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Dean Winchester stepped off the Hogwarts Express and took a deep breath. It had been over ten years since he’d been on these grounds. Back then he was a student, a Hufflepuff, so full of dreams, he couldn’t wait to be an Auror! Now after years hunting Death Eaters and Voldemort fanatics, he was tired and wanted to go to the one place that always felt like home. Hogwarts.
When Headmistress McGonagall had contacted him about the open position, it had taken him all of five minutes to start writing his resignation letter to the Ministry. His little brother, Sammy, wasn’t too happy that they wouldn’t be seeing each other at work every day. But Dean was sure the new Head of the Department for Misuse of Muggle Artifacts would get over it quickly.
Once Dean got settled in to his seat in the Great Hall, he started to look around. Everything looked a little different from this angle, but the reconstruction after the War had made everything look a bit shinier but somehow exactly the same. The chatter of the students settled down as the sorting hat began its job, he cheered extra loud for his Hufflepuff students. He secretly hoped, maybe, one day, he’d be Head of House. It was a silly dream, but one he held dear.
While the sorting finished, he finally took the time to look over at his fellow teachers, some were the same as when he’d gone to school, others had changed. Professor Sprout gave him a wink when he made eye contact; she was still Head of Hufflepuff he presumed. Another face caught his eye as he glanced around the table, a face he didn’t recognize but felt like he wanted to know. Dark hair mixed with blue eyes and an almost perfect complexion. When a student was announced Ravenclaw, Dean witnessed an adorably gummy smile. Eventually, dark blue eyes met his and Dean realized he hadn’t looked away in a few minutes. He looked down and started to blush. When he looked back, the man was watching the Sorting Ceremony intently.
God that man is handsome, Dean thought to himself.
He leaned over to Professor Flitwick, “Who’s the Professor over there with the dark hair? What does he teach?”
“Oh that’s Castiel Novak, he started last year as the Astronomy Professor. Rumor has it he’s half angel!” Flitwick’s voice rose impossibly higher as he said this, his excitement emanating from his body.
“Angel’s are real?”
“Well no one’s really sure, but that’s the rumor. In my humble opinion, angels once roamed this Earth but I believe they've been extinct for millenia. Anyway, it's fun to gossip about!”
Wow, half angel. Dean had never heard something so incredible. Part of him hoped it was true. The other part figured if it were true, he’d never have a chance to find out what those impossibly full lips felt like against his.
As classes began, he threw himself into teaching, and tried not to daydream too much about dark blue eyes and tousled black hair. Now, Dean would never admit this, but black angel wings, frequently visited his nightly dreams.