Dean didn't waste time going to the tent. Fifteen minutes? What sort of nonsense was that? FIFTEEN MINUTES! He was wired. He couldn't even imagine the idea of sleeping, much less actually do it. He dove into the tent, narrowly missing Kevin as he did. Of course, he didn't make not of it until he glanced over to find Kevin's face mere inches from his own. "Nobody expects the Spanish Inquisition?"
He rolled over so that he wouldn't be quite so close before beaming at the other boy. "We've got a bloody mission!" He had to force himself not to squeal in excitement. A MISSION! "This is going to be fucking brilliant and I can't wait, but it's also going to drive me bloody nutters!"