Warnings: Various characters will end up in sexual situations, and they may or may not be consenting. I haven't quite decided everything I'm doing with this yet, but if you don't like a little smut, this might not be the story for you. Enjoy!

1.

There were six of them in total. They all sat around the campfire, eager young faces lit by the flickering yellow light and blinking in the sooty heat that emanated from the roaring flame. A couple of them had long sticks that they would occasionally shove marshmallows on to roast. But mostly they just stared, wide-eyed at the one talking.

The seventh.

"Let me tell you a story. It's a true story, I know because I was there. Some of it I saw, some of it was told to me by the others, and some of it is left to imagination as to what really happened," Sam told them all quietly, eyes shadowed by the fringes of his long hair as he glared around the campfire. Jo. Ash. Gabe. Adam. Garth. Chuck. They all watched him expectantly, not even caring to break in that they were all thirteen and definitely too old for scary campfire stories.

"It all started here, in this very camp, last summer. Cabin 7A."

"That cabin number doesn't exist…" Chuck said, interrupting Sam. The storyteller sent him a hard glare and he dropped his head with a blush.

"We all know that. But it was there last year, trust me. Why else do you think the cabin numbers go from 6A to 8B? There used to be one there. But they tore it down after what happened."

"Wanna marshmallow?" Garth whispered into Chuck's ear, thinking he was being quiet. He glanced up though as Sam cleared his throat, narrowing his hazel eyes at the skinny boy. Garth smiled nervously and stuck another marshmallow on the end of his stick, pushing it into the fire. "Sorry," he mumbled, biting his lips to hide his grin.

"Anyway, if we're all done interrupting…"

"Just get on with the damn story, Sam!" Jo muttered irritably, shifting on the log she was sharing with Ash, who looked inclined to put his arm around her, but decided against it. Gabe nudged Sam's side, eyes gazing expectantly at him and waited for him to continue.

Sam sighed. "So, it all started when the camp opened and everyone was getting dropped off by their parents and assigned cabins and all that jazz you all know because we went through the same thing when we got here last week. But there was this boy, fifteen, blue eyes, black hair, and we're going to call him Cas. And another boy, sixteen, blonde hair, green eyes, and we're going to call him Dean."

"Isn't that your brother's name?" Adam piped up from across the fire. He shut up after a legendary glare from Sam.

"Doesn't matter. That's what we're calling him."

"Sam… Cas is my brother's girlfriend's brother's nickname. And he went here last year…" Gabe whispered into Sam's ear, afraid to let anybody else hear him. Sam glanced at him and made a shushing sound, telling him to be quiet about it through his eyes. Gabe got the message and contented himself with sucking on a lollipop he'd produced from nowhere, hiding a smile because he suspected what story Sam was telling, though he hadn't heard it himself.

"Dean and Cas, that's what we're calling them. No but's. Now listen! So, these two boys arrived at different times, never having met each other, but they were assigned the same cabin. 7A. It was the last cabin to be filled for the boys and there was only the two of them together in that cabin…"

"Damnit, Mom! My hair is perfectly fine. It really doesn't matter anyway. By the time I'm done here I'll just be a mess again." Dean huffed and crossed his arms over his chest as Mary fussed over him. John finally closed the trunk of their car and handed Dean his black duffel, who swung it over his shoulder.

"Behave, son, while you're gone!" John told him, a smile adorning his features.

"Yeah, yeah, okay, Dad," Dean replied, being pulled into a hug from his father. Mary soon took her turn and kissed his forehead before letting him go. Dean sulkily blushed from the attention, he was almost seventeen for God's sake, but secretly he liked it.

"Dean! Don't steal all the attention!" Sam told him jokingly as he came over from where he'd been greeting his friend Brady. He received a laugh from their parents and his own hugs before the two got back into the car and waved as they left their boys on the grounds of the summer camp.

