aaron bradbury


And we keep living anyway

We rise and we fall

And we break

And we make our mistakes

And if there’s a reason I’m still alive

When everyone who loves me has died

I’m willing to wait for it

Wait For It · Leslie Odom Jr. (x)

Okay, So One thing is Crossed Off My List

We all know what I’m talking about. You know the list of things you want for SPN to do? Well, IT HAPPENED.




Now that that’s off the list

- Sam/Cas Hug

As well as another episode with the wonderful Garth Fitzgerald IV

- Episode with Garth

There are still other things left on the list that are reasonable that the writers should probably consider, such as:

- Episode where Garth and/or Charlie and/or Cas meet

- Musical Episode

- Human!Impala and perhaps a Human!Pimpmobile (what else are Sam and Cas driving about while Dean’s got baby? Think about it)

- Episode where Osric Chau just randomly replaces Misha as Cas for a whole episode and nobody questions it (Because Osric cosplays and roleplays as Cas a decent amount, come on, give him this)

- If I’m not too hopeful…A scene where Cas hugs Dean and shows him that ZE HAS LEARNED HOW TO HUG, AFTER ALL THIS TIME. AND DEAN HUGS BACK. AND IT IS GLORIOUS.

*ahem* *gets act together*

- An episode where NOBODY ON TEAM FREE WILL HAS A GUILT COMPLEX. Just a whole episode where they just don’t care what they do. It would be like Soulless!Sam times three.

- Dean just eats pie. With Cas. And watches the next season of Game of Thrones with Cas and Sam and they just DON’T DIE or anything. Please?

- Cain meets Cas. And hugs him. AND CAS HUGS HIM BACK. (I just want Cas to use hir newfound skill, okay? And I bet Cain would love the hell out of Cas. And approve. Because Cain’s awesome.)

- Can Colette rise from the dead? Because, for real, I want to know if she was just a la-ti-da dogooder or was a freaking BAMF of a Hunter.

- Gabriel and Cas talk it out. Writers say the Trickster’s still uh-tricking. Ze and Cas aren’t exactly close. But they both enjoy the Winchesters and I feel as though both have similar views on the world. And perhaps Good ol’ Loki’s got a trick up hir sleeve when it comes to Chuck? Hmmm? I feel like Cas would try to beat the crap out of Gabe after all ze’s done to Dean and Gabe would just beat Cas to the ground like the distant older multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent that ze is, but still, would be a fun fight to watch. And if Dean’s there, well, he could stop Cas from acting dumb.


I think that’s it for now. I feel as though the ideas above are reasonable enough and good to explore.

SPN at Hogwarts: The Secret Meeting

A lot of people have been asking about another chapter, and with all the sadness that was the Season 9 finale, well, I felt like writing up another chapter.

| - Master Post - | - Post That Inspired This - | - The Lineup For The Professors - | - People By House and Year - | - Information on the Triwizard Tournament - | - Intro - | - The Sorting Hat - | - The Boggart - | - The Goblet - | - The Knitting Club - | - Cousins - | - The First Task - | - The Hogsmeade Trip - | - The Second Task - | - Halloween - | - The Yule Ball - | - The Order - | - The Secret Meeting - | - Valentine’s Day - | - Spring Break - | - Ancestors - | - Time Travelers - | - The Birthday - | - The Third Task - | - The Unexpected Victor - | - Consequences - | - The Weapon - | - The Disease - | - The Fallen - | - The Cure - | - The End - |

SPN at Hogwarts: The Secret Meeting

Dean Winchester was sitting at the Hufflepuff table, all eyes on him. Not specifically because anything he was doing, no, not exactly. The problem, for once, wasn’t Dean Winchester, King of Unneeded Attention. No, the prize this past week went to someone who was usually the King of No Attention.

“So…you’re eating with us again?” asked Donna through pancake bites.

She wasn’t exactly being judgmental about the whole situation. Hell, she hadn’t been paying much attention to what was going on ever since she started getting letters daily from that Sam Wesson guy (who Dean was still a bit on the suspicious side about), she had become worse than she already was with understanding the obvious.


The reply Cas gave, like every single day Donna had asked the same question, was blunt and short. Dean didn’t even know if what Cas was doing was even allowed, but no one had stopped Cas yet. He had been sitting next to Dean for breakfast, lunch, and dinner all week without so much as an explanation to it other than “Is it bothering you?”, which Dean couldn’t really say it was.

Yeah, Dean probably should have been bothered by it. He should have been bothered by the fact that Everyone was giving them weird looks as if Cas had just walked out of the Forbidden Forest as a purple three legged blob with an eyepatch and Dean was some mermaid the thing was dragging along with it. He should have been bothered by the fact that there was literally no space between he and Cas and that Cas looked like he was linked to Dean’s hip. Hell, Dean should have been bothered by the fact that Cas was not only sitting like this with Dean during dining times, but also during classes, every single class they had together to be exact, all the classes Cas had been skipping all year.

But every time Cas sat next to him, he didn’t think about the eyes that were on him like glue to a kindergartener, all he could focus on was Cas laughing when he finally understood a joke from two days ago. Every time Cas sat down next to him, he didn’t think about that obvious missing boundary, all he thought about was how Cas’ side felt warm against his and that he missed the warmth whenever the class ended. Not like Dean would say that out loud, though.

“Are you going to keep eating with us, because this attention is making my asthma act up,” said Bobby skittishly, his voice cracking a bit.

