Since you all seem to like a little Dean goofiness, I thought a few more would be in order.

Chapter 3

A MAN & HIS CAR
IT'S A BEAUTIFUL THING

I MAY BE AN OLD DOG
BUT I CAN STILL BURY A BONE

AUTHENTIC BEER GUZZLING, SPORTS LOVING, SUPER STUD

IF SIZE DOESN'T MATTER
HOW COME I'M SO POPULAR?

WOMEN COME & GO, BUT...
YOU CAN RELY ON A CAR

(Under picture of a girl in a bikini) GOALS - FOCUS ON YOUR GOALS.
JUST DON'T GET CAUGHT FOCUSING.

WARNING - PRIVATE PROPERTY
NO TRESPASSING UNLESS YOU HAVE
REALLY BIG BOOBS.

I'M NOT LOSING HAIR
… I'M GETTING HEAD

REMEMBER MY NAME…
YOU'LL BE SCREAMING IT LATER

REACH OUT AND TOUCH SOMEONE
NO, NOT THERE

I LOVE EVERYONE
AND BABY YOU'RE NEXT

DEEP, SENSITIVE, CONSIDERATE & HORNY

I'M NOT JUST GOOD, I'M SEXCELLENT

SEX ISN'T DIRTY
UNLESS YOU DO IT RIGHT

SEX IS THE MOIST FUN THING YOU CAN DO

WANNA COME INTO MONEY?
PUT A DIME IN YOUR CONDOM

SEX? I ALWAYS DO IT THE HARD WAY

IF YOU LIKE MY BUMPER
YOU'LL LOVE MY HEADLIGHTS

GOD CREATED SEX
(I ONLY PERFECTED IT)

IT'S BEEN SO LONG SINCE I HAD SEX
I CAN'T REMEMBER WHO GETS TIED UP

SEX IS LIKE PIZZA
WHEN IT'S GOOD, IT'S VERY GOOD
WHEN IT'S BAD, IT'S STILL PRETTY GOOD!

MAN MADE BEER, GOD MADE WEED
WHO DO YOU TRUST?

24 HOURS IN A DAY, 24 BEERS IN A CASE.
COINCIDENCE?

BEER. THE REASON I GET UP
EVERY AFTERNOON.

I GAVE UP DRINKING, HUNTING, AND SEX.
IT WAS THE WORST 15 MINUTES OF MY LIFE.

I'M NOT GONNA DRINK ANYMORE…
WON'T DRINK ANY LESS EITHER

CAUTION!
I CAN GO FROM 0 TO HORNY IN 2.5 BEERS

I'M NOT GAINING WEIGHT
I'M RETAINING FOOD

BAD COP
NO DONUT

CAT
THE OTHER WHITE MEAT

I'VE BEEN DIETING FOR A MONTH
…BUT ALL I'VE LOST IS 31 DAYS

LORD, IF I CAN'T BE SKINNY
PLEASE LET MY FRIENDS BY FAT

I LOVE CATS
THEY TASTE just LIKE CHICKEN

IF I MUST DIE, LET IT BE
DEATH BY BEER

I Do Whatever the Voices In My Pants Tell Me To.

Don't fuck with my serenity.

Easily distracted by upper female anatomy.

* * *

Castiel frowned as he watched the younger Winchester brother crouch behind the back of his brother's car and began unsticking a small piece of paper from it's package.

"You do know Dean will most likely kill you when he sees that." Sam almost jumped a mile that ended when he the voice of the angel sounded behind him.

"Castiel!" he grouched as he picked himself off the ground where he had fallen on the wet pavement and promptly cracked his head on the edge of the back bumper. "Was that really necessary?"

Castiel raised his eyebrows and bent to pick up the object that Sam had dropped and turned it over for inspection. "'I DID NOT ESCAPE. THEY GAVE ME A DAY PASS'. Samuel, what is this?" he asked with slight confusion.

"It's a bumpersticker." Sam said while ruefully rubbing his head.

"Ahhhh." Castiel nodded as understanding dawned on him. "You do remember that the last time you tried this particular prank, your father made you not only remove it from your brother's back bumper, but had you wash the entire car as a punishment for defacing your brother's property?"

Sam looked surprised for a moment that Castiel knew this tidbit of family history, but then remember he was dealing with an angel after all. "So." He shrugged. "Dean's been a pain recently."

Castiel wanted to laugh, the Great and Mighty Sam Winchester was sulking. And over what? That despite his demonic strength, his older brother had successively kicked his butt four times in a row the previous day while they had been sparing in the park.

"And that is suitable reason to deface his property?" Sam sighed at the angels persistence. " Look, it's a human thing, OK! So do me a favour and keep your trap shut about it, alright!" Sam snapped as he snatched back the sticker and finished placing it on the bumper just to the side of the license plate before standing to glare at Castiel. "If you tell him, I will be pissed at you for eternity."

Castiel rased his eyebrows pointedly at the pocket of Sam's coat, out of which were poking the corners of several of the offending items. "And exactly how many are you planning on using?"

Sam grinned. "Don't worry Cas, I know when to stop."

Castiel had reasons to doubt this but did not question Sam since he was obviously set on this course of action and so, wisely, decided to retreat to a safe distance from the impending fallout when Dean would come out.

* * *

"SAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!!!" Castiel winced from his position atop the roof at the end of the row of slowly disintegrating rooms that made up the rundown motel where the boys were staying. The older Winchester brother had just discovered the newest addition to his car and was NOT happy.

Castiel smirked as he heard the window in the back of the room being slowly inched open and toyed with the idea of droppong over to tell Sam 'I told you so'.

The idea was quickly dissolved when Dean stormed into the room. Castiel could hear words he had never even known existed until now being yelled by Dean at the top of his lungs. Deciding that sibling pranking was none of his concern, he quickly decided to leave before his hearing was permanently damaged. If Sam Winchester died anytime soon, it would not be Castiel's problem.

Who knew, maybe the boy would learn to stop coming up with such crappy prayers as 'LORD! HELP ME TO BE THE PERSON MY PSYCHIATRIST MEDICATES ME TO BE'.


Well wada ya think.

reviews pls