Angels Are Watching Over You (Destiel)

Unlucky Miracles

The next morning Dean is woken up by the sound of heaving breathing into his ear, the warm body of Castiel is wrapped around his body in a loving embrace, the sleeping bag wrapped cozily around them both. Dean wishes he could wake up like this every day, Castiel by his side, but he knows it's not going to happen.

Dean quietly and slowly moves Castiel off him, making sure he's comfortable and reluctantly removes himself from the sleeping bag. The cold air hits him like a tonne of bricks and his eyes are heavy. Every joint in his body aches and he didn't get much sleep. The forest is always alive, no matter what time it is. The game makers probably did this on purpose.

He doesn't mess around. He picks up his bow and arrow and is back within 15 minutes, rabbit in hand cooked. Castiel is awake now, sitting up, replacing the bandage on his leg. His shirt is off and it takes nearly everything in Dean to stop himself from jumping on him in that moment.

"Morning" he squeaks out.

Castiel smiles up at him. "Hey" he replies.

They eat breakfast together and then the two of them pack away their things in a comfortable silence before heading out of the cave. They need to find some more water; they were running low and would be completely out by midday.

They set off, walking slowly due to their multiple injuries and they can't handle a quick pace when there isn't any need for one, they trip on tree roots at a slow speed, let alone fast.

The next thing Cas knows Dean's body is contacting with his own, shoving hard on top of him against a large tree. It's rough and abrupt, an act of urgency.

Castiel opens his mouth to ask what he's doing, this certainly wasn't the time or place for that, but before he can Dean reacts and Castiel realises they are both in trouble.

"Shh!" Dean whispers, placing a finger over Castiel's lips.

His chest is heaving, and his heart is quickening as he suddenly becomes aware of the sound of snapping tree twigs and heavy footsteps getting closer and closer to them.

Dean slowly turns his head so he can see the two figures moving in their direction. He recognises the boy almost immeadetly. It's Crowley, the tribute from District 3 from the Reaping's, but he's unsure of the girl standing beside him, he quickly pulls his head back behind the tree. They can't afford to be seen. Their voices get louder and louder and eventually become clear to Dean and Cas and they're able to overhear their conversation.

"This is entirely your fault you cheap little whore, If you hadn't been so quick in cutting his blooming vocals chords we'd know where that stupid Winchester boy was by now!" He booms out, his voice gradually getting louder. It's obvious he has a very short temper.

"Oh cool it you big dog, I did you a favour. That boy was about to stab you right in the back, literally. We'll run into the Winchester boy eventually, the arena's only so big. I don't know why you're so obsessed with him anyway. "the girl replies, sighing in frustration at Crowley. It's obvious she loathes the boy next to her. Dean wonders how long it will be before one of them betrays the other, deciding that there is no longer anything they can get from there teaming.

"Am I seriously the only one this arena who doesn't underestimate that blubbering moron? Do I have to remind you he got 11 in training? I for one want to know what he did that made him stand out so bloody much" Crowley retorts back.

"He probably just got a lucky shot, he's from district 11, the only ones poorer than him are those bible freaks from 12, the game makers are ound to feel sorry for them, they have to find a way to make the stupidest sponsors help those who have lost before the games have even begun" She brushes her hair back in a swooping manner; it's obvious she loves only one person, herself and arrogance is part of her nature.