An owl flew down, dropping a letter next to Donna. Donna couldn’t stop herself from giddily grabbing the letter and opening it.

“Another letter from Sam Wesson?” asked Cas, nibbling on a biscuit.

Donna couldn’t help but smile, her eyes filled with joy. Bobby grimaced next to her, his hair turning darker by the minute.

“It is,” she said, reading the letter, “Oh, and he’s saying he’ll be able to be in Hogsmeade during the next Hogsmeade weekend! Isn’t that wonderful?”

“The guy who got a mysterious illness is mysteriously coming back for a Hogsmeade weekend?” Dean said, raising an eyebrow.

Donna moved across the table and whacked Dean.

“Stop saying stuff like that, Sam is a good guy! Jeez! You’re just jealous because you don’t have a girlfriend as great as my boyfriend,” said Donna.

Dean rolled his eyes.

“Like I want someone a million kilometers away just sending me ‘I wuv you’ cards. No thank you,” said Dean.

“What about someone who’s in close proximity?” asked Cas.

Dean nearly choked on the roll he was eating, becoming more and more conscious of Cas in general. Cas tilted his head curiously.

“Are you okay, Dean?”

Dean coughed a nervous laugh out, trying to look anywhere besides those pulling blue eyes Cas had.

“I-I’m fine, just something went down the wrong way, I’m totally fine,” said Dean, clearing his throat, “And I’m not really, uh, thinking much about that. I mean, in between classes and checking on Sammy, it’s hard for me to even think about having a relationship at the moment. If one were to, well, just sort of start naturally, maybe I’d run with it, but, um, no…I, uh, I don’t think I even gave much thought to that, or anything. 'Cause, you know, I’m not really with the whole, uh, love, and…love…”

Donna gave him a curious look.

“Love and…love, eh, Dean Winchester?” she said almost knowingly.

Dean glared at her.

“I think…”

Dean felt the warmth on his side disappear, leaving him feeling cold.

“…it is time for classes, right, Dean?” asked Cas.

Dean turned to see Cas’ hip next to his head. His eyes slowly climbed up to those pulling blue eyes of Cas’. Dean didn’t even notice that his mouth was open.


Dean snapped out of it quickly, jolting awkwardly out of his seat.

"Y-yeah, let’s go, Cas. See you later, guys,” said Dean, quickly putting his arm around Cas’ shoulders and ushering him away from the two, the eyes around Dean suddenly becoming more and more known to him.

Dean knew he was walking too close to Cas. They were walking in line and stepping together with the same feet, their hips practically touching. It felt so normal to Dean, like he didn’t know how he was walking without Cas next to him.

“Hey, Cas!”

Dean hated that voice. There was April Kelly, running up to Cas from the Beauxbatons table.

“Meet me in five? I got some things to go over with you,” she said.

Cas nodded.

“Of course,” said Cas, “I’ll meet you where we usually meet.”

It was disheartening because Dean was sure that meant Cas was meeting her in the Room of Requirements, where Cas used to take him whenever they discussed a new task. Even after a week back, Cas still hadn’t told Dean anything about the next task. Dean couldn’t bring it up without Cas changing the subject, and Dean wasn’t sure how to corner Cas about it. All Dean could do is give Cas a worried look.

“She’s…she’s good,” said Cas, avoiding Dean’s eyes, “Trust me, please.”

“Oh, I trust you, Cas,” said Dean, “I know you try to be a good guy. I know, you try, but Cas, you trust everyone. People are going to use that trust and…it’s not going to be pretty.”

Cas glared at Dean.

“I can take care of myself. I’ve always taken care of myself. If you’ll excuse me, I have someone I need to talk with,” said Cas, walking off.

Dean sighed, rubbing his face. He wondered if he shouldn’t have said anything, but Dean was worried. He couldn’t just let Cas keep wondering into something that seemed like darkness to Dean just to keep some form of pseudo-good between them. He had been trying to avoid saying it all week, but…he couldn’t just keep letting Cas think he was okay with what Cas was doing.

He walked to class alone, hoping Cas would sit next to him like he had been all week.

“Hey…you okay there, Dean?”

Dean was lying on Charlie’s bed again, looking up at the poster of Scarlet Johansson Charlie stuck to the bottom of the other bed.

“You’d think staring at this would make things better,” said Dean as Charlie lay next to him.

“Yeah, you’d think that,” said Charlie, sighing, “What’s up?”

Dean just stared up at the picture.

“You’d think adding a picture of Felicia Day would help?” asked Dean, trying to change the subject.

Charlie gave him a look. Dean gulped.

“I trust Cas, you know, I know I do, but…I just can’t trust April. I don’t know why, I just can’t,” said Dean.

Charlie smiled.

“Of course you can’t, Dean.”

The smile made Dean squirm. It felt like she was seeing past something Dean never wanted people to see.

“It’s not that, I just…I have a bad feeling about her. The bad type of bad, too, not just that, 'ooh, something’s weird about her’, like a 'looming death’ kind of bad,” said Dean.

“That does sound like a bad feeling. I don’t know too much about her, either. She went to the Yule Ball with Cas, didn’t she?”

Dean tensed, slowly nodding.

“Yeah…they did go to that together.”

“Speaking of the Yule ball, me and some of my friends are going to be going into Hogsmeade next week, do you want to come?” asked Charlie.

“What friends?” asked Dean.

