Gods, Angels, & Demons

It All Starts Here

About Two Days Later

Cas was staring at the ceiling, bored. He didn't have anything to do while he was in the infirmary, and the Apollo kids that took care of the patients would snicker at him because "he couldn't handle a simple cut". Dean would give them death glares because he had seen exactly how bad Cas had been hurt, and there was no way he could've just walked it off.

"How often does Lucifer do that to you?" Dean asked after a while, trying to rid of the silence. "Every two days, I guess. It's not like he's got a schedule or anything, he just kind of does it. But, if I were to give you a schedule, it's about every two days." Cas explained, and Dean nodded along. "That sucks." Dean said after thinking about how bad that would be.

Dean had never exactly been the one to get bullied, but then he was never exactly the one to be the bully. He had a pretty average life, in his eyes. At least, compared to other campers, he thought. That wasn't quite true.

A hydra had burnt down his house at age four, killing his mother in the fire. He was alone after that, taken into foster homes, but would always cause such a wreck of things, that he'd have to move across state, or to a different state, which happened twice in his life.

"Yeah. It sucks." Cas chuckled to himself, like it was funny for some odd reason. He would let Lucifer do that to him by now, because the first few times, he'd tried to fight him off, but it never worked, so he would just give in and be his punching bag. "If you ever need me, I'm in the Ares cabin. Or in the Elites cabin." He said after another few moments of aching silences.

"Why would you want to help me after this? You realize you're Dean Winchester and I'm -- I'm this." He gestured to what was actually a fairly muscled body, but to him, was nothing. Just another demigod; another utterly useless being on this planet. Dean shook his head. "Yeah, 'cause you're that. And that is something that's useful, not useless." He said simply, like it explained everything. Cas chuckled again. He seemed to have an odd sense of humor.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Something's funny. I don't see what's funny, Cas."

"No one's ever said I'm not useless."

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"Cas, you can leave. Doc says you're all healed up." Dean pointed out, walking through the door, panting and sweating. Cas had his eyes closed, but wasn't sleeping, so he raised a brow at him. He had gotten two squares of ambrosia, one in the morning and on at night, so that was probably why his ribs healed so quickly and his bruises went back to their usual color of tan, normal skin.

"Mmk." Cas said after a while and glared up at him, standing and putting on his jacket.

The camp half blood rules had changed after the war, and they could wear whatever clothes they wanted, not those ugly orange T-shirts. Cas and Dean had agreed that those shirts never looked very good on anyone, really.

Dean led him back to his cabin, which was empty because the reason why he had walked in panting and sweating was because they had just finished up a Capture The Flag, and now were all eating lunch. "Doc said to eat a single ambrosia square at night after dinner, just for tonight." Dean said as he sat on the bed that was across from Cas'. "Mmk."

He seemed to say 'mmk' a lot.

"Well you can go now. I'm not gonna die." Cas mumbled, laying back in his bed. "Fine, fine." Dean stood then left the Apollo cabin, leaving Castiel alone to listen to his iPod.

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Sam was the one who would guide the newbies around camp.

As of now, he had just finished guiding an eight year old to the Hermes cabin (he hadn't been claimed yet) and was going back to the entrance of camp on lookout.