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Chapter 3 - Way Back When We Were Introduced

It was one o'clock and all the students had arrived, when a female voice spoke over the PA system and rang throughout the large campus.

"All students please gather in the Main Dining Hall."

As the students shuffled into the Dining Hall, Gabriel's eyes darted around, searching for his older brother. His eyes fell on Castiel's ruffled black mop of hair.

"Come on, Sam!" He grabbed the shaggy-haired boy's wrist and gave it a sharp tug, pulling Sam behind him. They weaved through the countless bodies and tables before they reached Castiel and the blonde boy standing next to him. "Hey Cas! I-...who's that?" He asked, looking at the blonde boy.

"Oh, Gabriel, this is John Watson, my roommate. John, this is Gabriel, my little brother. Who's your friend?"

Gabriel let go of Sam's wrist and blushed. "Oh, this is Sam Winchester, my roommate. He said his older brother Dean should be around somewhere. Wanna help us look for him?" Gabriel pulled out a lollipop, unwrapped it, and put it in his mouth.

"Gabriel, the Headmaster is going to be speaking in a few minutes. You should be paying attention."

Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Suit yourself, but it's the same speech every semester. The welcome, the 'boundaries', and the 'have a great semester'. Personally, I think it's a waste of time." He grabbed Sam's wrist again and took off, continuing his search. Sam gasped, pointing to a spot by the stage.

"There he is!" He exclaimed, running ahead of Gabriel and dragging him along. The two boys ran over to the brown-haired boy, who looked rather bored. "Dean!" Sam called to him.  Dean smiled and straightened up a little when he saw his younger brother, but put on a puzzled look as they came closer and asked,

"Who's your friend?"

Sam blushed the same shade of magenta Gabriel did, let go of Gabriel's hand, then said, "Dean, Gabriel. Gabriel, Dean. He's my roommate. He just introduced me to his older brother, Castiel."

"Well, this has all been fun, but I should be backstage right now. Not to brag, but I'm kind of the Headmaster's personal assistant, so I have to be by his side every second. I managed to slip away, but I should get back." Gabriel said with a tone that said, 'That's just how it is'. He strolled over to a backstage door and slipped through it. Sam turned to face Dean, then proceeded to say,

"Remind me again why the Dining Hall has a stage in it."

"I don't know, Sammy. It is a private college, so who knows what other expensive, unnecessary things they have here."

Sam accepted this, and they stood in silence for a few minutes until Sam said,

"Hey Dean, you should come meet Gabriel's brother!"

"I don't know, Sammy."

"But Deeeeaaaannn," Sam whined. "If Gabriel and I are going to be hanging out, you might as well make some friends too."

Dean was hesitant, but he eventually gave in, and Sam led him to the ruffly-haired boy and his friend.

"Hey, Sam." John greeted him before Castiel could. "Where's Gabriel?"

"He had to get back to the Headmaster."

"So, what brings you here?"

"Oh, I wanted you and Castiel to meet my brother, Dean." He gestured to the tall, freckle-faced figure next to him.

"Castiel." The dark-haired boy said, and stuck his hand out. His voice was raspy and ragged, but the sexy kind of ragged you hear in those really attractive men. His hair was black and it stuck up in all directions.

"Dean." Dean said, and shook his hand. "Your hair looks like Harry Potter's." Dean panicked and slapped a hand over his mouth at the realization of what he just said. He blushed violently, but Castiel chuckled and said,

"My hair may look like Harry Potter's, but I dress more like Percy Weasley, don't you think?" Castiel's attempt to salvage the moment with a joke worked, and Dean chuckled a little. It was true, after all. Castiel was wearing a white, collared, short-sleeved shirt, black pants, and a tie the color of a calm ocean.

"Hmm." Dean said with an impressed smirk on his face.

"What?" Castiel questioned him.

"You just don't see that many people around anymore that like Harry Potter."

Castiel agreed to this with a shrug and an eyebrow raise.

"You guys, I'm drowning in awkwardness here." Sam said. Dean started to say something but was interrupted by a feedback. All 200 heads turned towards the stage. Standing in front of the microphone was the Headmaster, Charles Shurley dressed in a white, collared, long-sleeved shirt and blue tie with a pair of black slacks and a maroon blazer. His black hair was neat and his thick beard and mustache were combed neatly.

"Hello, Students!" He began with a smile. "I hope you have all had time to find your rooms and settle in. The same boundaries apply. The girls' dorms are off limits to the boys after midnight and vice versa. Alcohol and smoking are not allowed on or within a mile of campus..."

The Headmaster continued on with his speech until about 2:15 when all the students were getting restless and fidgety. He noticed this, and finished speaking with a "Have a good semester!" and walked offstage, letting the students get back to whatever they were doing before he inconvenienced them with his unimportant ranting. They dispersed, and the Main Dining Hall was left empty and silent.