“Probably Gilda Dupont, Golem DeSantis, Ed and Maggie Zeddmore, Harry Spangler…Aaron Bass. You know, Aaron has been talking about you. Said you were fun at the Yule Ball.”

“Aaron? That short one, right?” said Dean casually.

Charlie rolled her eyes.

“You want to come with us or not?” asked Charlie.

Dean thought about the Yule Ball. He did have a lot of fun, especially because of Aaron and his words.

“Sure. Wouldn’t hurt, right?” asked Dean.

Charlie grinned.

“Awesome,” she said.

Dean found Cas in a random, little known crevice of the castle. Dean only had to walk over for Cas to notice him.

“Hello, Dean,” said Cas.

Dean had been wondering the castle, finished with his homework and needing time to think. He didn’t think he would find Cas around some random place during his walk, but Dean couldn’t say he was surprised. Cas always seemed to pop up whenever he felt like it.

“How’s the task prep going?” asked Dean, sitting down next to Cas.

Cas stiffened.

“…Good…I’m going to be doing some research and work with April during this weekend at Hogsmeade,” said Cas.

“Oh, you’re going to Hogsmeade as well?” asked Dean nonchalantly.

Cas seemed to falter.

“You’re…You’re going to Hogsmeade? With who? I thought Donna wanted to go on her own to see Sam, that it was very hush-hush because Sam wanted it to be just them,” said Cas.

“Wait, you remember that?-Never mind. First off, I am going to at least walk Donna over to her date because like hell will I let some guy come around and possibly drug her and steal her kidneys. Second, I am going with Charlie and a few of her friends.”

Cas blinked.

“You hang out with Charlie’s friends?” asked Cas.

Dean shrugged, grinning.

“Her friends are pretty nice, especially that Aaron guy.”


“You know, Aaron Bass? I’ve been hanging out with him all week, he’s pretty cool. His Griffindor friend Golem DeSantis is a bit intimidating, but he seems like a cool dude.”

Cas shifted around nervously.

“You mean Aaron from a grade under us? That Aaron?”

Dean nodded.

“Yeah. I met him at the Yule Ball, and I don’t know, we sort of hit it off there. After hanging out with him all week, well, he’s just gotten cooler, you know?”

“I don’t know, he seemed a bit like a snob when I talked to him last time,” said Cas a bit quickly.

“He hasn’t been much of a snob around me. He’s pretty down to earth, actually. I helped him out with some homework too, so it’s not like he’s snobby about that either,” said Dean.

“I don’t think you should hang out with him that much, Dean,” said Cas, avoiding Dean’s eyes.

Dean narrowed his eyes.

“Why not? And don’t tell me it’s because he’s a 'snob’,” said Dean.

“I just…I don’t want you to hang out with him,” grumbled Cas.

Dean stood up.

“Cas, you don’t get to decide who I hang out with.”


“But nothing. I don’t stop you from hanging out with April, even when I don’t trust her. I at least I trust you enough to let you hang out with someone I don’t exactly trust.”


“No. Stop it. Don’t. This is ridiculous - you’re ridiculous. I’m out of here.”

Dean began to walk away.


Dean turned to Cas with a look of disappointment.


Dean walked away, Cas staying where he was.

“Hey, there, Dean.”

Dean grinned, walking over.

“Hey, Aaron,” said Dean.

“And this must be Donna?” said Aaron.

Dean had dragged her over. Dean was just not going to let her go alone to find some guy that no one really seems to know about. Donna rolled her eyes.

“Dean, seriously, I can do this on my own! Merlin’s Beard! - Oh, uh, hi. Yeah, I’m Donna. So you’re Aaron? Dean’s been talking about you quite a bit, you seem pretty cool.”

Aaron smiled, crossing his arms.

“Oh really? I didn’t know he’d been talking about me to his friends.”

Dean laughed nervously. He had been a bit. Aaron seemed like a cool guy, why shouldn’t he brag a bit about a new friend?

Before Dean could respond to that, he saw Charlie and her friends rushing over.

“Okay,” said Charlie, a bit out of breath, “So, this is Maggie Zeddmore, a Griffindor. I think You’ve met Golem. Uh, these are Ed Zeddmore and Harry Spangler, they’re slytherins. And yeah, you know Gilda already. Donna, right?”

Donna nodded.

“It’s very nice to meet you all,” said Dean as everyone gave him, Donna, and Aaron their greetings.

“What are we waiting for?” asked Aaron, “Let’s get out of here.”

Dean smiled.


Dean had learned a lot about Aaron Bass during his week of hanging out with him. Aaron was a muggleborn and had groan up as a bit of an awkward outcast as a child. Or at least, he thought he was muggleborn. It turned out later that his grandfather was actually a squib and had chosen to live in the muggle world.

His friend Golem - he had come from a family who had worked for the wizard family Aaron’s grandfather had been a part of. Each generation worked for that same generation in Aaron’s family. Apparently, Aaron is the last wizard left in the proud family he came from. They’re population had dwindled, partially from the fact that they would only marry into pureblooded families and partially because mental illness from too much past intermarrying had lessened anyone’s want to actually marry into the family. The family had also participated in several acts against humanity as Death Eaters and several died in Azkhaban. Supposedly, a few people managed to be good, despite it all. One person in the family in particular had been rumored to be one of the greatest heroes of all, but the records of some of the members of the family were a bit sketchy at best. Either way, Aaron was the last of the Prince Family, and Golem, as the DeSantis closest to Aaron’s age, was chosen to protect him.

