Chapter 1: I'll Get You Back For That
"Hey, Dean?" Sam asked, setting a book down heavily on the thick library table.
"Yeah, Sammy?"
Sam rolled his eyes, "I'm not twelve anymore, Dean, it's Sam. You remember when I fell down that flight of stairs at the motel?"
"What? You mean three months ago?"
"Yeah, something like that."
"Sure, why?"
"Who was the girl?"
"Oh," Dean laughed at the memory, "I told her you were a famous singer from some boy band. I can't believe she fell for it. I mean, you can't sing."
"Oh, right, Dean, and you're Enrique Iglesias."
"Who the hell is that?"
"Nevermind."
Dean shrugged.
"You know, I'm gonna get you back for that, right?"
"Sammy, if you mess with the Impala..."
"Right, it'll be the last thing I do. I know."
"You can't outprank me, Sammy. I'm the king of pranks."
"Really? Well, we'll just have to see about that, now won't we? Only, this is gonna be payback for the stairs."
"Dude, it wasn't my skateboard!"
"I don't care, Dean. You took it way to far."
"Fine. You get a free shot, but nothing too rash."
"What? No Nair?"
"Shut up, you know that was funny, man."
"I had to wear a hat for three months, Dean."
"Whatever, Sammy."
