for have-you-seen-my-wings who asked for dean and cas meeting at a military-ish summer camp, falling in love and having to sneak around because one has a higher rank
(i’m still taking prompts just fyi)
"My arms are killing me," Dean groaned as he sat down in the grass.
It had rained earlier and the grass was still slightly wet, which made Dean relieved that it was so dark outside. No light except the moon and the stars and the fireflies, and the distant glow of the camp fire.
"Is Michael still making you do the extra push-ups?" Cas asked. Dean couldn’t quite see his expression - lack of light and all that - but he sounded sympathetic.
"You could call him off, you know," Dean grumbled.
"You know I can’t do that," Cas said quietly.
Dean sighed. “Yeah.”
He did know. Stupid military camp and its stupid rank system. Stupid Michael and his stupid vendetta against Dean for the unforgivable crime of having a sense of humor. Dean would say it was the power going to his head, except Cas held the same rank as he did and he was fine. So Michael was just a dick, most likely.