The campers were all gathered in the mess hall, talking amongst themselves while they ate pieces of grilled meat that looked a bit like stake. Some of them were eating bloodied pieces and the juices ran down their chins while they laughed and tore vigorously at the food. Sam was standing off to the side, leaning against one of the room's walls with his arms crossed over his chest, the grin still plastered on his face.
A few minutes later Dean stepped in through the doors of the building. Upon spotting Sam, he then walked in the opposite direction. At the moment, he'd rather be surrounded by evil demonic children then suffer through another one of Sam's psychotic pep talks. He walked over to where one of the other counselors were serving food, arching a brow at the large steak-looking object on the plate. He was about to walk away when his stomach growled loudly. He stood there for a moment, hesitating before he turned back and grabbed a plate, avoiding eye contact with the woman who handed it to him. He sat down at one of the empty tables and poked at the meat with a plastic fork.
Sam looked over and smiled widely seeing Dean sitting at one of the tables. He stood from the wall and energetically strode over to the table, plopping down next to Dean and giving him a firm pat on the back. "Hiya, Dean! Isn't this great? What other place do you know of that serves this kind of thing for breakfast? It's another wonderful day here at Camp Sunshine." He sighed then tilted his head. "So, I saw you wandering around. Are you looking for something?"
Dean poked at the food a few times before finally taking a bite, chewing it slowly. "Uh, yeah," He said, his mouth full of the unknown meat. "I was trying to find that Nathan guy… just to see if he was alright, you know."
Sam looked down at the food with a strange expression then looked back up at Dean. "Well, you found him." He said with a slightly strained laugh.
"What?" He said, still chewing.
"We're having him for breakfast." Sam said, the smile remaining on his face as he stared at Dean.
Dean stopped chewing at stared at Sam before proceeding to spit out the food on the plate. "You are… eating… Nathan?"
Sam nodded very slowly. "Not me. I wasn't very hungry, but the kids. They love having counselors for breakfast… lunch… dinner…" His voice trailed off and he laughed again. "Betty feeds these kids very well. They're getting so big and strong."
Oshea stepped into the mess hall, wearing long pants and a tank top. Her hair hung down over her bare shoulders and the edges of her anti-possession tattoo were barely visible beneath the thin straps. Seeing Dean, she crossed over to him with Ella following. "Okay, Dean, we're ready. Did you find Nathan?" She said, taking a seat down beside of him.
Ella followed closely behind her. Dean nodded, pushing his plate away and standing from the table. "Sure did… he's… uh… right there," He nodded down at the plate.
Oshea looked down at the plate and stared a moment, her eyes going very wide. She jerked up from the table, staggering backwards and bringing a hand to her lips. "Oh god… I think I'm going to be sick…" She said weakly.
Ella frowned a little. "I don't think I've ever been this happy about getting away from food and going on a hike…" She said quietly.
It took only a few moments for the children to devour the last of their breakfast. Oshea was still looking a little pale as the group started away from the camp and through the woods. There were no sounds, no birds chirping, no rustling of animals in the grass and bushes. The trail led them up a tall, rocky mountain.
Ella walked beside Oshea, and Dean walked on the other side. "This is by far the creepiest case I have ever been on," Ella said loud enough for only Oshea and Dean to hear. "I don't think I'm ever going to eat meat again."
"Don't even mention the word," Oshea said with a little groan. Sam was walking beside them, although he was starting to look a little less cheerful than before; his smile was beginning to look more like a grimace. The children were hovering around them with grins. Some of them were licking their lips. Oshea shivered and moved closer to Dean. "Castiel needs to hurry before we become the second course."
Ella nodded. "I second that."