Angels Are Watching Over You (Destiel)

Love In Strange Places

Dean pulls back, suddenly aware of what he was about to do.

"Urmm, let's get moving shall we?" He suggests, standing up.

Cas stays frozen for a couple of seconds before answering with a simple nod, following Dean's actions. The two walk in an awkward silence, giving them both time to think.

Dean ponders over what had just happened. Was he really about to kiss Castiel? his friend, his best friend. He was always so sure of his sexuality back home, he had girls from all over the district swooning over him, for god knows what reasons and on more than one occasion he'd take his pick of these girls. He enjoyed his time with them.

But now? Now he wasn't so sure. As they walk he steals quick glances at Castiel, watching as his hair bounces up and down as he walks, and how every so often he would lick his lips ever so slightly. It's all the little things that Dean notices and loves about Castiel but never before had he thought of it as nothing more than love for a friend, certainly not as a lover. Was it even possible that Cas saw him in that way?

The cannon sounds off somewhere in the distance, throwing Dean from his thoughts. Another tribute has died; he wonders who the unlucky soul was. It won't be long now until the recap of the deaths for today will be announced.

A loud growl from Cas' stomach makes Dean chuckle.

"You hungry?" he asks, shoving Cas teasingly.

"That's a bit of an under statement" he replies.

"Well thanks to this beauty I can catch us some real grub" Dean says smiling, triumphantly waving the bow in his hands.

Within an hour Dean had caught 2 rabbits and found a small pond to wash them off in, set them on a ember fire and the both of them were now both tucking into their food along with some crackers.

"Mmm" Cas moans. "This is so good" he states as he's taking a bite of a leg. Dean wishes he wouldn't make them sorts of noises. It sends sparks running through his body and he can't let this happen can he?, could he really be falling for his best friend? Someone that could be ripped away from him at any second in this arena.

The anthem begins to play while they're eating, and the night sky is light up revealing just two deaths for the day. The killing is slowing down and they'll begin introducing more triggers into the arena, they don't want the public to get bored. The first tribute is a familiar face, Fate from district 2 and the second a small girl from district 9. Still no Madison Dean thinks to himself, unsure whether to be anxious or relieved.

"I try and feel bad about Fate, but I don't" Cas says to Dean. "she died because of us Dean and I don't care. She was annoying and trying to kill us but – I don't know it just feels strange to me to not feel any remorse over her death. I don't want these games to change me before I die Dean, I want to keep my humanity." he states.

It's things like this that make it hard for Dean not to have feelings for Cas, always trying to remain so human and never letting it be took away from him, Dean wishes he could be as compassionate over things as he is, but he's not, and that can't be changed. Dean chooses to combat the end of the sentence first.

"You're not going to die man, c'mon, stop talking like that. She got what was coming to her. It was either us or her and it wasn't our fault that thing came out of the woods and killed her." Dean replies.

"Yeah but if we weren't there then she wouldn't have been under that tree asleep" he states.

"You've just got to think of it as fate Cas- that wasn't meant to be some dig at her name. I mean it, the odds were she was going to die eventually in this arena, you shouldn't have to feel like you should be guilty about her death, and it wasn't your fault. We didn't sign up for this."