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Cas made it to class, despite being tired as hell. He managed to ace his test, which wasn't too much of a shock, but his mind and body regretted the night before. Dean's antics really wore him down. He felt much like a zombie. But he couldn't help but smile at the revenge he had gotten in the morning. It was just perfect, and the little shriek that Dean let out? Priceless.

Cas collapsed on his bed the second he got into his room. He felt like he could sleep for a week. Not to mention he was achy all over, and his nose was getting plugged up. He really wished he had some Advil or something laying around, but, instead, he'd just sleep it off...

Until, of course, someone came knocking on his door.

Grumbling, Cas crawled out of bed, and flung the door open. "What do you want!"

He just heard a burst of laughter. "What's got your panties in a bunch?"

"What do you want, Gabriel?"

"Just came to check up on my baby brother." He let himself in, walking past Cas, and sitting at his desk.

Cas walked to his bed, and collapsed on it. "Well, your baby brother feels like he's going to die. And it's all your fault."

"Why is it myfault?"

"Because you keep giving booze to Dean."

"I do no such thing!"

"I don't know what you're plotting or scheming, but if I have to deal with his drunk ass again, I'll be going after you."

"Yeah, you're welcome."

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing... Forget about it. I actually came by to see if I could borrow a few dollars..."

"Can't you ask Mom or Dad?"

"Oh, you're a funny guy. You know they don't talk to me."

"They don't talk to me either, remember?"

"That's your own fault."

It's true. Cas' family essentially disowned him when he decided to be a theater major rather than theology. Cas' father was upset that Cas decided to rebel, and not follow in the family's footsteps. And Gabriel was always the black sheep of the family. No room in religion for pranksters. So, they had to look out for each other.

"Gabe, you know I don't have extra cash."

"What, they don't pay you for babysitting Winchester?"

"Oh, they pay me. But they don't pay me enough."

"I'll pay you back, I promise."

"With what? Hugs? What do you need the money for anyway?"

"Booze. I'm planning a bitchin' party, and I need to replenish my stock."

"I refuse. You having a party means that Dean will be there drinking. And a drunk Dean means a nightmare for me."

"Aw, come on, Cassie."

"Absolutely not. And cut out that 'Cassie' shit. You know I hate it."

"Don't make me beg, baby brother."

"I think it's time for you to go. I need my sleep. I feel like death."

"Whatever..."

"Let me escort you in case there's a Winchester wandering about. Last thing I need right now is for you two to plot and scheme."

Cas ushered Gabriel out of his room, and down the hall towards the exits.

"You feel really warm, Cas. Are you sure you're alright?"

"No. I don't feel the greatest."

"Want me to stay with you?"

"Absolutely not."

"Fine. You're so pushy."

Cas clutched his stomach, and quickly doubled over as he heaved. Gabriel's shoes were in the way, and got a healthy dose of vomit as Cas expelled his breakfast and lunch. Gabriel just stared at Cas in disbelief.

"I... can't believe you did that."

"I feel so much better."

Gabriel just narrowed his eyes at Cas, pondering intently. "You will pay for this. Not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But you will pay. And I will enjoy it. And it will involve Winchester."