A/N: Just a lil light hearted chapter to make me feel happy after I started watching season 7 for the first time. Thank you for sticking with this story. For putting it in your favourites, following it and especially reviewing. Every time I get a review it motivates me to write more. I actually have no idea where this is going anymore. At the beginning, I had a plan but it didn't want to be written like that. Please read and review. All mistakes are mine.

Disclaimer: Nope I don't own them I just love them.

I screamed as the sugar fell out the cupboard and emptied itself on my head. I had been attempting to make chocolate chip cookies with Sam because he said he'd never made them before (how sad?) but it was failing terribly. Now Sam was in hysterics and my hair was going to be horrible and sticky. "It's not funny." I whimpered as I tipped my head upside and attempted unsuccessfully to shake the sugar out.

"Yes, it is!" He argued playfully as he bounded across the room and kissed me lightly. While I was distracted by my gorgeous boyfriend, Sam grabbed a handful of flour and dumped it in my hair.

"Saaaaaaam!" I wailed. Why would he do this to me? I ran my hands through my curls frantically trying to remove the gritty, flour-y texture. He laughed again and attempt to kiss me again but I batted him away with a batter covered spatula. It splattered all over his shirt. I began to giggle helplessly.

"Jess!" He grabbed the milk.

"Nononononono that's too far!" I shrieked as he chucked it over me. I squealed as the cold liquid hit me. I stared at him in disbelief while drenched and dripping wet. He slowly backed away. "THIS ISN'T OVER!" I yelled at his back as he made a quick retreat.

After a hot shower, I scrubbed the kitchen counter muttering furiously. As I was an only child, I had no idea how I could get revenge on Sam. If only I'd had a sibling to prank. Sibling…Dean! Dean would have loads of pranks I could pull. With a grin, I abandoned my cleaning efforts (Sam made nost the mess anyway) and raced up stairs to grab my cell. As it was dialling, I smiled as I realised Dean was my Sam Google. If I had a question about Sam I just called him. After what seemed like an eternity, he picked up.

"Is Sam OK?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah. Anyway, I was wondering, do you know any pranks?"

"Of 'cause I do, sweetheart! I am the king of pranks." He sounded indignant that I had to ask.

I was taken by surprise at the enthusiasm in his voice. "So any Sam would find annoying?"

He chuckled. "Darling, Sam was the subject of all my pranks."

"What was the best prank you've pulled?"

"Nair in his shampoo." He answered promptly.

"Really?" I said in disbelief. Surely that prank was too far.

He laughed. "Yeah, Sammy didn't find it so amusing."

"Did it actually make him go bald?" I asked in interest.

"Sure it did. He had to wear a hat while it was growing back. I don't think he's ever forgiven me." He informed me proudly.

I made an effort to get back on track. "What would you say is a good, funny prank?"

"I can't really think of one in particular, sweetheart. I don't think you realise how many pranks I've pulled. Me and Sam would have wars that lasted for entire weeks." He proclaimed.

"Who usually won?" I was getting sidetracked again but come on, this was interesting stuff.

"Well, sweetheart, that is the subject of much debate. I usually win, but Sam thinks he does." He said sounding put out. "Took the sweetness out the victory." He informed me sadly.

I didn't miss the use of present tense. "OK, back on task. A good prank?"

"Hiding his laptop is a classic and always hilarious. Especially if you keep the charger once you give it back. On the other hand, sewing his trouser legs shut always gets a good reaction. Why do you want to prank him?"

"Um. He chucked milk on me." I admitted feeling a bit stupid.

"Hm. So you want a prank that isn't too extreme so when it escalates the backlash won't be too bad." He sounded like he was planning a war or something.

I felt a flicker of alarm. "Hey! Who said anything about it escalating? This is a one off!" I protested although I had a sneaking suspicion he was right.

He chuckled in amusement and replied in a knowing voice "Sweetheart, it always escalates." He told me solemnly.

I sighed. I guess he did have more experience. I had never really participated in a prank war before. I gave into Dean's wisdom. "Ok, what do you recommend? We began to plan.

I sat next to Sam and gave him my best death glare. He moved to put his arm around me, saw my face and thought better of it. We sat like that awkwardly for several minutes. Eventually he got up to go get a salad. I grinned in poorly concealed excitement. This was going to be good. He sat back down with the salad and placed a huge forkful in his mouth and began to chew. Immediately his face went red as a tomato and he began to pant frantically. Sam literally jumped to his feet and sprinted to the tap. Meanwhile, I laughed hysterically. A few minutes later he had recovered enough to speak.

"You did this?" He accused in between gulps of water.

"Yep." I confessed proudly.

"This is not over."

"Bring it on, babe."

TBC…