Gods, Angels, & Demons

Red

Cas stepped into the arena, eyes locking onto Dean's almost instantly. He was the only one in there, probably because it was only seven AM and breakfast wasn't until eight thirty. Though, the mess hall was always open, so Cas managed to grab an apple and ate it on the way to the arena,

"Hey, Cas." Dean smiled, Cas' lips spreading into a grin. "Hello, Dean." He chuckled softly to himself as he sat on one of the benches, placing a water bottle under it, then polishing Aeroga with the hem of his shirt. Dean let him do so, only to admire his focused look and how his tongue stuck slightly out of the side of his mouth while he polished the two blades. He had chuckled to himself, to which Cas' eyes llifted up to Dean's, head still ducked down.

"What?" He asked, and Dean shook his head. "Nothing." Cas' eyes moved back down to the blade.

He was done within the next few minutes, then standing across from Dean, the two getting into stance. Dean flipped his sword in the air, catching it perfectly when the handle landed back in his hand. Cas tilted his head to the side at the little movement, but was lunging at him at the exact moment Dean thought he'd keep still.

Though, Dean ducked out of the way, elbowing Cas in the side when he got the chance. Of course, he didn't do it as hard as he could, just because there was no way he'd hurt Cas. Cas was quick to react, spinning around, throwing a backwards roundhouse kick to Dean's back. Dean groaned, but didn't falter. He was still ducked down when he rotated on one foot, the other sweeping under Cas, making the graceful demigod fall, Aeroga dropping to the floor.

Cas tried his best to get back up to his feet, but Dean was doing the same foot-locking-onto-ankle move, but did it wrong, and he was falling on top of Cas, catching himself by placing his hands beside Cas' head. His blue eyes looked up at Dean's, cheeks flushed red, Dean's lips dangerously close to Cas'.

"Dean.." Cas breathed, and then Dean was staring back into Cas' eyes, their gazes catching each other's. But Dean's forehead was dripping blood and Cas could feel it, and his eyes moved from Dean's, Dean blushing at the realization of how close they were. "Shit -- sorry." The child of Ares moved away and stood. He helped Cas up, but aside from that, he didn't touch him.

"I gotta go to breakfast."

Cas nodded,letting his gaze drop to the floor. "Yeah -- yeah, me too."

They both knew something had happened just then, but whatever happened, hadn't finished. Dean was off without even a goodbye, Cas taking a minute or so to just stand there before he actually left the arena to head to his cabin.

While Dean was on his way to the mess hall, he was suddenly pushed against one of the cabins, powerful hands on his hips. When his vision focused, it was Michael, and he was pressing a rough kiss onto his lips. "You better fucking stop whatever you're doing with that fucking pathetic child of Apollo." Michael pressed against Dean's lips, but he was moving them down to his neck, making sure Dean couldn't get away.

Though, Dean had growled at Michael's comment, because Cas was not pathetic, and Cas was not just some child of Apollo. So Dean reached around and grabbed the dagger that was tucked away in the back of his pants, lashing it around and cutting a line across Michael's cheek. Michael's eyes narrowed, then he was slapping Dean across the face, Dean pushing him away with anger in his movements.

Dean kicked him in the balls, then ran off to the arena while the child of Zeus was still in pain. 

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One Week and No Training Later

"Hey, Cas!" Said a generally unfamiliar voice from across the way. He was alone; tending to the strawberry fields, weapons somewhere in his cabin. But he didn't look up at his name being called, which was not a good idea because he was suddenly getting a punch thrown at his face, then he was tackled to the ground.