Gods, Angels, & Demons

Good Gods

Cas, yet again, said not a word. It was the silence, sometimes, only sometimes, that he enjoyed. Probably because he could keep his thoughts to himself. Or maybe because it was so easy to get lost in.

But then, silence is of course a scary thing sometimes.

Its nothingness brings suspense, maybe darkness, maybe emptiness.

But this silence wasn't empty.

Because Dean was holding Cas' hand,
and they were staring into each other's eyes like they were their whole world, and Dean's thumb was running circles along the curve between Cas' thumb and pointer finger.

"Don't ever think you're not important, Cas. You're important to me." Dean confessed, and Cas was letting his own silence consume him, no words falling from his lips, not a one.

"I don't understand why I'm so drawn to you; I don't understand the way you're making me feel. But I -- I think I'm starting to understand the lengths I would go for you." Dean kept his gaze on Cas' blue eyes; Cas' perfect blue eyes. Cas' lips were still parted, and Dean leaned back in his chair, fingers still intertwined.

"I don't know what to say.." Cas muttered under his breath. "Then don't say anything." Dean replied, Cas squeezing Dean's hand in an effort to silently tell him something.

Maybe it was supposed to mean "okay".

Maybe it was supposed to mean "thank you".

He didn't know.

But it was saying something, and it meant something, so they left it at that.

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Everyone was cleared out of the arena before they could find out who had spilled so much blood. Everyone knew that that much blood meant death. But that was not a fight to the death, and it must have been an accident, yet no one knew if it was or not.

Except for a select few.

That select few being the Elites, and the surviving member of the duel.

There was such a rarity of demigods killing other demigods now, and if there was one circumstance in which that happened, the surviving demigod would be banished. Harsh, but necessary. Some people, as in those who saw exactly what happened, would be able to tell if it were an accident, and the survivor could slip out of banishment.

Not a single word of who won was given out to any of the campers, and to those who did in fact see what happened, were sworn to stay quiet about it until further notice.

Things like this were not supposed to happen, and it would cause chaos if it did, so the Elites would take care of everything and sort everything out until it all calmed down.

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"So, Cas, I never did know your schedule. Tell me. What classes have you got and when." Dean asked, trying to bring up the conversation, hands still connected.

"Of course, I go to breakfast at eight AM and cabin inspection is at eight AM. Pegasus riding is after breakfast until eleven, then archery until twelve. Lunch break is at twelve fifteen to one, as you know, then I've got two hours of free time, which I use as my own personal training, so I don't have sword and shield training. You would know, obviously, because you teach sword and shield." He paused for a moment, thinking about what exactly his next class was, then continuing.

"From three to four I've got a choice between Greek History and Greek Language, even though I know everything from both of those. I guess I switch every other day. Monster assault techniques from four to six. Dinner from six to seven, then I've got arts and crafts, which I don't have to go to, once again, because it's more of a choice, so I just use that time to train. Then eight to eight thirty is climbing wall and eight thirty to nine is cabin clean up."