Castiel felt, when he awoke that things weren't as grim as they had felt yesterday. There was no sinking feeling in his stomach and his body didn't feel heavy and tired. His encounter with Dean the night before had actually been quite pleasant.
He sat in his bunk watching some of the children moaning and complaining to be left asleep. It was a few days until they would have been there for a month and they were still complaining about the early rise. Castiel grinned at their desperate struggle to remain in their nests of warmth and comfort.
"If you guys don't get up we'll have to drag you out there," Castiel announced to all of them, pulling his legs out from the sleeping bag. He jumped down from his bunk and landed with a soft thud.
Chuck was sitting at the small table next to the fire place and Ash was sitting on his bunk. Castiel made a head gesture toward one of the boys who was making a point of keeping his head under the cover of his blanket.
They knew what Castiel was getting at immediately, quietly they all crept over to the small heap on the lower bunk, some of the other boys noticing and giggling quietly, trying not to blow their cover.
With swift movements they all picked up the corners of the sleeping bag and carried the resistant boy out into the sunshine. He was light with all three of them carrying him and he was being sent into giggling fits at the turn of events.
They gently set the squirming boy who was now very much awake on the soft grass just outside the cabin. He moved underneath the fabric cover and peeked his head out, a huge grin on his face.
"Awake now?" Castiel beamed.
The boy nodded and crawled out from the sleeping bag, dragging it carelessly back in.
The three of them laughed at what they done and sat on the steps of the cabin, letting the sun heat up their cool bodies.
"Hey, wasn't that girl into you, Castiel?" Ash asked curiously as he pointed towards a couple standing near the tree line.
It was Sam and Jessica. "I don't know, even if she was, she's better off with Sam, they're a match made in heaven," Castiel informed.
"Whatever you say, dude, too bad though, she's pretty cherry." Ash pointed out.
"We're not in the 50's, Ash, I believe the word you were looking for was hot," Chuck teased.
Ash only made a mocking face in return to what chuck had said, which made Castiel wonder if he should join the seven and eight-year-olds inside the cabin, because they seemed to have a lot in common.
He watched the two of them bicker over slang words when he noticed a shadow cast over his own frame. Looking up he was greeted by Dean, a smirk on his lips, Castiels heart skipped a beat, he wasn't sure yet if it was from being startled, or how beautiful Dean looked with the sun behind his head.
"I could be wrong, but did you guys just pull a kid out of your cabin in his sleeping bag?" Dean asked, directing it at the three of them.
Chuck and Ash looked unimpressed; clearly they hadn't warmed up to Dean yet. The silence between them was awkward for a few minutes; Dean fiddled with a water bottle in his hands. He looked athletic with it, it was an inviting appearance.
"Uhm, yes!" Castiel said quickly, finally breaking the silence, "We figured it would be the best way to wake him up." Castiel told him, putting an uncomfortable smile over his face.
Deans grin grew larger, "Maybe I should try something like that with my group, they're pretty damn stubborn in the mornings," He said gesturing toward his cabin with his thumb.
Suddenly Dean changed the subject entirely, "That a Pink Floyd shirt?" He asked pointing to Ash's top.
"Yeah Sherlock, it is," Ash snorted, "Everyone can pinpoint the prism with the rainbow beam, but I bet you wouldn't be able to name a single album by them," Ash was intent that he was superior to Dean, that he could upstage the young man and ward him off for good.
Dean let a smug look wash over his features, "Piper at the gates of dawn, Saucerful of Secrets, More, Ummagumma, Atom Heart Mother, Meddle, Obscured by Clouds, Dark Side of the Moon- need I go on?" Dean asked with a cocky tone to his voice.
Ash was silent, his eyes wide, Chuck also had a bemused expression on his face. The situation was like something from a movie, it was really quite amazing.
Ash stood up and patted Dean on the shoulder, a fake look of tearful joy on his face. That's really all it took to win over Ash's respect, it seemed.
Dean laughed and they began to talk about other bands and albums, Castiel listened for a moment, he did enjoy the music they were speaking of, but he had to get up and make sure that all the boys were up and ready to head to the mess hall for breakfast.
Castiel though more calm about the situation was still uncertain. He enjoyed Deans company enough, he was friendly and funny and that's what Castiel liked, he was unsure if he wished for anything more than that. Dean's feelings were immanent and very apparent to Castiel and something did seem to light up inside of him when he saw the green eyed teenager, he just didn't know.