The two were decently inseparable, but Aaron was known to sneak away from him on occasion. 'I just don’t like being looked at so intensely all the time’ Aaron remarked once, 'I need some space sometimes’. Much like what they were doing now.

“Come on, Dean,” whispered Aaron, dragging Dean out of the Three Broomsticks.

Dean stifled a laugh, turning the corner on the street.

“Dude, they’re going to notice in like five minutes that we’re not there,” Dean said through a grin.

“Yeah, I don’t think they will if Golem and Harry are both hitting on Maggie. I mean, it’s obvious both of them like her, and once Ed sees that, oh man, let the distraction commence.”

Dean barked a laugh.

“You’re an evil genius, you know that? A friggin’ evil genius.”

“I’m not in Ravenclaw for nothing, Dean Winchester. Now, come on, I heard Honeydukes has half-off Berty Botts Every Flavor Beans,” Aaron said, then whispered, “I have an in with this guy there - He’ll make I get sure only flavors want. You know, I heard you like pie…”

Aaron moved his eyebrows up and down. Dean hid his face for a moment.

“Know a way to a guy’s heart, don’t you?” said Dean.

Aaron wobbled his head.

“I may know a few things about getting to a guy’s heart. Something about the stomach, right?”

Dean was about to respond, but then he saw him. Cas. Walking down the street. With April.

Dean faltered, tensing up and freezing for a moment.

That was when Aaron put his arm around Dean’s waist.

“Follow my lead,” said Aaron, a mischievous look in his eyes.

Dean relaxed for a moment.

“I…You don’t have to do anything man, I’m not looking for anything,” said Dean.

Aaron snorted.

“I’m not looking for anything either. Doesn’t mean I can’t help a friend out, right?” said Aaron.

All Dean could do was smile.

They began to walk, hip to hip as Cas and April walked away from the entrance of Dogweed and Deathcap.

“HEY,” said Aaron unnecessarily loudly, “ISN’T THAT YOUR FRIEND CAS?”

Dean was trying his best not to laugh.

“I THINK SO,” said Dean loudly, “I DON’T KNOW THOUGH.”


Cas sounded so confused. He was glaring at Aaron, who had dragged Dean even closer to him, if that was possible.

"COME ON, DEAN, LET’S GO OVER TO MADAM PUDDIFOOT’S. I HEARD EVERYONE GOES THERE,” said Aaron over dramatically, clinging to Dean as he winks in Cas’ direction.

Dean can’t help but let out a cackle.

“BUT OF COURSE,” said Dean melodramatically, picking Aaron up bridal style and skipping diagonal through the street, right past a gaping mouthed Cas and a slightly weirded out April, “LET’S.”

When they were in, they both burst out in laughter, Dean dropping Aaron immediately.

“I loved that skipping, nice touch,” said Aaron through bursts of laughter, “It was like riding a comfortable horse.”

“What can I say, I like a little flourish on my work every once and a while,” said Dean, his face turning red from all the laughing, “Seriously, man, you made that way easier to handle. Is there any way to repay you?”

“By us a pie, and I’ll be good to go.”

“Have I told you you’re the best yet, or do I save that for another time you save me from looking at April and Cas?” asked Dean.

“Save it for the next time. I’m sure I’ll think of something even more ridiculous to do. We could act like officials from the Ministry of Silly Walks,” said Aaron.

“Monty Python will be proud of us,” said Dean, laughing just thinking about it, “Now, come on. Let’s try on hats at Gladrags Wizardwear then spy on Donna to make sure Sam Wesson won’t drug her and steal her kidneys.”

Aaron grinned.

“You had me at hats,” said Aaron.

Dean was glad he became friends with Aaron. This was a great distraction.

Cas stopped Dean in the hall. He had been walking around after he said goodbye to Charlie, Aaron, and the gang.


Dean raised an eyebrow as Cas ran over to him, looking tired and out of breath.

“Uh, Dean, I wanted to ask you something,” said Cas.

Dean crossed his arms.

“What? You think you’re allowed to just ask me questions now? I thought you didn’t trust me. Why would out trust my answer?” asked Dean.

“What is Aaron to you?” blurted Cas, “I-I mean, I don’t know much about, uh, love and…Love and I don’t have experience with all of that stuff, I’ve never been prone to it, but I just want to know, I want to know what Aaron is to you. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you, I’m sorry.”

Dean couldn’t help but laugh a bit.

“Cas…Come on, Cas, calm down. Aaron’s just a friend.”

“And what do you mean by friend?” hissed Cas quickly.

Dean glared.

“It’s not much business of yours. It’s not like you have any claim on me. If you have to know, he’s just a friend friend, but you’re really being ridiculous about all of this.”

Cas’ eyes looked so lost when Dean said that, and Dean couldn’t help but turn away, hide the pain he felt from that look.

“I…I know I don’t have any claim on you, Dean,” said Cas in an almost broken voice, “You’re not some object, I don’t think of you that way. I just…I get this feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I just know there’s something wrong with Aaron.”

“Well, maybe I feel like that whenever I see April, but you don’t see me acting immature or selfish about it. I let you make your own decisions about it, despite how I felt.”

It was infuriating for Dean, for Cas to act like this even when Dean had been completely fine with his closeness to others.

“Maybe I don’t want you to be close like that to other people,” blurted Cas.

