Foreword: For those of you who are following my other stories, no need to read this. It won't tell you anything you don't already know. But for those of you who haven't read any of my other fics and just clicked on this, know that this story isn't straight fanfiction. This work will, when I finish it, hopefully become a novel since I have taken on the conquest of writing a book. I need the money. But what I'm doing, is writing the story and adding and removing and tweaking things here and there so it also doubles as fanfiction so I can get feedback on it as I go. Feedback will be super important when writing this. Yes, I am a Supernatural fan so I'm not just randomly uploading it here either. This will still be Destiel fanfiction. Also this story, will have a lot to do with religion and homophobia in society so just an FYI there. If by some RANDOM ACT (I had to) of God (even though I don't believe in God?) this book does get accepted by a publisher, it still has a lot to do with the way that society's views on homosexuality and the way gay people are treated in their own environments affect they way they view and see themselves. I will not be pinpointing or singling out any set religion so I'm attacking religion at all or anything. I am just pulling some major characteristics from religions I have experience (not pulling things out of my ass) with and live around - but mainly focusing on the treatment of LGBTQ people within religious families and social groups. It's a very attacking society and close-minded bigots story. (:

Also note: I do have a touch of a reading disorder to I fuck up spelling A LOT. And get words/names switched around, but I try to correct them when I see them. It's just super difficult for me to see them, but the final version would be 107% perfectly proofread.


"What?" Dean scoffed, his jaw dropping as he looked up at his dad. "Bible camp?"

"Yes. Bible camp." His father stated.

"You've got to be kidding me." Dean groaned.

"I'm sure you'll meet lots of lovely kids there." His mom smiled.

"That's the problem." Dean snorted. "I already have friends."

"And they're horrible influences on you." John snapped.

"They are not." Dean argued.

"Dean, we found cigarettes in your backpack. Next thing you know, you'll be running around drinking alcohol, getting tattoos, and having sex." Mary sighed. "And cigarettes are bad for your health."

"It's no big deal, mom." Dean replied.

"Of course it's a big deal." John interjected. "Look at your brother. He hangs around with good people, gets good grades, has a beautiful girlfriend, and studies the bible every night. We want you to be like that."

"Well what if I don't want to be like that?" Dean asked.

"Then tough." Mary said. "No son of mine is going to be smoking or drinking."

"It was a one time thing, Mom." Dean moaned. "If I promise to not do it again, will you not send me off to camp?"

"You won't be doing it again anyways. But no, you're still going up there." John stated.

"That's not fair!" Dean scowled.

"Maybe not, but you need better friends. You need friends in the church. They'll be much better than the friends you have now. I mean, seriously Dean. How many times has Alistair been arrested?" John sighed.

"Only 3." Dean rolled his eyes.

"Only." John snorted. "Hopefully, when you're up there, you'll meet some nice kids who haven't been arrested only 3 times and have a few morals. And hopefully, they'll get you back on the righteous path."

"I think you'll like it up there though. It's a nice forest area by a lake. There'll be tons of fun activities." Mary shrugged.

"Yeah. Maybe fun for a two day camping trip." Dean retorted. "But not all summer!"

"Listen, Dean. If you hung around with a better crowd, we wouldn't be sending you here." John frowned.

"And if you're lucky, you might even get a girlfriend when you're up there." Mary smiled.

"Ugh." Dean choked. "The last thing I want is some stupid girl drooling over me."

"You're an attractive, funny young man. It'd just be nice to see you get a girlfriend, Dean." Mary sighed.

"I don't want a girlfriend, mom! I don't want to go to some stupid bible camp! And I don't want to talk to you!" Dean yelled, turning off and marching to his room.

"You get back here right now, Dean!" John ordered. "And apologize to your mother!"

"How about you take my apology and stick it where the sun don't shine!" Dean shouted, slamming his door and locking it tightly.

John scowled as he went to Dean's room, but Mary grabbed his arm and stopped him. "Let it go, John. He'll get over it."

"Boy needs to learn some respect." John grumbled, turning towards the kitchen.

"They'll teach him manners up at camp. Don't worry." Mary smiled before returning to her own activities.

[–]

Dean furiously dialed Alistair's number.

"Sup, Dean." Alistair answered.

"You would not believe what my parents just told me." Dean scowled.

