybe you could, uh, you know, come visit or something.

[ there's a little knot in castiel's belly that he's been carrying around for awhile, mostly since the moment he and dean had started.. well. whatever this is. this thing they haven't given a name. since the very moment it began castiel has been waiting for it to end, waiting it for it to collapse around him, because it inevitably will. guys like dean don't hang around guys like castiel, and he's been waiting for dean to realize that he's made a mistake, done something really wrong and really weird, he's been waiting for that other shoe to drop.

but that knot loosens now, easing apart, and it's not entirely gone but the difference is substantial. castiel smiles again, a real smile, broad and warm, and he immediately regrets it because he probably looks like an overeager idiot, so he's quick to bite his lip. but it's still there, in his blue eyes. ]

Yeah. I'd like that.

[ more than he can rightly say, without making more of a lovesick fool out of himself than he already has. castiel clears his throat. ]

My home gets a bit loud in the summer, anyway. I'm sure I'd welcome a reprieve.

[ It's not like it had been easy asking, though his phrasing made it easier to shrug off if Castiel had decided he had better things to do than spend even more time with Dean, and that smile twists something up in his stomach, in his chest. It makes it hard to breathe for a second or two, swallowing down the blush that's threatening to rise up in his face at the thought of having Cas all to himself without so many distractions. Sure, there'd be Sam's constant presence, and his dad would probably eye them with that knowing look he'd been giving Dean the last several months, but he could deal with it. It'd definitely be worth it, he thinks. ]

Good. [ Wow, talk about his voice kicking it up an octave. He clears his throat once. ] I mean, cool. So...

[ He's not sure why everything feels awkward all of a sudden. He'd been perfectly comfortable luring Cas into the library and pushing him up against the stacks, and he'd been more than fine with his mouth on his dick. But this? This just makes him nervous, and he shuffles a bit, sliding his hands down into the pockets of his robes like he's grasping for something to hold onto. ]

Guess I should head back to my house before someone says something. [ Because when in doubt, run away. ]

[ as in most things, they are equal opposites, and where dean feels awkward and uncomfortable, castiel is relatively complacent and relaxed. things like this, talking about things that are important - it scares him far less than sex, that's for sure. even if he's still nervous, still worried that dean is going to realize he totally chose the wrong person here. ]

Yeah. [ he says, hesitating, because dean is right. curfew is upon them and castiel very much needs to make up for that hour spent not studying, and if he wants to get any good amount of sleep for tomorrow's classes he should really start soon. but saying goodbye to dean is never easy. their house divide makes things so difficult, sometimes. who knows when they'll get this chance again?

in the end he steps forward and, after a quick glance around to make doubly sure that the stairwells are abandoned, he slips his hands under dean's jaw and dips his head down to kiss him - uncertain at first, but then it's warm, and slow, and soft. ]

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