A/N: To make up for the short chapter, here's a longer one a day early. Enjoy. Reviews make me happy, so don't hesitate to leave one.

Saturday evening Dean made his way to Cas' room with the intention of inviting Cas to a party he'd heard about. Dean figured if he could get the RA drunk, the notes for that Calculus class would be his.

Dean had heard from one of the sophomore's a few doors down that Cas didn't party. At all. Ever. Dean figured, though, he could talk the guy into going to one of the last parties before the semester officially started on Monday.

He knocked on Cas' door with an odd sense of hesitation. Sure, Cas was kind of mean, but he must have liked Dean a little bit. He hadn't killed him yet. That must have meant something. If the roles were reversed, Dean would likely have killed Cas in a heartbeat.

The door opened, forcing Dean to focus. Cas didn't look too pleased to see him standing there, though. Maybe Dean was wrong after all. "Yes, Dean?"

Dean knew he should have practiced what he was going to say, or something. Instead he just stared at Cas dumbly until he managed to utter out some semi-intelligent thoughts. "Oh, hey... Cas... You're actually here. On a Saturday night. Don't you have plans?"

Cas narrowed his gaze. He must have known Dean was up to something. "Did you need something, Winchester?"

"Well, since you're not doing anything, I figured that maybe you might want to come with me to a little get-together off campus?" Smooth...

Dean watched as Cas defensively crossed his arms across his chest, and tilted his head. "I don't party, Dean. Especially not with residents. Residents who also happen to be minors."

"No, no one said anything about a party. It's just a little get-together."

Cas relaxed a little bit, "And where is this little 'get-together' going to be?"

"About two blocks down. In a bright pink house."

Dean could see a sly grin spread across Cas' face. Cas shook his head in what appeared to be disbelief. "A bright pink house? You've got to be kidding me..."

A moment of silence passed... "Is that a yes?"

"Oh, you bet. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Dean didn't really trust that grin on Cas' face, but if he could just get him drunk and get on his good side, then the notes were as good as his. Like taking candy from a baby. A drunk baby. Babies were uncoordinated enough as it was... but throw booze into the mix... Where the hell was Dean's train of thought?

Since the house was so close to campus, they agreed to walk there together. Dean said nothing on the way there, but Cas still had that damned grin on his face. Dean was starting to get suspicious.

When they arrived, Dean was actually surprised. The "little get-together" was really nothing but. From the looks of it, just about every Freshman on campus was there. And here he thought he was special... But Dean got a strange feeling when Cas walked right in, as if he knew exactly where he was going.

Despite the house being packed full of Freshmen, Dean didn't really know anyone there except for Cas... So Dean let the curiosity and suspicion win him over, and nonchalantly followed Cas around, trying not to look too obvious.

Cas has obviously been in this house before. He knew his way around, and he walked around with a certain comfort. Dean slunk back as he watched Cas walk up to an older looking guy, obviously the owner of the house. Most likely the host of the party. He tried his best to overhear their conversation.

"Aren't you a little old to be throwing these 'get-togethers'? I'm surprised no one's called the cops on you for being a creeper."

"Yeah, missed you, too. I'm surprised you're here," the older man said.

He watched as the older man gave Cas a really awkward hug. Dean couldn't help but laugh at the sight.

"Oh, and who's your little friend, Cas? Finally come out of the closet?" the older man asked.

"Haha, asshole. He's no friend of mine. He's one of my Freshy residents. He is the thorn in my side, and the bane of my existence, also known as Dean Winchester."

Dean stepped forward, reaching out to shake the man's hand.

"Dean, this is my brother Gabriel."

Gabriel shook Dean's hand. "You're one of those pretty boys, aren't you? You sure you're not tapping this, Cas? I mean, how many years has it been since you've had a girl?"

Cas pretty much face-palmed at that. "Why is my sex life so important to you?"

"Why isn't it more important to you? Your dick is gonna fall off from disuse. I'll have to start calling you 'Cassie' all the time."

Dean felt very very awkward in the middle of this sibling dispute, so he slowly backed out of the discussion. This was a party, and there was bound to be alcohol. And drunk chicks. He looked around, hoping to find his target for the night.

He spotted a hottie drinking with her friends by the keg in the living room. He would have to somehow separate her from the herd, but he liked a challenge. He headed towards the keg, hoping to score some drinks and a chick.

After six beers, Dean was feeling pretty good, even though he was outright rejected by the girl he had his eyes on. He figured he better focus on Plan A, then. He stumbled and fumbled his way around, trying to find Cas, hoping he was just as wasted as Dean. He knew for a fact that Cas had drank more than he did; he watched him every time he walked towards the keg to get a refill. So now was the perfect time to con the notes out of him.

He finally found Cas in the kitchen, drinking out of a tell-tale red plastic cup. "Cas, I have a propo- propos- an idea."

Cas narrowed his eyes at Dean, tilting his head. "Yes, Dean?"

Dean tried to focus his eyes on him, but had a hard time seeing straight. "I challenge you to a drink-off. When I win, you give me your Calc notes."

"And if I win?"

"I'll be a good boy for a week. An angel. You won't even notice me."

Dean didn't like the grin that crept on Cas' face, or how quickly Cas agreed to it. Maybe this wasn't such a smart idea...

Five shots later, Dean could hardly stay standing, but Cas looked completely unfazed. Dean could hardly believe his eyes. Cas must have been some sort of mutant, or something. Dean, against his better judgment, felt a small amount of respect for the guy. Anyone who could down that many shots, on top of how much he'd had to drink earlier, was just plain awesome.

"You're not looking so hot, Dean. Thought you were gonna win." Cas had a cocky grin on his face.

"I'm just gonna... gonna lay down for a minute..."

The next morning, Dean woke with a start when a cupboard slammed near his head. He came to, realizing he was on the floor in an unfamiliar kitchen. His head pounded when he tried to move, so he just continued to lay there.

"Have fun last night?" It was Gabriel.

"Where am I?"

"You passed out on my floor, Freshman."

"Where is Cas?"

"He left your ass here."

"Oh." Dean wasn't disappointed. No, not one bit.

"Aww, don't look so sad. I'm sure it tore him apart inside to leave his little man-crush behind."

"What is it with you and the gay jokes?"

"Who's joking? And you have about 10 minutes to get out before I drag your ass out the door."

"Man, the Novak family is full of douches..."

"And proud of it. Now get out."