Camp Singer- A Supernatural AU

Chapter Two- Road to the Outdoors

A/N: Hello there! I've been slacking on uploading this to the site, so I decided why not?! Also, this chapter contains hippies. Topless hippies. Be warned children. No sexual content, just descriptions of the scantily-clad women. Lol.

~Somewhere in Colorado~

Dean Winchester packed up lazily that Saturday night. He tossed in his guitar and amp in the trunk of his brand new 67 Chevrolet Impala, along with a few essentials; bug repellent, various canned goods, hiking boots, a bowie knife, and a small hammock. He took a deep breath and a swig of his whiskey from the flask Bobby had loaned him and started the car.

"Mhm. Baby, do your thing!"

He smiled as the car made a screech, for he had turned the wheels rather quickly to pull out of the parking space, and finally switched the radio on.

It wasn't too long of a drive. Dean took it slow and made a few stops on the way to fill up his gas tank and to get some lunch. While at a gas station just outside of Topeka, he got himself into a sticky situation...

"This is great. Hippies are all over my car.....MY CAR!"

Dean hurried over to the scene that was forming. A group of teenagers and young adults looked as if they were sticking flyers on the Impala.

"Lookie here, it's the owner of this neat machine."

A short girl with Lennon framed glasses and pink hair beamed brightly at a very tall woman, obviously wearing heels. Both the girls were topless and seemed comfortable hanging their breasts out there. Dean swallowed nervously and glared at them.

"I don't know who you are, but you better get the Hell off my car!!!"

"Oh, Mister, please don't be nervous, we are only promoting a cause here."

"My sister and I are on the road to California to a hippie movement. We saw your brand new ride and thought, 'this could use a little decoration'. You got time to sign something for us?"

"Is that a Make Pot Legal decal on my NEW CAR?!"

The short girl nodded slowly and lowered her glasses while the taller one jumped off the Impala's roof and landed in front of Dean, a little too close. She reeked of marijuana and body odor. Dean tried his best for his eyes to wander anywhere else but their breasts. He backed up, walking to the driver's side of the vehicle and sure enough the tall girl followed.

"What's your name, mister?"

"Um, uh, it's Dean Winchester."

She took out a pencil and wrote down his name on the sheet of paper since he was reluctant to sign it himself.

"You know, I would sign that myself, but you ladies don't really believe that the President is going to legalize marijuana, right?"

The girls stared at him with confused and cloudy eyes before muttering amongst themselves.

"Is he crazy? Many celebrities are involved in this movement. People are actually signing this petition!"

The short one sighed,

"Don't get stressed about it. I think too much of this heat has gone to your head. Let's go cool off in the bus instead."

They said their goodbyes and thanked Dean again, who was growing impatient of their parting. There was no luck peeling off the stickers from his car, so he jumped in and got back on the road.

"Hippies, what can I say?"

He chuckled and slammed on the gas.

Xx

~Finally at Camp Singer~

"Dean, it's nice to see you son!"

Bobby exclaimed as he stood up and went over to give his adoptive son a pat on the back. Dean smiled and set his bags and guitar case down in the office.

"You too, Bobby. So, where am I staying for the next month?"

Bobby jumped as the phone rang and signaled Dean to wait up a second. Dean took a seat across from Bobby's desk.

"Hello, Camp Singer, this is Robert. Yes, I have one position left, are you interested? That's great, how about I meet you Monday afternoon? Alright, gotcha. Thanks again, Castiel."

"Who's Castiel?"

Dean squinted his eyes in confusion. What kind of name was that, anyways?

"Oh, some young man who is an avid outdoorsman. He wanted to get in the last counselor spot for this summer. Apparently he is an author."

"Cool. I guess."

Jody walked into the office with a small boy trailing behind her. The boy had a scraped knee.

"Okay Michael, let's get the big band aids, just hope you won't be late for swimming. You'll do fine."

The boy looked up at Dean and tapped him on the arm.

"Sir, are you the new counselor everyone's talking about?"

Jody sent Dean a happy glance from behind the first aid counter. Dean smiled proudly as the kid sat down in a seat.

"Yes I am. What's your name, sport?"

"No. My name is Michael."

"Oh...hey Michael. Nice to meet you."

(^^JUST REAL QUICK I LOVE THAT PART I CRIED LAUGHING WHEN I THOUGHT OF A LITTLE KID SAYING THIS I THINK IT'S HILARIOUS ok I'm done now, continue)

Michael stuck out his leg as Jody wiped the dry blood with alcohol prep. He winced a little but soon turned to pick out a band aid and applied it himself. Dean stuck his hand out generously and Michael wiped his nose with the back of his hand and then shook Dean's hand.

"Michael! Remember what we said about that."

"Sorry Mr. Singer. If you have an issue, use a tissue?"

Bobby laughed loudly and rolled his eyes.

"I don't think I'm the one to apologize to..."

Michael got the hint and his eyes grew wide. He stood up and shyly focused on the ground.

"Sorry Mr. Winchester. I really am."

Dean crouched down to adjust the boy's hat forward, patting him on the shoulder.

"Please, Michael, call me Dean."

"Oh boy, really!?"

"Yep. I don't mind it. Plus it makes you feel like you have a big brother, am I right?"

Michael nodded and Jody motioned for him to say bye and told him quietly that he would see Dean very soon. He nodded up at Dean and skipped out the door. Bobby smirked and put on his reading glasses to look at the newspaper.

"Dean, I almost forgot! That's Michael; he's been coming here since he was in kindergarten. He is quite the talker."

"Hell yeah he is! And a snotter."

"Hey! Watch your language... Don't want those kids goin around saying those things in front of their parents."

Dean scratched the back of his neck nervously. Bobby told him to go to cabin C, where the male counselors slept. He slung his guitar over his back and grabbed his duffle bag.