Back at the room they went on to discuss some theories on the victim and what could possibly be causing the random series of events. Sam apparently lost his laptop and blamed it on Dean, which quickly sparked an argument with them.

"Dude, you know, I put up a lot from you."

"What are you talking about? I'm a joy to be around." Dean brushed him off.

"Oh yeah?"

Kayla interrupted. "Guys, let's not…"

"No, he's gonna hear this."

"Don't talk to her like that."

"Dean it's ok." This was getting out of hand, quickly.

"No it's not! Man your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge…"

"What's wrong with my food?"

"It's not food anymore, it's Darwinism!"

"I like it."

"My point is, the only thing I ask of you is that you don't mess with my stuff!"

He stared at him blankly. He didn't take the dork's laptop. "You done?"

"How would you like it if I messed with the Impala?"

"It'd be the last thing you ever did."

"Dean." He looked at her and shrugged. "I'm just saying."

"Did you take his computer?" Bobby looked at Dean.

"It would serve him right, but no."

"I don't lose things Dean."

"Right, because you're Mister Perfect."

"Alright, let's just go on." Bobby was sorry he asked.

So the next victim was a research scientist who did animal testing, a dick, to fit the profile. When they examined his body they found the belly scale of an alligator in his remains. How random is that? Of course that meant they had to search the fricken sewer systems, which did lead Dean to find something. His Impala, with all fours tires drained of air and Sam's money clip on the ground next to it. He immediately went back to the room where Sam was buried in a stupid research book.

"Do you think this is funny?"

"Depends, what?"

"What? The car! You can't let the air out of the tires, you'll bend the rims you idiot!" He didn't know a damn thing about cars and he had some nerve messing with his.

"I didn't go near your car!"

"Oh yeah?" Dean pulled out the money clip. "Then how'd I find this?"

Sam patted his pockets. "Hey, give me my money!"

"Uh, no. Consider it reparations for emotional trauma."

"I mean it, give it back!"

Kayla rolled her eyes and sat down, it was about to get ugly and stupid all at the same time. Sure enough they started wrestling over the money clip like a couple of school-age boys on the playground.

"Ok, I've heard enough."

"You showed up about an hour after that."

"I'm surprised at you." Bobby looked between them. His tone was quite fatherly. "Sam, Dean didn't take your laptop."

"But you didn't even…"

"Ah!" He held a hand up to stop him, Kayla giggled quietly. "Dean, Sam didn't let the air out of your tires."

"Yeah!" Sam stated triumphantly towards Dean.

Bobby looked at Kayla. "Seriously?"

"Now you know what I've been dealing with."

"It's obvious what's going on here. But you guys have got your heads so far up your butts to see what's right in front of your face."

Dean and Sam exchanged looked. "Well of course, it's um…I got nothing."

"Me neither."

He shook his head. "Kayla?"

"I think it's a trickster."

Bobby motioned towards her, the guys looked at her.

"I knew it." Dean stated triumphantly.

"Shut up." Sam shot at him. "Kayla, why didn't you say anything?"

"No one asked me, you two were a little busy being stupid."

It didn't take them long to figure out the culprit; the janitor was the only one at ground zero from day one. And the only way to catch him was to beat him at his own game. At least now they were getting somewhere.