In the back of his mind he thought that if Anna were around she would be the first person to have advice on the issue. In any other situation Castiel was the one who people sought for to receive advice, but when it came to his own complicated matters, he had always turned to Anna, even if it had been through a short phone call when she was in South Africa or a reply to letter from Papua New Guinea, she had been helping him even when she wasn't around to directly do so.
With a gentle assertiveness Castiel herded the children from the cabin and closed the door behind him, in front of him Dean was still talking to Ash about music, Chuck was even adding some of his input. It was like seeing countries that were at war making piece. He smiled faintly at the image.
They all stood up and began to walk toward the mess hall. The groups and kids mixing and mingling, however, Castiel took note that Dean was taking some care to avoid Crowley. He could see the thick built, dark haired boy further into the trees, walking with some children at his side to the hall. It looked odd, seeing such a cruel young man with young ones. Castiel felt like he should snatch them up and save them from whatever false or ill-natured things he might be telling them.
Looking over as they walked Castiel watched Dean lift an arm and wave towards his brother. Sam took this as his queue to approach. He left Jessica's side, removing is hand from her tiny waist and ran over.
Dean seemed to light up at sight of the lanky boy. His hard features softening when Sam grinned back. They were very close and Castiel really enjoyed seeing them together, they were brothers in the purest sense of the word, strong and close and bonded no matter what the circumstance.
And because of this it was really quite nice to watch them interact. They fed off each-others energy.
Breakfast went by quickly, pancakes, sausage and milk, a breakfast that could satisfy any stomach. When the room had collectively finished eating, John stood up from the counsellors table and spoke up, the room immediately silenced in his presence.
"As some of you might know, the break day is coming up," he began, his voice echoing through the hall, "Which means the kids will be coming with some of the counsellors on a two day hike into the mountains and the C.I.T's will get a break in the process,"
Castiel remembered reading about this break on the website and smiled at the opportunity to rest and enjoy some free time without having to look after the children.
"And obviously, in light of this, we will be a bit short staffed while some of the counsellors take the kids on the hike, so we expect you all to not be a problem and to behave yourselves as if it were any other day at camp, all the same rules will apply." John didn't play any games and he meant exactly what he said.
When breakfast was finished and everyone began to file out Dean caught up with Castiel and his group, he spoke to the three of them with a toothy grin on his face, "You guys want to meet up or something on the break day? We could all have a game of cards, I would invite Sammy too," Dean proposed to them.
Ash nodded his head and started to smile, "Sounds good to me." He said.
Chuck nodded in agreement, "Yeah, it's cool with me, too."
Finally they looked at Castiel, he snorted nervously under their stare, "I'm fine with it, you guys, sounds fun." He said, looking at Dean while he said it who seemed to return the look with a thankful one.
It would seem as though Dean was done with Crowley and the others he had previously been spending him time with. It was a wonderful change in events, he thought. Though it was rather funny that Dean could act so friendly and casual when he and Castiel both knew that they had shared a steamy kiss and some very open and raw moments.
If he didn't know for sure all those events had actually happened he might have thought them a dream of some kind.
Castiel had no idea how much he would actually anticipate the night they would get together in a sort of miniature party. The days following went by fast, the promise or relaxation at the end of their wait.
When the night finally came and the kids had been sent off with big packs strapped to their backs, him Ash and Chuck waved them off then returned to the cabin. Castiel seeing an opportunity of some time to himself before their friends arrived, pulled out his sketchbook and sat on his top bunk, doodling little pictures of some of the different buildings on the camp grounds.
Castiel drew for maybe thirty minutes when he heard some voices outside the cabin then a knock at their door. The people on the other side of the door didn't wait for it to get opened for them and simply came in.
It was Dean and Sam, as well as Jessica, Jo and another young woman with sandier hair then the other girls.
"Heya folks!" Dean called out, a smile on his face. He met eyes with Castiel quickly before he tended to the matter at hand.
"Hope you don't mind I brought a few unexpected guests." He pointed to the others.
He then grabbed at the messenger bag resting at his hip. "I come baring gifts!" Dean opened the flap on the bag and there was an alarmingly large amount of beer.
"Holy shit, man! Where did you get all that?" Ash asked obviously excited.
"There are some benefits to being the son of the owner, you know," Dean smiled.
Chuck looked equally as happy "It's been a while," Chuck said and grabbed a can from the pack, opening it and taking a long sip.
Castiel jumped down from his bunk and greeted them all a bit sheepishly. It was a lot of adult sized people in a small space, but they would make it work.
Moving some of the beds in a more diagonal position and bringing in some chairs from outside they positioned them around the small table next the fire place and everyone had a seat; Jo and the sandy haired girl using a lower bunk as a place to sit.
