Doublemint Twins- Part One
Title: Doublemint Twins
Author: Marie de Sade
Artist(s): EVIAN FOR
Rating NC-17
Word count: 15K
Characters/pairings: Jimmy/Dean, Castiel/Sam, Jimmy/Sam, Castiel/Dean
Summary: At summer camp Jimmy meets a boy named Castiel, who might as well be his twin. To top it off they soon realize their both dating the Winchester brothers who haven't so much as spoken to each other since their parents divorce. They work out a plan to switch places for the rest of the summer and try to reunite the brothers.
Warnings: underage(HS AU),possible dub-con? first time, mentions of cheating and alcoholism.
To be honest, Jimmy hated camp.
It was nice seeing friends and he liked the sports they do there but its two weeks he had to spend away from Sam and get devoured by mosquitos. But his parents spend a lot of money to send him every year, it’s the camp they went to as kid and the camp they sent his sister too. And really with the way that Anna had been acting up lately he could use a sometime away from his family.
Sam offered to drive him this year, at least that gives him a couple hours to spend with him instead of listening to his dad go on and on about grades and clubs he should join next school year.
“No skinny dipping right?” Sam joked as they pulled onto the highway and Jimmy scowled at the thought.
“Doubtful.”
“Well, I’m not sure what I’ll do without you,” Sam hummed “join a gang maybe?”
“You’re not going to be making these bad jokes for the whole three hours are you?” Jimmy asked and Sam laughed. They talked for nearly the entire trip, making plans for when Jimmy returned, discussing the classes they had in the fall and trying to guess if they would have any of them together. The time seemed to fly away and they reached the camp in what felt like minutes instead of hours. Sam’s Prius pulls up on the rough gravel and parked by the main cabin, Jimmy stretched as soon as he got out, body stiff from the long ride. He reached back into the car and pulled out his bag, slinging it over his shoulder and sighed. “Maybe we can just hide out in a motel for the next two weeks instead.”
Sam laughed as he got out of the car. “Wouldn’t that be nice?”
Sam gathered Jimmy up in his arms and kissed his forehead. Jimmy let himself just be held, leaned into Sam’s arm and inhaled the scent of his faint cologne. When one of the camp counselor walked by and coughed, the two pulled apart awkwardly. “I guess I’ll you in two weeks.”
Jimmy watched Sam drive away and silently counted, fourteen days to go.
***
“I can’t believe you got roped into going to this place,” Dean said buckling his belt back up.
Castiel shrugged and smoothed down his hair. “An unfortunate by-product of convincing my uncle to help pay for college. He says I need to socialize more.”
Dean chuckled and pulled Castiel into one last kiss. “Like you’re not already enough of a nerdy.”
“I will try to not take offense to that.” Castiel opened the door and stepped out, he leaned against the car while Dean went to the trunk to get Castiel’s luggage.
“What the hell did you pack?” Dean asked, arms straining to hold up the heavy bag. “It feels like there’s a ton of bricks in here.”
“Don’t hurt yourself.” Castiel turned toward the head office. Dean lugged behind Castiel and then they made their way over to Cabin 12 where Castiel would be spending the next two weeks. Castiel found the accommodations to be less than impressive, tiny and dirty, but still a step up from his mother’s place. “Just put my bags on the bottom bunk.”
“Bottom?” Dean asked. “You always go for the top bunk.”
“The bottom is fine,” he said sitting down on the worn bed. “You can have top bunk when you’re forced to go into some backwater camp.”
“Hey, I don’t need money for college,” Dean laughed.
“You didn’t even finish high school, Dean.” Castiel made room for Dean to put his bag down and when he did, bed springs squeaking in resistance, Castiel unzipped the bag and pulled out a sweater that he put on.
“Well, if you manage to stay alive the next two weeks, I’ll come pick you up.”
Castiel reached into his bag again and took out an old bag. “I’m sure I’ll manage.”
“I have to head back, I work tonight,” Dean explained. “You’ve got everything?”
“I believe so.”
“Okay, try not to make any trouble,” Dean smiled and grabbed his car keys. “You know how vicious kids at camp can be.”
Castiel rolled his eyes and waved Dean off, he stuck his nose into his book and crossed his leg underneath himself. He knew he was supposed to go out and mingle with the other campers but was planning on leaving the camp as little as possible, he had a lot of reading to catch up on. “Well if it isn’t little Jimmy.”
