Haventmetmyangelyet-Hey! Glad to see you on this ship too lol Thanks, Oh Cas why are you so cute?

Angelic Abomination- Haha thanks :) Yup, but I figured Dean was going to learn to LOVE camping lol gotta go camping to catch a Wendigo!

"Misty Mountain Hop"

"Hey guys, we're here!" Dean stretched as Sam unplugged his ipod, cutting himself off from the music Dean loved to hate. Country.

"Cas come on out, no poofing this ti-" Dean stopped talking when he saw how darling Castiel looked asleep, head resting comfortably against the window pane and arms wrapped closely around himself. He looked just like an angel-shit how lame could he be? Castiel was an angel. Dean almost didn't have the heart to wake the sleeping angel since had looked so tired lately. But he knew that Castiel was practically an infant when it came to common knowledge. He wouldn't survive the cutoff from heaven without Dean's help. And damn it, Dean was going to teach him everything he could drill into his pretty head. If one thing he taught the angel could potentially save his life someday then this abridged training course had better commence.

"Cas. Hey! Castiel Angel of the Lord!" Castiel looked startled and woke with a small jump. Dean looked guilty. He hadn't wanted to scare him…man he was getting soft. Dean placed a hand to his forehead as Castiel yawned and climbed groggily out of the car.

"Dean." He locked eyes with the hunter as he gave him a soul searching stare.

"Erm…we're here."

'Here' was absolutely breathtaking. It was getting close to evening, so Castiel could see a deep bluish haze over the tallest tree tops. Small plants crawled across the ground and Castiel wasn't used to the dirt looking so rich and alive since he was used to visiting Dean in the cities. He didn't miss the assortment of tightly knit grey building blocks here. Not with this fresh air. The sun had collected the redness of blood throughout the day and it was now satisfied and sinking into darkness.

"Shit. We should have left at least an hour earlier. Took too long at Taco Bell,I guess. Okay Cas. Tent 101."

Castiel stood there looking confused and running the waterproof material through his hands. He stared down quietly at the metal rods and back at Dean. "I do not understand. What do you do with this? I'm not sure I like how it feels. I prefer the other types of blankets you usually use. They are much softer than this, are they not?"

Dean chuckled. "Oh Cas." He winked. "Have faith." Castiel looked offended as he looked at anything but Dean. "Sorry. Now this is a tarp. We are going to stretch it out and place it on the ground. Keeps you from getting wet in the rain and insulates a little from the cold." Castiel felt a flutter when his fingers brushed Dean's as they unrolled the tarp together. Sam was in the middle of building a fire as Dean commanded Castiel around. "No! Wrong pole Cas, that goes in the back, see how it is bigger than the other one?"

Castiel nodded wishing he could learn things instantly. Or even better: just know them in the first place. Dean seemed to know everything there was to know about his planet. And it amazed Castiel. He had seen all of the useless things other humans seemed to hoard when these woods seemed to contain everything a person needed. You just needed to know where to look. Dean pointed out a small patch of wild strawberries next to Castiel's shoe and the angel squatted next to the tiny plant as he ogled the fascinating redness of the fruit. Dean couldn't keep his eyes off of the angel. Everything seemed to be a wonder to him and it felt like Dean was able to appreciate things he had always known with a fresh look. It was ridiculously cute.

Castiel stood next to Dean looking proud at the tent they had set up together. It looked so frail in the wind, but Castiel trusted that it would remain standing in any storm. After all, it had been Dean's handiwork. And Dean constantly amazed Castiel.

"Hey Cas. Come over here and pick out a sleeping bag. You and me get this tent. Sammy doesn't sleep in one unless it rains too much. He's one of those emotional types if you haven't noticed." Castiel nodded but felt curious as to why his heart was currently beating so loudly in his chest. Why would he feel so nervous about sharing a …very small space with Dean when he loved nothing more than to get into his personal space? Castiel was very troubled about these feelings. Since he had begun to actually feel things he had been constantly assaulted by their aftermath. But a night awake due to lonely feelings or worry was significantly different than one born of the giddy feeling he got from Dean. Castiel reached over and pulled out a tan and blue bag from the trunk as he followed Dean into the tent.

"Okay Cas. This is my side and yours is right there. Okay?" Castiel nodded as he felt his feelings droop from the earlier elevation of being with Dean.

"What is it Cas?"

The angel shook his head. Dean eyed him but shrugged it off as one of the many things he would never understand about Castiel. "Let's carry what we need in the tent. The rest can stay in the tent."

