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194. Scream
The sound of a loud, long scream made Castiel mess up a line on his sketch. Scowling, he dumped his pad on the table beside him and went to see what was wrong.
"What's going on?" he said, entering the kitchen. Sam was panting and glaring daggers at Dean, who was grinning and holding a clown mask.
"Just played a joke on Sammy!" Dean said.
"A joke? You jumped out at me with a clown mask! You know I hate clowns!" Sam snapped. Castiel raised his eyebrows at Dean.
"What? It was funny!"
"I'm sorry but I'm siding with Sam," Castiel said. "I won't be sleeping with you until I feel that you have made proper amends for your horrible prank, Dean. I'm sure that Sam will notify me when he feels that you have made up for it."
He smiled at Sam and marched out of the kitchen.
"Aww, c'mon!" Dean complained.
"You're my slave now, Dean!" Sam said gleefully. "I hold the power of life or death over your sex life! Make me a sandwich!"
"Cas, let's talk about this!" Dean called. Castiel just smiled and returned to the table and his sketch. He was so good at disciplining his naughty husband and he would make sure that Dean received a proper punishment when Sam had decided that he had made up for his prank.