Once they were all settled in, Castiel sitting across from Dean at the little table the cards were brought out along with beers being opened.
"Now to introduce everyone," Dean announced. He pointed at every person saying their name since he was the only one in the room that knew everyone.
"Chuck, Castiel, Ash, Sam, Jessica, Jo and Becky," Everyone happily smiled at one another and the game began.
It was first a game of black jack that got increasingly louder and rowdier the more alcohol was consumed. Even Castiel had downed three beers so far.
"I'm doing terribly," Castiel groaned hitting his cards against the table.
Dean laughed, "Don't be a poor sport now, Cas."
"Cas? He calls you Cas?" Ash spoke up, his words slightly slurred, he and a few others in the room seemed to find this quite funny.
Jessica raised her voice over talking and laughing, "I like it! I think it cute!" She exclaimed to all of them.
Castiel snorted taking another longer swig of the drink.
The places where people had been seated had now changed somewhat, Chuck was sitting next to Becky, his arm around her shoulder, they were laughing hardily at something they had been talking about and Ash was now sitting next to Jo, now they too were discussing music and from what he could hear close range weapons also.
Through all of this the cards kept flying, winners were loud and obnoxious, raising their arms in the air in joy.
It was then that Dean leaned down into his bag again and pulled out a bottle of whisky. Castiel was surprised to see that Dean had hard liquor with him but being tipsy as he was, he thought it quite amusing.
The room erupted in calls of happiness. "Time for some shots," Dean grinned.
Jessica and Sam refused the offer but the rest of the group seemed delighted, even Castiel was a bit anxious to have some, he hadn't taken shots in a while, but he knew his tolerance to alcohol was high so he wasn't terribly worried.
After Jo had taken three shots when she leaned back, "That's good enough for me," She sighed.
The rest of the room managed three or four of the strong drinks but that was enough. The cards seemed to have stopped entirely, all of them too distracted with their drunken conversations.
How a groundkeeper hadn't picked up on the noise was miracle to Castiel, but a lot of the counsellors were with the children on their hiking trip.
Castiel suddenly Saw Dean manoeuvring his way over to Castiels bunk, the taller young man reached onto the bed and grabbed Castiels sketch book and started flipping through to the spot where he had left off before Castiel had taken it away last time.
Right now, however, Castiel was a bit too absent minded to remember the drawing inside of it that somewhat resembled Dean.
He watched with lazy eyes while dean looked through the sketches and doodles, then stopping on a particular page, he seemed to squint his eyes in attempt to examine it further.
That's when it really hit Castiel that he was likely looking at that drawing. He clumsily stood and right before Dean was about to burst out with a giggle and a loud observation Castiel put his hand over the taller boys mouth. He seemed not to notice and still tried to speak past the barrier. He was poking his finger at the drawing and looking at Castiel with pleased eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, Dean, I get it, just shut up," Castiel spoke, the others couldn't hear him, there room was still loud with laughter and conversations.
"I'm going to move my hand now, you won't say anything about it, alright?" Castiel was surprised his sentences were this coherent, he felt like they were coming out slow and laboured.
Dean nodded, still smiling under Castiels hand. With some caution the smaller teenager removed his hand, Dean didn't say anything but he was still smiling bright and strong, Castiel couldn't help himself, he returned the expression with a gentler smile.
"Castiel? Is that a sketch book? Can I see it?" Sam asked from behind them, his words a bit slow and syrupy as well. It was almost funny how they were all at a summer camp, drunk, thanks to the son of the owner. How many rules were they breaking right now? It was exhilarating.
Quickly Castiel ripped out the picture that resembled Dean, folded it and shoved it in his pocket then handed the little black sketch book to Sam. He happily took it and the crowd began looking through all the pictures, openly expressing which pictures they liked more than others.
"Bathroom," Castiel told them all, raising his voice a bit. He didn't think they would exactly panic if they saw that he had left but he felt it was appropriate to let them know either way. With no response from the conversing group he walked out of the cabin. His steps were a bit shaky and he felt a familiar dizziness that came with being intoxicated. He didn't hate it; it had been a pretty long while since he had gotten drunk.
Walking around the back of the cabin he made his way towards the bathrooms that were located behind the boys cabins. It was dark now, probably midnight or later.
When he pushed the bathroom door in he winced at the bright florescent lights and rubbed his eyes. When he heard the door opening again behind him slowly turned around, he might have done it fast, but his body wasn't up for the challenge.
