-Day One-
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"Up and at em', boys!" Jim called down the hallway. "Breakfast is in half an hour!"
Dean groaned, shoving the covers off his legs. "Jesus Christ! It's cold up here!"
His bunkmates – Scott and Travis – frowned.
"Well it's obvious someone here isn't fond of following the rules and regulations of this church." Scott muttered.
"Besides the inappropriate use of the Savior's name. He does have a point. It is quite chilly. Much colder than last year." Travis mused.
"Yeah whatever." Dean shrugged. "Where are the bathrooms?"
"Down the hall, last door on the right." Travis answered.
"Thanks." Dean replied, pulling some jeans and a T-shirt out of his duffel bag.
"No problem." Travis smiled as Dean left the room.
"I'll go ask about the heater in the mean time." Scott said.
"That'd be nice." Travis nodded, turning to his own suitcase.
Dean pushed open the door to the bathroom and scowled at all the noise the boys were making. He picked up a towel off the pile and walked down the line of showers until he saw an open one. He set the towel and his clothes on the rack by the door and stepped into the shower. He pushed off his boxers and placed them by his clean clothes before reaching and turning the water on.
"Anyone know what's on the menu for breakfast?" One boy asked from the shower next to Dean.
"Monday breakfast is always pancakes and if you're allergic to gluten, they can prepare eggs." Came the answer.
"Thanks, Castiel!" The boy replied.
"Always?" Dean scoffed. "Do you come here every year or something?"
"This is my sixth time in attendance." Cas stated.
"And you come here on your own?" Dean asked.
"Am I forced to come? No. I like to." Cas responded. "Unsurprisingly, most people enjoy coming here."
"Unsurprising to some." Dean muttered. "Not to me..."
Dean finished rinsing the soap off his body and turned off the water. He opened the shower door and grabbed the towel and began drying himself off. He reached for his clothes and began stepping into them. Once his pants were on – and a little damp at the bottoms – Dean opened the shower door and picked up his shirt, pulling it over his head. He picked up the towel and walked over to the row of sinks and dried his hair in the mirror.
Cas glanced over at Dean as he brushed his teeth. He noticed Dean awkwardly shuffling his legs and looked down, seeing the wetness at the bottom of Dean's jeans.
Cas pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth for a moment. "You do know that literally right there, there are private dressing rooms, right?"
"Huh?" Dean scoffed.
Cas nodded downwards before pointing to a doorway that led to another room across the hall. "Right there. And no more wet pants."
"Well sor-ry. I'm new here if you haven't notice." Dean rolled his eyes.
"So is Cody and he knew the dressing stalls were right there. Right under the sign that says 'Dressing Area'." Cas stated.
"You think you're cute don't you?" Dean sighed.
"A little..." Cas muttered. "I mean I'm not the most attractive person alive, but I'm not hideous I kn-"
Dean threw his towel in the wastebasket and walked out of the room, leaving Cas mid-sentence.
Cas sighed, shaking his head as he carried on brushing his teeth.
Dean set his plate down on the table in the cafeteria-like building. It was unoccupied except by a group of girls sitting at the end. After a moment, Jacob came over and put his hand on Dean's shoulder.
Dean jumped, but then relaxed and looked up at him. "Can I help you?"
"Uh last night you dropped your phone." Jacob smiled, digging through his pocket and pulling out an iPhone and setting it on the table next to Dean's plate. "Nice ringtone by the way. It was some dude named Alistair."
"When did he call in?" Dean asked.
"Around two AM or so. Nice midnight wake though." Jacob laughed.
"Sorry. I'll make sure to put it on silent before I lose it again." Dean snorted.
"You're just lucky you're around all these goody two shoes up here. Most people wouldn't think twice about keeping it." Jacob smirked. "But these idiots up here are all nice."
"I take it you're not part of these 'goody two shoes' then?" Dean chuckled.
"No." Jacob whistled.
"Then so you're not nice?" Dean teased.
"You can be nice without having a bible shoved up your ass you know." Jacob replied. "This seat taken?"
"It's all yours." Dean smiled.
"Sweet." Jacob grinned grabbing his plate off the table behind him and setting it next to Dean. "So what'd you do?"
"What'd I do?"
"Yeah. What'd you do to make your folks ship you up to this dump?" Jacob asked. "Obviously you don't want to be here."
"My friend gave me some cigarettes and my parents found 'em in my backpack." Dean answered.
"Whoa. That is some deep shit, man." Jacob hissed.
"Tell me about it. You?" Dean responded.
"I chose." Jacob stated.
"Oh." Dean breathed.
"Kind of. It was either this or go on that god awful family road trip we take every summer." Jacob groaned.
"I'd much rather be traveling. I was supposed to hook up a bunch this summer. The girls here aren't even hot." Dean retorted.
"What about that one? The red head?" Jacob whispered, pointing to a girl laughing with some friends in a group at a table.
"Well she's not hideous." Dean shrugged.
"Trust me when I say she's into you though." Jacob said.
"What makes you say that?" Dean asked.
"Don't tell me you didn't see the way she was checking you out last night and then earlier when you walked in?" Jacob scoffed.