“Excuse me?” Castiel looked up from his book at the boy that stood in the doorway. The taller boy snickered at him, walked over and tossed his bags on the top bunk. The bed creaked and Castiel was worried the poorly made structure may just collapse from the extra way but snapped out of his thoughts when the boy stepped closer.
“You still letting your mom pick out your clothes?” The boy sneered and then barked out a laugh at his own joke.
“My mother hasn’t bothered buying clothes for me since the first day of kindergarten,” Castiel told him, setting his book down. “It would take away from her wine money.”
“Don’t get smart with me.” The boy jammed his finger into Castiel chest. “Don’t forget what happened last time you stepped out of line.”
“I think you may have me confused with someone else.” Castiel stood up, eyes narrowed in distance. “I wouldn’t recommend doing that again.”
“Doing what?” He mocked and stabbed his finger into Castiel again. “This?”
The boy started to laugh again but barely managed a squawk before Castiel fist collided into his jaw. The boy fell back on the ground, a tiny trail of blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth, something that would have been nothing to Castiel but made the other boy burst into tears and run out of the cabin.
Castiel spent the rest of the night in the councilor’s office.
***
The first few hours of Jimmy’s camp where agonizingly boring. They had opened the pool up but Jimmy was never much of a swimmer so he stayed in his cabin, putting his clothes away and then spent the rest of the time texting friends. Around dinner the grumbling noise his stomach kept making convinced him to leave the safety of his cabin. Mostly the kids at camp were tolerable if not friendly, there were even a few kids he was hoping were coming back this year. Unfortunately there were also a couple kids he was hoping to avoid entirely the next two weeks, some who were just rude and other who resorted to actual bullying to boost their horribly low self-esteem.
Jimmy grabbed a tray, put a plate of spaghetti and reached a bowl of jello but someone slapped his hand away. “Oh, no way, I told you to not move off that chair.”
“What?”
“You’re lucky I don’t send you home,” the councilor wrapped his hand in the back Jimmy’s shirt and pulled him towards the drawer.
“One more stunt and we’ll send you packing.”
“I didn’t do anything!”
“I let it go last time because Mark’s a dick but you can’t just be screwing around for the rest of camp.”
“What are you talking about?” Jimmy asked but the councilor didn’t replied just shoved him inside the office and slammed the door shut
before he could asked again. “Thanks for nothing!”
“Uh.”
Jimmy turned around to the voice that had sounded off behind him.
“You’re…”
“What…” Jimmy trailed off. He definitively should have ditched camp for the motel.
***
When the camp counselor came back and found the two of them sitting next to each other, he was a little confused to say the least. Of course Castiel denied hitting the boy, now that he knew he could get away with it and the counselor couldn’t just send them both home because one misbehaved. Instead he came up with the bright idea of making them both wash the dinner dishes for the rest of camp which Jimmy of course protested to but had no real way of clearing his name.
An hour later when they were standing side by side in front of the kitchen sink scrubbing dishes Jimmy couldn’t help but state the obvious. "I'm not going to lie this is pretty weird.”
"Agreed." Jimmy stuck his hand out and brushed his fingers against Castiel’s cheek till the other boy slapped him away. "Stop that."
“Sorry it’s just…” Jimmy dropped a new stack of dishes into the sink and sighed. “You know my boyfriend Sam said that maybe this would be the one year something interesting happened here.”
“Interesting is one way of putting it,” Castiel snorted. “My boyfriend was convinced that after lights out, summer camp becomes an adult film. Winchesters.”
"Winchester?" Jimmy echoed. "My boyfriend’s last name is Winchester."
Castiel’s hands stilled on the plate he was cleaning and he cocked his head tithe side. "Sammy Winchester."
"He hates when people call him that..." Jimmy trailed off and dropped the sponge in the sink. “Are our boyfriends related?”
“You don’t know about Dean?” Castiel asked surprised. “I know they aren’t exactly…close, but I would have thought he would have mentioned his brother.”
“Sam doesn’t really talk about his family much.” Jimmy dried his hands and turned to Castiel. “I got the impression that his parents’ separation was kind of messy.”
“Having met John I believe that.” Castiel grabbed Jimmy’s hand and led him out of the kitchen. “Let me tell you everything.”
Castiel brought Jimmy to his cabin and did just that. Explained about the father Sam never talked about, the old car, things that Sam sometimes mentioned without realizing and then quickly changed the subject. Even though Castiel himself didn’t know much, Dean wasn’t any more in touch with feelings than Sam was, his knowledge was mostly based of found mementos and drunken ramblings. Still it was more than Jimmy ever would have been able to find out on his own.