“I’m close like that with a lot of people. I’m close like that with Charlie. I’m close like that with Benny. I’m close like that with Aaron. I’m close like that with Donna. I’m close like that with you.”

“But…I just want you to myself.”

Cas said it so quietly, said it to the floor.

There was a pause. Dean unsure of what to say as he turned to the pathetic looking Cas.

“I just think of you with all these other people, and…I just want you with me, not them.”

Dean didn’t notice how close Cas become. He was mere inches away from Dean. Dean’s eyes had no choice but to scan Cas’ face, his eyes subconsciously darting from eyes to lips, then away. He didn’t know why he did that. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to know.

“Dean…you're different…from anyone else…I just want us to be okay.”

Dean felt hot. He took a step away, hoping to get some breathing room. He felt shaky and nervous.

“We’re…we’re okay, Cas, we'll always be okay. Even if I get angry at you, I could never be angry at you for forever. It’s just not in me. I couldn’t.”

Cas took a step closer.

“Are you sure? Are you sure we’re okay?”

Dean laughed nervously.

“Of course we are, Cas. I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Cas hugged Dean. Dean’s arms acted on their own accord, hugging Cas back unconsciously.

“I’m sorry about that…you can be friends with anyone, I’m the one in the wrong here. I…I don’t know what came over me there,” mumbled Cas into Dean’s chest.

“It’s…It’s fine, really. Don’t worry about it, Cas.”

Cas looked up, smiling.

“Good,” he said.

They stood there for a while, just holding one another as Dean wondered whether or not that was a normal thing to do with your best friend.


SPN at Hogwarts: the Yule Ball

A lot of people seem to want me to keep on doing this spiel of mine, so I decided to make a new chapter.

| - Master Post - | - Post That Inspired This - | - The Lineup For The Professors - | - People By House and Year - | - Information on the Triwizard Tournament - | - Intro - | - The Sorting Hat - | - The Boggart - | - The Goblet - | - The Knitting Club - | - Cousins - | - The First Task - | - The Hogsmeade Trip - | - The Second Task - | - Halloween - | - The Yule Ball - | - The Order - | - The Secret Meeting - | - Valentine’s Day - | - Spring Break - | - Ancestors - | - Time Travelers - | - The Birthday - | - The Third Task - | - The Unexpected Victor - | - Consequences - | - The Weapon - | - The Disease - | - The Fallen - | - The Cure - | - The End - |

SPN at Hogwarts: Yule Ball

“You know, I thought you were going to have two left feet, but DANG, you’re as graceful as a swan, Dean Winchester!”

Dean laughed nervously.

“Please, don’t compare me to a swan,” Dean said, not feeling comfortable with being angry about a complement.

“But you are, you totally are!”

Dean sighed. He was with all the other Hufflepuff Fifth Years, learning how to do all the ballroom dances he already knew. He tried to tell Professor Josie Sands about how he already knew how to do the Waltz, the Tango, the Foxtrot, the anything she could probably think of, but she was having none of it. ’It will be good for you to take some time off’ she had said, ’I’ve noticed you’ve been over working yourself. You need this’. Dean honestly just felt bored.

“Just don’t say it so loudly,” grumbled Dean as Donna stepped on his foot.

He tried and failed to stop himself from wincing.


“It’s-It’s fine really,” said Dean.

“This isn’t any fun. I only chose you because I thought you’d suck at this as much as I do. I mean, look at that dork Bobby John over there! It’s like he goes to competitions!” she said, pointing at the almost professional level dancing of Bobby Freaking John, the weirdo who was a social outcast right up until this class session.

Dean glanced at the twirling monster quizzically.

“Yeah, I don’t get that either,” said Dean.

“So, speaking of dancing…you got any idea what you’re going to do about the Yule Ball?” asked Donna.

Dean laughed.

“You really think I’ve got time for something like that?” asked Dean.

Donna gave him a look that told him she didn’t believe him. Which was true, he had thought about it in passing, wondered what he should do about it. It wasn’t like he had any girls he wanted to ask to it.

“Okay, so I have put some thought into it. I’m not sure what I’m going to do about it, honestly. What about you?” asked Dean.

Donna smiled.

“Well, if you really want to know, two guys have asked me to the ball and I’m honestly not sure who I should go with,” said Donna.

Dean grinned.

“Good for you! Who are the lucky guys?” asked Dean.

“This guy from Beauxbatons, Ronald Reznick, and this guy who’s supposedly from Durmstrang, Sam Wesson.”

Dean raised an eyebrow.


Donna nodded excitedly.

“Yeah, supposedly. He didn’t actually, well, come up to me,” she said, looking around, “He sent me a letter, asking me to go with him. He’s so mysterious and romantic. I think I may go with him.”

Something about that name sounded oddly familiar…and made Dean oddly anxious.

“Be careful about that, okay?” said Dean.

Donna rolled her eyes.

“I’m not you, Dean, I live a pretty safe life,” said Donna.

Dean nodded.

“That’s one thing I don’t have to worry about, at least.”

For a moment, they hushed as Professor Sands walked over to them. She smiled at the two.

“Good work, Mr. Winchester. You remind me of your grandfather. He always was the talented dancer.”

That made Dean falter for a second. He stopped, turning to the professor.

“Wait, what?”

She looked a bit confused.

“Your grandfather. He was a teacher here when I was younger, he usually taught the dance classes when Hogwarts used to have a ballroom club.”

