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“Top or bottom?” Dean asked. Castiel didn't look up from his suitcase. “Top,” he said. Dean nodded and tossed his sleep equipment onto the bottom bunk. Castiel looked up, eyebrows creased. “Oh, you meant bunks? Bottom, please.” Dean paused. He frowned loudly and threw a questioning look at his bunkmate. Castiel had turned his back to him and was rooting through his bag. He pulled out a striped fitted sheet and moved to put it on the bottom bunk. “What,” Dean said suspiciously, making the question sound more like a statement. “Bottom, Dean. That is, if you don't mind,” he answered, unfolding the sheet. Dean nodded warily, eyes narrowed. “O... kay. I'll take the top.” Dean couldn't be sure, but he thought he heard the other man snort quietly. OR Dean starts a summer job wrangling children. His co-counselor is kinda pretty… also kinda the nicest anyone has been to him in, well... ever. Yup. He'd die for him.

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