PART 3- Hunting Da Prankster

The next day, Dean refused to stop giving Jo suggestive smirks. She rolled her eyes in a disgusted, by rather pleased, response. Sam gave a zombie emo pout and wondered how long this endless flirting would go on… well it was Dean after all. So the response was simple. Never.

"I think the prankster wants us to hook up…" Dean spoke with his usual charm as he wrapped an arm around Jo and moved in closely. She gazed at him with shock and excitement.

"Hmm… I wander where the Impala is." Sam used this to distract his brother.

Dean jumped up and moaned, "Impala… where are you?"

The trio was moving through crunchy leaves, and darkened houses- those with owners who were asleep in nice cozy beds. It was 1AM after all. The three had been moving throughout the town all night in search of Jo's EMF machine and Dean's precious Impala.

Dean and Jo looked back at Sam's wardrobe and chuckled. He threw them a look, but the two didn't resort to choking back their laughter.

"Those are cute little pajama bottoms…" teased Jo as she looped her arm in his.

Previously that night, before Sam had the chance to continue his dream of emo-ness… he'd felt two pairs of forceful arms dragging him out of bed and dragging him along into the dark night- or early morning. His pajamas were a light baby blue with smurfs on them. A requiem, so to speak, for his late fiancé Jess.

"Dude, great minds think alike!" Dean smirked but Sam felt a pang of pride for his belated love. She certainly did have style…

"Oooh! LOOK!" pointed Jo.

"IMPALA! BABY! I'M COMING!" gasped a childish Dean as he charged towards the dark silhouette in the shape of his dear car.

As his strides brought him closer and closer to the befuddled form he noticed how high it was. The trio came to a hault as they noticed where the Impala was.

"DAMN! THAT SON OF A BITCH!" cursed Dean, climbing up a stack of cars to try and open the door of his Impala- his dearly sweet Impala who deserved so much better…

For the impala had been… impaled. On a sturdy street post.

They heard a nasty chuckle coming from a few feet away. They looked to see the jet-black haired prankster, fitted in a long-sleeve black shirt and fancy khakis. On his arms were two under dressed women holding bowls of ice cream covered in m&ms.

"YOU-YOU!" Dean staggered from his location on top of the cars and slid off in a rage. He jumped at the demi-God, but as soon as he did- the prankster vanished to a new spot, and Dean fell to the ground in an embarrassing THUMP.

Jo and Sam scurried over to help him up.

"Nice pajamas!" mocked the prankster as he took notice of Sam's smurfylicious night wear.

Dean gave the prankster a look of purse contempt and outrage, before reaching for his back pocket.

The prankster smiled and scolded Dean with a finger-point, "But wait…"

He continued on unloosing himself from the women on his arms and moving closer to the trio.

"Didn't you try that already?"

Dean growled and retorted fiercely, "I'm gonna do it DAMN RIGHT this time!"

Jo looked towards the impaled Impala and noticed her EMF machine dangling out of it in shreds. It wasn't as big a loss but at least she knew what happened to it now. Sam moved beside his brother in a supportive arse-kicking pose.

"And you impersonated me!" he accused.

All he got back was a laugh, a very distinctive one that followed the prankster like glue. A deep amused chuckle that seemed to be looking for support- agreement. Nothing he loved more then a crowd.

"Love triangles… nothing funnier. At least in my opinion!" he chuckled again.

Dean pulled the stake out behind his back- and out of sight then let his eyes take aim. He gave Jo and Sam a distinct nod.

Sam nodded in agreement, before winking at Jo.

"What I don't get is this…" Sam said turning his head to the only girl in the trio.

He pulled her in with his palms and she played along by wrapping her arms around his neck. The prankster's eyes widened in surprise.

"Why did you want her to kiss Dean," Sam pondered.

The prankster looked back between the brothers. Looking for response.

Dean instantly gave him one, "DUDE! OFF THE GIRL!"

"Sorry Dean, but… Jo and I've been talking…"

The prankster smiled widely.

"Yes, Dean. Me and Sam- we just have so much in common!"

"PTTF! LIKE WHAT?"

The prankster let out a tiny giggle. Dean took notice, and decided to pull the act up a notch.

"But Jo… we- but we-" he said it with tears in his eyes, and seemed so hurt.

Jo froze thinking it real for just a second before saying, "I don't know…"

"PLEASE. That was a dare!" Sam felt a rush of adrenaline. He liked this… this… whatever it was. Betrayal? Power- control?

Dean looked a bit startled by his brother's response and let out a frown.

"Let me show you how to do you CHUMP," Sam strong-armed Jo and pulled her into a forceful but passionate kiss. Her response was to instantly join back, but it felt so much like that encounter in Duluth… the last time he… 'Used force'.

The prankster burst into laughter and fell to the ground before rolling around with a giddy smile on his face.

Dean jumped at his chance, and forced the spike into the prankster's heart. The laughter died, and instead the prankster wheeled around furiously- trying to crawl and grab, and clutch at Dean and Sam.

"YOU LIARS!" he exclaimed watching the blood pour from his black shirt.

"I still liked you, you twisted son of a bitch." Dean replied, but thoughts of the impaled impala made him uncertain if that was true.

He let out a sigh and turned to Jo and Sam.

"Uh… guys?"

No response, as they continued the kiss. Throwing in a little flourish.

He grumbled, "Ha ha. Real funny, guys…"

More kissing.

"JEEZ. What's wrong with you two? I know you don't usually get a lot of dates and hooks ups and everything, but… really Jo… SAM? He's a zombie!"

With annoyance, "I have an Impala. Sam has books!"

They pulled apart and Jo winked at him, "Got'cha!"

Dean pouted and looked at them in startlement.

"Wait- that was a prank?" asked a poor befuddled Sam.

"Oh um…" Jo mumbled looking flustered.

"Shucks, ya'll suck." Dean teased.

They started heading back to the hotel… then to wherever the hunt took them. That's what they were aiming for anyway. Whoever kissed who next- who knows? But… it's the ride that counts.

"WAIT!"

Dean departed for them to climb back onto the heap of cars- and get into his Impala.

"How are we getting out of here?" he asked in worry.

"Damn," Jo and Sam growled.

The impala was angry at them for taking so long.

"Well. This sounds like a job for… the zombie." Dean teased.

Sam shrugged, "What can I do?"

"Use your psychic-fu!" encouraged Dean.

"I don't have psychic-fu!" Sam retorted.

"Oh c'mon! You were in hell for awhile… didn't you learn anything?"

Jo smirked and wondered what else she'd learn while she was stuck with these two. The bickering would be famous…

The End.