Seth ran to the right. His pace resembled that of a man who was being followed. But in reality, there was nobody to run away from. Roman still stood on the same spot as before. He didn't feel like participating in Dean's little game. And Dean took a different direction. He went over to their car to get a bottle of beer. For himself, of course. But then he looked at Roman, who had been watching him, and when he noticed the frown on his face, he asked, "You want one?"

Roman didn't answer verbally; he was too proud to say yes. But the desire could be seen in his eyes, even from distance.

"Then follow Seth's lead."

Roman still didn't seem interested in the hunt for the missing part of the tent.

"I'll give you a little hint," he spoke to Roman only, somewhat quietly. "But don't tell Seth. There are three pieces missing in total."

Finally he chose to reply. "And I bet you've hidden them somewhere nobody'd look for them." Measuring Dean with his eyes, he came closer to him. "Like the trunk of the car." Assured of being right, he opened the trunk to see. But there was nothing. Still, he spent a couple of seconds searching every dark corner – it had to be somewhere in there. But it wasn't.

And as Roman was making sure that there wasn't a fake floor in the car, Seth shouted, "I found one."

"Good job, Seth," Dean shouted back at him. And he looked at Roman, satisfyingly as much as viciously.

"You really expect me to start running around like an idiot?" Roman said.

"Come on. Don't spoil the fun."

Roman chose not to say more. His eyes were set on an object behind Dean. His backpack. If his first assumption proved wrong, this one had to be right. It was a little bit strange that Dean let him search his property. He certainly knew what Roman had in mind; but he did not stop him.

Only when Roman was about to open it, Dean said, "Careful."

That brought an idea to Roman's mind – that it would explode. But that would be a bit too extreme, even for Dean.

The anticipated surprise didn't deliver. It didn't have a great effect on Roman. Tiredly he commented, "There's enough animals here. It's a fucking forest."

"Careful," Dean repeated. But this time it sounded different. Not as warning, rather as plead. Don't hurt it, was what Dean's voice was indicating.

Roman carefully took the snake out. He set him free, placing him on the ground. But it didn't move; it didn't try to escape. Of course. It was plastic.

Dean took it into his hand, sighed, and stroked its back. "It's for another activity."

"I can't wait," Roman said sarcastically, sounding really tired. Then he took out something else from Dean's backpack. It was the missing piece. "I guess it's even now." Seth one. Roman one. Even with his passive attitude.

"Where's the last one?"

Dean shook his shoulders.

Roman sighed. "What does it look like?"

No response.

"Seth, you have anything?" Roman asked.

"No. And there's something strange in the woods. It kept staring at me."

"Oh, right," Dean pretended to be surprised, as though he just remembered. "That's where the last piece is."

"I'm not going back there," Seth said.

Roman surrendered. "Fine."

He walked toward the spot that Seth wanted to avoid because it was frightening him. There appeared to be a figure. Really dark one but its eyes were illuminated. "What the fuck is this?"

Roman kept observing it from safe distance but it was too dark outside to recognize what it could be.

Seth watched Roman, hoping that he'd have enough courage to get closer to it.

"Guys," Dean called. "Your bed's ready." He was finished with the tent. So, clearly, there wasn't another missing piece, because the tent stood as it was. And it looked more or less stable.

"What's that strange, scary creature?"

Dean laughed. It started as a regular chuckle but soon turned into evil laughter. "Oh, you'll see," he said, regarding the forest monster. "Leave it for now."

Seth had no problems letting it go. "Let's go," he said to Roman, making it sound like advice.

Roman looked confused, Seth worried, concerned. Dean, on the other hand, looked happy. He gave them a little hint of what he had in store for them. Now there were two hints he had revealed so far. But the weekend was long and he had prepared much more.

Although now they could go inside the tent, maybe a little strangely, they preferred staying outside. There Dean placed beer and their dinner – hamburgers. The meat was cold, but still, it was meat. It was food. And they were starving.

"I eat this and then I'm going straight to bed," Roman said, but instantly corrected himself, employing gesticulation, "I mean, to 'bed'."

"First," Dean interrupted, "hey, and second, no. We didn't come here to sleep."

"Excuse me, Dean, but that's what I consider holiday. Finally working on my sleep deficit."

Dean pretended to be considering being a good guy for once and let his friend's wish come true. But that's not what best friend would do. "Nope. But don't worry, you'll enjoy it."

"Uhm, what exactly?"

Seth was working on his hamburger so he didn't participate in the conversation, but he was listening. And he was looking forward to that upcoming activity, no matter what it was.

After they finished eating and drinking, Dean collected the trash, then left it in front of the tent, which they entered. Dean had his backpack with him and appeared to be searching for something that should be in it. Seth and Roman waited. But now with the roof – although only provisional – above their heads, they felt calmer. At least Roman. The nervousness caused by hunger disappeared. On the other hand, nervousness caused by not knowing what would happen next emerged.

Dean took out three flashlights. Each guy got one.

"Storytelling time?" Seth asked, enthusiastic.

Dean smiled and nodded.

The eyes of the two guys where sparkling, Roman's . . . Roman was mumbling something to himself. "Legacy. Evolution. The Wyatt Family. Do you think they ever do something like this?" In reality, he was saying Do you think they ever do something this stupid?

"I've heard Wyatt organizes these little séances every month," Dean answered, even though it wasn't expected of him.

"Yeah, right," Roman more or less ignored the comment, which certainly didn't contain truthful information. "But no. The Shield has to be special. Three weirdos in the middle of nowhere. With a lunatic as an organizer. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," he kept on complaining. "Hell, The Shield doesn't even exist anymore. But still, we're here, bonding."

"Because you never know," Dean told him, sarcastic tone on. "We may need to stay friends."

"Then doing this is not a way to go."

"Shut up, Roman. I want to hear a story," Seth intervened.

"Yeah, shut up, Roman," Dean repeated, smiling. "It's storytelling time." He shut the "door" of the tent and lit his flashlight. He gave them a look saying "you too." Then he looked at his flashlight, thinking about something, wondering if he was happy with it. Clearly not, because he turned it off and left it lying next to him. He looked into his backpack again – he couldn't see much because it was dark in there, but he didn't care to use his flashlight – and took out something else that would light up the world for him. A lightsaber.

Seth's face cheered up. "I want one too," he cried.

"The person telling a story can have it."

"Oh, give it to me," Roman said and grabbed it. Now even on his face there could be seen an enthusiastic expression. For a moment he just stared at the lightsaber, observing it carefully. A smile appeared on his face before he looked at them again. The seriousness was gone. "So you wanna here a little story, huh? I may have something for you."