They sat quietly around the fire for a while prodding at the flames with scabby looking sticks and watching it roar whenever Dean threw more kindling on. Sam brought out a bag of marshmallows which seemed to really delight Castiel.

"What are they?" Castiel held one on his palm in wonder.

"Mwarshmwallos," Dean instructed with a mouth full of them.

Castiel narrowed his eyes at them in thought. "Human speech is much stranger than Enochian sometimes." Dean and Sam caught each other's eyes as they guffawed at him. Castiel wilted before their very eyes as he stared sullenly into the fire as he moodily stretched out a marshmallow into a shapeless blob.

"Cas? Cas. I'm sorry man. You just say the cutest things sometimes." Castiel gave him a small smile as Sam just eyed the two of them.

"Here Cas, watch this." Dean stabbed a marshmallow on a stick and thrust it into the fire. They all watched as it oozed over the stick and lay bubbling in the fire.

Castiel stared at it intently. "Can I try?"

"Sure thing Cas. Here you go." Dean slipped a marshmallow onto a stick and handed it to Castiel. The angel immediately stuck the stick into the fire and watched amazed as the marshmallow turned brown and disappeared into the flames.

"Is this a human game?"

Dean shook his head. "Nah, just something fun to do. You know, you can eat marshmallows."Castiel stared confused back at him. Dean had never told him he was allowed to eat a soccer ball before or another thing that had been immediately labeled as a 'toy.'

"I'm not sure Dean…"

"Come here." Dean held out a stick decorated with a marshmallow. Castiel still eyed it suspiciously. He was new to the whole idea of eating and Sam and Dean seemed to get a lot of enjoyment out of feeding him nasty stuff. Or at least foods they didn't like. Dean tried to make him eat anything vegetable since he hated them and Sam pushed more of the meat products to him. With both Winchesters treating him like a new pet he actually got a somewhat balanced diet. As long as the taste wasn't horrendous Castiel didn't mind giving them some amusement since he was curious about the taste himself. He was new to this world and everything human so it was even the little things that amazed Castiel.

"Go on Cas. Just take a bite of it and if you don't like it you can spit it out. I promise."Castiel nodded and looked trusting. Dean sucked in his breath as he watched Castiel patiently part his full mouth and look at him expectantly. Castiel took a small bite off of it and sat there chewing thoughtfully.

"So…what do you think Cas?" Sam watched Castiel as he sat there quietly for a while.

"They are…interesting."

Dean grinned. "Let's bust out some chocolate and grams. Those puffy white things are going to get a lot more interesting." The boys sat around the fire until it began to sputter out, telling stories and crafting sticky s'mores.

"Dean."

"Yeah Cas?"

Castiel studied the tired flames as their shadows climbed across his face. "How are we going to catch this Wendigo?"

Dean shook his head. "It's always business with you Cas, isn't it?"

"Sorry Dean I just-"

"-No Cas. I was just kidding with you." He ran a hand through his hair. "Well, last time we knew exactly where the thing was so we just found the abandoned tent of the people it snatched up. The things are sneaky so we will have to make sure it doesn't separate us again. We were a bit underprepared last time, it was kind of embarrassing. So we just winged it Winchester style."

Castiel gazed at him solemnly. "So what is the plan now?"

"Erm. I guess it is kind of the same plan. But this time we are more prepared. And if it gets too bad we have an angel on our side." He looked into Castiel's eyes with a smile and poked at the fire until sparks emerged angrily. "Try to use as little of your angel juice as you can unless we really need it. This trip is all about teaching you how to survive out here, so no cheating."

Castiel nodded as he hugged his knees. A wolf howled in the distance as Castiel shivered slightly; a chill feeling trailing up and down his spine. He heard an answering call and felt comforted that the poor lonely thing wasn't alone on this night. There was something sinister in these woods and Castiel could feel its presence as he huddled over the fire with the Winchester brothers.

Dean noticed the angel shivering and scooted closer to him. "Hey, are you alright Cas?"

"Yes Dean just a bit…"

"Cold?" Dean offered as the angel looked thoughtful before nodding in agreement.

"Yes, I believe that is the correct term."

Dean grinned at him. "Okay Cas. Let's get you some other clothes and get you to sleep. I packed some better stuff than your 'holy tax accountant get up.' Castiel looked surprised, forgetting yet again that he wasn't supposed to poof his clothes clean or mend them instantaneously.

