Gods, Angels, & Demons

Sweets and Swords

"Cas, do you want me to teach you how to fight or not?" Dean asked, seeing that Cas had just lost another duel. Cas looked up at him and tilted his head. "You want to help me? Fight? And why might that be, Dean Winchester?" Cas asked with a furrow to his brow. "Because you need to fucking learn how to use a sword and a bow, for fucks sake. You're okay, but you've been at this camp for five years. You should know by now."

Cas sighed.

"Fine." He agreed, then Dean was taking him to what was now the empty archery area. He took a bow off the rack and a single arrow, showing Cas how to hold it. He had gotten real close, chest against Cas' side, which made Cas suck in a breath due to their close proximity. He could feel his abs through his shirt. 

After a few moments of adjusting and standing like that, Dean's cheek was basically against Cas' temple, brushing against the skin with a smoothness that he'd never felt before. He didn't protest, though.

"Yeah, like that." Dean said after a bit, then was handing him the arrow. "Okay, so you have to pull your arm back so your hand is damn near your face, okay? It's a little hard at first, but you'll get good at it. You are a child of Apollo." Dean smirked, and Cas chuckled before he straightened his back again and pulled the string back.

He closed one eye, positioned the arrow as best he could before he let it fly. He lowered the bow to look where it landed -- on the very outer edge.

"That was..." He coughed. "Good." 

But Cas still didn't stop him from getting real close again, and Cas didn't stop him from continuing to teach him until he hit the bullseye. 

Once he did, Dean smiled and looked down at Cas proudly, like he had just won the lottery. "We can go back to archery tomorrow. I'll be your own personal trainer."

Cas cocked a brow, but didn't question it.

"Why am I so special?" Cas asked after setting the bow back down.

"I dunno."

It was true, though. There was something about Cas that Dean just really liked that he couldn't explain. It was just -- there. So yes, Cas was special, Cas was different. He did know why Cas was different though; he hadn't flirted with him, or begged to get taught some moves, or jump on the "I love Dean Winchester" bandwagon. No, he just kind of became a part of Dean's life that he couldn't quite explain. 

He just kind of appeared, and then he was always there, even if he wasn't in front of him, but somewhere in the back of his head. 

And Dean thought he shouldn't be thinking about this because he'd only known this kid for a good two weeks, but hell if he cared. He was all kinds of cute, to say the least, and the way he just got so flustered when he got so close to him and--

"Dean, I have to head to lunch."

"Right, yeah." Dean nodded, gulping and nodding his head.

"See ya, Cas."

"Bye, Dean."

As he walked off, Dean shouted something to him. "Be at the arena in an hour!" Cas heard it, and yelled back. "I know!" He laughed, then continued walking, thoughts of Dean Winchester in the back of his mind, too.

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"Gabe, man, you gotta simmer down on the sweets." Sam insisted as he watched the smaller boy scarf down what must have been a hundred candies. "Aw, come on, Samsquatch. Not like I'm gonna die or anything. Here, have a lollipop." He handed him a sucker, which Sam looked at, twisted in between his fingers before he set it down on the table.