The just of the story, parents that spilt up and the children felt the need to pick sides, Sam went with his mom and Dean saw it as a personal betrayal. That was almost five years ago and while Sam was thriving away from his father and his drinking while Dean lived in a sparsely furnished basement and had to drop out and get a job to replace all the money John spent on booze.
“We manage though,” Castiel told him. “John never comes downstairs.”
“You two live together?”
“Yes,” Castiel said in a way that warned Jimmy not to press the issue.
“So this is all…” Jimmy tried to think of the right words. “Very coincidental.”
“Hm,” Castiel hummed. “It would appear so.”
They sat there in an awkward silence, both trying to wrap their heads around everything that had happened in the past hour. Eventually Castiel spoke up, “is Sam happy?”
“Sam? Yeah I guess, we’re happy together at least.”
“I don’t think Dean is.” Castiel brushed some invisible dirt off his sweater, acting like he didn’t care even though Jimmy could see his sour expression. “He acts like he is but he isn’t.”
Jimmy wasn’t sure what to say to that, “You know Sam um, he tries not to spend a lot of time at home. It’s not that he doesn’t like his mom, I think he just finds the place…empty.”
Castiel opened his mouth to say something but ended up coughing nervously instead. Castiel drummed his fingers against his knee and tried to build up the courage to say his next thought. “But what if we could change that?” Castiel asked, twisting over to look at Jimmy.
“Change it? How could we change it? They haven’t spoken in years.”
“Nostalgia,” is all Castiel said and at Jimmy’s blank expression, he rolled his eyes and explained further. “I’m assuming Sam is just as stubborn as Dean is.”
“Well, he has his moments…”
“If you and I returned home and just told them to speak to each other again, it would never happen. However, if we make them want to see each other and make them think it is their idea…”
Castiel trailed off and let Jimmy’s mind work out the rest. Knowing Sam the plan would probably work, at least he knew that simply telling Sam he should see Dean again would be a horrible plan, convincing him he wanted to see Dean was the only solution Jimmy could see working. There was only one problem Jimmy could think of. “But I don’t know anything about Dean.”
Castiel leaned back against the wall and bit his lip in thought, he didn’t know Sam very well himself. “How often do you see your parents?”
“I live with them,” Jimmy answered confused.
“That isn’t what I asked.”
“Well they work a lot, go to parties.” Jimmy counts out on his fingers the amount of time he spent with his parents the week before camp.
“A few hours a week I suppose.”
“And friends?”
“We go out during the school year but a lot of them are gone over the summer.”
“So there really isn’t anyone there to over analyze the situation.”
“What situation?” Jimmy asked.
“Us,” Castiel waved his hand between them, “switching places.”
“Whoa, what?” Jimmy stood up and Castiel frowned at his sudden boldness. “When did we decide this?”
“I don’t hear you coming up with anything better,” Castiel said dryly.
“How would we even pull that off?” Jimmy asked incredulously. “They’d know.”
“Why? No matter how differently we act, we look exactly alike. At the most they’ll think there is something off about us but we can just brush it off and say we’re sick or had a bad day.”
“That- that’s insane,” Jimmy stuttered.
“Like I said, it’s not like we have a better idea.”
Jimmy sat down again and ran a nervous hand through his hair. Castiel may have been right that they didn’t have a better plan but that didn’t mean the current plan was good either. “Okay, if I did agree to this, and I’m not saying I will, how would it go?”
Castiel smiled, well the slight smirk that seemed to pass for a smile from the often serious boy, and leaned forward. Some of his points were obvious, switch clothes, avoid being around too many people. Others were complex, like Castiel had been planning this for months instead of hours. Castiel made it sound so easy, pretend to be each other for a few weeks and drop subtle hints about their brothers. He even had a backup plan, if the brothers still didn’t get it by the end of the summer they could plan a visit to someplace where the brothers would just ‘happen’ to run into each other.
“Are we really doing this then?” Jimmy asked. The sun had long set, Castiel’s cell phone was the only light source in the room and Jimmy wasn’t sure where all the time had gone. “Do you really think it will work?”
“If it works, Sam gets his brother back and Dean can have a real parent that he doesn’t have to run himself ragged to support. If it doesn’t work and we’re careful, they never have to know what we did.”
“That sounds a little underhandedly.”
Castiel shrugged and flipped his phone off. He rose from the bed, kicked off his shoes and climbed up to the top bunk. “The ends justify the means, as they say.”