"This was a bad idea," Seth named what was Roman thinking for a while now.

"Come on, guys. Look, we have everything here," Dean said. And he started to list the things as well as show, "Food, sleeping bags, flashlights . . . moon above us . . . What more could you want?"

"Girls?" Seth replied sarcastically – as if it wasn't clear – and Roman joined him in laughter.

Then the fun was over. Roman told him, "Seriously, Dean, we shouldn't have left them at home."

"What kind of camping trip would it be if we brought girls here?" Dean countered. "They can't stand nature. They'd keep asking, Where should I pee? And what do you mean by there's no shower?" Dean impersonated a woman. He kept talking in female voice, "Look there's a spider. And look, a snake! . . . I wanna go home!" Then he returned to his regular, deep voice. "This is for men! No pussies allowed."

Seth and Roman looked at each other meaningfully. They still weren't convinced. It will be hell for them when they come home. Their partners will feel betrayed for sure. Seth and Roman spend rarely time at home, and when they finally get on a holiday, they choose to go with Dean instead of being with their better halves? Unacceptable. But Dean had a point.

"You realize, though, that you'll owe me?" Roman addressed Dean.

"What exactly?" he didn't understand.

Seth did. He grinned and answered instead of Roman, "Sex."

But that comment wouldn't discomfort Dean, who replied with a smirk and a sarcastic note, "If you're interested, who am I to say no, right?"

Roman's face got sour. "Thanks. But I think I'll pass."

Then Dean looked at Seth, now making him uncomfortable as well. "Yeah, I'll take a rain check."

"But don't say I didn't offer you my services." For a moment, Dean got lost in thoughts. What if they actually agreed? He laughed aloud. Now that would be interesting.

Changing the topic, Roman asked, "Have you got any idea how to build a tent?"

Seth replied, searching the bag it was in, "I think there should a manual or something."

"Nah, I threw it out. It was unnecessary weight." The guys looked at him as if he was crazy. "We don't need it anyway. How difficult it can be to build a tent? The other day I constructed a boat."

"A boat?" Seth asked.

"Yeah, you know, one of those little boats you buy in little pieces and you need to glue them together." Seth chuckled when he imagined Dean spending his free time doing this hobby. Dean sitting behind a table, night lamp on, a tube with glue in Dean's hand and glasses on his nose. Yeah, that was a pretty strange image. And also one that was hard to believe. "What?" Dean noticed the suspicious looks.

"Nothing. Nothing. Hey, Dean, have you put your boat in one of those bottles and then placed in on the water surface?" Seth joked.

"Guys!" Roman cried. He was desperately trying to find out how to build them a provisional house for those few days in the wild. "Can you –"

"Give it to me."

Dean took charge of the organization. "Just watch how it's done."

They took it literally. Seth sat down on the grass, and so did Roman a minute later. Seth started playing with a plant that he tore from the ground. Roman, tired of waiting for a miracle to happen, lay down on the ground and decided to watch the stars. "Bad idea," he mumbled.

"I'll just put these pieces together," Dean spoke to himself.

Seth took out his phone and tried to get on the internet. It should work, he thought. But of course it didn't. There wasn't much of a signal either. "We're stuck in here," he concluded.

"No. There's a hotel nearby. It's just a ten minute ride," Roman said. He better checked before coming here. Clearly he didn't trust Dean's planning.

The two guys stood up and started walking toward the car.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dean shouted at them. He managed to proceed with the tent, but it looked nothing like it should.

"Uhm, find a place to sleep?"

"It's right here." He pointed at the unfinished tent.

"Dean," Seth spoke, "I don't know how to tell you this . . ."

"We're not gonna sleep here," Roman finished without any problems. "You'll finish it in the morning – if ever – and I'm starving." He needed more than those two sandwiches and a pack of chips they had in the back of the car.

"We can hunt."

"Yeah, right." Roman laughed. He continued his way toward the car that'd get them to a nicer place.

"You coming?" Seth stopped to ask Dean.

"No," he refused fiercely.

Seth looked at Roman, asking if they were going to leave him there alone. It was dark. The place was empty. And when he thought of all the wild animals that were living in the area, he realized it could be dangerous for Dean. "Come on, Dean. Just give up and come with us. We can have a steak, wine, bed without bugs." The attempt to change his mind failed.

"We came here to camp. Outside. Not to spend a weekend in a 5-star hotel."

"I don't think it's a 5-star hotel –"

"It doesn't matter. I came here for the wild. I'm not scared of the beasts," he said, somewhat sarcastically. "And I can build this fucking tent." He looked like he believed that in no more than five minutes it'd be done.

"Do whatever you want. I'm going," Roman said. "Seth?"

Seth was hesitating. A shower or getting even more sweaty helping his friend? "Take a break. I'll try to figure it out," he told Dean. "It cannot be that difficult."

Roman groaned. "So I guess we're staying." Sighing, he walked to help Seth.

Meanwhile, Dean sat on the ground, watching the two of them trying hard to build themselves a place to sleep. There was a smile on his face. "Teamwork, I like that. So while you two figure it out, I'll take a nap."

"Something's missing here," Roman said.

"One point for noticing," Dean said cheerfully, sitting up. "First task, find the missing part."

"What?" Seth and Roman asked in an echo.

Now Dean was standing and walking over to them. "Jeez, you thought I couldn't build a fucking tent?" He laughed. "But to make out little trip more interesting, I've planned a couple of games. First," he spoke, but the others were only in the process of trying to comprehend what was happening. "You need to deserve your cozy, first-class accommodation," he explained.

"I hate you," Roman said with despise in his voice.

"I thought that might happen. So I brought a dinner –"

"You cooked?" Seth wondered.

Dean chuckled. "I suppose that wouldn't make you like me. Don't worry, I bought it. And I got beers, too."

"Cool."

"Now you need to find the missing part – or parts," Dean stopped to think. "I actually don't remember how many. Could be one, could be five," he said, and they couldn't tell whether he was joking or not.

"What if we just took the beer?" Roman said, suggesting this option to Seth.

"That wouldn't be fun."

"So have you got us some maps or something?"

"I like the way you're thinking," Dean appreciated Seth's enthusiasm. "But no. Next time maybe. Now you just need to look very carefully. But I assure you that it's in the distance of 400 feet max."

"Just say that you don't know where you hid it."

"Do something about that attitude, Roman. Or you're not gonna win."

"Woo, is this a race?" Seth asked.

"Yeah, you know, the beer is only for the winner. And for me, of course." He was smiling as he continued, "So ready, steady –"

"This weekend's gonna suck," Roman interrupted, but the other two guys were too excited to notice.

"Go!" Dean shouted, and Seth started running like a little kid on a treasure hunt.