With a snap of his wrist, Dean sent the ping pong ball shooting back at his brother.

Sam lunged forward and with a tremendous effort managed to send the ball back, but Dean's next blast ricocheted off the table and Sam missed it altogether.

"I win!" Dean hooted. "Again!"

Sam retrieved the ball and tossed it back to his brother. "Come on, best three out of five."

Dean shook his head sadly. "Sammy, I'm the older, cooler brother. That means I always win. Why torture yourself?"

Sam slapped the paddle on the table and gestured impatiently. "Come on, man. Serve!"