Hey gang, here is the next chapter! Thank you for the reviews, they are always mucho appreciated :)

Haventmetmyangelyet- Thanks :):) Haha I tried to scare myself writing that part and…it worked!

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"Good morning sunshine!" Castiel's eyes flew open as he locked eyes with Dean who was dressed in day clothes and a grin.

"Dean? Do humans not usually sleep when it is still dark outside?" He rubbed his eyes groggily as Dean practically beamed at him.

"Yes, but not when they plan on fishing that day. Come one sleepy head, we need to go stir up the water!"

Castiel just buried his face in his pillow with his butt in the air. "grupmnnhphh."

"Cas. Get your feathery ass up or else!" Dean grabbed his pillow and whacked Castiel with it as the angel laughed into the pillow.

"Dean stop!" Castiel tried to bury further under the blanket as Dean burrowed with him. Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel and pulled him into a bear hug as Castiel thrashed about. Castiel could feel his breath catch as Dean held him close to his chest for a while; heart beats nearly synchronized to the same erratic rhythm. "Cas I…" Dean began huskily as Sam burst into the tent.

"Hey guys!" He noticed a lump under the covers and shook his head. Sam climbed on top of them and hugged them both as they both laughed and hugged him back.

"Get off Sam you sasquatch!" Castiel felt a happy warmth start in his heart and travel throughout his body as he wrestled with Sam and Dean. Was he finally one of the boys? Castiel had never stopped hoping that he would leave his third wheel status behind him, and slowly but surely he was being absorbed into the small Winchester family.

"C'mon guys. Let's get some breakfast and then we can get down to the river." Dean reached out a hand to both Castiel and Sam before raising them to their feet.

Castiel absently pushed around the cereal in his bowl as Dean brought out a tackle box and a few fishing poles. "Okay Sammy, we still need a net. Do you have the worms?"

"Got 'em Dean."

Castiel came over to Dean and stood directly behind him, a process much more awkward to do now that Dean wouldn't let him zap there. Sam covered up a laugh with the back of his hand sine he knew exactly what Castiel was doing. "Jesus!" Dean turned around and nearly knocked over a shocked Castiel. "What are you doing Cas?"Castiel stared at Dean quietly. "Okay Cas. I'm sorry. What's up?"

"I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do to help?"

Dean smiled back at him. "Sure thing Cas. We need to set up the poles so I can teach you how." Castiel nodded gratefully. "Okay. See this?" Dean held up a small brightly colored bauble. "I am going to put a bobber on your pole. That way you can tell if you have caught something or not. It will sink under the water if a fish has grabbed it." Dean placed a bobber stop below it and slid on a split-shot as Castiel watched him intently. "Now for the last part. The hook. It's important that you remember to spit on the line after you have twisted the line six times. Otherwise the line will snap off…"

Sam sat on a nearby log as he watched Dean and Castiel with a smile. This was one of those moments that Dean embodied their father. Sure they had seen little of the man, Sam even less than Dean, but there were moments that he would never forget with him. Like when John had taught Dean the same thing he was teaching Castiel in that very moment. Except there was more patience where Dean was concerned and even failure was rewarded with a smile from Dean.

"Yeah, just like that Cas. Now pull the line tight. There we go."

"You about ready Dean? I got everything packed up." Sam zipped up the tent as Dean nodded.

"Come on Cas."

Castiel looked concerned back at the tent. "Don't we have to put that away before we leave?"

"Nah. No campers and we put all the food in the car so I figure we are good. No bears are gonna be getting up in that shit."

They followed a jagged trail down to the stream, about a mile or two from the place they had set up camp. The entire area was breath taking. Dragonflies dipped over the clear water and fish could clearly be seen as they dabbled among the rocks. Lush vegetation curled around the water's edges and dipped lightly into the water as aspen trees cast their skinny shadows.

"Sure is beautiful out here." Sam took in a deep breath as he gazed about them; amazed at what could be found outside of their usual haunt: the city.

Castiel nodded as he trailed happily after Dean. "Here Cas, this can be your pole." Castiel smiled at the blue rod as he nodded him. Dean tangled a worm onto the hook as Castiel looked on curiously. "Now I am going to show you how to cast, okay Cas?" Dean placed the pole into the angel's hands as he stepped behind him. Castiel could feel a light blush trailing over his face as Dean placed his larger hands over Castiel's. "Okay. We are going to swing back and when I tell you too, let go of the button."

"What button Dean?" Castiel felt his breath hitch as Dean pressed his hand against Castiel's over the drag button.

"Ready Cas?" Castiel nodded as he gazed forward looking determined.

"I am ready Dean." Sam just watched them as he shook his head. He figured that Dean was teaching Castiel how to fish, not talking him through birthing a baby. He was very curious about the two of them and found their dynamic very entertaining. Watching his brother open up again made him happy even though his was a bit jealous that he hadn't been able to bring Dean out of his protective shell in the same way. Castiel himself wasn't all that open or bubbly but practically everything he did made Dean's face light up in a smile. Soon Sam and Dean had also set up their poles and cast them into the clear water and they relaxed on the bank as the sun traveled up to the top of the sky.

