"Dean, I don't see the appeal of sleeping outside in the cold…Again." Cas said as he watched Dean struggling with the 'Ally-Up/Easy-Up Tents' that Sam had insisted they buy for the trip.

"Again? You telling me you've done this crap before?" without me? Dean replied with a frown. This whole trip was about introducing Cas to the fun side of Humanity and now it turns out someone else had beaten him to it. Typical.

"No, not this exactly. But I was homeless for a time, and aside from the much warmer coverings…" He replied while tugging lightly at the canvas tent with a strange almost longing in his eyes "…it seems the same idea." Dean physically flinched at the casual reminder of Cas' first few months on Earth, a time which thanks to Dean had been spent on the streets cold and alone. He should have been with them in the Bunker, safe and helping them to regroup but instead he was sleeping rough and struggling to survive. Some friend he had turned out to be.

"Of course" Cas continued on "some of the other homeless people had the luxury of a tent, but they had clearly been at this a lot longer than I and were much better prepared." Dean had to admire the way his friend spoke of the experience as though it were a learning curve and not a tragic incident in his short time on Earth. Of course he was only kidding himself, and deep down he knew that the whole thing had wounded Cas far more than he would ever let on. It had in fact left him feeling exposed and vulnerable, and that would forever be on Dean no matter how many 'family meetings' they had about it. He was suddenly jerked out of his thoughts by a hand shaking his shoulder.

"Dean…Dean, are you alright…"Cas said, looking over his friend with concern in his eyes. "You seemed to drift off for a moment, I was worried…" It took a moment longer for Dean to collect his thoughts but finally he shook himself back to life.

"Yeah, m'fine Cas really." Dean said, but the angel didn't look convinced and was still frowning.

"Seriously, m'fine" He said again, only this time flashing Cas the famous 'Winchester Wink and Grin' "Don't worry 'bout me so much, Angel"

Angel?! What the hell, Winchester, why don't you just ask him how he likes his wings or if it hurt when he fell from Heaven?! Get it together!

He debated whether or not to apologise for the nickname but Cas had just smiled and squeezed his shoulder, seeming not to notice awkward moment and so Dean decided not to mention it. Instead he turned his attention back to the damn tents. If these things weren't cursed by witches to screw with peoples heads, Dean would eat Baby's seat leather!

"Anyway, big guy, camping is nothing like being hom…its nothing like that! Camping is awesome! I'll show you, we're get a fire going, drink some beer and talk some crap. Oh and hey, s'mores! Man, you ain't lived till you've had s'mores!" Dean explained, grinning wider now as he thought back to the time when he taught Sammy how to toast mallows. That would be a story for later if Gigantor didn't kill him before he finished.

"In that case, I look forward to making the s'mores with you Dean" Cas said, smiling at the Hunters excited. He so rarely got to see Dean wild and carefree, especially in the recent years when life seemed to weigh him down. "If they make you happy then I want to make them with you, you deserve to be made happy"

"Jeez, Cas its just some food, no big deal…you don't even have to…not a problem if you don't wanna…I get it…" Dean muttered while ducking his head away quickly. He didn't think he could blush any redder if he tried.

"No Dean, I wish to make the s'mores with you. I enjoy seeing you happy, it pleases me greatly." Cas said, either not seeing or refusing to care that he was turning Dean a lovely shade of purple. Thankfully though before the moment could get anymore embarrassing…A moose crashed through their campground.

"Hey guys, so get this, that local place sells…Dean! Why aren't the tents up yet? Jeez man, do I have to do everything 'round here!" Sam scowled, a full blown bitchstorm brewing under his bangs and Dean was right in its path.

"Oh yeah um, well these kinda like…" Dean stuttered as he went back to wrestling with cursed tent that was still refusing to 'pop' into place.

"Please do not blame Dean, Sam, this was my fault." Cas interrupted, startling both Hunters. "I have very little experience in these matters and Dean was explaining things to me, I fear I may have inadvertently distracted him from his task. My apologies, Dean."

"Nah its cool Cas, not your fault" Dean said, smiling and sending the angel a wink behind Sam's back which caused Cas' face to light up. It seemed Dean remained the only one who could tell when Cas was being sarcastic. Sammy though remained blissfully ignorant, his face softening at the angels words.

"Oh its cool, Cas. But seriously you've like never done this before?" He said, still finding it hard to grasp the fact that the angel had never slept in the woods.

"I have not, but now I am human I feel lucky to have you both to assist me in the matter" Cas replied, before frowning and adding "but Dean seems to be very concerned that I have not tried a food called s'mores. In fact he seemed to imply that my life would be at risk if I did not consume said s'mores. Is this true, Sam? Or is this one of those incidences were you said he over exaggerates?"

"He said I do what now?! SAM?!" Dean shouted, shocked and stunned that his own brother would say something like that.

"Cas! Dean I didn't say that, I swear!"

"Yes you did, Sam, you said to me last week when Dean was bragging about his burgers being 'to die for' that they were not literally worth dying over and Dean was just over exaggerating because Dean thinks he is King but he isn't and they are not even that good." The clearing was silent. Sam couldn't look his brother in the face but he could feel him seething. Castiel was beginning to think he had said the wrong thing.

"…was I not supposed to tell Dean you said that?" Cas said with his eyes on his shoes, and Dean exploded.

"Oh, gee Cas, I don't know, when a mans brother is bitching about his cooking behind his back do you tell him about it? YES! You damn well bring your ass to me and you tell me!" Dean raged as he backed Cas up against a tree, spitting words at him like venom. He felt a hand on his shoulder pull him back, and he rounded on his brother.

"Come on, Dean, he's no…"

"Don't you 'come on, Dean' me Samuel Winchester! I didn't feed and clothe your ungrateful ass for years to have you bitching to my best friend about my cooking behind my back! You know what…" He looked around the clearing at the half built tent and threw down the hammer he had been using "I quit! I'm done…Put up your own damn tents, make your own damn dinner and screw you!" He shouted before turning around and storming off into the woods. This time the silence in the clearing was deafening, and the two men standing in it were too shocked for words. But finally Cas had to break the spell and speak the words they were both thinking…

"Now what do we do" Good Question Sam thought, but he gave no answer. He had no answer to give.

They were screwed!