Dean thought he was so clever for making him bald for almost two months. Well…was he gonna get his? Sam took the bottle he had purchased and after flushing Dean's favorite shampoo down the toilet, filled the empty bottle.

The next morning, when he heard Dean making his way to the bathroom, Sam seated himself calmly at the table.

The scream from the bathroom didn't startle John as much, nothing did after the Nair incident, and he merely raised his eyebrows at Sam, and received a smothered grin.

Dean appeared with a towel around his waist. "I am gonna KILL YOU!"

Sam buttered another burnt toast, "What's the matter Dean? I thought green was your favorite color!