Jared looked over the crowd of people that excitedly waited to hear him and Jensen talk about their lives and work.

"Hi. What's your question?"

"I wanted to know if you pulled any pranks as kids." the fan asks with a little bit of nervous excitement.

Jared looks over at his on-screen brother who chuckled at a distant memory.

"Yeah I tried to play one on my brother, it backfired quite spectacularly though," Jensen answered with a little smirk and shifted in his seat as the memory returned to him.

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"Not fair, Josh!" 12-year-old Jensen whined at his older brother who wasn't letting him have a turn on the video game system "You promised!"

Josh rolled his eyes and ignored his younger brother until Jensen stood in front of the TV blocking his view and refusing to move until the game let off the sound of his character dying.

"You brat," he yelled at the smaller boy, then grabbed his brother by the arms and flung him to the other side of the room. Jensen landed with a thud against the wall and crumpled to the floor. His eyes watered as he rubbed his elbow, if mom or dad were home his 16-year-old brother would be in so much trouble. But they weren't. Dad had gone to the studio to get some voice over work finished up and Mom had taken 5-year-old Mackenzie to run some errands. Jensen scowled at his brother, he'd get him back for this.

It didn't take long for Jensen to think of the perfect plan. The old bucket of water over the door trick, then when Josh went to get a snack from the kitchen… SPLUSH water all over him.

While Josh was completely engrossed in the video game, Jensen got to work, he got a bucket and filled it with water then carefully balanced it on top of the door between the kitchen and dining room where Josh would have to go through to get to the kitchen. Once that was done he figured the best thing to do would be to get out of the way, the creek behind the house seemed like the best option as Josh was still playing.

Hours later Jensen forgot all about the little prank he had set up in his house, riding his bike along the path or trying to catch frogs in the creek or climbing trees had pushed that far from his mind. When Mom called him in for dinner his stomach growled loudly, he had been outside for hours and the thought of his mother's cooking spurred him on towards the house.

Throwing his bike down by the door and then his dirty sneakers on the porch he entered the house and headed towards the dining room where his brother and dad followed him in.

And then the world slowed down to almost a stop, Mackenzie pushed open the door, carrying plates and cutlery to set the table, mom just behind her with a pot of sauced spaghetti. Jensen had forgotten all about his previously set up prank, until that is, the half filled bucket of water came falling down into the pot of food. Not having expected a bucket of water to land in her spaghetti Donna dropped the pot onto the floor and the sauce and pasta splattered everywhere. Mackenzie screamed as hot pasta sauce landed on her legs. Jensen just stood there in shock as he watched it happen in slow motion, unable to stop the disaster happening in front of him.

Dad rushed forward scooping Mackenzie up and took her to the sink in the kitchen to rinse off what had splattered on her.

"I'll help you clean up, Mom," Josh volunteered quickly and started scooping up the pasta into pan. Donna sat back on her heels, which made a squishing sound on the now soaked carpet and looked at her youngest son who stood sheepishly at the other side of the dining room. Dad carried Mackenzie back into the dining room, she sniffled slightly but calmed down when she went right into her mother's arms. He took one look at both his boys and knew immediately who was responsible for the mess.

"Jensen, go to your room," Allen ordered.

"Dad.. I …" Jensen sputtered out an attempted start of an explanation.

"I don't want to hear it right now. Room. Now."

Jensen nervously bit his lip and muttered out a quiet "Yes, sir," before leaving the room. Donna looked up at her husband and shook her head in exacerbation.

"Josh, thanks for helping clean up. We'll have to call the carpet cleaners to come for the stain. Why don't you take Mackenzie and Josh out for dinner, I'll go deal with Jensen." Allen told his wife as she stood up and looked around the now destroyed dining room. Donna nodded in agreement and began ushering the two remaining kids to the car. Allen ran his hand through his hair, his younger son was generally well behaved and happy, he never expected behavior like this from him. He looked up the stairs with dread, he hated his part of parenting.

Jensen sat on his bed nervously picking at his fingernails, he was fairly certain he was going to throw up from nerves. The look dad had given him, he'd never seen his dad look at him like that. Dad had looked at Josh like that a couple of times, both of which had resulted in his older brother getting one hell of an ass whipping, but Josh had already been in high school before his dad had pulled out the big guns like his belt. He'd gotten spanked a few times, dad had always used his hand on him though. Mom tended to just give a smack on an as-needed basis. A knock on the door made him jump slightly and look up to see his dad come into the room. He sat down on Josh's bed across from him.

"Why Jensen?"

A couple of tears fell out of the boy's green eyes "I didn't mean for that to happen."

"I'm listening," Allen responded calmly, much calmer than he felt inside but he knew yelling and losing his temper wouldn't help the situation.

"Josh was being mean all morning and I just wanted to get back at him. But I didn't mean for it to fall on mom and Mackenzie like that." he hiccuped and wiped his nose on the back of his hand. Allen handed his son a tissue and waited as Jensen blew his nose.

"And do you think it would have been ok if Josh had gotten a bucket of water dumped on him .. in the dining room?"

Jensen shrugged but continued to look down, his dad gently lifted his chin up forcing him to look up. He raised an eyebrow indicated he was waiting for an actual answer, a shrug was not going to cut it.

"Yes?" Jensen answered flashing his dad a smile and hoping his charm would get him out of this mess. Dad shook his head, no. Jensen's smile disappeared. "I'm really sorry."

"I know you are, let's get this over with, son," he set his wife's wooden hairbrush next to him. Jensen swallowed as he noticed for the first time the newest addition to the situation. Josh had told him the hairbrush hurt way more than a regular spanking did.

"Can't you just ground me?" Jensen begged.

Allen shook his head and gently pulled his son over his lap and began what would be one worst spanking of his son's young life. At that moment Jensen swore he'd never play another prank again.

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14 years later Jensen met his on-screen brother and would be best friend and that distant promise to himself went right out the window, but he felt a sense of relief that his dad and mom's hairbrush were safely in Dallas and not anywhere near Vancouver.

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