A/N: Dean is up to something... You can almost feel it in the air.

This is a deceptively short chapter. Regardless, I hope you enjoy. I cherish each and every review I receive, so keep the train of positivity flowing. It may just help me finish my NaNo.

"You couldn't have found a bigger brush? I might as well be using a damned toothbrush."

"Quit your bitching, and scrub. Not my fault you broke my rules."

Dean just sighed and shook his head. "You wouldn't have known I was breaking your rules if you left when I asked."

"I can't believe you were jerking it when you were talking to me."

"It's not like Chuck ever leaves the room. What do you expect me to do? Explode?"

"I thought you were Mr. Casanova. You have girls all over campus trembling at the sight of you."

"Like I ever get a chance. If it's not Chuck, it's you."

Cas rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I see some mildew left in the corner."

A voice came booming in from the hallway, "Little brother! I hear you, but I don't see you."

"I'm in the shower room, Gabriel."

Dean sighed, "Oh great."

Dean watched as Gabriel sauntered in. "What'd your little boyfriend do this time?"

Cas glared at Gabriel. "Tell him, Dean."

"It's perfectly natural! I'm a healthy male. You can't blame me for my needs."

"You caught him spanking it?"

"Yup. Caught him red-handed."

"Well, well. Sounds like someone needs to get laid."

Dean looked up at him, "You're telling me. I've hit a very long, very dry spell."

"Then it's your lucky day, bucko. Yours too, Cas. I just so happen to be throwing a bitchin' party tonight. And you both can be my guests of honor. It will be a night to remember. Booze, bimbos, and blunts!"

"Nuh-uh. Dean can't do it. He and I have a little matter to attend to tonight."

"Come on, Cas. I've been good. My grades have been decent. I need this." Dean wasn't begging. No way.

"Yeah, Cas. Come on. Look at the poor boy. He looks practically depraved."

Dean watched Cas roll his eyes. "Look, if you come with me tonight, we can get some studying in, too. Please, Cas? Come with me, it'll be fun."

Cas shook his head. "Absolutely not."

Dean attempted his best puppy dog eyes. "Cas... Please? All work and no play makes Dean a dull boy."

Cas sighed, "Damn it, Dean... Okay. On one condition: you don't get completely trashed, and we leave by 1:00 AM."

"Yeah, fine. Deal. Whatever."

Dean heard a soft voice speak up from the entrance. "Um, Cas?"

"Yes?"

It's that poor kid from the lounge. Guess he finally had enough Wii for a while. "Um... I'm locked out of my room... Can you help me?"

"Yeah. I'll be right there." He turned and glared at Dean. "You keep working." Then he turned to Gabriel. "And you let him work."

Dean watched Cas leave the showers, and immediately turned to Gabriel. "You. I need your help."

"Eloquent as always, I see. How can I be of service?"

"Revenge. That darling brother of yours got all chummy with my brother and must have shared ways to torture me. So, I need to get back at him, and you're the man to go to for that. Eye for an eye, or some shit. So, spill it. What are his pet peeves? Things he hates? Ways to get under his skin?"

"You're speaking my kind of language." Gabriel thoughtfully stroked his chin. "Let's see... Cassie hates being called Cassie. Hates stupid questions. Hates cocky people. Hates people who chew with their mouth open. Hates sports. Hates loud music. Hates big cars. Pretty much everything you are, Dean."

Dean rolled his eyes. "Good to know..."

"Oh," Dean could see a light bulb click on over his head, "and he hates hangovers."

"But he doesn't get drunk. He's like some sort of magic machine. Booze go in, and nothing happens."

Gabriel smirked, "Nah. He has a weakness. Tequila. That stuff will get his panties off faster than you can blink."

"Uh... gross. But I think I can use that. I'm curious to see a drunk Cas."

"It's pretty hilarious. And the morning after is even better. He'll be hungover like you wouldn't believe."

Dean couldn't help but smile wickedly. "Perfect. Time to get a little revenge."