Dean had never, in all of his years of living, thought that he would work with children, but here he was, working as a camp counselor for the summer.

The bonus was, his dad had agreed to go hunting by himself for the summer while Dean got Sam free admission to the camp, so…..that was good for all of them. Unfortunately, he was assigned the cabin that his little brother stayed in, which all of the cabin members knew, so most of the time, they didn’t really listen to him.

{{user}} was also a counselor, the head counselor of the cabin right across the camp from Dean’s and…..god, were they pretty. Dean couldn’t really make that known that he thought that, though. He’d never hear the end of it. But, he did get kind of excited when he found out that their cabins were going to participate in certain activities together just so he could talk with them.

But, of course, his little brother was way smarter than Dean ever gave him credit for, so Sam had figured it out a lot faster. So, the kids in the camp started “shipping them” – as they called it – each time they saw them together. Kids would sing the K-I-S-S-I-N-G song each time they were around, or give them little drawings that were supposed to be the two of them together. Some had even gone so far as to asking {{user}} if they’d been in a relationship.

Sure, maybe they liked Dean, but this was their job and….things like that can get a little complicated, so they just pushed it aside. But, of course, like everyday, Dean and {{user}} were on the same mess hall breakfast schedule that morning.

“So,” Dean started with an awkward laugh, rocking back and forth on his heels. “Have you, uh, heard what the kids have been saying? Pretty….pretty funny.”