Looking out the dusty window of the old school bus as it continued to weave down a narrow dirt road bordered on either side by tall, thick ever green trees, Castiel let his eyes close and his head tilt back onto the worn leather of the two person seat. He knew that they were close to the camp by the sound of the other teenagers on the bus begin to get louder, voices picking up in excitement and relief that the four-hour-long ride was coming to a close.

His eyes remained closed, a desperate attempt to end the headache that throbbed heavy in his skull. He couldn't say he was exactly ecstatic about coming to the camp the whole summer as a counsellor in training but it was this or stay with his uncle Zachariah, and that was not something he was prepared to deal with, he had known that man was a pretentious ass hole since he was but three years old.

Castiel understood perfectly why he had to come here and he never argued or resented his father for making him do so. The teenager had no place in his father's business affairs abroad and he knew and respected that, it was just a bit of a let-down to know that he would have to stay here for two months because Michael had nowhere else to put him. Thinking back to the dinner table conversation they had about the summer, Castiel almost wished he had asked if he could simply stay home and take care of himself, he was more than capable of doing so but he knew better than to think his over-protective father would allow it. To Michael he was still that little chubby thing swaddled in blue fabric, being handed to him from a young nun in the old Christian orphanage. Nothing more than an infant, gurgling and squirming, in need of care and attention.

Sighing he shook the thought from his mind. The last thing he needed right now was to get depressed over the fact that he was still looked upon as a tiny child in his father's eyes. Rubbing his forehead with his fingers he took a deep breath and let it out, hoping this might expel the pain in his head, a failed effort.

"You alright?" a soft and concerned voice asked.

Castiel looked at the tiny blonde girl sitting to his right and painted a soft smile over his lips to reassure the sweet thing.

"Yeah, my head is just aching, no big deal." He replied, "Thank you for your concern."

"If you want some Advil I can give you some, headaches are a bitch," The fairy-like girl stated as she began to rummage through the bag on her lap for a bottle of pills.

"That would be wonderful, thank you." Castiel said curtly, very much grateful for this tiny fair haired saviour.

With gentle and dainty hands the girl pulled out a small bottle of Advil and handed it to Castiel.

"I'm Jessica, by the way." She told him, a smile moving over her pink lips.

"And I'm Castiel, It's really lovely to meet you, Jessica," He wondered if he sounded too formal for the girl, she did seem to make cute, confused little faces at his choice of words.

"You have a nice name." Jessica pointed out, a toothy grin appearing on her face.

Castiel simply smiled in return and took two pills, swallowing them easily without water. It was then that the bus came to an abrupt stop, the people on the vehicle lurching forward slightly.

Castiel took a moment to look out the window, on the side he could see from, he saw a simple field about the size of a two baseball diamonds which led into some woods, in the woods he could see little cabins and people scurrying about, shifting his head he did his best to look out the front windshield of the bus to see a path leading to another field with some picnic tables, then a little beach and a clear and sparkling lake. Looking to his right he saw nothing out the windows as there were too many people blocking the view, standing up and eager to escape the confines of the hot bus and stretch their legs.

They were of course here before any of the children would arrive, a day earlier in fact so they would be able to settle in before they had to look after the little ones.

Slowly everyone began to file off the bus, carrying with them small back packs, the rest of their baggage in the side storage compartments of the bus.

Castiel was the last to get off the bus, he stepped off and was greeted by harsh sunlight, this all would have been lovely had his head not been pounding relentlessly, hopefully the drugs would kick in soon.

About ten meters in front of him was a long cabin-like building with a balcony that stretched across the entire front of it. People seemed to start clustering over in that general direction so Castiel followed, feeling a bit exposed and uncomfortable. He felt small and vulnerable amoung the other young men, many of them were easily twice his size in muscle mass and a lot of them were taller.

Suddenly his wrist was being gripped harshly and he was thrust through the thickness of the crowd gathering around the balcony. He saw the hand before the person who is belonged too, tiny and pale, it was Jessica. When they stopped she simply smiled up at him and he returned the favour, however startled he was at how aggressive she really was despite that lovely and feminine face and small size.

It was then that Castiel perked up to a rather booming voice, powerful and confident. He lifted his gaze to the balcony where two young men stood. There was a shorter one with scruffy dark hair and caramel skin, his limbs were lanky, he was just coming into manhood and it was easy to see by his awkward stance and shy looking face. Standing in front of him was a taller boy, muscular in build with cropped, light brown hair, tanned skin and a pair of aviator sunglasses over his eyes, he wore a plain shirt and dark jeans. His face was chiselled and masculine, there was no denying he was handsome. The strong voice was coming from him, there was an air about him that reeked of cocky and narcissistic but at the same time was inviting and uplifting.

"Welcome to Camp Winchester, folks!" The young man said, a wild grin moving over his face. "I'm Dean Winchester and this is my little brother Sam, my dad owns the place, he's busy with some preparations right now so I will be giving you the four-one-one on what's going to be happening to you all today." Dean stated, his voice loud and projecting.

