So, Sammy has found out about Dean's little secret. Now he wants revenge. Let the prank war begin!

Sam snuck back into the bunker carrying a pie and a bag of salt. Dean was in his room relaxing, which gave Sam the few minutes he'd need. He headed into the library, specifically to Dean's favourite table, and set the steaming apple pie down in the center. Next he split the bag open and made a ring of salt around it.

Dean's going to lose his shit, he thought gleefully. Sam headed into his bedroom and shut the door, grabbing a book and some headphones. Now all he had to do was wait.

Dean had been in his room now for hours, and it was time for him to go do something. And he was craving pie. It was strange. After he had changed, most food had lost its appeal. He just didn't get hungry anymore. But pie was a different story. Even though he didn't need to eat anymore, he still loved his pie.

He padded into the library, hoping to catch Sammy before he went out, and he saw it. Right there in the middle of his table was a beautiful, golden brown, still warm, apple pie. In the middle of a salt ring. Oh, he was going to kill Sam.

"SAMMY! GET OVER HERE!" he called. Immediately, he heard his faithful little brother padding down the hall.

"What?" the younger man asked innocently.

Dean took a deep breath, I will not kill my younger brother, "Care to explain this?" he asked, gesturing to the pie. Sam frowned and shrugged.

"Break it," Dean demanded. Sam gave him a questioning look, "The salt ring, break it!"

Sam grinned, "Do the laundry," he knew he had full control over his older brother as long as the pie was a hostage, "Wash all the clothes and I'll open the salt ring."