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CHAPTER ONE: OF ANGELS AND PANTIES

Dean and Sam were enjoying their first real break in weeks, kicking back and downing some beers together. Suddenly, a thump, a crash and an 'ouch!' informed them of Castiel's arrival. The angel tottered in, rubbing his rear end. His coat was buttoned and tied shut, which wasn't like him at all. He then abruptly put his back against the wall.

"Someone left a basket of clothes out there again," he notified them, glued to the wall. "I trust you to find the owners and reprimand them for their carelessness?"

Dean gave an exaggerated sigh. "How many times do I have to tell you; it's a laundry basket! It's supposed to be out there!"

Sam shut his laptop and turned to the perpetually confused angel. "What's the matter, Cass? Another case? And why are you so far back?"

The angel blushed. Yes, he actually turned scarlet. "Um – no, it's not a case."

"Then what is it? Spit it out, Cass," Dean sat up, interested.

"I – er – I need some help," Castiel said, blushing even deeper. He shifted, and pulled his coat tighter around him. "With – er – something." He finished, embarrassed.

"Well, we can't help you until you tell us what it is," Sam said, concerned.

"Don't get your panties in a wad, Cass, just tell us what it is," Dean said impatiently.

"What?" All the blood drained from Castiel's face. He turned on the spot, not unlike a dog, trying to see his own bottom. "How could you see? I don't understand! Is it an extra enchantment? No, it can't be! Then –"

"Cass!" Dean yelled, trying to calm the flustered angel. "Just tell us what happened and we'll try to help you!"

The angel stopped revolving, and stared at the elder Winchester, the blush back on his face. "Um – you see, um, Gabriel was, uh, a little, er, unhappy with me because I, uh, accidentally, um, kind of caused his hair to fall out and –"

"You what?" Sam said incredulously; Dean was overcome by a fit of silent giggles.

"It was an accident! I apologized again and again! But then, for some reason, he said 'game on' and then, next thing I know…." Castiel trailed off.

"What?" both Winchesters said simultaneously.

"He enchanted…..he enchanted….." Castiel stuttered. "He enchanted a pair of pink panties to stay on me permanently! And…they're a bit….too…tight." He finished miserably.

This time, both Dean and Sam succumbed to peals of laughter. Castiel stood there, close to tears, as the brothers rolled around on the floor, pounding the ground with their fists.

"It's not funny!" he growled, but that only made the brothers laugh harder.

Finally, Dean stopped laughing for long enough to sit up. He wiped away a tear and said, "God, Cass, don't you understand? Gabe's started a prank war!"

"A what?" Castiel said, utterly nonplussed.

"A – prank – war," Sam gasped, getting back up and, after a few seconds, quieting down. "It's a full out angel – on – angel prank war!"

"But Gabe didn't think of one thing," Dean said, with a glint in his eye. "Cass has the lords of pranking on his side!"

"So you will help me?" Castiel said, cheering up considerably.

"Of course, Cass," Dean smiled. Then the smile widened. "But first things first. Let's see Gabe's handiwork!"

This time the angel went an alarming shade of purple.