*I wrote this oneshot for my creative writing class, hope you enjoy.*

Sam riffled through his brother's closet looking for a lore book he had borrowed. He was growing more and more irritated by the moment. His brother was the most unorganized human being on the planet. Dean walked in the room with half a piece of pizza hanging out of his mouth and no plate.

"Dean this room is a pigsty." Sam complained.

"If it's such a mess then get out." Dean said with a mouth full of cheese and sauce.

"I'm looking for the book you borrowed and never gave back." Sam informed him.

"It's I'm here somewhere." Dean told him and dismissed him with a wave.

"Dean you need to clean up, I can't even see the floor. You're going to trip and break your neck in here." Sam sighed and started picking things up off the floor. He wondered how Dean even acquired that much stuff, they had only had a permanent home for a few months.

"Dean you had to clean this room, get rid of some of this crap, and find my book." Sam said and Dean huffed. "Come on, I'll even help you."

"Fine mom." Dean snapped.

"I can go get mom and see what she has to say." Sam reminded him and his brother went pale.

"Let's get to work." Dean said and started to pick his clothes up. Sam snickered at the thought of his 40 year old brother still being worried about their mother bring the hammer down.

"I'll be right back." Sam left the room and returned moments later with a book labeled The Art of Konmari.

"What's that?" Dean asked, wondering why he was bringing another book into the abyss that was his room.

"The Art of Konmari, it's a book on organization. Basically you go through of of your things and determine if they still bring you joy." Sam told him. Dean reluctantly went through everything.

"What about your stack of Busty Asian Beauties?" Sam asked.

"Definitely joy." Dean said. Sam made a disgusted face as he nudged the magazines over with a pen.

"You need a girlfriend."

"No one will replace Miss October." They continued to clean, but never found Sam's book.

"I'll see if the library has a copy, I need to take The Art of Konmari back anyway." Sam sighed. Dean tagged along to the library, but only because they had a little cafe inside and he was a bit of a slut for fancy coffee. Sam sent Dean to return the Konmari book while he looked around. Dean went up to the librarian and handed it to her to check back in. She wasn't old or creepy looking, in fact she was a cute curvy blonde.

"The Art of Konmari, I do love and organized man." She said and check the book back in. The two flirted for a while and exchanged numbers. Sam walked over with a copy of the missing lore book to check out, the librarian scanned his card.

"Oh, Samuel Winchester, I think I have something of yours." She handed him the missing book which had his name on the inside of the dust jacket.

"You must have turned it in by mistake, maybe you could learn a thing or two about organization from your brother." She teased.

"Yeah Sam, maybe I can teach you about The Art of Konmari." Dean said with a shit eating grin, Sam was so going to hide every copy of Busty Asian Beauties that he owned."