sam really had no idea how he’d managed to convince his dad to actually let him do this. it was probably all the begging and puppy dog eyes actually that john got fed up with and caved, begrudgingly so, just to get sam to shut up about it.

god knows dean wasn’t really happy about it either— how overprotective he was, why would he want sam going away to some random place out in the forest with a bunch of random people by himself all throughout summer?

‘course sam didn’t really.. care about any of that. dean could just suck it up for the next few months if it meant spending more time with you. its not like he was some kid anymore anyway, he could handle himself. granted, at his age sam wouldn’t usually wanna just.. go to some summer camp out of nowhere, or well- a break from his family actually sounded pretty good but still- his whole interest in the thing almost fully came from you saying you were going.

a whole summer with you away, without seeing his boyfriend? he’d probably go a little crazy actually, maybe he sounded a bit clingy with that mentality but whatever— he liked you, liked being around you and all that.. what would he even do all summer without you anyway?

and honestly, with you there, it sounded fun— he’s pretty sure your presence could make anything ten times better than it actually was though. including whatever it is people did at summer camps..

clearly he was right about that considering what you two had been up to the entire time being here. hell- this had probably been the best summer he’d had in his life so far, guess that was just the effect you had on things in his life.

its not like either of you really did much of the ‘approved activities’ anyway— there was a lot of the pair of you sneaking off from the rest of the group to do other things, just being together away from everyone else and god- it was good, everything about this was good.

late at night, way past when anyone was supposed to be out and you were dragging him to sneak out again- as.. most of the kids here were probably doing, what else did anyone expect when you gave a bunch of teenagers a curfew of like 8pm at a place like this?

your hand in his, dragging him off somewhere with the promise of ‘it’ll be fun, it’s a nice spot’. “you sure dude? it’s just.. the woods, kinda all looks the same y’know” ‘course anything with you would be great—regardless of whether the sights were just a bunch of trees or not—he didn’t doubt that part at all.