This is the first of my Dictionary one shots They will be added as chapters, but are self-standing.

This is not my first work; I deleted all my old stuff and this is the beginning of my new collection. Out with the old; in with the new (so they say).

I just picked a random 'word of the day' email from my inbox (they get e-mailed to me) and flew at 'er. The oneshots are not connected (sometimes even more of drabbles). They also go off on tangents. Don't expect the chosen word to be in the story, for I focus more on the idea the word portrays (or whatever it makes me think of).

Very obviously, I do not own Supernatural.

Jaundiced: Affected with or exhibiting prejudice, as from envy or resentment.
(Set around the 5th season)

Castiel had dealt with Dean's jaundice for months now. Listening to him curse and blaspheme about Uriel and the other angels. At the beginning, it often took all his self-control to not smite the Winchester into the ground. But, as time wore on, he began to acclimatize to the man's foul language, his drinking, and his nymphomania. Actually, as the angel thought about it, it was almost tolerable now. It wasn't like he would participate in the "angel bashing" (as Sam called it) himself, but was now able stay in the same room without wanting to throttle Dean. No, now Castiel only had the small want to twitch after large strings of blaspheme. It was something he was sure his brothers would not partake in, and probably would shun Castiel for, but really, these days there was much they would reprimand him for. He only wished that he would not be sullied in the eyes of God.

He was taking care of the Winchesters, that was the important thing...at least he hoped it was.

Pulling himself out of his introspection, Castiel stood up from the wooden park bench he had situated himself on. Was a cool fall evening, leaving the park with an almost abandoned feeling, despite it lying in the heart of a large city. The trees whispered incomprehensible stories as their leaves danced in a chilling breeze. Castiel could not feel the cold, but he was certain that was what the Winchesters would describe the night as. As he stood in front of the park bench, he thought to himself where he should go; to Dean, to Heaven, to Where? His home, Heaven, was no option for him anymore, and he was sure that Dean was busy making merry over the hunt Sam and he had just finished. Perhaps he should just sit here, on this bench, surrounded by the whispering trees. Or maybe he wouldn't, he thought, as a rock tune pumped from his phone's small speakers.

Castiel didn't even bother looking at the call display before flipping open the phone and answering. "Hello," he said, trying to keep his voice calm and clear.

"Oh Cas! Hey, Sam is being a GIRL and wanted to know if you wanted to get a beer with us," Dean said. There was loud music in the background and Dean sounded more than slightly inebriated.

Castiel sighed slightly before pointedly replying, "You know that I do not partake in the consumption of alcohol, Dean."

Dean started to respond, but was cut off by Sam. A Brotherly squabble ensued for several moments before either brother answered. It was Sam. "Sorry about that Cas. Dean is a little drunk. He was supposed to ask if you could pick us up, not if you wanted a drink."

"I suppose I may give you a ride back to your motel, but may I ask. Why didn't you just call a taxi cab?"

"We didn't think of that," the younger Winchester said after a small pause.

"That is alright," Castiel said curtly. "I will be there in a moment."

"We're at the Maple's. It's on the corner of Main and third," was Sam's last rushed reply before Castiel ended the call. He shut the cell phone and slipped it back into his trench coat's pocket before vanishing into the night. He was needed.

I hope it wasn't awful; I know that drunk Dean was very very silly and out of character. Reviews are absolute love, by the way.