Let the Prank Wars Commence Ch. 2
Disclaimer: I don't own anything recognizable in this story
EO Challenge Word: Prickle
Word Count: Way more than 100. Couldn't hold myself to the limit with this prank
Sitting down to dinner at Bobby's house a day or so later, Dean did his best to appear innocent as they finished the four alarm chili that Bobby had prepared for their arrival. If Sammy thought the chili was hot, he was in for one hell of a big surprise when he went through his evening routine of getting ready for bed.
"Dean, you got something on your mind boy?" Bobby questioned as he rapped on the table in front of Dean to get the elder brother's attention.
"Huh?" Dean queried, as he was abruptly drawn from his thoughts.
"I asked if there is something on your mind, idjit?" Bobby repeated with an exasperated sigh. "You were a thousand miles away.
"Nah, just tired I guess," Dean replied as he faked a yawn. He didn't want Sammy any the wiser.
"Guess we better hit the sack then since we'll be getting an early start on the hunt," Sammy stated as he pushed back from the table, eager to avoid the second helping of chili that Bobby always encouraged them to eat. His mouth was already on fire. "Dean, tell me you remembered to pick up a new tube of toothpaste when you went to town earlier."
"Sure did Princess. I got that minty kind you like so well," Dean answered, watching his brother jog up the stairs to the small bathroom on the second floor as he himself pushed back from the table. "Thanks for the meal Bobby."
"You know you boys are welcome anytime," Bobby returned as he began to clear away the dishes from the table. The boys had grown on him over the years and he considered them to be his own now, even if their father was a pain in his ass most of the time.
Carrying the dishes over to the sink, Bobby nearly dropped them as he was started by a sudden yell from upstairs.
"Damn it Dean, your ass is mine," Sam swore as he came flying down the stairs, and grabbed a two liter bottle of beer from the fridge and began to chug it down, his lips prickling from a tingling sensation, while tears poured from his eyes and snot ran from his nose. "What the hell did you do to my toothpaste?"
"Oh, nothing much, just added a little hot sichuan chili extract is all," Dean informed Sam with a most satisfied grin. "You know what they say little brother. "Payback's a bitch."
"Yeah, well you just better remember that jerk," Sam warned, taking a moment's breather before chugging more of the soda to quell the fire in his mouth. His big brother was going to pay.