Title: Can't Stop the Bugs from Biting

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairings: Cas/Dean Sam/Gabriel sort of Bobby/Crowley

Warnings: not sure yet violence most defiantly, angst probably, and probably sexy time later.

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Summary: Cas is an Entomologist that hires Dean on as a guide after his original guide Sam goes missing, to trudge through the thick Amazon forest to find a giant centipede. But Cas's plans change after flood season starts and Dean becomes desperate to find the missing Sam.

Author's Note: If any of the information about the Amazon River or forest is wrong I'm sorry, I did very minimal research before I began this. And also I'd like to mention that this delicious little plot bunny was not my own but instead came from lazy_daisy26 from Livejournal I was trolling over there and I came across her idea that she had wanted someone to write about and stole it. So if anyone knows lazy_daisy26 or can get a hold of her I'd thank you kindly if you could point her in my direction.

At first the boat ride had been smooth and relatively eventless, expect a few, and by a few Castiel meant nearly every corner they came to, times where Dean had turned a corner too sharp and nearly tipped the boat over. Castiel had been grabbing at the edge of the wood plank that was used for a seat his teeth grinding against each other as Dean laughed before he straightened the boat back out. After hours of the same thing Dean had suddenly stopped and his face set into a hard line as he stared at the river ahead.

Sooner than Castiel knew it the semi-smooth sailing had turned into a bumpy ride that had him holding on by his fingernails. The rapids hit the boat hard enough to make Castiel almost fly out off his seat, holding as tight as he could onto the wooden plank Castiel turned to Dean. "Are you sure this is safe?"

"I've handled worse with less" Dean said back concentrating on navigating the rusty tin of the boat through increasing worse rapids. By the way the next rapid hit the boat and nearly knocked it sideways Castiel was beginning to doubt Dean's confidence.

After what seemed a way too long of time Dean steered the death trap of a boat towards the shore, the rapids had died down a bit but it still was a bumpy ride. "Jump out and tie the rope around a tree trunk" Dean instructed as he tossed Castiel a rope that was attached to the leg of his seat.

Castiel looked down at the raging river then over at Dean "Doesn't this seem a little dangerous?" Castiel asked one wrong slip on his part and he'd be floating down the river.

"Oh don't be a baby" Dean said back both of his hands holding tightly onto the rudder. "Just tie off the dam rope so the boat doesn't float away before we get it to shore."

Castiel was going to protest again when the look on Dean's face cut him off, taking a deep breath Castiel stepped one foot on the edge of the boat and pushed off hoping that he jumped far enough to miss most of the river. As soon as his feet hit the bottom of the river Castiel started sliding backwards on instinct he started swinging around his arms trying to catch his balance.

"Stop spazzing like an idiot and push your weight forward" Dean yelled out, if Castiel wasn't too busy not trying to fall into the river he'd see the grin spread across Dean's face. Doing as Dean said Castiel shifted his weight forward and started walking up the side of the slippery river bank using the weeds and braches of trees to pull himself up onto dry land. In a manner of speaking anyways, the ground was soaked and slippery. Castiel found it difficult even to just stand on the solid ground, the boots he had purchased especially for the trip seemed to be a piece of crap because they couldn't get purchase anywhere.

Trudging himself up the river bank Castiel wrapped his arm around a tree trunk and slung the rope around it tying it off as best he could before turning around he saw Dean standing a few feet away from him. The boat already pulled onto the bank.

"You're an asshole you know that" Castiel said glaring at him; he had a very strong urge to slug Dean in the face.

Grinning Dean pulled the boat up a bit farther away from the river "You're the first person I've got to do that, most of them start blabbing about how they're too afraid."

"That makes you an even bigger asshole" Castiel shot back stalking over to the boat and ripping his bag out of it before roughly slinging it over his shoulders.

Picking up his own bag Dean laughed and slung the bad over his shoulders "Oh come on Cas you've got to lighten up, get that stick out of your ass." As Dean walked past Castiel he patted Castiel rather roughly on the shoulder before starting his climb up the small hill that lead into the rain forest.

