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[cloakstiel]

I’m Pie-Ning For You// Castiel & Dean

A heavy exhale of exhaustion escaped the Hufflepuff as leaned back against the kitchen counter and glanced around at his work. Numerous pies littered the counters and another had just been placed into the oven. Tiredly he reached up and carded a flour covered hand through his hair. It would figure he couldn’t get even this right. The idea had seemed like a good one at the time but now...

He glanced down at his clothes, now covered in flour and pie filling. The mess itself was astronomical since he had decided to try the muggle method of making pie. And he had more pies then he knew what to do with.

“I’ll have to get rid of most of these.” He murmured to himself as he crossed his arms. “Or give them away. There’s now way he’d want all of these.” Perhaps net time he’d actually plan it out a bit better.

[kingofslytherin]

These Games We Play || Crowley & Dean

Crowley makes his way to the Great Hall as breakfast will be starting soon. He’s usually the first to arrive but he steps in to see Dean already seated. Well now, this is interesting. Casually he strolls across the stone floor, the only sound being his shoes echoing through the room.

He’s amazed that Dean managed to get away with murder. But now there’s suspicion due to some anonymous student’s gossip that Dean was into one of his students. It was perfect timing and incredibly lucky on his behalf that everything fit together into an ideal picture of forbidden teacher/student romance and a murder to keep it hush hush. Now it’s time to push things a bit further.   

He slips into his seat and raises a brow at Winchester. “Squirrel. You’re looking good.” He says as he reaches for his goblet and examines the drink within. Juice isn’t what he’s feeling so a flick of his wand changes it to his favorite whiskey.  “I’d thought you’d still be restricted to your office or the medical wing. Did they let you out for good behavior?” 

[cloakstiel]

The Nights Go On// Castiel & Dean

An exasperated sigh escaped Castiel as he turned over from his side onto his back, staring up at the golden canopy above him. Sleep was once again eluding the professor. A squint at the clock near his bed revealed the time to be a bit past midnight and a low groan of frustration forced itself from his throat as he scrubbed a hand down his face.

Too many thoughts were racing through his mind. Too many recent events and rumors making him question too many things.

Finally the frustration was enough to make the Hufflepuff push back his bedding before he slipped out of his bed. Answers and peace wouldn’t be found his room. He reached for the dark black robe draped over the end of his bed and shrugged it on as he exited his room.

The halls of Hogwarts were silent and still, not even a ghost was milling about. It left his journey to the Gryffindor tower uninterrupted and soon enough he reached the door that lead to Dean’s room. Castiel reached up to knock only to falter. It was late, probably too late to even try to talk to the other. Slowly his hand fell back to his side as his gaze dropped in consideration.

Would he even get the answers he wanted from the Gryffindor? Where did they stand at this point? It was then he noticed a sliver of light from under the door, hinting that Dean could possibly be awake. The temptation was overwhelmingly strong and he reached up to gently knock on the door.

[kingofslytherin]

Perfect Illusion || Crowley, Clint, & Dean

Crowley makes his way towards the Room of Requirement in a lazy stroll. Things haven’t been going his way with Winchester stealing away Castiel and his soldier escaping from his manor but everything would change- and he would also kill two birds with one stone. Or kill one bird. He smirks at his own little joke and pushes open the door and steps into the room. Now he just has to wait for said bird to arrive. 

[cloakstiel]

Into the Lion’s Den // Castiel & Dean

The trip from the medical wing to the Gryffindor tower was one filled with slow walking and plenty of wincing. No matter how much the brunet tried to hide his pain, it was probably obvious. 

Upon reaching the spiral staircase leading towards the rooms, a heavy sigh escaped his lips. Perhaps small talk would be enough to take his mind off of the upcoming journey up the staircase. Azure eyes flickered over to the other professor. “I really appreciate you doing this for me, Dean. Though I do apologize for the inconvenience.” 

[cloakstiel]

[theslytherinspider]

In the Fixing Business | Nat and Dean

Natasha jogged along on the unseasonably warm day, trying to catch up to Professor Winchester on the grounds and not drop her (overloaded) bookbag simultaneously. “Sir,” she called, smiling when she fell into step next to him. “I was wondering about the extra credit assignment you had spoken about yesterday. I couldn’t ask then, because I was on my way to another class, but I had wanted to know a little more about when it’s due.”

Her smile was genuine, and she relaxed slightly as she walked with the older man. He was probably one of the only people she felt somewhat comfortable with--between her dealings with Crowley and her trust issues, the list of trusted individuals was exceedingly short. “Also, I feel like it’s been a while since you last happened upon me after lights out. I’m sure you’ll be pleased to know I haven’t been thrashed to death by the Whomping Willow yet.”

[captain-winghead-blog]

Only The Lonely Know || Steve & Dean

After he left Tony’s lab, Steve went up to the astronomy tower. He looked up at the stars for a long time and wished more than ever he could talk to Peggy. She was so calm and level headed, and he needed that more than ever. He was well and truly lost. Trapped between wanting to help Tony and wanting to stop him. He loved Tony, more than anything else he had- but he wouldn’t let him become corrupted like this. The magic he was playing with was too out of control. Too unnatural. Steve was sure of what he had to do, but that didn’t make it easy.

That didn’t make any of this easy.

So, after a good while of finding as much peace as he could, he got up. Steve made his way down to Dean’s office, making a quick stop to change out of his robes and into what Peggy called his battle gear. His shield was snug on his back- the only comfort he had. Walking by a mirror he heard Bucky’s voice, “Gonna fight a war, you gotta wear a uniform.” Some war.

Steve knocked gently at Dean’s door while preparing himself for the inevitable war that was coming.