"Move your fat-ass head," Sam shouted to Dean who was riffling through the back of the truck. Dean spared a small smirk before shouting back "Keep your panties on Samantha."

He slammed the trunk and signaled a thumbs-up for his brother to back out of the driveway. Castiel stood on the front porch talking to Jessica. Dean gave a quick wave to the two before hopping into the passenger seat beside Sam.

"Are you sure you want to leave her here? Jess really looks like she's ready to pop." Dean pointed out to his baby brother.

Sam shook his head in disagreement while smiling towards the figure of his wife. "She'll be fine; the baby's not due for another two weeks."

Dean gave a small shrug before hanging out the window to shout at Cas. "You ready yet sweet cheeks?"

The other man gave a nod back before saying his goodbyes to Jess and grabbing his duffle bag. He stalked across the driveway then crawled into the back seat of the truck, watching cautiously at the obnoxious individual smirking in the front seat.

"I hear you've never been hunting," Dean remarked slyly as he turned around to look at Cas in the back seat.

Cas shrugged, "I guess I haven't come across an opportunity before. I've never been camping either." Dean let out an over exaggerated gasp shocked upon what Cas had just revealed.

"Does that mean that Sam and I are deflowering your hunting rose?" Dean chuckled as he searched through the bags that were placed in between his knees.

"Dude seriously? We haven't even left the freaking driveway and you're already starting with the innuendos!"

A furious look crossed Deans face as he turned back to Sam "Where the hells the pie? I thought Jess had made some! Damit Sammy if you forgot the pie again I swear-." Dean began to threaten.

"I didn't forget the pie Dean, it's in the trunk with the rest of the food." Sam cut in, already growing annoyed of Dean's attitude.

"Sweet," Dean announced before hopping out of the car again to collect his pie.

Sam hoisted the rifle sling higher on his shoulder, leading Cas and dean to the hunting grounds. The air was cold and sent shivers through the group. Castiel pulled his coat tighter against his slender body and had to run to keep up with the long legs that both Sam and Dean are lucky to have.

Sam and Dean seemed to be fine with the frozen landscape, though Cas found it to be too cold for his liking. He was starting to regret being dragged into hunting and wished that he had stayed at the cabin.

They finally reached a clearing and Dean motioned to an area of bushes where they could set up a hunting base. Thats when Cas decided he didn't want anything more to do with this. Sitting for hours in the snow waiting for some poor animal to come and get shot didn't sound like a 'good time' to him.

"Hey Dean," he said as the older brother began loading his rifle.

"Yeah Cas?" He asked not looking up from his gun.

Castiel waited a moment to sort out his words before finally saying "I don't really...I don't want to hunt today. Can I just wait for you guys back at the cabin?" That seemed to gather the brothers' attention.

Sam and Dean looked at each other questioningly before Sam spoke up. "I guess if you want to. Can you find your way back?"

Cas nodded. The brothers had tied orange hunting tape on trees so they could find their way back. He could just follow them himself.

Dean shrugged looking a bit disappointed. "Fine. Go on if you're too much of a little bitch to hunt."

"Dean," Sam warned.

"What?" his brother challenged back. "See you later Cas." he said bitterly clicking a magazine into the rifle.

Sam watched as Cas frowned towards the oldest brother looking hurt. Sam gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder. "Just ignore him. We'll be back in the cabin in about an hour or so."

Cas gave a nod to Sam before heading back in the direction they had come. Dean was watching the man's coat disappear through the white trees. He then realized Sam was glaring at him.

"What." he demanded angrily.

"What the hell was that?" Sam asked sounding furious.

Dean returned the glare. "We dragged his ass all the way here, he could have at least spent some time with us."

"He's never been hunting before Dean! I don't even think he's seen much snow seeing as he grew up in California! So what if he wants to hang out in the cabin for the first day!" Sam yelled at his brother.

Dean kept his head down watching the snow around his feet. "Yeah well-" he began but Sam was already ahead of him.

"Get your head out of your ass and stop acting like a jerk." was all Sam had to say to end the conversation. He sat down beside Dean and began cleaning his own rifle.

It was another five minutes of the brothers sitting in silence. Dean pretended to be more interested in digging a hole in the ice with his boot and Sam watching the clearing hoping for a deer to come. When they heard the rustling in the trees begin, that's when both brothers were on alert again. Dean and Sam were both ready, their guns loaded and propped on their shoulders pointed towards the trees.

"What do you think Sammy? Want to get a moose for dinner." Dean joked.

"There aren't any moose's here Dean." Sam whispered back.

"I wouldn't be so sure," Dean said pointing out Sam's height.

"Shut up," Sam demanded giving Dean a glare.

Dean shook his head and looked through his rifles scope to get a better view of the distant trees. That's when he saw the strong buck emerge from the brush. "I see it," he whispered to Sam.

Sam looked through his own scoop. "I see him too."

"You can take the shot." Dean said lowering his gun.

"What?" Sam asked shocked. It was always Dean who got to shoot the first each season. It was tradition almost in their trips.

Dean just nodded. "Better hurry before he gets spooked." He pointed out.

Sam gave a smile that was a wordless 'thank you'. He shifted his weight to allow the gun to rest on his shoulder. He put his eye against the scope and the doe was in the center of the cross. It would be a perfect shot. His finger found the trigger and the sound of a gunshot echoed through the forest.

It wasn't Sam's.

The deer bolted and ran back into the underbrush as Dean shot up looking around. Both the brothers could hear the sound of someone screaming, sounding less like victory and more like panic.

"Which direction do you think it came from?" Sam asked watching his brother.

Dean stood listening for a moment before pointing towards the same direction they had come from earlier. "That way."

Instinctively both brothers took off running in the direction of screams for help.