"My name is Castiel" he called back to Dean as he followed Dean's lead.

"Whatever" Dean said back not bothering to turn around to speak to Castiel. Not that Castiel had a problem with that; if he saw that smug grin on Dean's face again he'd probably haul off and hit the guy. Castiel gritted his teeth as he followed Dean, trying not to stumble or slip over the wet rotting leaves on the forest floor. If he sprained his ankle or god forbid broke something it was not going to be a fun time.

As Castiel followed Dean he tried his best to keep quiet to refrain himself from talking to Dean, because he knew whatever came out of that guys smart ass mouth was just going to piss him off, and he needed Dean as a guide. It surprised him really that a complete stranger could rattle him as bad as Dean seemed to have the ability to do so. Even when his boss would yell and scream at him, even when his bosses boss would get mad Castiel always held his calm. He would never let it bother him; he'd keep his composure and not let a single thing touch him. And yet two days with this insufferable man and he was like a pressure cooker let on the heat too long.

The day drug by into what seemed like endless hours of walking; everything looked the same to Castiel, all the plants, bushes, and trees. Even though everything looked the same it all looked so beautiful. Castiel had never seen anything like it before, the leaves on the plants were huge some bigger than his entire upper body, there were thick too like construction paper. And the flowers that bloomed from them were so beautiful that Castiel feared that when he got back to Pontiac, Illinios the small little garden outside his apartment window would never be enough for him anymore.

When the sun had started to dip down on the right side of the sky and the bugs started swarming heavier then they had earlier in the day Dean called for break time. Which Castiel was more than happy to obliged to, his feet still wet from the river were starting to get blisters from slipping around in his shoes. He didn't take them off though; he just bent his toes a bit and pulled his feet forward so his heels wouldn't rub against the back of his shoes.

Castiel stood rooted in one spot staring at all the different plants and flowers around him, his eyes wide with wonder at all the different colors. And the sounds, there were so many different sounds, so different from where he came from. In his home he could hear an occasional bird maybe a squirrel if it got adventurous enough to come near humanity. But here there were hundreds of different sounds, sounds of things he couldn't even begin to indentify. It amazed him how much life teamed through the forest, how many different species of animals lived here with each other.

"It's pretty amazing huh?" Dean asked breaking the silence that had fallen over them since the left the shore of the river.

Closing his eyes to take in all the sounds and smells Castiel nodded "Yeah…this is way different from where I come from." Castiel opened them again and wondered at all that was around him. "It's breathtaking."

Dean didn't say anything back just nodded and took out of his maps, after a few minutes of studying them he put them away and stood up from the fallen tree he had been sitting on. "We need to make another ten miles before we can make camp for the night. You think you can handle that?" Dean asked looking at Castiel's rumbled and wet clothes and the small scratch on his cheek that he had gotten when Dean had accidently let go of a branch too soon causing it to snap back and consequently right into Castiel's face.

"I think I can suffice" Castiel said slinging the backpack farther up his shoulders to make it more comfortable. Without a second word or glance Dean started off again Castiel trailing after him trying to forget about the blisters on his feet that ached with each step.

When the sun had started to go down Dean stopped almost abruptly announcing that they had met their marker for the day. By that time Castiel's feet hurt so badly that he was afraid to take off his shoes. He knew better then to walk around in wet shoes; his mother had told him a thousand times when he was younger that wet shoes equaled hurting feet. But it wasn't as if he had much of a choice these were the only pair of boots that he had it wasn't as if they were going to get dry anytime.

While Dean had gone to get firewood, how Dean was going to find dry wood around here Castiel had no idea, Castiel gingerly slipped off his boots. His heels along with the sides of his feet were both covered in blisters. On his left heel one blister had popped leaving an angry red and bleeding sore behind. Sighing, he hurriedly dug out the medical kit he had brought with him before Dean could return and see he pitiful state of his feet. Once he had rubbed some antibacterial ointment on them and dressed them up with gauze he slipped a pair of clean dry socks on and put his boots back on.

