PART FOUR

I was just coming out of the shower when I heard Sam's voice coming from the main room. It sounded like he was swearing. Once dressed, I came out of the room to find my brother sitting there looking far too innocent to be up to any good.

"What's up Sammy? What are you up to?" I asked him, suspiciously.

I knew that look. Sam only looked that innocent when he was being really bad. I'd seen him give that same puppy dog look to Dad too many times before.

"Nothing, Dean," he said, his gaze shifting to his laptop guiltily.

Ah-ha! So he had done something...! He wouldn't have looked at his lap top that way if he wasn't up to something.

"What are you up to, Sammy?" I asked him again, striding over to peer over his shoulder at the laptop.

This was getting a regular occurrence lately. It seemed I spent as much time peering over my brother's shoulder as hunting nowadays.

"I saw what you put, you know," Sam told me, icily.

"What?" I asked, guiltily, yet still trying for manly innocence.

"Mr Sparkles ring a bell?" Sammy asked, with a sniff.

"Ah. Mr Sparkles. You saw it!" I said, guiltily.

"No crap I saw it," Sam told me, with a pout as he crossed his arms moodily. "Now that wasn't very nice. You could have at least called him something more macho - like - Rambo, or something. Mr Sparkles, indeed. I mean, honestly, Dean! What were you thinking of?"

I looked at him in disbelief, wondering if I'd really heard that right.

"Rambo the Magical Unicorn?" I repeated slowly.

I saw Sam's shoulders shaking and I groaned out loud. My brother had done something, I could tell.

"Sammy, what have you done? Let me see..." I said, as I pulled the laptop out of Sam's reach.

On the screen glowed a new topic, headed - Dean Winchester - a theory. Below read - "I have a theory Dean likes to dress up as a superhero when he's alone in the bathroom. Which superhero is Dean Winchester? I have a theory it might be WonderWoman. I've seen the hot pants... Discuss..."

I noticed Denise had written - I'd like to think Dean dresses as Batman. Imagine what he'd look like dressed in black leather.

Someone else had written - I'd like to see him dressed as Spidey. He'd look cute.

Then came a conversation between Sarah and Denise which involved having flings with Wolverine (watch out for him - he's bit of a biter and the claws get in the way), Spiderman (I wonder what he does with all the webbing when he's off duty) and Guitar Hero and Lawnmower Man being neighbours... I had to smile at that - what had initially been a ploy on Sammy's part to embarrass me for the pink panty thread had turned into another massively huge favour. Seemed like the idea of me as a superhero seemed like a popular idea...

"See, they think I'm like a super-hero, Sammy! I knew I was something special..." I said, with a grin at my younger brother. "You ought to take some tips from me, little brother!"

"Not so little, Dean! I'm bigger than you!" Sam pouted.

"Oh, Sammy, I don't think so!" I told him, pointedly.

Sam just looked at me, bemused, until I shook my head at him laughingly.

"I think I've got something to help you out..." I said, as I started tapping at the keyboard once again.

"Dean, what are you going to do?" Sam asked, still with that look of puppy dog confusion on his face.

"Just wait and see, Sammy," I told him, with a pleased little chuckle at my idea...

To be continued ..