Gods, Angels, & Demons

Fixes

Sam looked up at Gabe from his marshmallow, the fire crackling louder than the average campfire.

"Gabe?" Sam asked nervously, Gabe looking up at him. "What?" He asked over the roar of demigods singing songs. "Do you uh.." Sam paused, Gabriel making a 'go on' sort of face at him, making Sam continue; "Do you wanna go to the dance with me?"

"What?"

"I said, do you wanna go to the dance with me?"

"What? I can't hear you! They're singing too loud!" They had chosen to stand way in the back for that very reason; and plus, it was way less crowded, but it was still beyond loud.

Then Sam was leaning in near Gabriel's ear, lips almost touching his ear, before he said, "Do you want. To go. To the goddamn. Dance with me?" Sam's voice was low, and Gabe's eyes were widened at his unexpected words. "What?" He said again, but this time, not because he couldn't hear him, but because he had just been asked to a dance by Sam Campbell.

And Sam was getting nervous, because now he was thinking that maybe Gabriel wasn't gay or bisexual, and he had messed everything up, and he was getting too nervous, maybe even sweating, he couldn't tell, and maybe he --

"Okay."

"What?"

"Yes, I'll go to the dance with you, Samantha." Gabriel smirked at his last comment, leaning in and hugging Sam, Sam smiling into his shoulder.

"Really?"

"Yes, Sam, I'll go to the dance with you."

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Day After The Beach

The rumors spread like wildfire.

There was the constant whisper of Dean Winchester being gay, or a fag, and technically, it was true, but he swung both ways, girls and guys, not one or the other.

Which, of course, not a single soul was smart enough to think of.

And as for Cas, due to his already low reputation, Lucifer went back to angering him, though the beatings stopped. He just was constantly on his ass, teasing him about how much of a faggot he was, and he how liked dick, and every insult a homphobic piece of shit could give to a homosexual.

Dean had it easy, though.

He could tell people to back off, and they would. Or he could say 'so what, I like dudes?' and they wouldn't bat an eye. Because he was Dean Winchester, the famous Dean Winchester, that had his own reputation to keep up, a reputation he managed to rest at the same, steady level he had been on before.

And Dean knew Cas must have been hurting, because he wasn't exactly the most rewnowned person in the camp. And he felt bad for it, because now Dean was thinking it was his fault, somehow, that he liked Cas, but he wasn't some guy you could just let go.

He was some guy you kept, and you loved, and you needed.

And no one understood that.

No one but Dean, and in a way, he felt like that made him special, but then, in a way, that made him feel so sad, because no one else was seeing how perfect Cas was, or how truly amazing he was, and that was enough to make Dean Winchester, of all people, sad.

And because of people following Dean around non-stop, he couldn't catch a break to go see Cas, which bummed him out, too.

And Dean, somewhere in the back of his thick skull, knew that the person that had started the rumors was, of course, a child of Aphrodite, because that's the cabin that always starts the rumors. But he had a feeling it was Hester, maybe, or Lisa that began it all. Well, maybe not Lisa, because everyone knew that Lisa thought Dean had his heart set on her, which is total bullshit.