"Uh...no?" Dean replied.
"Trust me. She likes what she sees. I think her name's Annie or Amber or something like that." Jacob laughed.
"I guess I'll have to take your word on that." Dean smiled.
"You'll want to. Hitting home run up here with one of the girls up here...you don't get any higher up the food chain of respect than that." Jacob growled.
"There's a food chain of respect?" Dean raised an eyebrow.
"Of course there is!" Jacob exclaimed, starting to cut into his pancakes. "You really are not involved with the dating game much are you?"
"Haven't found the right person." Dean mused.
"Who cares about the right person. Dating is all about loving and leaving at this age. Save all the soul mates hum drum for when you're working minimum wage at a fast food restaurant and living in your parents' basement." Jacob snorted.
"How do you know I won't be rolling in money and not flipping hamburgers?" Dean chuckled.
"Well you're no Bill Gates. That's for sure." Jacob shrugged, hovering his fork in front of his mouth. "But I'm pretty sure if you tried, you could be quite the Hugh Hefner. I mean girls must be drooling over you. You got the whole bad boy vibe going on you know? You're tall and muscular, got those pretty boy eyes that girls love..."
"Dude. These pancakes." Dean groaned. "Are amazing!"
"Annoying as they are, the chefs here sure do make a good meal I've heard." Jacob said.
"Well I hope you've heard right." Dean smirked.
"So where do you go to school?" Jacob asked.
"Northern High. It's downtown." Dean stated.
"Oh. I know that place. That's where my sister went to school. Is that teacher...what's her name...the cat lady? Is she still there?" Jacob smiled.
"Mrs. Merriweather? Yes. I have her for US history." Dean answered. "She's up to 8 cats now."
"Damn. That's a lot. Last time I saw her, she only had 5." Jacob sighed. "Is the Principal still Mr. Bryans?"
"No actually. We have a new guy. When I was a Freshman, he left mid year. Family issues or something stupid like that." Dean rolled his eyes. "What about you?"
"My family's fine thank you." Jacob laughed.
"I meant where do you go to school?" Dean asked.
"Oh." Jacob laughed. "Stupid me. I go to Oak Parkway over by 44th street."
"I've been there like once when our school played against yours last year." Dean mused. "It's a long ways away from where I live though."
"Probably. There isn't too much out there." Jacob said. "But lucky for me, they got tons of tattoo and piercing parlors out there."
"I have to wait until I'm 18 before I can get a tattoo or piercing. There's no way my parents would let me." Dean moaned.
"Who says they have to. I know this place about 5 miles from your school and they don't ask questions. It's clean, good quality, and sick designs if you go for tattoos. Piercing wise, they're also great. I get all my stuff done there. This here was my first tat." Jacob pulled the collar of his shirt to the side, revealing a human heart entangled in barbed wire.
"Dark." Dean muttered.
"I suppose. It represents how pain can cloud and hide the core of who we are." Jacob explained.
"I say again. Dark." Dean chuckled.
"All my stuff has meaning. I have a few others. One's on my upper back and the others on the side of my hip." Jacob smiled.
"And your parents don't care?" Dean asked.
"Oh they get pissed everytime, but I don't really care. It's my body not theirs. If I screw something up, it's my fault." He shrugged.
"I've been wanting to get a tattoo for a while now." Dean mused.
"You know what of?" Jacob replied.
"No, but I'll figure it out sooner or later." Dean laughed.
"Well when you do, the place is right behind that McDonalds over on 83rd and Park View Boulevard. It's called 'Slim's Tattoos and Piercings'." Jacob stated.
"Like Slim Shady?" Dean smirked.
"No. Just Slim, but that part of town is pretty shady..." Jacob trailed off. "Anyways. Check it out whether you decide to get some ink or not."
"If you say so." Dean laughed. "Still have another few months before I can leave though."
"Yeah. Longest three and a half months of my life." Jacob groaned.
"Ugh. Right? I have no clue how to survive this." Dean snorted.
"Just turn it into a game for yourself somehow. See how many times you can avoid getting in trouble or how many girls' hearts you can break or something. It makes it a lot more fun. I've been to these types of things before." Jacob smiled.
"That's a good idea. I think I'll give that a try. Maybe it'll end up getting me kicked out." Dean mused.
"Maybe." Jacob sang. "You never know."
"Things are about to get much more fun..." Dean grinned slyly.
A/N: Oh my God. I went to hot topic today and I was going to get some supernatural shirt, but I grabbed the XXL and I couldn't even get it past my boobs. Fuck you, genetics. But I ended up getting 2 cardboard cut outs. One of Cas and one of Dean. I put them right at the foot of my bed and angled so they're always looking at me and now I feel constantly judged by them. But I can't tell you how many times I have checked out pieces of card board. Just who knew cardboard could be so sexy. They keep scaring me though. I'll look up and then 'HOLY FUCK PEOPLE!". When I go on vacation, I'm going to turn them around so they're looking out my window and terrifying my neighbors. Burgulars will know not to fuck with us again after they see that we're protected by a badass angel of the lord and Dean Winchester. Anyways. I literally have nothing to say relating to this fic. Just random squeals about my Dean and Cas. :P