My first published foray into SPN fanfiction and it's in the HP universe, haha. Sorry about that, it will change eventually. Just a little something after seeing some AMAZING gifs that I will post the link to in my profile. This is just a "drabble" of sorts. If people want more, I will be more than happy to try and write more before I get too distracted. Enjoy!

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"Winchester, Sam!"

Dean waved a hand to shut his friend, Jo Harvelle, up, and smiled, eager to see his brother sorted. Little Sam looked even smaller, and more nervous than Dean had ever seen him as he approached Professor Harvelle before the Hogwarts student body. She smiled at him as he sat down on the stool. Sam looked at Dean, their eyes catching briefly, and Dean flashed Sam a smile and a thumbs up before Harvelle placed the Sorting Hat on Sam's head.

The silence following was deafening. Dean leaned even more forward anxiously. He noticed students all around him looking confused and nervous. He glanced at Cas over at the Ravenclaw table, who looked equally as baffled. What was taking so long? Of course he had to be a Gryffindor, just like him. They were Winchesters, goddamn it. They were brave, loyal, true, warriors. Winchesters had a long legacy of being sorted into Gryffindor house, after all. There was just no question, his brother was a Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat opened its "mouth"…

"SLYTHERIN!"

Dean's heart stopped as the Slytherins cheered for their newest addition. Sam caught his eye, apologizing silently, as he rose from the stool and moved to his house's table. Bobby, the groundskeeper, and Professor Harvelle both looked equally shocked, and Cas grit his teeth as he cast his eyes to Dean. Even the Gryffindor table went silent as they all looked towards their star Beater, who had bragged about his genius little brother who would soon be joining their ranks.

Dean didn't notice any of this. He only barely felt Jo wrapping her arm around his and leaning into his shoulder to comfort him. He couldn't believe it. He was dreaming. It had to be a nightmare, it just had to be. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be. He was supposed to be with his brother, he was supposed to tutor him, and prep him for Quidditch, and laugh with him over meals. Sam was a Gryffindor, the Hat must have gotten it wrong. Sam wasn't like those Slytherins, he couldn't be.

Dean pulled his arm from Jo's grip and folded his arms, resting his head on them. This wasn't supposed to happen. But it must have been. He and Sammy weren't together anymore. And it killed him.

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