The Water Warlocks (Open Chocolate Plot, whole school)

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They'd raced through the dungeon, Kuronue taking the West end, Kurama the East, and by the time they met up again, every water pipe in the place was glowing a different color. Some were even alight with colors that didn't even exist, or sparkled and dripped in disconcerting ways.

"Excellent," Kurama grinned, shoving his wand back into its holster. "I wonder what'll happen once the sprinklers go on in the greenhouses."

There was a long pause of contemplation.

"I think you might wanna take a day or two off work," Kuronue said, catching a distant tinkle of glass as something in that general area broke. Or, broke free.

"D'you think we might not have planned this out too carefully?" Kurama asked.

Another long pause.

“Still, you know... No need to get tentacle raped or something.” Kuronue looked oddly pleased at the possibility of such happening however. Especially since he knew it was possible.

Well, it was Kurama.

_{((OOC - Kuro socking done with mun approval. Basic chocolate plot rules apply, all the water in the school is magicked, cursed, charmed, and so forth, all with different effects up to the mun. Have fun!))}

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Sammy looked downcast, turning his eyes to his plate. He knew he should be quiet and wait, but it just felt all wrong.

It wasn't hard for Bobby to miss the little exchange between the brothers.
Sam was always too perceptive for such a little kid, and he could never put much past Dean for that matter.

He sighed. "Boys, it's ok. You don't remember this place, but it's safe. There was some kind of spell that misfired, makin both of you a lot younger than you oughta be. I have it on good authority that you'll both be just fine come mornin'."

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As soon as Sam made that face Dean felt guilty, ten times more when he heard what Bobby said, so that was it, he hadn't been a young idiot and not protected Sammy, apparently that was a trend that kept going through out his life.

He reached out and ruffled Sam's hair all the same and grinned at Bobby "Shoulda known it was too good to be true, couldn't keep the brat cute for long." He had to admit it made sense, because one thing Dean knew for sure, he had not been seventeen when Sam was six, so if one of their ages was wrong, it made sense both were.

"So what, we're just supposed to live out the blast from the past for a day and then poof, every thing is back to normal?"

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The legendary Dean Winchester guilt. Most times, Bobby wasn’t sure if he wanted to hug the boy or smack him upside the head to snap him out of it. “Not everyone gets the chance to be a kid again, son. Go have fun and just be seventeen for a little while, Dean. I can look after your brother and get him to bed.” Bobby glanced down at a young Sam who yawned hugely and blinked at them both with glassy eyes.

Sammy leaned his head against his brother’s arm. “Don’t wanna sleep. I have bad dreams,” he protested in a small voice.

Bobby frowned. A six year old Sam hadn’t been bothered by nightmares, not that he recalled. He wondered if it wasn't the elder Sam who had been having them. “You don’t have to, Sammy,” he assured, even though the kid looked ready to curl up on his brother and conk right out.

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Dean thought the same thing as Bobby, because he didn't remember Sam having nightmares, but if he was saying it that had to mean one thing, Sam had been having them and not saying any thing to Dean. As his brother leaned on his arm Dean reached out and brought the smaller boy against his side.

"It's alright, Uncle Bobby, I'll stick with Sammy." The look Dean gave Bobby said it all, if Sam was afraid to sleep then Dean was going to sit like a sentry if he had to, to make sure his brother did. Because all through his life of being a kid, that's what he had done.


Dean dropped his voice so the sleepy Sam couldn't hear "I'll go check the place out once he's out if you want, just not till he's alright."

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When Dean put his arm around Sammy, he cuddled closer to his brother. "Don't wanna sleep," he murmured. Sammy clutched at Dean's arm. He didn't want to be scared, he wanted to be brave. But he was so afraid. He couldn't even remember why.

Bobby couldn't have been prouder of Dean in that moment. "All right. C'mon, we'll take him back to my room, let him try and sleep there." He lowered his voice. "You talk to your brother about this in the mornin, Dean. If he's havin nightmares, he can't be hiding that from us."

It didn't take long to collect the half-asleep Sammy and carry him back to Bobby's room in Gryffindor. Almost immediately the young Sam dropped off to a fitful sleep. Bobby said nothing, he simply set up two chairs and found some coffee for them.

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Dean took one of the chairs and sat down, glad Bobby didn't try to rush him off, because he wouldn't have went. Not at this age, Sam hadn't been haunted like that, perceptive yes, but Dean Winchester knew one thing, some thing in their future was bothering his brother and if he could find out now, maybe when things were back to normal he could fix it.


When Bobby came back with coffee Dean took his gaze off his fitfully sleeping brother and those young eyes of his brimmed slightly "What happened to him and how do I stop it?" He didn't care what he had to do, if Sam was suffering Dean was going to make it right, he didn't know any of the bitterness that bad choice would lead him to yet, right now all he was, was his little brother's protector, the one thing that he always came back to being no matter how far the path strayed was big brother.

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That whispered question was like a gutpunch. Bobby blew out his breath. "Ah God, if I could take it all away from you boys, I would, Dean."

Sammy thrashed in his sleep, making low sounds of distress. The old hunter reached out to soothe the boy. "The two of you wind up saving the entire world, Dean. It wasn't easy on either one of you."

The boy quieted under Bobby's touch, falling back into a fitful sleep. "I don't like that he's hidin this from us. That ain't like Sam," he couldn't keep the worry from his voice. The youngest Winchester was always the one that needed to talk, to get things out in the open. It could be annoying, but it was something he had come to expect.

"When he's himself again, you talk to him. Hell, try and call Cas if you can." Bobby wasn't sure if an angel could travel to Hogwarts, but if anyone would answer Dean's call, it would be Castiel.

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And there it was all over again, that Dean Winchester guilt, didn't matter if he heard he saved the world, because if Bobby looked like that and Sam was having nightmares, then that meant some where, some how Dean hadn't protected him the way he should have.

"He knows better than to hide stuff from me, it always gets him hurt, why's he bein' an idiot." It wasn't that Dean didn't trust that Bobby could soothe Sam, it was that he knew he needed to be the one to take care of his brother and that is why the teenager got up from his chair and angled himself in a seated position on the bed, one leg hanging over the edge, the other stretched out before him. He reached out once he was settled and just pulled his little brother to his side, one arm over the smaller Winchester.

"I don't know who Cas is, but I'll make him talk, he ain't gonna hide things from me." This Dean didn't know about him, but one could hope that when the hex was off him Dean would remember so he could make sure Sam was alright.

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Bobby sighed and let the younger Dean take over watching his brother. Sammy whimpered until his brother put a protective arm over him before finally falling still.

"You both hide stuff from each other. It's a damned bad habit. Get some rest, Dean. I'll remind you in the morning. We've gotta help your brother."

((we can call it here, if you'd like))

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Dean nodded his head "Bad habit it not, it's what I gotta do Uncle Bobby, we're all we got." Dean laid down beside Sam then and his eyes slid closed. It was safe to say some where in his mind, he would remember this conversation because it was what he had to do to keep Sam safe and that thought in mind Dean fell asleep beside his younger brother.

((And done))