Dean blinked.

“I…I didn’t know that,” said Dean.

“You…You didn’t know your grandfather was a Professor here? Why, Henry Winchester was lined up for becoming Head of Ravenclaw before he mysteriously disappeared.”

“Ravenclaw?” Dean blurted.

Professor Sands’ smile became a line.

“Why is that so strange to you?” asked Professor Sands.

“Because my dad’s always made me think everyone in our family was a Griffindor.”

“Well, it seems as though he didn’t know his father well, then,” said Professor Sands, “I suppose he would have been young when his father disappeared.”

Dean slowly nodded.

“Yeah,” Dean said, “I guess you’re right.”

Dean guessed he was showing emotion, because the professor put a hand on his shoulder.

“You may not know this, Mr. Winchester, but I was extremely excited when I learned you were to be under my tutelage. Though I was not a Ravenclaw, Professor Winchester was a mentor of mine. He really made an impact in my life, so I hope to do the same with you. If you ever want to know more about him or if you need any advice, feel free to come to my office,” said Professor Sands, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must check on the other students.”

Professor Sands left Dean there, wondering what the grandfather he never met was like, how he made such an impact on a woman Dean barely knew.

Dean was in a hallway he never walked down. Mainly because he was afraid to see whether or not his father had done something that Dean could never live up to. But here Dean was, too curious to stop himself.

“Here - I knew I saw that name before! I thought it might have had some relation to you, but how you are with family sometimes, well, I didn’t want to depress you,” said Benny.

Dean walked over to Benny and glanced at the trophy and the moving picture near it.

“Looks like he was Captain of the Goblestone Team and I think he was also a prefect in his time.”

“Really?” asked Dean.

“Yeah. Also, I got some people to bring me some old files, and it turns out he was top of his class every single year.”

Dean’s eyes went wide.

“Wow. Sounds like something Sam could become,” said Dean.

“Or you.”

Dean winced.

“I don’t think I’m into Goblestone that much,” said Dean.

“But you’re still doing really well.”

Dean glared at Benny.

“You didn’t.”

“I thought might as well peak at a couple other people’s grades. I had some spare time in the records room.”

Dean kept glaring at Benny.

“You shouldn’t be angry! You’re second in your class. You’re buddy Cas is only twenty-fifth, you know? You should tell Donna to try a bit harder, though, she’s really not doing well in History of Magic.”

Dean didn’t expect that at all.

“Who’s first in class then?” asked Dean, crossing his arms.

“She’s not even someone who actually goes to Hogwarts. She’s technically part of this year’s ‘class’ because she came over with the Beauxbatons students. Tessa McKeon. Don’t feel too bad, though, the smartest in my class this year is one of them too. That Champion April Kelly.”

Dean tensed. April Kelly.

“Really? April Kelly?” asked Dean.

Benny put his arm over Dean’s shoulders as they began to walk away from the only picture Dean had ever seen of his grandfather.

“Sorry I brought her up, Dean. I know you’re getting antsy about her ever since she started getting close to that buddy of yours. It’s really strange that two champions are getting so buddy-buddy, though.”

Dean had a sinking feeling in his stomach.

“Yeah,” said Dean, “When I looked up information on the Tournament, I found that the only time Champions ever really worked closely together was the 1994 Triwizard Tournament and…we all know how that ended.”

“Come on, Dean, don’t act so sullen and pouty. I don’t exactly trust the guy, but you think he’s an angel or something. I’m sure he can’t have that bad of judgement if he likes you and you trust him,” said Benny.

Dean smiled weakly.

“Hopefully,” said Dean.

“Well, speak of the devil,” Benny mumbled as he moved away from Dean, “I’ll see you later, Dean.”

Benny began to walk off as Dean saw who Benny was talking about.

“Hello, Dean,” said Cas, walking over to him.

“Hey, Cas,” said Dean, “Haven’t seen you in class in a while.”

Cas wobbled his head.

“I’ve been very busy with matters regarding the Triwizard Tournament. Professor Shurley has given me permission to miss classes for the sake of doing well in this tournament.”

“How’s that going by the way?” asked Dean.

He felt nervous about the subject, honestly. Ever since the Second Task, Dean had gotten zero information on the hint Cas had gotten for the last and final task in this horrible game of glory and death.

“I’m…I’m honestly having troubles trying to understand what the clue means. April’s been quite helpful, though,” said Cas.

Dean nodded.

“Well it’s good that she’s been helpful. Benny says she’s top of her class, you know?” said Dean.

Cas smiled.

“She does seem quite smart.”

For a moment, Cas and Dean simply stared at one another. It wasn’t awkward, no, Dean could just tell. He felt comfort in Cas’ presence, and he was pretty sure Cas felt the same.

“I miss this,” said Cas, “I miss hanging out with you.”

Dean laughed.

“I’m not sure if just staring at each other really is hanging out, Cas,” said Dean.

“I wish I had more time with you, though. Life can be…lonely,” said Cas, and Dean knew that too well.

He knew it from the times he had to move, where he only stayed in places for weeks or a little more than a month. Dean was always quick to make friends, but only surface level. In those random towns, he could only flash a smile and know he’d forget the names of those people the next month.

“Do you know what you’re going to do for the Yule Ball yet, Dean?” asked Cas.

Dean groaned.

“Why does everybody keep asking me that?”

“Because you probably have a good pick of any girl around. You are quite attractive.”

