Don't Leave the Lodge

Life is a pain. Thanks to it I haven't been able to focus on my writing lately. But now I'm back with a new writing scheduled and ready to get back into the game. I've always wanted to write about the boys on a hunt while they were in high school but I'm also a hardcore Destiel shipper so I had to add Cas and everyone else and this was the end result.
I hope you like it.
I don't own anything, Supernatural and its characters belong to the CW and where created by Eric Kripke.
Please enjoy.

"C'mon man." Sam groaned as the Impala crawled up the mountain road. "Seriously, why are we here?"

"What do you mean?" Dean asked back. "I would think it would be obvious, little brother."

"Dad has been gone for a month now." Sam rolled his shoulders, letting his eyes close in exasperation. "He left us here while he went off to help Bobby with a hunt but you seem to think that it's a good idea to go spend a weekend hanging out at some douche bag novelist's lodge?"

"What's wrong with that?" Dean raised his shoulder in askance. "Castiel invited us."

"And that's the other thing, you've only known Castiel for two weeks, but he wants us to come to his lodge party? And his brother's are going to be there with their girlfriends plus others. We don't know these people, but you're comfortable enough to be alone with them in the woods? What are we doing here, Dean?"

"Having some fun." Dean raised his brow like it should be plain as day. "We're having some fun. Doing what dumb teens do. Go out to a cabin in the middle of the woods and drink, party, maybe get laid."

"You really think these girls will want to sleep with you, their already dating someone. Plus that sounds like the plot to a B rated horror movie."

"Or a good time."

"Dean-"

"Sam," Dean sighed. "Look, you're right, dad has been gone for a month and I don't think he's coming back anytime soon. And he won't let us leave Alaska. So let's have a little fun till he gets back. And Cas is a cool guy. This will be fun, don't worry."

"Famous last words in every horror story."

"C'mon, Sammy." Dean snorted opening his door and stepping out only to pop his head back through. "And besides, who said I was after any of the girls."

Sam pressed his lips into a tight line and did the same going to the trunk to grab their duffles.

"Cas." Dean called walking up the row of parking spaces to the yellow bug. "Thanks for inviting us."

"Of course, Dean." Cas smiled shouldering his backpack. "Um, you remember Charlie and Dorothy."

"Of course." Dean nodded giving his best debonair smile. "Ladies, how are you this evening."

"Not interested in a threesome." Dorothy answered.

"Dot." Charlie growled.

"Wouldn't dream of it." Dean assured furrowing his brow and placing a hand on his chest in mock hurt. "And I'm wounded you would think so little of me."

"Well we weren't expecting Cas to bring strays." Dorothy huffed glancing at Cas.

"Dorothy," Cas sighed, rolling his eyes. "This is Dean Winchester, he is a purveyor of lore old movies and vintage cars. Dean, this is Dorothy, a connoisseur of action movies, and fantasy/sci-fi books, and also vintage cars. It seems you two have something in common, why don't you go on and talk about that."

Dorothy glared at him, but caught Sam's movements over Dean's shoulder and seeing the Impala.

"That yours?" She asked.