Castiel' forehead furrowed as he watched the red and white bobber disappear underneath the water. "Dean?"

"What is up Cas? Not bored yet, are you? Thought a nerd angel might enjoy something like this."

"No it is not that Dean, the…erm…floating contraption sunk. Did I break something?"

Dean laughed, delighted. "Naw Cas, I think you just have a fish on the other end. Stay right there, the fish bites and pulls and you just tug that pole the other way. Towards yourself."

Castiel looked panicked at Dean. "I'm not sure, Dean! Where are you going?"

"To get the net. Jesus Cas, don't have a cow over there. Worst thing that could happen is you lose the fish." He smiled evilly as he snatched up the net. "Or it swallows the entire hook and drags you into its veil watery lair."

Castiel eyed the dark spot in the water where the bobber had disappeared with trepidation. Now he wasn't so sure that he really wanted to catch the fish...maybe he should try and let it go…The fish bit and tugged. Without thinking about it Castiel tugged back just as hard and nearly landed on his butt as Dean came running over with the net. "C'mon Cas! Reel it in!" Dean dropped the net next to him as he stood behind Castiel once more. Dean put an arm around Castiel and placed the angel's thin fingers on one hand over the reel and placed two fingers on the left hand on the line. "Let the line run through your fingers or it will get all tangled." Castiel shivered with something that felt like pleasure as Dean's breath tickled his ear. "Let's give him some slack, he's a fighter." Castiel stuck out a bit of his tongue in concentration as he let out some line and began to pull the fish onto the bank.

"I see him Dean!" The usually stoic Castiel looked giddy as he saw the great fish leaving splashes of water behind it as it fought with all of its might. Sam hurried over as the fish surfaced and flopped onto the bank. He chased the fish for a while and nearly lost it before scooping it up in the net at the absolute last minute. Dean let go of Castiel and ran over to the net where the angry creature fought to tangle itself more and more into the net.

"Come on you little shit!" The fish meanly bit his finger with its small, sharp teeth. "Jesus Cas, you caught yourself a little monster."

"It's definitely a northern pike Cas, nice catch!" Castiel gave Sam a quick smile before staring in awe at the wriggling scaly thing. Its mouth protruded outward and it looked a bit like the picture of a crocodile he had once seen, except it had fins instead of four legs.

Dean untangled the fish and quickly pulled the hook out of its lip. He held it in both hands out towards Castiel. "Man Cas, I would have to say that this son of a bitch has to be what, five pounds?" The tail slapped at his hand and Dean nearly dropped it as sharp fins scratched his hands. "Do you want to hold him?"

Castiel looked at it thoughtfully before nodding. The thrashing fish seemed to calm down instantly in the angel's hands as he took it from Dean. He looked at it for a while before glancing up at Dean. "What do we do with him now?"

Dean smiled down at him. "Cook him. That's what you do with a fish."

Castiel looked at it quietly, picturing a small tear rolling out of its eye when it was simply lake water. "Not him Dean. Please?"

Dean ran a hand through his hair tiredly. He sighed. "Alright Cas. Seems like a waste, but he is your fish after all."

Castiel smiled at its rather mean mug and whispered "You are mine." He fondly set it in the water and looked in shock when the fish scratched him with its fin before wriggling its fat body once more into the lake.

Sam and Dean cracked up as the fish splashed the angel with water and disappeared. "Haha, shows how grateful those sons of bitches are. Are you alright Cas?" He leaned over and took Castiel's scratched hand in his own. Castiel nodded as he looked confused at the area that the fish disappeared at. Even a being so simple as a fish baffled him on this earth. Castiel had no idea how if he couldn't comprehend a fish he was supposed to learn to be human. He smiled at Dean before walking back towards his pole as Dean practically beamed at him. "What a trooper." The rest of the afternoon was spent fishing with a few nice trout for everyone. Dean embarrassed himself by valiantly struggling with a fish that looked small enough to belong in an aquarium.

Unbeknownst to the travelers; the Wendigo had found their camp first. The thing they had hunted had tracked them down while the stood laughing on the serene bank. It sniffed at the air and nearly danced in excitement as it rooted around in their belongings. It was time to learn a little about his prey. It captured the smell of shampoo on a blue pillow. Scattered the loose leafs of paper and drawings hidden in a sleeping bag. Worried the buttons on a leather jacket. It crawled around the Impala and attempted to open the door. Locked. The Wendigo heard voices returning to the camp as it slid a tongue over a red, hungry mouth. A tree sheltered its thin form as it watched the boys tramp back into their camp. Jealous eyes watched them as they greedily attacked the fish they had caught that day. It is often said of predators that they attack the weak. Find the sickliest member of the pack and kill it. Colorless eyes slid over Sam. Too big. The man was the tallest and obviously strong. Dean was also tough, even if he was smaller than his brother. But most of all, he was the dominant one. He cared for both the mammoth and the smallest member of their pack. The Wendigo could not take its eyes off of the soft pale skin of Castiel. Innocent blue eyes and a need for a leader. It crouched up in its hide out as it watched its first victim smile and force a stick with a marshmallow into the fire with gusto. How lucky. The Wendigo was hungry tonight. And it looked like he had just happened upon dinner.