I hope you enjoy this AU I put together. More chapters are on their way. What do you think?
"Ladies and gentlemen," Camp Poughkeepsie Director (he insisted everyone call him that) Garth said as he paced back and forth along the floor of the Administrative Cabin. "You all are here to serve as camp counselor this summer. If you are not here for that, now would probably be the time to git." He chuckled at his own joke, but when met with silence he cleared his throat and continued. "We have one day to prepare for the arrival of the campers…"
Dean tuned out. He could always ask someone who was actually paying attention later, if he needed to. His eyes scanned the crowd of twenty or so counselors. He saw a tiny Asian kid, a girl with the brightest red hair he had seen in his life, and a bunch of other college-age people who had nothing better to do than hang around a run-down summer camp for a month. No one looked particularly interesting, but then again, he couldn't see everyone from his spot in the middle of the clump, and he didn't particularly want to turn around and give any sign that he wasn't actually listening.
"Why the hell did I agree to this, anyway?" He thought as CPD Garth droned on and on about how two counselors will be assigned to each cabin, yadda yadda yadda.
In fact, he knew why he was there. Firstly, because fifteen-year-old Sammy was going to be there. His little brother was fresh out of his first year of high school, and Dean was secretly proud of him. Secondly, anything beat staying home with his dad and going on awkward father-son bonding trips out to his grandpa's old hunting spot. So, here he was, listening to a lecture on camper safety and shit like that.
Dean reached Cabin 4 before his soon-to-be roommate. What was his name again? Castle? He threw his canvas bag full of stuff onto the bed that was closest to the AC, claiming it as his own.
The cabin had a big, open room with a bunch of bunk beds for the campers, and a smaller one off to the side that he would share with the other counselor. They had their own bathroom complete with shower, but the campers had a restroom next door that they shared with cabin 3.
Dean quickly slipped his six-pack of contraband beer under the bed, and then began unpacking when he walked in. He was slightly shorter than dean, with dark hair and electric blue eyes. Because it was a slightly cooler day, he wore khaki pants and a plain grey t-shirt.
"Hello. My name is Castiel Novak. You must be Dean Winchester?" Dean couldn't respond for a moment, but quickly snapped out of it. He replied with a gruff "yeah". "Pleased to meet you." Castiel set his suitcase on his own bed and began neatly putting his clothes into his dresser. This made Dean a little unconscious and he started to put some effort into sorting his clothes instead of tossing them willy-nilly into the drawers.
They didn't speak for a good fifteen minutes, but then Dean had to ask:
"Castiel, what kind of a name is that?"
Cas blushed. He was often called out for his…unusual name.
"I was named after an Angel of the Lord." You could almost hear the capitalization of those words. "All of my brothers were. My parents had…interesting tastes."
Cas felt Dean's eyes on him as he turned away. He didn't want his new roommate to think he was some kind of biblical freak.
"Angels, huh? I guess that's pretty cool." He glanced at his watch. "Hey, what time's dinner? I'm starved."
"I believe Camp Poughkeepsie Director Garth said it was at 5:00"
"Perfect." Dean said, smirking at Castiel's use of the full title. "Let's go."
Cas felt a weird sense of pride walking beside Dean Winchester on their way to the mess hall. He couldn't quite put a finger on it, but Dean was cracking fast-paced jokes that Cas couldn't dream of understanding, and he was loving every minute of it.
Dean noted the weird look on Cas's face when they entered the dining hall. "What's wrong, dude?"
"My brother Gabriel," he said, pointing to the short man behind the counter, waving at Castiel. "He's not supposed to be here."
Cas marched up to him, Dean following behind.
"Cassy! Hey buddy, who's your boyfriend here?"
Cas and Dean simultaneously deepened in shades of red.
"He's not my boyfriend, he's my roommate, Dean."
"Boyfriend, roomie, potato, potahto." Gabe swung his ladle back and forth rhythmically in time with his words.
"What are you doing here?"
"Relax, bro, I needed a summer job, and when I found out that you were going to be at camp bedbug, I jumped at the opportunity to spend a month with my little brother." He scooped out two plates of indiscernible camp food for Dean and Cas. "Have a magical day!" He called after them as they walked away to sit at an empty counselor table. Cas was honestly surprised Dean wanted to sit with him after that embarrassing encounter. Instead, Dean just forked the slop into his mouth.
"Brothers," he said with an eye roll and a smirk. He knew what a pain they could be. After all, dorky little Sam would be arriving tomorrow.
"Yeah, brothers." Cas pushed the stuff around his plate.
"So, campers tomorrow," Dean said as he settled into the sleeping bag atop his mattress. He watched Cas twist and turn to find a comfy position. He reminded Dean of a dog walking in circles before finally settling down comfortably.
"Yes." Cas stared out the window at the stars against the deep sky. He and Dean had talked very little after the other counselors joined them, but he hoped they would talk more. He glanced over at an already snoring Dean. The rise and fall of his chest mirrored the soft hum of the crickets outside.