There was a knock at his door, waking Cas from his much needed slumber. Sighing, he got up to answer the door.

Surprise surprise. It was Chuck. Again. "This better be important, Chuck. It's 4 AM."

"Dean's at it again. Drunk off his ass, singing badly. Fix it, Cas. I can't focus with him like that."

He didn't want to know why Chuck was up at 4 AM trying to write... But if he didn't know any better, he'd swear Dean fucking Winchester was out to ruin his life. "Can't you, like, smother him with a pillow or something? Just until he passes out. Don't kill him."

"Come on, Cas. It's your job to deal with him."

Sighing, he threw on a pair of pajama pants and headed down the hall, muttering the whole way. He walked into the room to see Dean sprawled out on the floor in just his boxers singing what sounded like Queen.

"Winchester! You realize you're being a nuisance? Again."

"You have fuzzy pants..." Dean reached up and started rubbing Cas' leg.

"I swear to God, Dean."

"I don't feel so good, Cassie..."

"Dean, if you ever call me that name again, I will end you."

"Just get him out of here. I was in the middle of my writing. He barged in here, throwing off my groove." Chuck was already back at his laptop, staring intently at the screen.

Cas glared at the back of Chuck's head for a moment, kicked off Dean's hand when it started petting his leg again and turned to glare down at Dean.

"You're doing this on purpose, Winchester, I fucking know it."

Dean just grinned drunkenly up at him and clung to the hem of his pants leg, tugging at them.

Cas just shook his head, holding on to his pajama pants in case Dean tugged a little too hard. "You are a pain in my ass. Can you walk, at least?"

"Noooo. The floor keeps on moving."

Cas sighed deeply. "I really really hate you, you know that?"

"You're supposta help me, Casti- Casti- Castiel."

Cas grunted and contemplated how to go about removing Dean from Chuck's presence. He'd probably have to babysit the little bastard in the bathroom for the night... So much for getting his much needed sleep. Good lord, if he flunked the test he had in the morning, there would be hell to pay for Dean Winchester.

"Okay now, we're gonna go for a little walk." Cas removed Dean's hand from his pants, and pulled him up to his side. "Nice and easy."

Dean grinned goofily at him. "Your hair smells pretty."

"Good night and good riddance. Thanks for doing your job, Cas," the voice from the computer muttered.

"Yeah, yeah... Guardian Cas is here to save your day once again." He started walking Dean out the door, closing it behind him. "Come on, dumbass, we're taking you to the bathroom."

"Don't need the bathroom. I feel fine."

"That's not what you said a few minutes ago. I don't want you puking on my floor Winchester."

"I'm fi-" Much to Cas' disdain, Dean began to dry heave.

"Damn it, Winchester!" Cas rushed him to the bathroom, pushing him into one of the stalls. It was at this moment Cas wished he grabbed something for Dean to wear. Seeing a sloppy drunk boy puking while in his boxers isn't a pretty sight.

As Dean emptied his stomach, Cas stood over him, rubbing his back. "There there. Get it all out."

He could hear Dean's voice coming from inside the bowl. "I told you I feel fine."

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes before Cas heard Dean's breathing even out and a soft snore escape from the bowl. Did he really just pass out with his face in the toilet?

Cas sighed once again, and wondered what someone would think if they saw him dragging a passed out half-naked boy into his room. He couldn't very well leave him here though, Cas wasn't that much of a bastard.

With another sigh, Cas flushed the toilet, grabbed Dean under the arms, and by some miracle got him into Cas' room.

"I'm going to regret this in the morning, I know I am," Cas muttered, releasing Dean as soon as the door to his room slammed shut behind him. He decided to ignore the resulting thud Dean's head made when it came in contact with the floor, and instead focus on getting some sleep.

He turned off his light, dove into his bed, and tossed a pillow down on Dean's sleeping body. He figured Dean would find it if he really wanted it. And with yet another sigh, he quickly drifted back to sleep.

The sleep was short lived. As if Dean fucking Winchester couldn't get any more annoying, Cas soon discovered that Dean snored. Loudly. He silently cursed God, and pitied poor Chuck as he threw another pillow at Dean, hoping to get him to roll over. If anything, it only resulted in Dean's snores growing louder and Cas' last pillow being lost on the floor.

Cas sighed, rolled over until his back was to Dean and pulled his blanket up over his head. He would get his revenge in the morning. If he didn't end up smothering Dean first anyway. Too bad he didn't have any pillows.

That morning, Cas was up relatively early, despite his night from hell. Dean was still passed out, so Cas took this moment as his chance for revenge. Going through his desk, he found his headphones and iPod. He approached the sleeping Dean, carefully placed the earphones over his ears, and picked the same obnoxious Queen song Dean had been butchering the night before. He made sure the volume was all the way up, and he counted down, and pushed play.

Cas watched, highly amused, as Dean flailed awake, a high pitched shriek working it's way out of his mouth. Cas' headphones were thrown to the other side of the room and Dean took stock of his surroundings with bleary eyes.

"I really regret not taking a video of that wake up call." Cas muttered, tossing his iPod onto his bed. Dean glared up at him, then groaned, hands moving to cover his eyes. "Have fun last night, Winchester? Apparently, that was your favorite song. I felt it was appropriate to use it to wake your ass up."

"You are all kinds of evil."

"Yeah? Well, this is just the beginning," Cas beamed evilly.

Dean huffed and fell back to the floor, pulling one of Cas' pillows over his head to block out the morning light.

"Nuh-uh. I don't think so, Winchester," Cas snatched his pillow from Dean's grasp and poked at Dean's side with his foot, "You have class in an hour. I suggest you get up and get to it."

Dean groaned loudly. "You are as bad as your brother, you know that?"

"Oh, and Dean? Next time you pass out, wear something other than skin-tight boxers. Walking back to your room with morning wood is gonna be awkward for you, especially since you're leaving my room."