Gods, Angels, & Demons

Flags

Dean looked up from the demigods that huddled around him, some in red armor, some in blue. Dean was in red, and towered over at least two inches over everyone so he could easily see Castiel walked towards the group of half-bloods with Aeroga in his hand, quiver and bow across back, daggers somewhere hidden in his clothes

Dean's smile widened at that, and he signalled him over. Cas saw and started jogging towards him, walking through all of the demigods to get to him.

"When's it starting?" Cas asked, cheek pressing up against Dean's shoulder due to everyone huddling around him, pressing everyone together. "Five minutes." Dean replied, not even turning his head to look down at him. "We're gonna go to our flag, then you'll hear a gun go off. Stay next to me until I tell you to go somewhere."

Dean was in fight mode, and Cas knew that, so he didn't mind his somewhat rude behavior. It wasn't necessarily rude -- just demanding; giving orders.

Then Dean was guiding every to the red flag, the blue team parting, going the opposite direction into the forest.

"Here we go. Battle plan." Said Sam, then Dean adding onto his sentence every once in a while.

Four Minutes Later

Cas was the stealth of the team; the archer; the speed.

Dean was the brute force; the strength; the main attack.

Sam was tall. He could fight, but in Capture The Flag, he was the one to put everyone into play. The team Dean was on was always the most strategic, whereas the opposing team just attacked.

So now Dean and Cas were running through the forest, jumping over logs when it came to them, Dean eventually turning to Cas and giving him the look that said go. Cas smirked and turning off, jumping up into one of the trees, flipping himself over the branch. Dean could be heard running through leaves, but Cas couldn't. Although he was jumping from branch to branch, lifting himself up onto trees, he was still silent.

One of the blues came running past the tree Cas was in, but before he got too far, Cas was leaning down, almost falling off the branch he was on, but his hands caught himself, and he was kicking the back of the blues head.

Before he could get up, Cas was back in the tree, hidden.

The kid looked like he'd seen a ghost, to which point was looking around with narrowed eyes. Cas held in a laugh before the demigod was moving again, Cas following him.

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"Crowley."

Dean stopped in his tracks, looking at Crowley like he was prey.

"Winchester." Crowley greeted, and then Dean was stepping forward, sword in hand, no shield, but Crowley had a shield, and blocked the attack. Crowley spun around, putting his foot between Dean's legs and bringing it forward, still locked onto one of his ankles, making Dean fall face forward onto the ground.

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The person Castiel was following ended up being Raphael.

Raphael, of all people.

And now he was just trying to get onto his nerves by occasionally pelting a rock at him or shooting an arrow and just knicking his ear, or onto the tree next to him.

Eventually, Cas got ahead of him and dropped down in front of him, pressing one tip of the blade into his chest. "Heya, Raphael." Cas smirked, and then was spinning around, pushing the flat of the blade into Raphael's back, causing him to stumble forward, giving way for Cas to put his foot between his legs, locking it onto one of his ankles, which balanced him, only to have Cas pull his foot back, and fall onto the ground.