WOW: soap
Word count: 200 this time. Just couldn't get it done in 100
Also written for a challenge on LJ for a Hell House associated fic. Also, also…Sam coming out of the shower in that episode may have inspired this a little.
Summary: Prank wars demand subterfuge.
When you're trying to put something over on someone, subterfuge is key. It's key in poker. It's key in pool. It's especially key in pranks. Since the itching powder in the underwear incident, Sam's been extra vigilant in his dealings with his brother.
Sam eyes the dinner Dean brings back with suspicion. "Like I'm eating any of that."
"Suit yourself," Dean shrugs, tucking into his burger and slurping his strawberry shake. "But I got you orange-mango, you wussified freak." Sam loves orange-mango milkshakes. He'd walk through molten lava in his bare feet to get to one. So he'll either blindly fall for Dean's ploy, or it'll be so glaringly obvious that he'll see right through it.
"What's that?" Sam nods toward a styrofoam container.
"Burger for you," Dean grimaces. "It's got avocado on it."
Sam chews his lip in indecision before swallowing his misgivings and swirling a straw in the thick orange liquid. He closes his eyes, inhaling the fruity aroma, then decides that it's safe and takes a mouthful. Dean's laughter follows him to the bathroom.
"Hey, don't dump it out, Sammy! There's enough soap in there to get even your gigantor body clean the next time you shower!"