This means war

Dean stepped out of his home in Lawrence, Kansas with his robe wound tightly around himself and matching slippers on his feet. He inhaled the cool September morning air deeply and exhaled with a large smile. He waved at the elderly couple that walked every morning at the same time as they walked by.

Oh yeah. Today was going to be a great day. Just like every day. He bent down to pick up the daily newspaper and placed it under his arm to head back inside.

He walked around his home with ease and made his way to the small dining room table where his cup of coffee sat readily. The toasters timer dinged indicating that his waffles were ready just like they did at the same time every morning.

He picked them up and placed them on a plate where he proceeded to cut them up and pout syrup all over them. He sat his plate down in front of him by the newspaper and sat down contently.

He ate with no rush and pushed his plate to the side once he was done. He was happy that it was Saturday which meant a much needed lazy day for him.

He picked up the newspaper and scanned quickly through the events that his town called news. He drank his coffee and smiled once it was gone.

Dean walked over to his sink and washed the dishes. Then, went to sit on his couch to watch the morning news. Some may say his life seemed fairly boring and mundane but he had to say the opposite. He liked the routine of it all. There were no surprises and that's exactly how he liked it. What could he say? He was a creature of habit.

He sighed when the news ended so he decided to get up and get ready for his day.

He walked back into his living room cleanly shaven and showered wearing an old pair of blue jeans, a plain black t shirt with a green flannel over it. He sat back onto his couch and rubbed his hands down his legs. What was it that he usually does on weekends?

He goes through this every weekend and he still can't remember. He sighed to himself and flipped boredly through T.V channels. He found a channel playing college football and he found himself thinking about who would make it to the playoffs this year.

His thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash coming from outside. He jumped off his couch quickly and ran outside to see a large Uhaul truck backing up into the driveway across the street and from the looks of it the large crash was the driver taking off his front bumper of his Impala that was parked in front of the curb.

He felt anger flood in his chest for the first time in a long time and next thing he remembers is running over to the Uhaul truck where the driver was getting out. "Hey! You just took off my bumper!," he yelled in annoyance at the man with moppy dark hair.

The man smiled and had the guts to laugh in his face. "Oh, man. These things are huge! Can you believe they rent these out to anyone?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Dude! Did you not hear me? I said you ripped off the bumper of my classic chevy impala!"

"And?," he asked unamused.

"And?!," Dean was nearly screaming.

"Yeah. That's what I just said. Did you not hear me?," he answered sarcastically.

Dean wanted to rip his head off in that moment but he was a civilized person. He'd just exchange insurance and be on his way. He closed his eyes and counted to three before exhaling.

He opened his eyes to see the man with ocean blue eyes staring at him oddly. "Look, you're obviously new to the area so I'm going to give you a pass since we're neighbors but I need your insurance information so I can file a claim."

The man had his arms crossed and was looking at Dean in amusement with a lazy smile formed on his face. "File a claim? Is that how you welcome people to the neighborhood?"

Dean tightened his fist and resisted the urge to swing at the guy even though every bone in his body was screaming at him to do it. "Well, I would've baked you a pie but you mangled my car," he said calmly through gritted teeth.

The man's blue eyes sparkled. He knew that he was he getting under Dean's skin and he was enjoying every second of it. "Here," he said as he pulled his wallet out and dug through it before pulling out three one hundred dollar bills, "No need to get insurance involved."

Dean furrowed his brow and looked at the money in his hand confused. The other man's eyes flashed to something behind him before looking back at Dean, still clearly amused. "You might wanna hurry up and cut this little bit short before someone turns your bumper into scraps of metal in the middle of the street."

Dean whipped his head to see that he was right. He had stupidly left it in the street in the middle of his anger. He took a step forward and watched in horror as a truck hit it head on and dragged it a few feet down the road. His hand flew to his mouth and his eyes felt like they were going to bug out of his head.

He heard the man laughing behind him. "Hey! I warned you," he said through his laughs.

Dean pursed his lips and ran to pick up what was left of his bumper before anyone else could hit it. He walked sadly back to his house and placed the bent up piece of metal next to his Baby on the curb.

He felt eyes on him and was met with blue ones staring right back at him. He had his arms behind his back and Dean could tell he was stifling a laugh.

Dean rolled his eyes, "This isn't over!"

"Best 'welcome to the neighborhood' gift ever," the man said amused.

Dean tried his best to keep his lip from twitching upwards in anger. This was the guy that bought the house across from him? No. He couldn't do it. He needed a plan to get this guy out of his neighborhood.

He took quick strides across his yard to his front door. He could still feel the strangers eyes still watching his every move. He turned around to see him give him a small wave. Was he taunting him now? The bastard.

He tried not to think of the way he could see the color of his blazing blue eyes even from across the street.

