A/N: Hey sunbeams! I hope everything is well with you. Today's rule is from FIGHTTHEFAIRIES (great name btw ;)). I hope you enjoy!

A note about the length of these stories. I'm sorry if some of them seem to end quite abruptly, I try to prevent that happening as much as possible. I have set myself a 500 word limit for these because a) I have severe OCD and want them to be of similar lengths, b) it's more a challenge for myself and c) because they are so short it means I can usually get one written every day. I hope that clears stuff up a little, and I apologise to anyone who finds it irritating XD

Anyway, thank you for reading and for your comments :) xx


43. Prank wars are forbidden in the bunker. (Castiel)

Castiel had been alert all week. He knew that Sam and Dean were deep in one of their notorious prank wars, several of which had backfired and made Castiel the victim. He had already inadvertently brushed his teeth with garlic paste because Sam had switched it out, and had a bucket of water fall on his head which Dean had put on Sam's doorframe. They were childish and Castiel didn't understand it.

So, when he returned to the bunker one evening to find it in an unusual silence Castiel knew the brothers were off plotting.

The angel headed down to the kitchen to put away the food supplies Dean had asked for. When Castiel opened the door of the fridge he jumped back with a startled gasp. Apparently Dean had thought it would be funny to put a creepy clown mask in there to scare his brother.

Castiel frowned. He was now both tired and annoyed with all this.

He headed back up the stairs and called Sam and Dean into the hall. The two brothers trudged in like mopey teenagers who knew they were in serious trouble with their dad. Castiel made them take a seat as he stood at the head of the table.

"I don't know why the two of you think it's necessary to try and outdo each other with these silly tricks, but I have had enough of being on the receiving end of them."

"Sorry, Cas, we don't mean for them to happen to you" Sam replied sincerely.

"Yeah" Dean agreed. "It's so I can get back at this douchebag" he said indicating to his brother.

"Hey, you started it when you decided to dye my hair!" Sam argued.

"There must be a more mature way to settle things" Castiel said. "You fight enough wars as it is without having them at home as well."

"No, he wants to prank me like a little kid then I'm going to return the favour" Dean said.

"You. Started. It." Sam maintained through gritted teeth.

"Well I find that unacceptable" Castiel said. "Therefore I will be writing a rule prohibiting it."

"What? You can't do that!" Dean exclaimed. "Pranks are what, like; half of our relationship is based on."

"Yeah, this is how we bond" Sam scoffed as if it were obvious.

There was a minute of silence as Castiel mused over that.

"That's stupid" he concluded bluntly before leaving the room.

"Great. Now what are we supposed to do?" Sam asked.

"I don't know" Dean mumbled. "Wait until we're on the road I guess."

"Or…" Sam said as he leaned in towards his brother a little. "We just be more discrete. Cas doesn't have to know. They could just be unfortunate accidents that we don't know for certain was fixed up by one of us."

"Alright" Dean agreed. "So it's still on."

"Yup."

"Great….Hey, could you be a good little brother and go get me a beer out of the fridge, please?"