Dean couldn’t help but blush a bit.

“I know that. You are too, you know?”

“Yes, indeed I am.”

“Well, someone’s modest.”

Cas shook his head.

“No, I just know that many people find me attractive, though, I’m not as popular as yourself. Even with your outbursts, many of our classmates would probably still fight each other to be your date.”

Dean wasn’t sure if he liked that idea. All it reminded him of were the shallow days at temporary schools.

“I don’t know, I may just go stag this time around. What about you? Want to go stag together with me?” asked Dean.

Dean wasn’t sure if he really wanted to go to this shindig, but maybe going with Cas wouldn’t be that bad.

“I’m actually going with April.”

Dean stopped.

“What?” asked Dean.

“I’m going with April. She asked me, so I said okay.”

Dean slowly nodded.

“Well…well, that’s good for you,” said Dean.

Cas shrugged.

“I suppose. She’s nicer, once you get to know her, you know?” said Cas, “And she’s been very helpful.”

Cas looked at the time.

“Actually…I have to go right now. April wanted to meet with me today to discuss what I’ll be wearing. Something about making sure we match or something. I honestly don’t understand why it’s important.”

“Well, if you don’t match, then you won’t look as good together, and it usually tends to be cute when a couple matches,” said Dean without thinking. 

“Maybe you should be going with her then. You seem to be more excited by fashion than I will ever be,” grumbled Cas.

Dean automatically shook his head.

“Merlin, no, I’m sorry, Cas, but I still don’t trust her,” said Dean.

Cas nodded.

“Fair enough.”

Cas walked off, leaving Dean behind.

Dean laid down next to Charlie on her bed as she sighed.

“If you keep doing that, I’ll lose my good lesbian name to rumors,” grumbled Charlie.

Dean shrugged.

“I’ve been laying here all year and nobody seems to be calling you out just yet. Besides, you say that every time I lay next to you on your bed,” said Dean, nudging her.

She laughed a bit, but that air of perpetual sadness still loomed over her.

“So, Cas is taking April Kelly to the Yule Ball,” said Dean, clearing his throat.

Charlie glanced over at Dean, her eyes showing her worriment.

“You okay there, Dean?”

Dean laughed wryly.

“Well, it’s more like April’s taking Cas to the dance. She’s pulling all the strings, even getting him to wear an outfit that will match hers,” said Dean.

Charlie rubbed Dean’s arm.

“You two would have been adorable with matching outfits,” Charlie said.

Dean opened his mouth and closed it. He wasn’t sure how to respond to that. He shook his head, trying to push aside any obvious reasons she would say that because, no, Dean didn’t get close to people like that. Every time he did, it hurt. Cassie? Yeah, that didn’t go well. Neither did Lisa nor Robin nor Amanda. And besides, this was Cas. Cas was his best friend, not some person who was eventually going to leave him, though, it sort of felt like Cas had already left.

“You’re going stag, right, Dean?” asked Charlie, pulling Dean away from his thoughts.

He slowly nodded.


Charlie grinned.

“Want to go stag together?” asked Charlie.

Dean grinned back at her.

“Yeah, man. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Charlie nodded.

“Matching outfits! And screw dance protocol, I have the best idea EVER for what we should wear!”

Dean was getting more and more excited by the minute.

“Nah! You don’t mean - ”

“Yes, I do mean that!”

Dean laughed giddily.

“Everybody’s going to think we’re total weirdos,” said Dean.

“But it will be so worth it,” said Charlie.

Dean and Charlie had worn their LARPing attire to the Yule Ball and Dean didn’t care about the weird looks he was getting, it was the best idea Charlie had ever come up with. He felt comfortable in what he was wearing and didn’t envy anyone crammed in their cheap, scratchy-looking clothes. Plus, he got to walk around with a frigging sword. No one else was walking around with a frigging sword. 

“I think we look the best, if I do say so myself,” said Charlie.

Dean nodded.

“Well, yeah. All these people look like are monkeys in dresses and suits,” said Dean.

“Ooh, look! So the rumors were true! Hogwarts somehow got Thaddeus Cory to sing for this! Excuse me as I seduce some ladies on the dance floor. I have a particularly good move for his song 'Angel’,” said Charlie, waving Dean goodbye.

“Don’t forget to save me a spot on that dance floor! I’ll be over there, soon,” said Dean, grinning.

“I know, dancing queen, I’ll try!” shouted Charlie back, disappearing into the crowd.

“Hey, Dean!”

Dean turned to see Donna walking over with…a particularly tall guy who seemed vaguely familiar.

“Hey, Donna…who’s this?” asked Dean.

Donna was all smiles.

“This is Sam Wesson. Isn’t he great?” asked Donna dreamily, “I mean, look at that hair. Shame on you for being cautious about him!”

Dean shook hands with the guy.

“Uh…have we met each other before? You seem familiar.”

There was some panic in Sam Wesson’s eyes, but it seemed to dissipate quickly.

“I don’t think we, uh, have or anything - Look over there, Donna, they got Thaddeus Cory!” shouted the twitchy guy as he ushered Donna away to the dance floor.

Dean couldn’t put his finger on it, but he just knew he knew that guy from somewhere, though, he was oddly sure he’d never met anyone so tall.

Dean’s eyes slowly moved from Donna and that mystery giant to Charlie and her gaggle of swooning girls to others around. He saw Garth holding hands with Bess Myers, taking a breather away from the dance floor. He saw Benny Lafitte sitting with Tessa McKeon, looked like he was talking casually to her.