Castiel shoved his hands in his pockets, taking a glance at Sam now that he knew the kids name then, continued to listen quietly. Looking at Dean's shirt he saw that it read 'C.I.T. Camp Winchester' and assumed they would all receive one just the same.

"You're all going to be taken to your cabin's, that's where you're sleeping, big surprise, right?" Dean went on. "Drop your bags there then come back here for a safety brief and some information on what all will be happening in the next two months." Dean stopped and took a moment to stare down the crowd in front of him.

Castiel looked over at some of the girls who seemed to be swooning over the light haired man. He thought nothing of it.

"Right now, though, we're going to make sure you're all here and hand out the shirts and bandanas. If you don't feel like wearing your shirt then you damn well better wear the bandana, no exceptions, people." He exclaimed a playful but stern edge to his husky voice.

Dean began going through all the names on the list, with each name he called they walked up the few steps to the balcony and got a shirt and bandana from Sam. Many of the boys of the group pulling their shirts off right away to expose their bare flesh then putting on the C.I.T. shirts. It wasn't hard to tell that the showing off had already begun. Castiel rolled his eyes at the gestures, however the girls seemed not to mind at all, even Jessica looked on with desire in her eyes.

"Castiel Novak?" Dean called out from the clip board.

Finally his name had been called, he moved swiftly to the balcony taking the shirt and bandana from Sam and thanking him quietly, when he walked down the steps he met Deans gaze for a short moment, if he didn't know better he would say that Dean looked confused, his brow wrinkled.

He brushed it off and walked back into the group, standing next to Jessica who had wrapped the bandana around her forehead. Castiel thought her amusing, the look didn't suit her fairy-like appearance at all, but he commended her for trying it out.

"Looks nice." He said softly to her.

She chuckled sweetly, "Thanks."

Once all the names had been called and everyone was now in possession of a clean white shirt and blue bandana they were sent off with some Counsellors to be placed into their cabins so they could drop off their bags which were currently laying in the dirt next to the bus.

Castiel watched as Jessica was taken into a group of other fair haired young ladies, he likely wouldn't interact with her much after this point, it made much better sense that she socialize with other girls. Sinking his hands deeper into the pockets of his dark green camo shorts he watched his black converse sneakers hit the dry dirt as he walked towards his bags.

Before he reached his bag he suddenly felt as though he was surrounded. He stopped and looked up, Dean and some other young men were standing in front of Castiel with grins on their lips. He felt dwarfed. Castiel was not small, but it seemed that the boys coming here were just large.

He looked at them in confusion, his lips pressing into a hard line, though he decided to say nothing.

"Cast-eel, right?" Dean asked, a mocking tone in his voice.

"Cas-tee-el" the smaller teenager corrected. He had always resented people who pronounced his name wrong, was it really that difficult to say correctly?

"My bad, Cas-tee-el," He continued to mock him. But why? What had he done to make him want to corner him like this?

The other boys said nothing but they laughed at Deans teasing of the smaller boy.

It was then that Castiel saw Deans hand reaching towards him. He wanted to run and escape whatever might come next. His eyes followed Dean's reach only to see him lift the pendant that rested on his chest, a tiny wing plated in gold.

"This is pretty girly don't you think, there, Castiel?" Dean questioned, tugging at the necklace, the other young men laughing and agreeing almost on cue.

Castiel saw no point in explaining that his sister had given it to him three years earlier before she left to travel with her boyfriend. It would only make the situation last longer and possibly open a new door for ridicule. He was not one for conflict and would much rather avoid it then dive head first into it.

He said nothing and looking down. Castiel might have taken a harsh step back to release the necklace, but he knew it might risk breaking the leather thread that held it around his neck. He scowled at the ground, his hands bunching up into fists into his pockets.

Dean leaned down, moving his face closer to Castiels.

"If I didn't know any better, boys, I'd think we have a fruit on our hands." Dean said looking back at the other young men with the same cocky grin plastered on his face. Castiel could feel anger bubbling up deep in his stomach. He could very well throw a punch, back up and run, or start blurting off curse words, but he wasn't going to, he only prayed that they would release him without doing him any harm.

Dean stood straight again, letting go of the tiny pendant and pulling an arm over Castiel shoulders to smile down at him. Placing two fingers on the edge of his sunglasses he pulled them up to rest atop his head. His smile faded and he leaned into Castiels ear. Castiel tried to pull away from the hot breath on his neck but Dean had him gripped there tightly, locked in place.

"I don't like gay boys at my camp, you hear?" Dean spoke into his ear, a deadly sharp edge to his words, he wasn't kidding. Dean then let the smile return his face, cynical and filled with hate, then with a hard thrust of his arm he pushed Castiel towards the bags, and just Castiels luck, he lost his balance and fell into the dirt, scraping his palms and his knees on the gravel.

He didn't look back at the now openly laughing boys. With any dignity he had left he stood up and brushed himself off, ignoring the stinging feeling of the dirt on his bloody knees. "I am so fucked." He mumbled under his breath before walking to the bus to grab his bags make his way to his cabin.