The next day before Cas showed up, Dean put a little something in Cas's burger without Sam noticing. Sam did however question why Dean got Cas a burger.
"Think of it as a peace offering, Sammy," Dean said, hiding his smirk. Sam looked at Dean suspiciously.
"Sure...," Sam said, no believing it. Just then, Cas popped up. Dean ignored him and began to eat his burger.
"Is this for me?" Cas asked, pointing to the burger. Sam rolled his eyes and decided to go along with it.
"Yeah, I know how much you love burgers, and I know how you've been having a hard time," Sam said, looking pointedly at Dean. Dean rolled his eyes, but smirked slightly, his brother had slightly redeemed himself for not helping with the sticky notes. Cas smiled and sat down. He picked up his burger and took a bite. As soon as he did, his mouth was on fire. Cas's eyes widened and began to water. Cas ran to the sink and frantically shoved water in his mouth. It wasn't helping. Dean rolled with laughter. Cas quickly ran over and took Sam's drink.
"Hey!" Sam said trying to grab his drink back, but Cas was on the other said of the room. Dean continued to laugh. Sam looked at Dean.
"What the hell did you do?" Sam asked. Dean laughed more.
"I may have put a lot of jalapeno sauce on his burger," Dean said, laughing harder. Cas, having finished Sam's drink, which only seemed to dim the fire in his mouth, started towards Dean with a murderous look in his eyes. Dean, too busy laughing to notice, was surprised when he was lifted by his shirt and face-to-face with Cas.
"You will pay for this, Dean. I thought you learned your lesson," Cas basically growled. Dean, after recovering from the shock, rolled his eyes.
"Oh angel, I couldn't let you get off that easily, now could I?" Dean said with a forced laugh. He would be lying if he said he didn't find Cas a little intimidating. He was worried of what Cas had planned for him. Dean swallowed nervously under Cas's glare.
"I can hear your heartbeat, Dean. Don't pretend that you aren't afraid," Cas snarled and dropped Dean. Dean slumped to the ground and forced himself to roll his eyes.
"I'm not afraid of a friggin' angel," Dean lied, standing up. Cas turned to glare at him.
"You should be," Cas retorted and stormed out the door.
"Ooooo, I'm so scared," Dean said and forced a laugh. Sam stared at his brother.
"You're toast, dude," Sam said, staring at him. Dean swallowed nervously.
"Can't you help protect me or something?" Dean asked nervously. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Oh, no. This is between you and Cas. I'm not getting the middle of it," Sam said sternly and walked over to eat his salad. "You owe me a drink."
"I owe you a drink?" Dean asked with raised eyebrows. "Cas is the one who drank it."
"Yeah, and who's fault is that?" Sam asked, annoyed. Dean glared at Sam and walked over to the T.V. He grabbed the remote and forcibly pressed the on button. He was going to get Sam.
The next day was torture for Dean. He was on edge constantly, wondering what Cas would do next. Every time Sam would make a loud noise Dean would jump and look around, this only made Sam want to do it more. Sam laughed every time he made Dean jump. Dean glared at him when he laughed. The only thing keeping him sane was that he had a prank in mind for Sam. The next night, Sam went to the store for a supply run. Dean smirked and put his plan into action.
Earlier, Dean had gone and bought clown every thing. Clown posters, stuffed clowns, clown pillows, and many other clown things. Dean smirked and began to put the clown posters up all around Sam's bed. He hid Sam's pillows and put the clown ones there instead. He put five stuffed clowns on the pillows and another five on the rest of the bed. He even stuffed one under the sheets. Dean stood back and admired his work. Now he waits.
"I'm back," Sam said, not looking up. He set the bags down and went to go sit on his bed. When he sat down, he felt something under him. He reached down and grabbed a stuffed clown. He looked at it, yelled, and threw it across the room. Dean began to laugh loudly. Sam jumped up and looked at his bed, shocked. Clowns, clowns everywhere. Sam gasped and backed away. By now, Dean was hunched over laughing so hard.
"That's not funny, Dean!" Sam yelled, embarrassed and furious. Dean only laughed harder.
"I..think..it...is...hilarious!" Dean said in between laughs. Sam scowled and began to rip down the clown posters. He grabbed one of the clown pillows and threw it a Dean. Dean threw it back and it hit Sam in the face, causing him to jump back. Sam threw all the clown pillows off and noticed something was missing.
"Where the hell are my pillows, Dean?" Sam asked angrily. Dean laughed.
"Sorry, little brother. Looks like you are going to have to sleep on Mr. Clown," Dean said, smirking. Sam started to walk over to Dean's bed to steal on of his pillows. Dean blocked his way. Sam growled and pushed Dean out of the way. Dean laughed and allowed him to take a pillow. Sam grabbed a pillow angrily and walked over to his bed. He hit a laughing Dean in the face with a stuffed clown. Sam set the pillow an glared at Dean. "What? You mess with the bull you get the horns right?"
"What did I do?" Sam asked annoyed. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Don't act innocent. You didn't help me with the post-it notes and you said I was on my own with, Cas. You couldn't help your big brother out," Dean said annoyed, but happy that he had successfully gotten his brother back. Sam glared at his brother.
"That's because I didn't want to get in the middle of it! It was your fault for messing with Cas in the first place!"Sam said angrily.
"Yeah, well whatever. You still could have helped," Dean said, going to sit on the couch. Sam rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. I'm going to sleep," Sam said walking cautiously back to his bed, afraid that his brother had planted more clowns somewhere. Dean watched his brother and laughed. Sam quickly jumped into the bed to save himself from more embarrassment. He realized his mistake when he felt himself land on something. He jumped and quickly reached down to grabbed the stuffed clown. He scowled and threw the clown at his laughing brother.