Sam was up early the next morning. While he was out on his run, he did his thinking. The spell was about to expire, at least he hoped it would be soon.

This had not been as much fun as he had anticipated. His brother still said the same clever things however, not being able to twist them into being what 'Dean said' was more disappointing than Sam expected. He had memorized the spell but, had never unfolded the slip of paper. If he had, he would have discovered the reason this particular bit of magic was hidden in an old book under a stack of other older books.

That guy Sam spoke to was right. The spell worked; he had seen it. But he wasn't the one who used it.

The creator of the potion was forced to cooperate so, she added a little payback. Success was guaranteed but not satisfaction.

Thankfully, Dean seemed to be oblivious and appeared to be behaving as usual.

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Dean felt his head clear with the steam from the shower. He wasn't getting sick but he felt a little off, like his brain was working harder or like he had something on the edge of his memory that he couldn't quite reach. Whatever, it was gone now. But, it was an odd sort of feeling. A thought struck him. 'What do you say to that, Dean?'

He felt the heat rise from the soles of his feet, straight up through his core, to the top of his head. He was surprised that he needed the towel to dry off and that the water hadn't simply evaporated from his skin.

He didn't know how yet but, he did know who. His gut instinct was to scream Sam's name and kick some ass. But, he controlled himself. It was just a prank; let's teach big brother a lesson. Okay, two can do that dance.

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When Dean entered the kitchen, Sam was already seated. He wasted no time in starting the conversation.

" That guy we worked with the other day? What a douche."

Sam agreed. They were there to help and he had quickly steered the brothers in the wrong direction. Yet they had still managed to get the job done without any thanks.

"You know," Dean said, "I could carve a better man out of a banana."

"What did you say?" Sam snapped his head around to look at his brother. The expression on his face made Dean turn away. He played it off by pouring himself a cup of coffee. It would take a few seconds to wipe the huge grin off his face.

Eventually, he faced Sam and said, "That's Vonnegut but, you knew that. Right, Sammy?"

With that, Dean started breakfast.