It was a five week deal, something they'd signed up for through school and only went to because their parents wanted them to get out during the summer and not just hang around at home doing absolutely nothing like they'd done the previous summer. Dean was looking forward to it more than Sam. He was eager for a chance to show off his outdoor skills and maybe even pick up a chick or two during the stay. Sam on the other hand would have rather stayed home to do his summer reading for school, but had joined when his best friend Brady said that he was going.

A lot of people from their school were there, but also a lot from other schools. The whole camp was made up of only about two hundred kids, though, aged twelve through seventeen, and about twenty adults. Just glancing around the boys could see they were in completely different territory than they were used to. They headed towards the reception cabin to be assigned a bunk. There were fourteen cabins in all, 1-7A for boys and 8-14B for the girls. Without a full roster that year, they had two cabins empty for the girls and Dean was luckily placed in the very last one for the boys with just one other guy. He prayed the guy wouldn't be a total loser.

They made their way across the grounds, taking in where the mess hall was, the rec cabin, and figured they'd be shown everything else that evening after the introduction ceremony. Dean dropped off his brother at cabin 3A and went off to his own, finding it empty and figuring his roomie would be there soon. There were eight sets of bunk beds in each cabin, and Dean took the top of the one furthest from the door, using the bottom bed to toss his duffel onto. Each cabin was equipped with its own little bathroom consisting of a toilet and a sink with a shower separated by a door. Dean took the opportunity to test the facilities and relieved himself before sitting on his bunk, pulling out an Ipod to listen to some classic rock while he waited for his roomie.

It took only two Creedence Clearwater songs before the door opened and a lanky boy entered, an unsure expression on his face. Dean pulled his earbuds from his ears and jumped down to greet him when he stopped unexpectedly.

"Damn…" he muttered slowly, eyes wide as he took in his roomie. He had soft-looking black curls that stuck out at odd angles, giving him a look like he'd just gotten out of bed. But when he turned to look at Dean, what struck him most were those bright, deep, gorgeous blue eyes of his. Dean realized he was staring after a moment and flushed slightly. "Uh, hi," he said meekly, feeling very out of character.

"Hi," the boy replied shyly, glancing around. "So we're the only two in this cabin?"

"Yeah," Dean replied, his eyes moving away from the boy. "I'm Dean, by the way."

"Castiel. Nice to meet you."

"Castiel?"

The boy looked at the floor. "My sister calls me Cas, if that's better."

"Cas it is, then," Dean said with a slight laugh. "Uh… Well I took that bunk," he motioned at the one he'd been sitting on, "but I guess you get any other one you want."

Cas nodded and moved around a little before choosing the one just two down from Dean's own. It was in the corner of the room and Dean had eyed it as well, but he liked being away from the door for some reason. Dean picked up his Ipod again, glancing at the time.

"Shit, we've gotta be at the thing in five minutes. I guess you'll have to unpack later." Dean gave an apologetic grimace to Cas who just nodded and followed him out the door. Dean locked it behind them, not deciding yet whether to trust the other campers and leave their cabin unlocked and not taking chances the first day.

They walked together, with a somewhat awkward silence between them, and eventually made it to the mess hall where everyone else was already gathered. Dean picked out Sam in the crowd and left Cas' side in favor of his brother's.

"Hey, meet your roomie?" Sam asked when Dean laid a hand on his shoulder to let him know he was there in the crowd.

"Yeah."

"What's he like?"

"He's cool, I guess." And hot. Really, really freaking hot. But Dean didn't add that. His brother had no idea he was bisexual, and he was planning on keeping it that way. At least for a while. After all, he'd really only figured that out over the past year. "What about you? Any douches?"

"No, they all seem nice so far. Plus I got the same cabin as Brady!"

"Awesome."

Brady took that moment to appear at Sam's elbow. He nodded a hello at Dean and they all looked up at the mini stage set up in the back where they were all currently crowded, having to stand close instead of sitting at benches because they didn't have microphones at the camp.

