A/N: Once again, thanks for the reviews. I really appreciate them. Keep the feedback coming. This is a nice a short chapter to balance the lengthy chunk of the last one. Hopefully it will hold you over.

The delivery men made quick work of hauling in the new couch to the lounge. Cas was thankful he didn't have to do it himself... And he was even more thankful that Raphael, the Resident Director, approved a new couch without asking too many questions about a mangled cushion. The only catch was that he'd have to give a lecture about "proper couch etiquette." The dorm was past due for a floor meeting, anyway, so Cas just figured he'd combine the two.

As the boys gathered in the lounge, they eyed the new couch in awe and wonder.

"Alright, this should be quick. First of all, there was going to be ice cream bars, but someone decided to eat them all, despite being told not to. So, you can all thank him later."

Cas glared at Dean, silently cursing his name, hoping the others could see who he was staring at and getting the hint.

"Secondly, I want to thank you all for being so well behaved. Our floor has had the fewest write-ups on campus, so that's something to be proud of. In fact, there's only one student who's managed to get written up on our floor. Repeatedly. So, again, you can all thank him later."

Again, Cas glared at Dean who just stood there smiling at him.

"And lastly, there is a new couch. The old one had a run in with a certain someone, and had to be replaced. So, once again, you can all thank him later."

Cas glared even more.

"So, with a new couch comes some new rules. I do not want a repeat of the last incident, so listen up, because I will be guarding this couch with my life. There is no eating or drinking while sitting on the couch. If you spill something, you are to clean it up immediately. Your feet belong on the ground, not my couch. The cushions and pillows are to remain in the lounge at all times. And, most importantly, and this should go without saying, no sex on the couch or in the lounge, period. This ties into the spilling rule."

Cas saw a defiant look appear on Dean's face, and he watched as Dean walked over to the couch, sprawled out, and put his feet up. He had that damned smile on his face the entire time, too. Cas was speechless, and all the boys in the lounge turned and looked at Cas expectantly.

Cas' eyelid began to twitch. "Dean..."

Dean smiled innocently, "Yes, Cas?"

He was amazed he hadn't broken his jaw from clenching his teeth so hard. "Thank you for demonstrating what not to do. But I think they understood it without needing an example."

"It's so comfy, though."

"Dammit, Dean."

The boys in the room just stared in silence, waiting for Cas to take control.

Cas walked to the couch, and just sat on Dean's chest, pinning him and his arms. He grabbed a pillow to cover his face as well. "Well, that about covers our meeting. Any comments or questions?"

He could hear mumbles coming from beneath the pillow.

"What was that, Dean?" Cas lifted the pillow to let him speak.

"I said your ass is bony."

"What? No it's not."

"Uh, yeah... it is. It's like two elbows grinding into my-" Enough of Dean. Cas slammed to pillow back down, cutting him off.

"Anything that doesn't involve my ass?"

The boys were silent. Slightly confused as to how Dean managed to get under Cas' skin so much with such simple actions. Cas wondered that as well. What was it about Dean? Why was he such a little shit?

"No? Good. Meeting dismissed."

Cas watched as everyone filed out, one by one. He could feel Dean start to squirm.

"Problem, Winchester?" Cas wiggled his hips, settling into Dean. He could hear Dean groan loudly, and he felt a smile of satisfaction spread across his face.

"Get. Off."

"What's that? Can't hear you. There's a pillow on your face."

Cas took this chance to reach for the remote, and lean back, hopping up and down slightly. He turned on the TV and settled down, getting as comfy as possible.

"Oh look, my favorite show. Guess I'll be in here for a while." He wiggled his hips again. "Man, this new couch is so comfy."

"Caaaaas."

Dean sounded really uncomfortable, so Cas started to pity him a little. But it was still oddly satisfying. At least until he noticed the massive tent that Dean was pitching. Cas suddenly felt really weird sitting there.

"Say please, and I'll get off."

"Never."

"Then say you're sorry."

"I'm not sorry."

Cas jumped up, and slammed back down on his chest. He heard Dean grunt in pain again. "Say it."

"Fine! I'm sorry."

"What's that? A little louder."

"I'm sorry! Please get off me!"

Cas climbed off, and pulled Dean up. "There, was that so hard?"

Dean just eyed him, saying nothing. He got up, hunched over trying to conceal his rather obvious erection, and left the lounge.

Cas couldn't help but giggle.