In the United States of America, the people are separated into two separate but equally important groups; the Winchesters and those who are pranked by them. These are their stories. *duh duh*

Summary: Dean pranks a police officer.


"Shit!" Sam cursed as the police car came up behind them, sirens blasting. He stared at his brother, perfectly calm in the driver's seat. The car began to slow down. "Dean, what the hell are you doing? We can't get pulled over, you're supposed to be dead!" Sam said, appalled at his brother's stupidity. And Dean was smirking. Actually smirking.

"Don't worry Sam, I got it covered," Dean said cockily. The car stopped. Sam ran his hand through his hair anxiously. Dean rolled down the window as the police officer strolled up.

"License and registration, please," the officer said, clearly bored with pulling over speeding idiots. Dean leaned toward the window, stuck his arm out, and waved his hand in front of the cop's face.

"You do not need to see my identification."

"Excuse me?" the officer replied, face a mask of disbelief.

"These aren't the droids you're looking for. Move along," Dean finished, slamming his foot on the gas and laughing wildly.

"I can't believe you just did that. I can not believe you just did that!" Sam repeated, dumbfounded.

"I know man, that was awesome! Did you see the look on that guys face? It was like he got hit in the head with a club," Dean laughed. Sam shook his head and laughed along with his brother.