The List Of Things We Can Do To Give Castiel A Headache

By The Tribble Master and YohKo Benningotn

One. Bribe bobby to use his powers against Castiel.
Two. Having him drink ten bottles of Tequila in a row. One after another.
Three. Having Uriel take away all coffee and Advil and other hangover remedies after getting Castiel drunk.
Four. A hooker hitting his head with her purse.
Five. Sam "accidentally" knocking some of Bobby's library (the random stacks of books) onto him.
Six. Having his apple pie taken away.
Seven. Having Dean tell him no. Again.
Eight. Accidentally breaking Sam's laptop.
Nine. Discovering that someone has been writing on his wings when he's passed out
Ten. Reading what they wrote in his wings.
Eleven. Having to explain to Lucifer, again, that vehicle transportation is very slow and no, for the love of god, he does not want to go on a road trip with the devil.
Twelve. Listening Gabriel and Lucifer whining about Michael for an hour.
Thirteen. Having Anna make fun of wings, just because purple is isn't the standard wing color.
Fourteen. The voice in his cell phone announcing he only has one minute left.
Fifteen. Dean panicking just because Castiel swerved the Impala while learning to drive, I mean c'mon- so he hit a tree! He was learning! And that squirrel was to cute, he couldn't hit it.
Sixteen. Bobby yelling at him because he drank all the Tequila in the house.
Seventeen. Chuck throwing empty bottles at him just because he inadvertently blew up the computer with the last twenty chapters of his book.
Eighteen. Trying to understand Dean's jokes.
Nineteen. Trying to understand where Anna went. (after she fell)
Twenty. Having to read this list.

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And lastly, so fanfiction net doesn't get angry at me for not posting a story (YET) here is a story (of sorts):

Castiel walked over to Dean who was scribbling furiously at his paper. "Whatcha doing?" the angel asked innocently.

Dean looked down and blushed. He hugged the mangled list close to his chest. "Nothing."

Castiel scowled. "Show me."

Dean rolled his eyes. "No. This list would give you a headache."

Castiel crossed his arms over his chest, determined to somehow discover the contents of the list. A sly smile crossed over his angelic features, "Dean, how'd you like to have a drinking contest with me?"

.:To Be Continued:.