Dean saw Charlie cross the dance floor. She grabbed his hand and pulled him in.

“Come on, I have some people you should meet.”

Dean gave her a curious look, but he didn’t question her. He allowed her to guide him to the center. There were Charlie’s friends.

“Dean, this is Gilda Dupont, she’s from Beauxbatons, and this is Aaron Bass. He’s a fourth year Ravenclaw like me,” said Charlie.

From the two, Aaron stood out the most to Dean, or at least his actions. Dean wasn’t much of an idiot when it came to body movement, he understood flirting when he saw it.

He danced with the group, and the longer he stayed, the closer Aaron came to him. Dean was fine until he finally found Cas.

Cas was sitting across the room, fidgeting with his tie and looking particularly uncomfortable in a suit colored gross. His suit matched too much yet not enough with April, who looked like she was busy talking to a friend of hers, or maybe a drug dealer or something because she didn’t seem to be smiling as she talked to the guy.

Dean stopped smiling, though, when he saw Cas smile when April put her hand on his arm. It didn’t make Deal feel any better when they both grinned when they made eye contact with one another.


Dean glanced back down at Aaron.

“I know you’re hung up on someone, and that’s fine. I’m not looking for anything from you. You seem like a nice guy, I’m fine with just being friends. I just am noticing that you’re looking pretty intensely at that guy and I think it may be good for you to stop thinking about all that crap. Tonight’s not a thinking night. It’s a dance. You should be having fun.”

Dean smiled.

“That’s actually the best thing I’ve heard all night. Thanks, Aaron,” said Dean.

Aaron shrugged.

“No problem.”

And that’s what Dean did. He let himself forget for a couple of hours what he was supposed to worry about. He didn’t think about the Triwizard tournament. He didn’t think about why he didn’t know anything about his grandfather.  He didn’t think about his father appearing a few months ago. He didn’t think about Sammy, even. He just let himself…have fun.

Dean walked himself to the Hufflepuff quarters and sat himself on his favorite chair in the common room. He saw many people flood in, walking past him.

“Hey, Dean,” said Benny, walking over to him for a second, “Did you have a good night?”

Dean smiled.

“For once, I think I can say I did,” said Dean.

“That’s good, brother. I’ll see you at the bunk. I’m going to get some shut eye,” said Benny, yawning.

Dean kept watching the people shuffle in as Donna walked over to Dean.

“Hey, Dean.”

“Donna! Did you have a good night with that Wesson guy?” asked Dean.

“It was nice until he mysteriously disappeared just before midnight. He left a note of apology, though. It was actually very sweet,” said Donna, holding the note to her heart.

Something about it made Dean grossed out, but he couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Well, that’s good for you, Donna.”

Donna dazed dreamily into space.

“Yeah, it was. Goodnight, Dean,” she said, walking away.

As Dean watched more and more people walk past, the more Dean’s eye lids drooped. Dean woke up sometime late in darkness. In front of him was the silhouette of a man. Dean hoped he was wrong.

“I didn’t think you would be a Hufflepuff,” the silhouette said, “I mean, it didn’t really surprise me, but well…Hufflepuff?”

Dean was horrified. He sat there frozen in his chair. He wasn’t sure if he should protest and defend the house he grew to love or grovel at this man’s feet and pray to whatever’s out there that this man would find it in that broken heart of his to forgive Dean.

“Pack your bags, we’re leaving,” said the man in the darkness of those shadows.

Dean stood up.


“This is obviously a failed experiment and you would do more good with me on the road than…here. You were never good at school.”

Dean glared. His body shook in terror, but his mouth spoke without his consent.

“I’m actually second in my class here. I’m only second because there someone from a different school who’s 'technically’ part of my year because of the Triwizard Tournament, so I’m really first in my class if you count only Hogwarts students in my year.”

Dean wasn’t sure why he told his dad that. Maybe it was for once to gain some praise from the man. Maybe it was because he was tired of his father putting him down.

He saw John turn for a moment, the glint of John’s eyes in the dim light of the low burning fire in the Hufflepuff common room something to fear.

“Dean, you’re a Winchester. Hunting’s the family business.”

“Except when it’s not,” said Dean without thinking, “Like your own dad, Henry Winchester. He was a Professor, a Ravenclaw, even.”

John stared directly into Dean’s eyes. It was as if John was burrowing into his skull. Dean flinched.

“Get your bags.”

John’s voice was deep and ominous. It made a shiver run down Dean’s spine.

“Get your bags now. I won’t ask you again.”

Dean turned and started his trek to his belongings.

“And leave that ridiculous outfit here. Wear normal clothes.”

Dean walked into the boys’ bunk room, praying that he both would and would not wake someone up.


Contemplations on the Supernatural Spin Off

So if you don’t already know, at 9x20, there’s going to be an SPN spin off that’s going to use an episode as it’s pilot basically.

What I’m hoping is that the spin off will have this:


Aaron and His Golem,

Charlie and Dorothy,

Maybe Benny,

Maybe resurrected Kevin,

Maybe a not crazy Mrs. Tran,

Maybe Gabriel,

and Maybe the Ghostfacers,

Banding together to become a team,

Fighting ghosts. Garthing monsters. Han Solo-ing a Katniss. Saving Oz. The family business, you know?

I don’t know. Just a thought.

But I hope it become a reality.