"C'mon Cas. You going to sleep yet Sammy?" Dean looked over at his brother who had already rolled himself into a sleeping bag. He shook his head and chuckled. "He's out already." Dean leaned over and zipped the bag up around his little brother as Castiel watched them quietly. He had that wistful feeling starting up in his heart once more and right now he knew that it was the way he had connected the Winchester's relationship to himself and his own brothers. It was strange how Castiel had practically an army of them and yet he was still as lonely as the lost wolf wandering in the misty hills. He hoped that when he called out in a similar fashion that someone would answer. He also hoped that it could be Dean. The hunter smiled softly at him before unzipping the tent. "Come here Cas."Castiel followed and ducked into the tent after him.

Dean was already rummaging through some bags to find proper attire for Castiel. The angel stood there worrying his tie in his hands. "Here Cas. Underwear." He threw a black pair at Castiel. "Hmmm…Here's a good shirt for you. Blue like your eyes. I bet it would look great on you." Castiel felt his face flush lightly as he held the soft material. Dean talked to himself until he had also scrounged up a good pair of pajama pants and socks. "Well aren't you going to put them on?" Castiel nodded and pulled off his blue tie before setting it neatly on the ground. He didn't notice the way Dean was staring at him as he slowly unbuttoned his white collared shirt. Castiel slipped out of his pants and locked eyes with Dean just as he was about to pull off his boxers.

"Ermmm…sorry Cas." Dean turned around as he began to change his clothes. Castiel eyed him curiously as he began to pull on the things Dean had chosen for him. For all of Dean's talk about teaching Castiel life skills, he still seemed to get a major kick out of babying him. Castiel swallowed as he pulled the shirt over his head, eyes on Dean's muscled back the entire time. Dean turned around to find Castiel doing his favorite activity: staring almost obsessively at Dean.

"Like what you see Cas?"

The angel tilted his head to the side curiously. "Yes."

Dean looked confused but grinned at Castiel anyway. He wasn't sure if Castiel meant he was attracted to him or not, but he figured he wasn't ready to overload a newly fallen angel with complex emotional discussions. Like about how Dean hoped Castiel thought he was attractive…

"Dean?"

Dean shook his head. "Sorry Cas just zoned out for a bit." He rummaged in his things until he snatched out a toothbrush and passed it to Castiel. It was blue. Even Castiel was beginning to pick up on how everything Dean gave him seemed to be blue. Blue sleeping bag, shirt, and now toothbrush. Now that Castiel was better at understanding humor he was amused when Dean also placed a pillow with a blue case next to his sleeping bag. What he didn't get was that Dean had associated him with the calming color and automatically matched everything to the eyes he so fancied. As Castiel brushed his teeth Dean showed him how to unroll the sleeping bag and unzip it.

"Okay Cas. Gotta take a leak. I'll be back." Castiel nodded. When Dean returned he found the angel sleeping on top of a sleeping bag looking frigid. He shook his head fondly. Dean found a warmish blanket and pulled it over him. Castiel clutched the top of the blanket and sighed softly in his sleep. Dean smiled and dragged his own sleeping bag next to his as he pulled the blanket over the both of them. He felt the sleeping angel snuggle into his shoulder before he drifted off contentedly to the light sounds of pine needles dripping from the trees and onto their tent.

In the deep woods the Wendigo crawled among the trees. The small creatures of the forest ran swiftly for they could smell the insatiable hunger upon it. Its thin covering of skin stretched over thin bones and the smell of decay was upon it. A harbinger of death and nearly dead itself; this Wendigo had been once been human but was left with a lonely mind and stomach for too long. Abandoned to a never ending starvation without the grace and sympathy to leave its ruin upon the snow. Now animal like eyes searched along the dark path until they found the way back to the abandoned mine shaft it lived it. The Wendigo slid down a frayed rope and climbed into what one could consider its larder: a cold room where the creature had hoisted up an unhappy poacher. The man had gotten lost in the twisting trees and had abandoned most of his traps to the forest he had continuously taken from. Barely alive, he had been strung up next to the remains of other unhappy humans, the only difference being the fact that he was alive and still owned most of his flesh. Used to the rotten smell and unable to yell with his parched throat he awaited the return of the monster. It came into the room with eyes bright as it scurried almost happily. The Wendigo had happened upon a small camp of three. The prey was found and soon the hunt would begin again with the promise of a greedy feeding. It ripped into the poacher with less caution than usual. More rations were on their way and had stupidly put themselves on the shelf. Soon he would have a wealth of flesh to hoard.