A/N: Short and sweet? Let's hope so. Perhaps this is the calm before the storm. I'll make up for the shortness of this one some day, I'm sure. Until then, I really appreciate the reviews I've received thus far. So, keep them coming.

Having a room with an east facing window was probably the worst thing in existence. So was the marching band that had set up camp in Cas' head. Cas didn't even want to move which was probably a good thing, he'd probably end up throwing up whatever was left in his stomach.

Cas tried to remember everything that had happened the night before, he couldn't remember much beyond the drinking game with Dean. He wasn't even sure how he got back to his room. For now, he was more focused on not dying.

That's when he heard the snoring start up from behind him. It felt like a saw was cutting through his brain, and took him a minute to realize that someone else was in bed with him. Hesitantly, Cas rolled over onto his other side, and ended up face-to-face with a naked Dean fucking Winchester.

If he could, Cas would get up and run, but his body and head wouldn't allow him. He stared at Dean, trying to remember what happened, hoping Dean wouldn't wake up anytime soon. He ran through the night as best he could. There was Gabriel's, and then that stupid Calculus game with Dean. He was doing shots. Tequila. Well, that explains a lot. Cas didn't do well with Tequila.

Dean just laid there peacefully, an occasional snore escaping, a pool of drool on the side of his mouth. Cas really wanted to shut him up. The snores were drilling into his aching brain. Cas slowly reached up, and grabbed Dean's nose, pinching it shut. Like magic, the snores stopped, but it also startled Dean awake.

Cas grimaced. "Shit..."

Dean sat up quickly, looking around sleepily, "Huh? What's wrong Cas? Gonna puke again?"

"Again?" Cas stared at Dean in confusion.

"Yeah... You puked last night. There may have been tears, too."

Cas scowled at Dean, "I don't cry."

Dean just gave a slight smile. "Whatever you say."

Cas paused, trying to take in the situation. He narrowed his eyes at Dean. "Why are you in my bed, Dean?"

"Because you begged me to stay?"

"And why are you naked?"

Dean lifted the blanket, showing Cas. "I'm wearing boxers. Not naked."

Cas sighed. "Why are you wearing nothing but boxers in my bed, Dean?"

Dean shook his head. "You must have been completely wasted."

"Tequila and I do not get along."

Dean just laughed loudly. "Obviously. You don't remember anything, do you?"

Cas groaned in pain. "I remember Tequila. And Calculus."

"Nothing else?"

Cas squeezed his eyes tight. "Dean... Please. My head is killing me, and it's about to kill you."

A sly grin spread across Dean's face. "You know... sex helps with headaches..."

"What the hell?" Cas smacked Dean's chest. "Go back to your room."

"Look, you're the one who didn't want me to leave you last night."

Can groaned loudly, "Just go awaaaaay."

Dean gave him a look of disbelief, and almost of hurt. "God, you're such a cock tease." Dean crawled over Cas, and climbed out of the bed, grabbing his shirt and jeans from the floor, pulling them on.

Cas' eyes widened, and he looked at Dean, "What are you talking about?"

"Just forget it. Oh wait. You already did." Dean turned his back to him. "Go back to sleep, ass."

Dean stormed out of the room, making sure to slam the door out of spite.

"Ow. Fucking Dean..." Cas groaned, and put his pillow over his face, hoping to black out the world's lights and sounds.