A/N: Enjoy. Reviews are highly appreciated.

Dean begrudgingly picked up the supplies from the front desk, making sure to avoid eye contact with anyone on the way. He probably looked like shit. He certainly felt like shit. But he knew Cas would never rest or let him rest until the mess was cleaned up.

On the way back to Cas' room, Dean made a quick stop at his own room, hoping to find some clothes so he could catch a quick shower. It might help him perk up a bit. At the very least, it'll help his back loosen up and clear the fog out of his head.

He walked in, heading for his dressed, but something didn't seem right. He noticed his blankets and pillows in a pile on the floor... He looked towards his bunk, and realized that his mattress was missing.

He tried to remain calm. He didn't want to spook Chuck. "Chuck... Do you know anything about this?"

Silence. And then the click of the keyboard. "Yes."

He was trying his hardest to stay calm. "And what do you know?"

More silence. "Your mattress was stolen."

It's surprisingly hard to stay calm... "Yes, I can see that Chuck. Do you happen to know by whom?"

"I... I was told I didn't see him."

Dean's eye twitched a little. "Chuck, Chuck, Chuck... I will ask again, nicely."

"I didn't see him."

Dean quickly left the room before snapping. Thanks to Chuck's oh-so-helpful words, he knew it was only one person, and that this person was a male. It didn't take a genius to figure out who would have done it. But Dean wasn't going to play his little game. Dean was going to find his mattress on his own before going back to clean. And, that way, Cas would never know, and his evil scheme would backfire. Suck on that.

Dean headed to the lounge, first. Sure, it was unlikely that Cas would leave it in such an obvious, public place, but he had to check. There was no mattress in there, though. Just a guy trying to play the Wii.

"Hey, you!"

The poor boy looked like he's been through a lot. He was jittery and shaky. "Yes?"

"You didn't happen to see Cas come by here with a mattress this morning, did you? Or even last night?"

"Actually, yes... This morning. He headed down the hall with it. Towards the stairs."

"Alright. Thanks."

Dean took off down the hall, heading up the stairs. He's never been up there before, but there must be something up there. This is one of the places Dean would never have thought to check on his own, so it would make it a good hiding spot.

When he reached the top, he instantly knew it had to be there. There was just one door marked 'Private Storage'. Dean tried the handle, but it was locked. Must be only accessible to the RAs with their special keys. That's cheating. Cas wasn't playing fair. Especially since Cas forced him to return the master key.

Cas was growing impatient. Dean should have been back by now. It didn't take that damned long to walk to the desk and back, even with the supplies... He must be trying to score with the desk girl. Typical.

Growling, Cas left his room, carefully stepping over the pee stain on his carpet. He glanced down the hall and noticed that the carpet cleaner was actually sitting outside Dean's room. Cas headed over there to make sure the little bastard wasn't hiding, or something.

He pushed the door open, and Chuck just sat there pointing down the hall.

"Thanks, Chuck."

Cas' hunt lead him to the lounge next. There wasn't anyone in there except for a guy trying to play the Wii. Before Cas could say anything, the boy spoke up, "There was that cocky jock kid asking about you and a mattress a few minutes ago. I figured he was looking for you... He headed up the stairs, if you want to catch him."

This hunt was a lot easier than Cas had expected it to be...

Cas quickly climbed the stairs and heard cursing coming from the top. He quieted down, like a lion sneaking up on its prey.

"Fucking Castiel. He's playing dirty." He must have been trying to pick the lock.

Cas climbed ever closer, waiting for the moment to strike.

Dean jiggled the handle more. "I should just kick his ass. He's a scrawny theater nerd."

Closer and closer.

And closer.

"DEAN!"

Dean let out a startled shriek, before spinning around and seeing the glare on Cas' face. "I didn't do nothing!"

He narrowed his eyes, and crossed his arms over his chest. "What are you doing up here, Winchester? Trying to pick the lock?"

"What? No? I came to get my damned mattress back!"

"Why would your mattress be in the RA storage room on the top floor of the dorms?"

"I don't know. Why don't you tell me, since you're the one that put it in there."

"I did no such thing, sir!"

"You're full of shit, and you know it."

"Speaking of shit, shouldn't you be cleaning my carpet? I'd hate to have to report you to the Residence Director. Raphael isn't as nice and charming as me."

"Is that why you're here? To be a slave driver? Or did you just miss me?"

"I'm here to make sure you're not goofing off... And you hiding up here, trying to pick locks, and plotting out ways to beat me up constitutes goofing off in my book. Now march your ass downstairs."

Cas escorted Dean back to his room so he could grab the supplies, and then pushed him to Cas' room so he could begin the cleaning process.

"I'm just gonna kick back, relax, and watch you. Don't want you missing a spot."

Dean grumbled something that probably wasn't too kind, but Cas chose to ignore it.

"You'll probably want to start with disinfecting the door. And be careful where you kneel. You don't want to get pee all over your knees."

Again, Dean grumbled, but started squirting the solution on the door, and wiping it off.

"Get the door frame, too. You made a pretty big mess."

"What, were you watching me pee, or something?"

"I opened the door, and you were standing there peeing. What the fuck was I supposed to do? Pinch the tip and walk you to the bathroom?"

"Yeah, you would have liked that too much."

"You missed a spot, asshole."

Dean finally finished with the door and frame, and now it was time for the carpet. Cas found some joy in the fact that this was one of those bulky carpet cleaners probably from the '80s, and hell if he knew how to use it. He was more interested in seeing if Dean could figure it out.

Dean stared at it for a bit running his hand through his hair looking pretty confused.

"What's the hold up, Dean? Don't know how to plug stuff in?"

"No, butt nugget. This thing is older than I am. How the hell does it work?"

"Well, you turn it on, and you clean."

Dean just glared, but Cas gave him a smug, satisfactory smile in return. Cas was loving every minute of this. There was something oddly empowering about having Dean fucking Winchester on his hands and knees, cleaning his room. The sight alone gave him odd feelings in his stomach. Probably joy.

After some more swearing, Dean figured out how to work the machine, and shortly after, Cas' carpet was like brand new.

"Well, it took you long enough, Winchester, but it looks nice. Good job. Now after you return all the supplies, you should probably lay down and take a nice nap. Oh wait..."

Dean glared daggers at him, but Cas just laughed in response. He laughed a little too hard, though. It came out as kind of a dorky chortle instead of a maniacal laugh. Dean couldn't help but laugh in response.

Cas watched as Dean packed up the supplies and headed out the door, carpet cleaner in tow. He stopped, and turned back to Cas with an evil smirk on his face. "You realize, until I get my mattress back, I'm sleeping in the lounge. And I can't promise or ensure the safety of those couch cushions. Just saying..."