Castiel Novak lay back on the bed, breathing heavily.

"Why can't I top?" He panted looking up at his boyfriend, Dean Winchester.

"You topped last time." Dean was less out of breath. He had been waiting the longest.

"You should have gotten here faster." he said, smirking as he looked Castiel up and down. He shivered.

"Now. What should i do with you?"

"I don't know, but shut the damn window, its cold."

"Did you run up here?"

"Yeah, I wanted the top bunk."

"Too late, sucker."

"Shut up, assbutt."

Ha ha ha, you thought you would get gay camp smut. Wrong.

You obviously never went on a Guide/Scout trip.

I've seen girls have catfights for them bunks.

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