"I take it it's not a good thing?" Alistair asked.

"Bible camp." Dean stated.

"They're shipping you off to some church rehab?" Alistair scoffed.

"For the whole summer." Dean groaned.

"No way!" Alistair exclaimed.

"I want to kill them right now." Dean muttered.

"So you won't be back until school starts?" Alistair sighed.

"Apparently not." Dean replied.

"Why are they even sending you off?" Alistair growled.

"They found the cigs you gave me in my backpack apparently. And also I need to be more like my brother. Because Sam is just so great. He gets good grades. He reads the bible. He does this. He does that." Dean sneered in a mocking tone.

"Jesus..." Alistair muttered. "Your parents suck. Like don't they know that all kids smoke in high school and most of 'em don't get amazing grades?"

"No. They don't. Conservative douche bags..." Dean sighed.

"Well damn." Alistair grimaced. "What am I going to do without my wingman this summer? I won't have anyone to go to parties and pick up girls with. I mean, no way you can lose your V-card at bible camp."

"Yeah, well that'll just have to wait until school starts back up then." Dean grumbled.

"Although I'm sure with a little persuasion and charm, you can still score with one of the little ladies up there." Alistair smirked.

"Yeah. Sure." Dean snorted. "You haven't been to my church. They're such prudes."

"Dean, it's a church. Of course they're prudes." Alistair remarked.

"True." Dean mused.

"I still think you got a chance." Alistair said. "When you're up there, you better call me and tell me about all the chicks up there."

"Have you met the girls who go to my church? They have giant sticks up their asses about everything. Who would want to be with one of them?" Dean groaned.

"Who cares? No one said you have to marry the girl." Alistair stated.

"I don't know." Dean sighed. "I'll see what the selection is."

"Atta boy." Alistair smirked. "So when you off?"

"I think camp starts on Monday." Dean answered.

"That's only two days!" Alistair exclaimed.

"Not even. We have to be up there Sunday night." Dean grimaced.

"This is a load of bullshit." Alistair scowled.

"You're telling me." Dean snorted.

"No way you can get out of it?" Alistair asked.

"Nope." Dean hissed. "Trust me. I would if I could."

"Who wouldn't?" Alistair scoffed. "Three and a half months of studying some dumb book and having people completely change who you are to turn you into some religious zombie. Who the hell would want that?"

"Apparently a lot of parents. The camp is normally packed." Dean retorted.

"Remind me to never let my family get involved in the church. I'd rather be shot in the face." Alistair replied.

"You're so lucky they aren't. Do you know what I'd give to be able to sleep in on Sundays?" Dean snorted. "A hell of a lot."

"More like a heaven of a lot." Alistair sneered.

"Good one." Dean laughed.


A/N: Okay guys. Short first chapter I know. Idk if I'd call this a chapter really. More of a Prologue thing. *shrug* But uh. Yeah. This is canon. I am starting to write a motherfucking book. And my extremely religious mother will love that I'm writing a gay love story that sprouts at bible camp. So this one's to you mom and your close-minded assholeness about LGBTQ people even though your daughter is one. But Cas's lovely ass pops up first thing next chapter. Hopefully I'll be updating this fic pretty frequently because getting this book done is a pretty high priority. Because the sooner it gets done, the sooner I can get it edited, then published, then get money, then totally not get con tickets since they're totally not the only reason I need money. Nope...*rubs neck awkwardly*.


ALSO: I made my own font and apparently I have the handwriting of a serial killer. It looks really freaky. So I photoshopped a fake ransom note and covered it in blood and emailed it to my friends. It was funny...in the fucked up kind of way.


ALSO v2.0: If you guys could take a moment to sign this petition, I would be eternally grateful. /convention_supernatural_quebec I have a friend who lives in Quebec and can't afford to go to any of the cons in Canada outside of very small cons which J2M can't attend. Yes, the petition is in French and if you don't speak french, Google translate can solve that problem. But if for some reason, you don't have google translate available, allow me.


Prénom = First name

Nom de famille = Last name

Ville = City

Pay = Country

États-Unis = USA

Adresse de Courriel = email

Rendre publique votre signature ? = Allow your signature to be made public?

Oui = Yes

Non= No

Signer cette petition = Sign This Petition.

NOTE: You do not have to use your real information. I just put E as my last name.