Just as he was tying up his last shoe Dean came back carrying an armful of small sticks which on top of it sat a whole bunch of dry moss. How Dean found dry moss was beyond him. "You really shouldn't be sitting down." Dean said as he dropped the wood onto the ground.

"Why?" Castiel asked a bit annoyed and slightly concerned.

"Snakes." Dean stated simply. Jumping up Castiel inspected the area around him a slight panicked look on his face, Dean who was standing beside him burst out laughing. "Oh man you Americans." Dean said as he shook his head.

"Why didn't you tell me before I sat down on the dam ground?" Castiel demanded his eyes alternating between searching the ground and glaring at Dean.

"I figured it was common sense" Dean said back, reaching up Dean pulled down at branch and broke it off. Stripping the leaves off of it started poking around the area that Castiel had been sitting. As he moved around some of the leaves a few bugs scurried away. "See…Dean" said pointing to the bugs with the stick. "Just be lucky it wasn't snakes."

Castiel stared fascinated at the ground, when he had been out in the field in America it was always difficult to find a large amount of bugs especially so close together. "Let me see that" Castiel said reaching his hand out for the stick.

"Why?" Dean asked as he handed over the stick.

"I want to see if I can find anymore bugs" Castiel explained as he took the stick and started poking at the fallen leaves. Dean rolled his eyes but didn't say anything; he simply stood back and watched as Castiel poked around at the leaves and debris. Watching fascinated as the bugs scampered away apparently more irritated and scared over what had disrupted their homes to care to stay longer than a few seconds.

Castiel was just about to stop poking around for the bugs when he moved a rather large leaf and found what he had been searching for sitting right in front of him. "Dean" Castiel whispered, afraid that if he spoke any louder the centipede would get scared and run away. "Get in my backpack and get my camera."

"Why?" Dean asked looking over Castiel's shoulder "Oh that's gross…just leave it be."

"No" Castiel said not wanting to take his eyes off the arthropod to glare at Dean "it's a baby Scolo…I mean it's a baby scully. Get my camera." Without another word but with what Castiel was sure was a roll of his eyes Dean went back over to Castiel's backpack. A few seconds later Dean returned and dangled the camera in front of Castiel. "Thanks" Castiel said handing Dean the stick as he took the camera. Adjusting the lenses until the arthropod was in perfect view Castiel hit the shutter button. As soon as the bright light flashed the baby centipede jerked back then scurried away leaving behind it a faint trail in the damp Earth.

Turning around Castiel looked at the memory of his camera and grinned when he saw a perfect picture of the arthropod. Dean looked down at the picture then shook his head slightly "Only a freak like you can get excited over something as gross as that."

"You can make fun of me all you want" Castiel said as he went back over to his backpack to put his camera away. "But this is very important very few people have gotten a picture of a baby scully."

"Whatever." Dean said as he started piling the sticks he came back in a pyramid shape tucking the dried moss into the center of it. Castiel watched fascinated by what Dean was doing.

He didn't know why but this mundane task seemed interesting to Castiel, the man who had spent most of his life inside reading about bugs or outside with his nose to ground trying to find said bugs. "Why are you stacking them like that?" Castiel asked crouched down beside Dean.

Dean gave Castiel a funny look that Castiel couldn't quite decipher "So air can get into it, if you just throw a bunch of sticks down it doesn't have any air flow. You need air to start a fire, flames need to oxygen to live. It breathes just like we do, you cut off that oxygen then it dies."

Castiel sat for a second, silent, watching as Dean finished building the pyramid then took out what looked like a piece of grey colored rock and a small knife. "What are you doing with that?"

"Starting the fire" Dean said back not looking over at Castiel as he started striking the knife against the stone.

"How is banging a knife and a rock together going to start a fire?" Castiel asked mildly aware of the fact that he was starting to sound like annoying little kid.

Irritation colored Dean's voice as he answered the question "It's called flint, you use it along with something made of steel to make a spark that will hopefully catch the dry moss on fire." As Dean spoke little sparks starting jumping off the flint landing on the moss. After a few tries smoke started trailing up from the moss, stopping his menstruations Dean leaned down and blew softly on the moss and a small flame erupted burning away the moss. "One spark is all it takes."