It was Dean, his face was solemn now, Castiel watched with a curious stare as Dean approached him and he didn't protest when the larger boy loosely placed his arms around the small of Castiels back and pulled him closer.
Castiel looked up at Dean calmly, raising his hands and placing them on Dean's shoulders. He wasn't sure what was urging him to do so but he didn't question it, it felt good, and warm and inviting.
Their groins pressed together softly and they simply looked at one another, Deans eyes seemed to dart around Castiels face and neck.
In impulse Castiel couldn't handle it anymore, he had to have Dean's lips on his, he placed his hands behind the Winchesters neck and pulled him down to his height, pressing their lips together hard and fast.
Dean smiled under the meeting of lips and kissed back with some force, their mouths parting causing tongues to graze past one another. Their breathing was laboured and Castiel was getting warm as Dean found his way to the bare skin of Castiels lower back, exploring the smooth plains with every finger.
His knees were feeling weaker and it seemed that Dean had realized it, with that Dean leaned down quickly and grabbed Castiels thighs, lifting him. The blue eyed teen welcomed this and wrapped his legs lazily around Dean while he in turn held his hands under Castiels thighs.
It was hot, it was so hot. Their heads tilting and their tongues progressively exploring further into each other's mouths, lip biting and hard breathing.
Dean broke off the contact for a moment to take a breath, looking at Castiel with a content expression on his features before he leaned in and began kissing the skin of Castiels neck.
"I'm drunk," Castiel said through a small gasp at the wonderful feeling of Dean kissing and sucking his neck.
"Me too," Dean replied in a huff against Castiels neck.
Their mouths met again in a passionate force. Castiel loved it, he wouldn't deny that he loved it, it felt amazing and he wanted more with every second that passed.
Dean clearly becoming a bit tired holding up Castiels weight turned and sat the dark haired boy on the longer counter between two sinks.
Castiel made a soft groan in the back of his throat when Dean pressed his groin in a circular motion between Castiels legs. He met the contact with a movement of his own hips, Dean mimicked the sound almost instantly.
By this point Castiel had his hands running through the back of Dean's short hair, marvelling in the softness of it.
Again Dean broke off their kiss, Castiel almost whined in reaction to it but saw that Dean was scrambling with clumsy fingers to unbutton Castiels jeans, when he finally did so he pressed a warm hand to the fabric of the plaid boxers.
Castiel bucked softly and leaned forward into Dean's shoulder. Somewhere in his mind he was rationalizing that they shouldn't be doing this, not in a bathroom at a camp, at least, but it felt so damn good he couldn't bring himself to take action on the thoughts.
Dean continued to rub and stroke over the flannel fabric of Castiels boxers, relishing in the small sounds that it caused Castiel to make.
It was then that they heard the echoing steps of someone approaching the bathroom. Without any thought they broke apart, Dean put his hand on Castiels waist and brought him to a standing up position once more.
Quickly Castiel buttoned his pants back up very aware of the new tightness in them, he turned on one of the taps and ran his hands under the water to make it seem as though he were washing his hands. Looking in the mirror above the sink he could see his lips were pinkened, he licked them in some attempt to dispel the colour.
Dean leaned himself against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest as the person walked in.
"Alistair," Dean greeted, some resentment in his tone.
So that was the name of the taller boy who participated in Crowley's jokes. He looked ruthless and unpleasant, a coldness in his rigid features.
"Hey boys," He spoke suspiciously but with a smile on his face. "What, might I ask, are you both doing in the men's washroom at such a late hour?" his words had a deadly edge to them.
"I didn't realize using the bathroom was something to raise suspicion," Dean defended, his words were still a little rough around the edges from the alcohol coursing through him.
Castiel stopped the water after he had finished washing his hands for the sake of not being found out and turned.
Alistair was silent and simply looked at the two of them for a moment.
"Whatever," He mumbled, unsatisfied then headed toward the urinals.
Once he had turned their back to the two of them they made a point of getting the hell out of there. Once they were out and had jogged half way back to Castiels cabin they stopped and took a moment to laugh, they were so incredibly close to getting caught. Castiels heart raced and he smiled wide and excited.
"That was so fucking lucky," Dean sighed through his chuckles and hard breathing.
Castiel agreed with a nod before he was being pressed up against the side of a cabin, Dean laying tender kisses at the corners of his mouth.
"Dean," Castiel whispered through the kisses, "You're really handsome," the words were clearly product of intoxication, but behind them was a more sincere confession. Castiel had indeed begun to fall for the boy named after a gun.
