A/N: This scene takes place after Balthazar returns from his flight lesson. He did after all promise Cas that they'd visit the Hall of Records and have a go at rearranging Raphael's things.
Summary: Balthazar and Castiel capitalize on their plan to further mess with Raphael
2. In Which Balthazar and Castiel Have No Clue Who Dewey Is but They're Messing up His System
"Bal, we're going to get in trouble, let's just get out of here."
"We're not gonna get in trouble Cassie, besides, you promised," Balthazar whined.
Biting his bottom lip, Castiel nodded slowly, "ok, fine let's do this."
Grinning Balthazar gave Castiel a hug, "you're the best Cas."
"Let's just hurry up before Raphael gets back, Gabriel can only keep him preoccupied so long."
"You'd be surprised by just how many country western songs Gabriel knows and is willing to sing in an extra warbled voice to grate on Raphael's nerves. Not to mention that he'd just have to flash those honey eyes of his and Raph will stay for fear of causing the waterworks, and if by some miracle he resists the puppy dog eyes, well Gabriel is not above smiting on principle," Balthazar spoke between giggles as he reached out tugging Castiel by his wrist, "but come on, we have work to do."
Castiel smiled following willing behind Balthazar as they passed through the door labeled 'Raphael's Collection', it was just too easy setting things up this way. Looking around at the multiple bookshelves housing texts upon texts, Balthazar turned to face Castiel.
"Well I suggest we get a move on, not a single book should be in order when we leave," he replied with a wink.
Castiel smiled shyly "race you?"
"You're on," Balthazar smirked as he took off for the nearest bookshelf and quickly began pulling out books.
Steadily making their way through the shelves, the angels shuffled books around, occasionally going so far as to throw the texts across the room to one another putting them on completely separate bookcases than they started with. Admittedly Balthazar seemed to take this as a personal challenge and was soon scaling one of the bookcases to store, what he knew was Raphael's favorite text atop the bookcase.
Dropping down Balthazar dusted his hands on his pants and moved back to inspect his handiwork. Spines once labeled alphabetically, now no longer held any semblance of order to their placement. Grinning Balthazar turned to Castiel who was tippy toeing on the edge of a precariously balanced chair, as he tried to fit a book on the top shelf.
Eyes roving over Castiel's lean form stretching to put the book up, fingers straining upwards, his tongue sticking out as he tried to reach the shelf, Balthazar allowed a small appreciative smile to pull across his face. The moment was short lived however, when Castiel lurched forward losing his balance and dropped the book, his arms moving out reaching for something to hold onto.
Balthazar was across the room in seconds catching Castiel as he tumbled over. With a loud "oof" as the younger angel crashed into his chest, elbow cracking against his sternum, Balthazar wrapped his arms around Castiel murmuring a soft "you okay Cassie?"
Nodding Castiel turned his head to look up at Balthazar and found himself nearly nose to nose with the older angel. Cheeks burning red on their own volition, Castiel stammered out a "yes, I'm fine."
Shoulders relaxing, Balthazar smiled, "you gave me a scare there."
"I'm sorry," Castiel spoke averting his eyes, because if he kept looking in those grey pools he was certain he'd end up doing something stupid, though if he's honest with himself, it wouldn't be all that unwelcome.
"It's not your fault Cas," Balthazar whispered moving his arms to get a better hold on the angel, "just next time just ask for help."
Castiel opened his mouth to respond but before he could say a thing there was a loud crash from outside the corridors.
"Whiskey river, take my mind, don't let her memory torture meeee."
Gabriel. Which could only mean one thing…
Eyes snapping towards one another, Balthazar mouthed "Raphael."
Nodding furiously Castiel's eyes widened in fright, "we need to get out of here," he hissed as the sound of Gabriel's wailing got steadily closer only now they could hear the accompanied "Gabriel, for the last time, Dad never created a river of Whiskey, so no, it can't take your mind!"
Hand shooting out to wrap around Castiel's wrist, Balthazar spun around tugging the younger angel to follow him as they wound in between the numerous bookshelves to the back door exit. Door slamming shut behind them, Balthazar crashed against the door breathing heavily trying to stifle his laughter.
"Oh Dad that was close!"
Bent over gulping in air, Castiel nodded, looking up he panted out "how did I ever let you talk me into that?"
Grinning Balthazar puffed out his chest gripping the front of his jacket, "I like to think it was my enticing wit, but it could have been my spectacular charm and dashing good looks," he replied cheekily with a flirtatious wink.
Castiel shook his head straightening up and poking Balthazar, "nah, I think it was my undying loyalty that let me be talked into your bonehead plan," he replied before turning to walk down the stairs.
"Bonehead? Now Cassie that hurt," Balthazar called out as he hurried down the stairs trying to catch up with the little angel.