"Wow" Castiel said staring at the growing fire. "That's amazing."

Dean looked over at Castiel who didn't notice because he was too busy staring at the fire "You don't get out much do you?"

"No" Castiel said shaking his head "this is the first time actually that I've been outside Pontiac."

"Pontiac?" Dean asked as he stood up.

Still staring at the fire Castiel nodded "Yeah the city where I live…I've never been outside the city limits before now." Dean didn't say anything just stared at Castiel for a few seconds then disappeared back into the forest. It was starting to get dark out and the chill that had been lurking around him all day was starting to set in, his wet clothes and shoes did nothing to stave it off.

By time Dean had gotten back it was nearly dark the sun already disappearing behind the trees. Dean carried with him quite a few round thick tree branches. Setting them down he untied the machete he had tied to the side of his bag and handed it to Castiel "Go over there and chop off a good amount of large leaves and make sure you don't cut off anything that's attached to you." Castiel shot Dean a look before taking the machete and doing as Dean instructed.

After what seemed like an appropriate amount of leaves had been cut off Castiel carried them back over to Dean. Who had been laying the branches he carried back early on the ground, the area around it was cleared of all the leaves and fallen twigs leaving only soft dirt.

Dean instructed Castiel to lay the leaves over the branches watching as Castiel did so. After smoothing all the leaves out it looked like a bed that was slightly larger than a twin mattress. Which meant that he'd be sleeping very close to Dean, something that he was not looking forward too.

After dinner, which consisted of whatever nuts and berries Dean scrounged up and a protein bar from the stash that Dean had in his backpack Dean announce that it was bed time. Castiel who had been dreading this since he had learned they would be sharing the makeshift bed, didn't move instead just sat on the large banana leaf he had put down on the ground to keep his pants somewhat dry.

Dean who already had the blanket pulled out of his backpack and spread over him called to Castiel in an annoyed voice "If you don't sleep now you're not going to be able to make tomorrow's hike." Grudgingly Castiel made his way over to the small bed and stood staring down at it and Dean. "What?" Dean asked looking up at Castiel his arms behind his head. His feet that were sticking out under the blankets were still clad in his black army boots his pants tucked tightly into them, something Dean had made Castiel do while they were eating dinner.

"I ugh…I well I mean" Castiel rubbed the back of his neck embarrassment coloring his cheeks.

"You what?" asked Dean. "Come out with."

"I've never slept with someone before" Castiel blurted, his face turning bright red at the realization of what he just said sounded very different out loud then it did inside his head after Dean stared at Castiel for a second then snorted rather loudly and burst out laughing. "I didn't mean it in that context" Castiel said trying to contract his words "I mean I've never even been in the same bed as someone else."

Dean stopped laughing almost immediately and just looked up at him fixing Castiel with a look that he couldn't quite figure out. "You've never even slept in the same bed as parents like if you've had a bad dream or something?"

Shaking his head Castiel decided to suck it up and got down on the bed "They didn't believe in coddling their kids."

"Hmm" Dean said as he flipped the blanket over Castiel as he tucked one arm behind his head and laid the other over his stomach. "Well it ain't much different from sleeping by yourself, you just have someone else beside you sharing body heat. Like an extra heater."

Castiel was dubious of Dean's explanation he found just being this close to Dean in an intimate situation was very awkward not disturbing or anything just awkward. After he was finally able to relax a small amount, his body caved into the exhaustion he had been feeling all day and he slipped into a deep sleep vaguely aware of the fact that Dean had fallen asleep long before he had.

Anyone catch the Weekend at Bobby's episode of Supernatural? I don't think I've ever laughed so much during an episode. And on top of that you got to see more of Bobby a more in depth look at all he does for the boys. The episode in whole is probably one of my favorite episodes and having Crowley added in was almost too much awesome. Jensen Ackles did an unbelievably good job directing the episode! I am so stoked for the next episode, Dean as a vampire is going to be pure hotness and angst wrapped into one scorching hot enchilada.