Gods, Angels, & Demons

Be Still

The rumors died down quickly, which only meant, they weren't rumors anymore.

But due to so much going on with final tests on Greek language, or physical tests, Dean never had time to talk to Cas after that morning in the back of the Ares cabin. Though, with so much time on his hands, he did get to thinking -- thinking about Cas.

Cas was this being that somehow, once you know him, once you really know him and appreciate him, he's always in your mind, stuck there, and Dean Winchester could not be more proud of that, because he had taken the time to get to know Cas, and that made him rather happy. More than happy, really. And they didn't say it, but they both knew that something bigger was going on between them.

It wasn't just two guys occasionally making out.

No. No, God no.

Dean came to know that it was about him, and Cas, and how if he hadn't found Cas beaten bloody that day, there was no way he would've ever met him. And just that thought alone nearly made Dean shiver, because Cas was this beacon in his life now that he needed and that guided him towards waking up each morning.

It was the same for Cas, though, and worse, really.

He truly had it rough before he met Dean Winchester, with the beatings, and the depression, and anxiety, and panic attacks. Like he said; he had gotten into a real bad place before he met Dean, and he could not be more happy than he was now.

So, really, what was going on between them was a need for each other. Not a want, but a need.

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The dance was held in the Big House.

Before seven thirty, make-upped girls and suited boys were walking through the doors, hand in hand with their date, all smiles and laughs. That is, aside from Lisa, who was waiting outside the doors of the Big House, waiting for who she still thought would be Dean to pick her up.

But Dean just brushed past her, in his suit and tie, nobody in his hand, nobody to wrap his hand around a waist, and may or may not have shot a wink at her, to which she scoffed and watched him walk inside, waiting a few moments before she was running in.

Cas stood against the wall, a red cup full of punch in his hand, not taking a sip. He was away from the mess of people that were dancing and singing to some shit songs by Nicki Minaj. No one has good taste in music anymore, he thought to himself, sighing. He let his eyes drop to the floor, the hundred demigods around him roaring against the music, laughing, dancing, and then there was Cas.

The Cas that stood there like the nobody he was, and the Cas that stood there like the nobody he always will be.

But, he wasn't a nobody to one person.

And that one person had just caught his gaze from across the room, and Cas tried his best to keep his eyes down, but he just couldn't with the feeling of such green eyes coming closer and closer. Cas' eyes locked onto Dean's, and he couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him in a suit, all dressed up and amazing.

Dean smiled at Cas once he got to him, Cas looking up at him with worried, puppy-dog eyes. "What?" Dean asked, warm smile ridden on his lips. Cas shook his head, letting it drop while doing so. Dean tried to follow Cas' gaze, but didn't manage, so he placed his thumb and his index finger on Cas' chin, lifting his head up and bringing his lips to his.

He didn't care if anyone was watching.

He didn't care if he could hear Lisa very literally scream.

He didn't care if there were people gasping around him, because all he wanted to do was be next to Cas, and so he did just that.

The demigods quickly got used to what was now a new pairing, or, as some of the Aphrodite kids called an OTP.