Another day, another case.

It was hot as fuck out here and Sam could practically feel his balls sticking to his thigh. Sweat beaded on his forehead, rolling down his temple as he stood outside one of the cabins.

Bobby had told the boys that something strange had been going on at Camp Raylight. Robert, the owner, had called him up and told him that people had been going missing and one of the counselors there had went mental and said the kids were.. monsters?

At first, Dean and Sam had thought skinwalkers, but now it seemed like changelings to them.

Sam wiped his forehead with the coat of his grey, issued shirt that Robert gave him. ‘Camp Raylight’ was in bold letters, stretched across his chest as he wore the red shorts to go with them.

With Dean in the Squirrel cabin —arts and crafts— and Sam in the Moose cabin —music and instruments—, they both did their respective things while also being on the lookout for these little monsters.

Sam sighed when he had heard a little ruckus in the cabin and turned back to go inside. Recorders were being blown, and some were actually being played properly.

His partner for this cabin was you. You were quiet, not one for talking. Though, one stern look at the kids could make them act right.

You didn’t look.. normal to him. A paleness to your skin and a tiredness to your eyes made you more sluggish than you should’ve been. Somewhere is his dad notes mentioned bite marks on the neck or back, but he wasn’t sure how to check without being a creep.

“Hey—,uhh, you doin’ alright? You don’t look so hot,” Sam asked, his brows furrowing in concern and curiosity.

He felt a little fond of you for some reason. He wasn’t sure what it was, but it had aided the gaping hole he had in his heart from losing Jess.

“Need a water or something? I could get one in the cooler for you—,” he said, but was quickly cut off by the fact that his gaze had wondered to the window and saw the reflection of something ugly.

He felt his throat dry, his jaw clench as he straightened out his back to stand up at his full 6’4 stance.

It was the side profile of one of the children —Danica— as he learned how to play ‘Hot Cross Buns’ on the recorder. That means the real version of her was somewhere else. Probably in the woods, hidden.

Sam stuttered slightly, clearing his throat before looking back at you.

“I—I think a bug flew in my throat or something. Damn woods, am I right?” He awkwardly chuckled out, rubbing his throat slightly as if to play off what he had just saw.

Confirmation of changelings disguised as the children. The only question now was: how many there were there?

The way you had looked at him made him feel awkward, embarrassed even. There was a subtle flush in his cheeks as his dipped his head. You had given him a judgy look, as if you thought he was odd.

Besides that, he was still on high alert. Sammy had to be to protect you, Robert, and the rest of the kids.