Dean shook his head and walked inside his home, making sure he slammed the front door hard. Who was this guy? Whoever he was he wouldn't be here for long. Dean would make sure of that.

XXX

The next day his plan was ready but first he needed to do a lot of surveillance with the help of his best friend, Charlie, of course.

They sat in his dark living room so the man across the street couldn't see them watching him from the large window. He finally finished moving all his stuff inside and now all Dean needed to figure out was his routine.

"I don't know, dude. This seems a little over dramatic don't you think?," Charlie asked and shoved a stack of chips into her mouth.

Dean shook his head and adjusted his binoculars into place. "Absolutely not. I can't have someone ruining this neighborhood. Not to mention the entire sake of our town."

Charlie rolled her eyes and plopped down next to Dean on the hard wooden floor. "Its nine thirty p.m. on a Sunday night. Don't you have work in the morning?"

Dean scoffed and shook his head. "I'm the boss. I can come in whenever I feel like it but this is about something more important, Charlie. This is about revenge."

Charlie threw her head back with laughter. "Are you serious? I think the last time you got 'revenge' was when Raphael keyed your car in high school!"

Dean shrugged nonchalantly, "Mhm. And the next day I put sugar in his tank and he never messed with me again."

"Shutup!," she hissed as she took the binoculars from Dean and readjusted them herself.

"What do you see?," he asked impatiently.

"It looks like he's going to sleep. All the lights are off in his house," she replied and dropped the binoculars so they were now only hanging around her neck.

"Okay. So I figure we start off with just the classic TPing his tree out there and then we gradually move up to more intense pranks on him. He'll be out of here in no time," Dean instructed with excitement clear in his tone.

"I don't know, Dean. I mean we're twenty-three now. Don't you think it's all a bit juvenile?," she asked with hesitation.

"Charlie," Dean started, "When that guy was picking on you in eight grade for being a lesbian, who was the one that filled his locker with shaving cream and hair?"

Charlie fought a smile, "You did."

"And who was the one that had to flirt with that cop to stop you from getting arrested?," he continued.

Charlie smiled, "You did but you did give him the phone number to the rejection hotline."

Dean nodded and smiled fondly, "And I'd happily do it all again because it was for you. Now are you going to do this for me?"

Charlie paused and thought for a minute before taking the binoculars off around her neck and standing up quickly. "Lets do this, bitch."

XXX

"Shh!," Dean hissed at Charlie an hour later as they crept into the strangers lawn.

Charlie gave him an apologetic smile and carefully opened the backpack filled with toilet paper. She handed a roll to Dean and took another one out for herself.

"Are you sure you want to do this?," she whispered, "I mean, you are a mechanic with your own shop and the guy did give you three hundred bucks to make up for it."

"No," Dean whispered back, "Because first he's taking off my bumper and the next thing you know my house is on fire. We're doing this."

Charlie nodded sullenly and threw her toilet paper roll into the tree where it wrapped around a branch and came back down. She caught it easily and began wrapping the tree completely in it.

Dean smiled and gave her a thumbs up as he got to work himself. Six toilet paper rolls and fifteen minutes later and their work was finished. He and Charlie ran across the street quickly and burst into a fit of laughter as soon as they closed his front door softly.

"Oh man! I feel like I'm in high school again," she laughed and wiped away a tear.

Dean nodded, "See?! I told you it would be fun. I just wish I could see the look on his face when he sees it tomorrow."

Charlie laughed again and shook her head. "This has been fun and all but I've gotta get going. Cant make Dorothy wait up."

Deans heart sank. "Oh. Right. Yeah, go. Thanks for helping me out tonight."

Charlie hugged him tight, "No problem. And call me when it's time for phase two."

Dean nodded, "You got it," he said and closed the door behind her.

He turned back around to face his empty home where he was once again reminded that he was utterly alone.

XXX

Dean felt refreshed after his usual routine of breakfast, coffee and a shower. He felt giddy as he practically bounced outside to go to work.

He opened his door where his eyes immediately landed on the stranger who was leaned up against the tree still covered in his and Charlie's work. He smiled proudly.

It looked even better in the day time the way the steady Autumn wind blew against the flowing toilet paper wrapped along the branches. Dean tried to ignore the man's steady gaze as he walked to his car.

"Hey," the man said calmly.

Deans eyes head shot up and they made eye contact. The man squinted. "I'm Castiel. We never got to exchange pleasantries yesterday."

Dean furrowed his brow but cleared his throat. "Uh, I'm Dean."

Castiel gave a lopsided smile and gestured to the tree he was leaning on. Dean stood his ground and shrugged but there was a small smile playing at his lips.

Castiel raised an eyebrow, "Oh, it is so on."