"Ladies and gents, welcome to Lawrence District Summer Camp! We hope you've all made proper sleeping arrangements and if anyone has any issues, please feel free to talk to me or any other of the counselors. Now, after my little speech, we'll have all of you sit with your cabins at the designated tables and get to know everybody, and after supper we'll separate into groups to tour the grounds!" The woman speaking was middle-aged with dark hair and a friendly smile. She was the head counselor, Gwen Campbell or something. Dean tuned out as she went over her "little speech" talking about the activities and rules of the camp. The only thing he did pay attention to was the nine o'clock curfew, which he mentally groaned at. Late nights around campfires were awesome.

Instead of listening, Dean found himself glancing around for Cas, who he found towards the back of the congregation. A moment later, Gwen's speech rolled to a close and everyone began moving to find their tables, which were marked by cabin numbers. Dean quickly followed Cas to where the dark-haired boy had already located their table and was sitting at it. Dean sat across from him, once again trying not to stare at those impossibly blue eyes. He didn't have to fight for long, though, as they were soon called up to get in line for food. It was a buffet style serving area and Dean helped himself to the offered burger and fries, layering ketchup heavily on both before taking his seat again. Cas, he noticed, had only taken some spaghetti and bread.

They ate quietly, neither very inclined to speak first. The air was filled with the sounds of eating and talking as cabins got to know each other. Dean glanced around, finding a few familiar faces nearby, none of which he was happy to see. He also caught eyes with Lisa and completely ignored Bela who was sitting next to her at 11B and obviously hoping to grab Dean's attention. When would she ever get that Dean wasn't interested in her and hadn't been for the past year she'd been chasing him.

"So… what school are you from?" Dean eventually asked when he was just playing with his fries and Cas was obviously done eating, too.

"Lawrence High."

"Whaaa? Me too! How come I've never seen you before?"

"We have no classes together. I'm a year younger than you." Cas' answer threw Dean for a loop. He'd been sure Cas was older than him. He had that… mature look about him.

"Oh, I see," he finally said. "Why'd you decide to come here for the summer?"

Cas shrugged. "My father wanted me to. He's one of the counselors."

"Really? Which one?"

"The balding assbutt one named Zach."

Dean didn't even bother smothering his laughter. "You seriously just called your dad an assbutt?"

Cas furrowed his brow. "I was trying to give an accurate description."

Dean just laughed harder, wrapping his face in his arms to hide his laughter and aiming it at the table and try not to attract so much attention to himself. "Yeah, that's pretty accurate," he answered after he'd calmed, knowing who Cas was talking about and feeling a little sorry for him. When his eyes found Cas' again, the boy was smiling slightly at his laughter. Dean liked his smile, and he immediately felt himself blush against his will.

Fortunately, he was saved, again, by one of the counselor's coming over to their table and announcing they would be paired with cabin 6A for the tour and were led off around the grounds. Dean stayed sort of near Cas as neither of them knew anyone in 6A and Dean was reluctant to let the boy out of his sight. He didn't really know why, but he had the suspicion that he was starting to like Cas. And that would be a problem.

They were let go almost an hour later, after the sun had sunk far below the horizon and Dean was yawning, bored already. There hadn't been much to see, anyway, just a giant climbing tree, some other big trees, a few obstacle courses, some more big trees, a lake, even more big trees, and a huge amphitheater that would seat everyone living at the camp comfortably. Dean wasn't really all that impressed, but he was still looking forward to being there. Even more so with the prospect of his new roomie…

Wait, what? Dean shook his head, trying to clear out those thoughts as he and Cas returned to their cabin. It was only about eight o'clock, but Dean was beat and quickly said goodnight before getting ready for bed and climbing in to his bunk, curling up under his blanket and thanking God that Cas couldn't read his thoughts.

A/N: Holy mother of assbutts I feel like I'm working on too many things at once... But, I figured since I haven't put anything up in a while, I might as well publish the first chapter of this story... which I'm still in the process of writing. The updates are likely to be sporadic but I hope to put a chapter out every few days (I'm trying for longer chapters in this story so bear with me?).

P.S. Welcome fans, new and old! I hope you've enjoyed this first installment and are looking forward to what's coming!

P.P.S. I have no idea yet how long this will be. Probably pretty long. I have a lot in mind...