Disclaimer: Don't own the Winchesters and don't own Bobby. We all know who does, do I really have to go through this again?

A.N: I can't take credit for the general plot/idea of this story. Hotshow threw this idea at me and I ran with it. So I give credit to him. I just strung together the ideas that I was given and produced this.

Hey, at least this makes the first s1 SPN story I've done. Hooray! I still have another idea for a S1 fanfic, but it hadn't hit me fully enough to write it, you know?

And one of these rare time when coming up with a title was hard. Multi-chapter story that's finished as usual, just give me time to upload.

Summary: Takes place shortly after 1.17 HellHouse. The prank wars have been going on for as long as both have remembered, but what if this prank set a chain of events that went too far? Would this be the end of the prank wars?

Chapter 1: 100 miles past

A bark of laughter resounded in the Impala as it ate away the pavement. For once the classic rock music, or if you let Sam tell it classic rocking noise, was turned down so Sam heard his brother's laugh.

With a small smile he looked over at Dean whose mirth was making him chuckle. "What's so funny?"

"Hey, what do you think the idiotic duo will think once they realized that it was a flop?" Dean asked chuckling, "I'm sorry.." he hit the steering wheel, "…but I keep thinking about it. They tried to play it so cool, but I know they were excited."

"I kinda….feel a little bad." Sam admitted.

Dean glanced at Sam with a small frown, "Why? I don't."

"I know you don't. Says the one who put a fish in their backseat somewhere amidst all that junk", Sam started laughing.

Dean joined in. "What? It's a classic!"

Sam gave a sly grin, "Only because it's not in your car."

Dean frowned and glared at Sam, "Sam, there are some things that are funny….there are others that are just downright cruel. I swear, if you ever pulled such a prank, I promise you….I will kill you. And you and I both know I can do it too."

Sam laughed unfazed, but knowing he would never do such a thing. "Bring it down, Dean. You have no worries. I do not want to unleash your wrath."

Dean brightened quickly and grinned, "Let's keep it that way. Now, where do we turn off? We need to sleep."

"If you want, I can take over. I'm good", Sam offered.

Dean glared at Sam once more, "I said, we, Sam. Don't get this twisted. I know you still haven't been sleeping."

Sam looked out the passenger window with his classic brooding and frowning, "Dean, I don't want to have this discussion again."

"Then tell me, where we turn off and we won't" Dean shot back.

Sam muttered under his breath and rechecked the map. "It's about three miles from here."

"Great!"

The Impala slowly entered their newest dump for the night.

What?

They all were, honestly.

Sam was still in a brooding mode and Dean hadn't said anything yet. He pulled into a parking spot and cut off the ignition. He stared at the steering wheel a while before glancing at Sam who had yet to say anything except to confirm that he was pulling off on the right road.

"You okay?" Dean asked after a moment.

"Are you going to go get the keys or do you want me to?" Sam asked avoiding the question.

"I'll go", Dean murmured before getting out of the car and walking to the office.

Sam looked up at his brother's disappearing figure. He didn't mean to still be in a foul mood and he knew that Dean was only trying to help him but it was still a touchy subject for Sam. Sure, he got much more sleep then he did a few months ago but still it was not like it should be. Dean was just watching out for him, he really should try to curb the temper for when it was warranted.

Dean came back out with the key and got in. He didn't say anything as he pulled the car around to the front of their room.

"Look, Dean. I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to bring the house down", Sam spoke up as Dean finished parking.

"No, I'm sorry. I don't want to keep bringing it up, it's just…."

"I know", Sam smiled lightly looking at his brother for the first time in the past half hour.

Dean studied Sam a few moments before he nodded and smirked back.

"Great, now, let's get inside. I need to get horizontal." Dean got of the car.

Sam followed suit and said giving Dean an olive branch on that subject, "Yeah, I should attempt it as well."

Dean just gave a light smile as they gathered their bags and went into their room to start setting up for the night.

"You go ahead and get first bath, Sam but look here, don't take all day and half the night and save some hot water for me!" Dean said as he plopped down on the edge of the bed.

Sam spun around, "What's this? You are letting me get in first?" he mocked astonished.

"Shut. Up." Dean growled as he turned his back towards Sam laying down on the bed.

"You aren't sick or anything, are you?" Sam pressed as he gathered his stuff to go into the bathroom.

"Do not make me get up, Sam." Dean tossed over his shoulder.

"Going, going….."Sam sung as he darted into the bathroom and shut the door.

"I swear, one day I'm gonna murder him", Dean muttered to himself fondly as he eyed the room lazily. His eyes came to the gun bag.

The guns were due for cleaning in fact a few days over and if Dad was here, Dean knew that he would have a fit. He sighed. He guessed he could start on cleaning them. Maybe it would be relaxing enough for him to finish them all tonight.

So with a sigh, he got up and got started. While he was doing so, his mind wandered thinking about everything and nothing, really.

Then it came to him. Hey, it was after 100 miles that meant that the prank wars could resume. And suddenly, Dean was grinning like a Chester cat. He had to think of something good. It had to be a good start to resuming the infamous wars.

Something a little better than dying Sam's underwear pink.

He laughed to himself.

Yeah, that was one of the first pranks he pulled when they started the wars. Boy, was Sam hacked off when he saw that.

Dean admits he almost got murdered for that one.

Thankfully, John Winchester was there, so he kept them apart for awhile until Sam was able to cool off. Well, until Dean woke up the next morning and found his entire face buried in shaving cream. After Dean had fallen asleep, and was snoring, Sam had placed shaving cream on one of his pillows. So you can imagine, him sleeping on his side, turns over and buries is face in what he thought was a really soft pillow.

And he didn't even wake up then. It wasn't until morning when he started drifting into conscious and realized that he was sticky all over just about.

No wonder he was dreaming about a sexy hot blond chick with whip cream and it seemed so real.

Sam at that point had been downstairs in their rundown house and was out the door as John jumped as Dean yelled and came running down the stairs looking like a snowman.

Now, Dean could laugh about it. He admits now, it was a worthy prank. Over the years, they always tried to outdo the other.

So that brought us to this current situation of Dean needing a good prank to resume this prank war. He sighed. He wished he could have something to surprise Sam when he got out of the shower. His eyes rolled around until they landed on the gun he was cleaning.

He just stared at the gun he was cleaning.

Gotta be something in this.

His eyes caught the bag at his feet and then it came to him.

TBC….