Sam was in the shower when it happened. His father was out, investigating some demon or something, and Dean hadn't yet gotten him back for drawing on his face. Sam had been on alert ever since, constantly tensing and waiting for the moment his brother would pounce, but it never came. He'd started to relax, figuring Dean would leave it alone, but of course he was gone. Dean never let anything go. Right now, Dean was watching TV with a smug smirk on his face. He began counting in his head. Five...four...three...two...
"Dean!"
Dean coughed. "What, Sammy?"
"Come here."
Dean sighed and stood, making his way to the bathroom, where Sam stood, a towel wrapped around his waist and a furious look on his face. He held out his hand. A brown curl rested in his palm, and in his other hand he held a shampoo bottle. "Nair. I wonder how that got in there." Sam's eyes pierced him, and Dean shrugged nonchalantly. "I dunno, Sammy. Maybe you grabbed the wrong bottle." Sam punched him. Dean stared for a moment before lunging. They wrestled for a good ten minutes until Dean accidentally tugged out another one of Sam's curls.
"Oh, shit, Sam! They're really coming out." Dean's eyes widened.
"What did you think Nair was for, Dean?" Sam growled. "I..um, sorry, Sammy." Sam made an inarticulate noise deep in his throat before punching Dean again. "Stop hitting me! I didn't hit you when you drew on me!"
"That comes off!"
"So does your hair!"
Sam wound up for another punch, but Dean grabbed his wrist. "Stop! Dad's back." Sam listened hard and heard the distinct sound of tires crunching. "Fine. But I will get you back for this. Count on it," Sam warned, pulling his arm out of Dean's grip and pushing him out of the bathroom. Dean returned to his seat and channel surfing, a grin on his face.
Dean: 2 Sam: 1
Author's Note:I decided to make this a series of one shots, instead of just one. Do you like? :) Send me your prank ideas, and I'll credit you if I use them!
