Gods, Angels, & Demons

Stories

"Alright, alright, everyone on the buses!" Screamed Charlie, the one girl that knew everything there was to know about the
average human life.

Girls piled into one bus, boys in the other, the yellow vehicle starting up. The bus would be taking them out of camp for the day to shop, though only people fifteen and over could go. The reason that the buses were divided upon gender were because they'd both be going to different locations.

Those locations being shops either for suits or for dresses.

Yes, yes, it's the annual Camp Half - Blood dance before the end of the Summer and (most) kids went back to their families or human lives.

Castiel wasn't able to sit next to Dean because Benny had snatched his seat before he could get to it, leaving him to sit alone a few rows in front of Dean.

An hour passed and Cas was fiddling with his thumbs when the bus stopped. They stumbled out, pushing everyone, laughing, shouting. Because Charlie was guiding the girls through their own shopping, Dean had to take over with the rowdy crowd of boys. There were at least 45, and they had to stop by an ATM to transfer drachmas into American dollars.

Cas had caught up to Dean after getting his $250 (he was the fourth to use the ATM) and stood next to him while waiting for the other demigods to finish their transfers. "Hey, Cas." Dean smiled at him, the child of Ares leaning his shoulder into Cas'. "Hi." Castiel said back, a warm smile on his face.

"They're so loud.." Cas complained, pressing his temple against Dean's shoulder. Dean smiled, holding himself back from wrapping his arm around Cas' waist. "You get used to it." He chuckled, eyes raking over the crowd of demigods. They were in some shit 711, which wasn't nearly as crowded as the streets outside.

After what must have been thirty minutes, Dean gathered everyone up, Cas standing right next to him, but it didn't look suspicious because everyone was in very close quarters already.

"Okay, everybody!" Dean shouted,
quieting everyone down.

"We have to be back at camp by seven. We're going to one store, and one store only. If you get hungry, that sucks 'cause you gotta wait until we get back to eat. If you gotta pee, there's a bathroom in the store. Are we clear?" Dean's deep voice boomed over the demigods like he was an actual God, everyone nodding at his question.

"Good. Don't hit anyone, either! And do not, I repeat, do not stray away from the
group!"

They nodded again.

"Okay. You're gonna follow me and Castiel. We're at the front at all times; anyone who walks ahead gets pushed the back. Let's go." And then they were walking out the doors and towards the suit shop that they went to every year. It was actually a high-end store, but most of the suits didn't exceed $350

"Mmk. Go free, young ones." Dean smiled at his little comment, watching everyone slowly spread out in the store.
Everyone, of course, was renting a suit, so they'd have to take it back, but that was always a trip manned by all of the satyrs.

Cas turned around and stood in front of Dean, looking up at him with blue eyes like stars, Dean looking down at him with a little smirk.

"What?" Dean asked, Cas biting his lower lip, shrugging. After Cas didn't say anything for a while, Dean said something. "Go get a suit, Cas." He playfully pushed him away, watching him walk off before he, too, was looking for one.

Thirty Minutes Later

Dean had been sat in a chair outside of the dressing room, already having bought his suit and helped a few guys with theirs, when honestly, he had barely any idea what he was doing.