"Okay folks, let's get this over with." Cas pulled out his list of residents. "When I call out your room number, just let me know if both you and your roommate are here."

The residents seemed rather put-off by Cas. But that's what Cas wanted. If they feared him, then they were a lot less likely to give him trouble. His job was to keep them alive, not be their friend. He already determined who the trouble makers would be in his initial rounds. Well, the trouble maker. That Winchester boy. He had that look about him.

Cas made his way down the list before finally landing on, "Room 14?"

Chuck hesitantly spoke up, "Uh, Dean isn't here."

He sighed. "And where is he?"

"Well, after you threatened him, he just kinda laughed it off. He's probably still in the room with his brother, or something."

He suppressed a noise, sounding a lot like a growl. "Everyone stay put. I'll be back in a minute," and with that, he stormed out of the lounge. From down the hall, he could hear some girlish giggles. As he approached, he saw Dean Winchester chatting up some stray girl.

"Winchester. I believe you have somewhere to be right now."

"I was on my way, but I got, uh... distracted by, uh... What's your name, darling?"

The girl simply giggled. She opened her mouth to speak, but Cas cut her off, "Winchester. Get your ass to the lounge. Now."

"Yeah, on my way." Dean chose to completely ignore Cas. Instead, Dean was focused on the girl, running his hand up her arm. "You know I'm a baseball player, right? You should come watch me practice one day."

The girl giggled some more, and began to blush. Cas rolled his eyes, "You've got to be kidding me."

Dean turned his eyes towards Cas in a glare. "I said I was on my way. You're cramping my style, dude." Dean's hand managed to make it to the girl's neck.

Having had enough, Cas grabbed Dean by the shoulders, and pulled him away from her. "When I say go, you go. Now march."

Dean didn't seem too pleased by this. "What the hell? You just cockblocked me!"

Cas scoffed, "Oh please. Like you even had a chance."

Dean yelled down the hall as he was being pushed away, "Call me!"

Cas finished shoving Dean towards the lounge. "Alright, now that we're all here, I need to go over the rules. First, quiet hours start at 10 PM. Not 10:01. If I hear a peep coming from your room, you and I will be having a discussion. Second, this is an all-boys floor. Not co-ed. That means no girls in your rooms after quiet hours... Winchester. If you are caught with a female in your room, you will be personally humiliated by me. Third, no alcohol if you're under 21 years of age. If I find booze in your room, I will make you watch as I slowly pour it down the drain."

The room grew quiet as people began to realize Cas was not messing around. He got a certain joy out of it. Fear and intimidation are powerful tools.

"Fourth, and probably the most important: we have communal showers, so, please, no jacking off in there. It will clog the drain. It has happened before. I don't think you want to shower with some other man's goo on your feet. If you are somehow caught doing it, you will be forced to scrub the shower."

Cas glared at the boys gathered in the room, especially at the few who dared to snicker. Dean glared back. Boy, if looks could kill.

"Now that the rules are out of the way, welcome to college. If you need me, you know where to find me. But unless you've set yourself on fire or are dying, then leave me the hell alone. You stay away from me, and I stay away from you. Simple, right?"

And with that, the boys started leaving the room, heading back to their dorms, not daring to speak. Cas noticed that Dean stayed behind, still glaring daggers at him. Cas sighed, "Yes, Dean?"

Dean gave Cas a seemingly evil smirk, and slowly walked out of the lounge, "This is just the beginning, Castiel..."