fandomhigh | Wilderness Survival - Week 4 | Thursday Morning, A Clearing in the Woods

Callisto had two lock boxes today, rather than just one. She pointed at the first box. "Shoes."

Then she pointed at the second box. "Now your clothes. Everything except your underwear."

After everyone had removed their clothing and placed it in the box, Callisto continued "If you spend a prolonged period of time in the wilderness, then it is more than likely whatever clothing you were wearing at the time will come under a considerable amount of wear and tear, especially if it wasn't designed for the environment you're in. The results can be… unpleasant to say the least.

"Luckily, it is possible to repair, and even make clothing from items found in the wilderness. Animal skins, some kinds of tree barks, vines, sinew. The possibilities, if not endless, are at least more varied than you'd think. Even luckier for you, I'm not making you hunt and forage for the raw materials.

"I think you can guess the rest of today's lesson. Use the materials I've provided to make garments to replace the ones you were wearing before. I know the equipment might be a primitive compared to what some of you may be used to, all bone needles and stone knives, but well, you'll just have to deal.

"Get to it," Callisto said. "And as an extra incentive, you're not getting your clothes back until next week, so make sure that you put a decent effort into the clothes."

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"Yeah, I think it might be a little late for that," Dean muttered, making sure the skin covering his lap was covering his lap. "I'm pretty sure my dignity is already in tiny little pieces."

"Maybe your dignity, but your pride?" Parker gave him a thumb's up, still not looking at him, but smirking just a tiny bit.

"There is that," Dean admitted, with a small smirk. Holding the skin so it doesn't slide off, he sorted through others, and picked up two others and some sinew thread. He'd make a quick loincloth kinda thing which should at least allow him to stand up without flashing everybody again.

Then he'd be able to go ask Callisto for his pants back.

Somehow, having Dean sitting there naked was less mortifying than having Alec in the same body, and Sam just couldn't hold back his laughter any longer. "You realize that I'm not going to let you forget about this for a very long time, don't you?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up."

"Damn right I'm going to laugh." Sam grinned. "How often am I going to get this kind of opportunity to do it?"

"Okay," Dean said, nodding. "Have your fun. But don't be surprised when you find itching powder in your underwear."

Sam smirked. "Thanks for the warning. Maybe I'll just have to go commando like someone else we know."

Dean shook his head. "Y'know, I can't believe you just sat there and let him strip to my altogether."

"What was I supposed to do? I was trying to stay as far away from your altogether as I could. And Callisto isn't exactly acting rationally," Sam pointed out. "If I'd tried to argue with her, I think she would have made me get naked too."

Dean made a show of thinking that over. "Yeah, I can see where that would be a deterrent," he said sympathetically. "I mean, you wouldn't want people to be able to do a comparison." He grinned widely.

Sam hit Dean hard on the arm. "Ha ha ha," he deadpanned. "I think you're the one who should be worried about a comparison. Don't forget which one of us is taller."

"It's not height that we're talking about, Stretch," Dean pointed out. "It's proportion."

"And I'm perfectly well proportioned, thank you."

Any thought like "...as far as I know," was completely implied.

Dean glanced over at Buffy and grinned. "I'm sure your girlfriend is happy to hear that, Sammy."

Sam didn't look at Buffy, because he was pretty sure the look on her face would only make him turn even more red than he was already getting. "You know, I'm almost disappointed that you got your body back now."

"No you're not," Dean said with utter confidence.

"Okay, no I'm not," Sam admitted, smiling.

"And," Dean began, completely changing the subject before things between him and Sammy could completely turn into a Hallmark card, "since you didn't get around to sparring with Alec, I guess you'll have to make do with me.

"Enough excuses, Sammy. Sparring. You and me."

Sam sighed, rolling his eyes. "What's the point, Dean? You know exactly how it's going to go - we're going to be evenly matched for a little while and then you'll come around and kick my ass. And I know how much you love doing that, but it gets kind of old after a while."

Dean's smile faded, replaced by a frown. "So you really have been avoiding... I thought we just hadn't managed to connect with a time we were both free to go practice..."

"I haven't been avoiding, really. I just figured if I didn't press you about it that maybe you'd move on to something else. Or someone else, I guess." Sam shrugged.

"Yeah, sure, I can find other people to spar with," Dean admitted, still frowning. Frowning because he was most certainly not pouting over this. "Not that any of them would be you. But if you really don't want to..."

Sam didn't need to see a pout to know that he'd disappointed Dean. "I'm sorry. Look, if it really means that much to you, then I'll spar with you."

"It kinda does," Dean admitted. "It's just.. it's something we do, y'know? A brother thing. No one else knows my moves like you do. Fighting you is always the most challenging because I have to work to surprise you." He paused and added, "And don't think I don't know, it's just a matter of time before you beat me one of these fights."

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