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The great prank war had started okay enough with Dean taking a picture of Sam asleep with a spoon in his mouth and then waking him up with the horn. Sam had countered by doing various other things, but Sam had ended it by using his telekinesis to turn Dean's entire bed upside down: so that he was sleeping on the ceiling instead of the floor. When Dean had jumped out of bed he had dropped to floor. It had only been a few feet, but it had massively freaked him out and as such he had conceded defeat.

Still it was a better end than the last prank war had been. Which, admittedly wasn't exactly a challenge since the last prank war had ended up with a trip to the hospital. The prank war had lasted for about two weeks and Sam had barely started growing his hair back again. Yes, Dean had put Nair in the shampoo. It was in response to that which had driven Sam to use his telekinesis trick. The kid had a thing about his hair, and even though Dean liked to keep his own hair short, any attempts to make Sam cut his own were not paid attention to.

They had just finished a case with a black dog. Nasty little suckers those were and at the moment they were between cases until one of them, most likely, Sam found them another one.

They had done a little hustling that night and were enjoying the fruits of their labor with some Chinese foods and cable TV. Sam was on his computer again, the kid was always on that thing searching for new cases or for information on Azazel. The kid really needed to work a little less and party a little more. Dean would be worried about an early heart attack if they weren't hunters and Sam was always doing stuff that was so much more dangerous. Still Dean wanted to get the kid to relax a little.

Sam didn't drink much and it generally had to be pretty bad for Sam to drink. He no longer watched TV in that super intense way he had in the beginning and had mostly seemed to have given up on watching it at all except for a few limited shows. Dean wished that Sam would watch more TV, but it was a little difficult to watch a series when you didn't have any sort of regular schedule and any show you watched half the time you had to pick up what you missed from the last episode by subtle cues. His brother needed to get laid, but he didn't really didn't want to help him much in that department. Since their latest prank war had ended he had to come up with a new way to keep Sam occupied in a way that had nothing to do with demons.

At the moment, he had nothing. Dean just hoped that he would come up with something the next day. Until they found a job they were staying in this motel that was about a few hours away from their last job since it had ended kind of badly. The both of them had wanted a few hundred miles between them and their last job.

Dean blinked as he realized that he had absolutely no idea what was going on with his show as his thoughts were drifting to his brother. Dean used the remote he had in his hand to turn off the TV and put the remote on the beside table. Dean laid down on his bed and looked up the ceiling like it might have the answers, it didn't.

Tomorrow, tomorrow he was definitely going to find some way to get the kid to loosen up a bit.

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Dean woke up to the smell of waffles and saw Sam eating some. Their continental breakfast must include waffles, which was just awesome since a lot of them just had cereal and if they were lucky, pastries. Dean grinned as he realized that Sam had two plates, one in front of him and one across from him on the criminally small table they seemed to have in all motel rooms.

Dean stretched a little as he yawned and then he made his way quickly to the table slipping into the seat across from Sam. He paused a moment waiting in case Sam hadn't brought the food for him, but for another reason but Sam ignored him in favor of the paper that he was reading he must have gotten from one of the machines around the hotel.

Dean shrugged that must mean the waffles were for him. He picked up the plastic fork and knife that were in the middle of the table, then dug into it with gusto enjoying the sweet syrup and butter on the waffles a lot. All too soon he was out of waffles and a quick look at the time made it clear that breakfast time was over, but even though he wanted more he did not necessarily need anymore. Sam by this time had finished reading the news paper and had left the table to go in the bathroom and from the sound of things was using an electric razor to shave. Dean cleaned the table IE put all the paper plates and plastic spoons into the trash.

Ten minutes later the two of them were both shaved, had their teeth brushed and done everything else that made them ready to go into the world. Dean grabbed the keys and made to his way to the Impala Sam easily keeping step with him. He had figure out where he wanted to take Sam, somewhere to get him a lot less tightly wound. A strip club. Dean settled into the driver's seat and turned the key only for the Impala not to start. Dean gritted his teeth. No this could not be happening!

Yes, he was aware that he hadn't exactly been taking as good as care of the Impala in the last few months, but that was mostly because it was case after case after case. Unfortunately that left little time for the care that the Impala had needed to stay in the condition that it usually was. He had been more focused on demons lately and he had let his baby fall to the wayside. He would make sure that never happened again. The Impala was the only thing he and Sam had of their lives before Azazel had burned both their house and their family. The Impala was the only thing that had come out unscathed. For most of his life he had seen as it his duty to make sure that one piece of their family was in the best condition possible, but he had failed in that.

"Is something wrong with the car?"

"No, it's not starting because it doesn't like your cologne." Dean snapped. Sam merely looked at him slightly annoyed, which was a shame since Dean kind of wanted to fight. Dean battled down the instinct to try harder to pick a fight and instead just got out of the Impala and opened the hood. He heard footsteps coming around from the other direction, even though Sam still only really knew how to drive a car, not so much how to fix one. Sam had never really seemed all that interested in learning either and had seemed mostly content to just watch him do all the car maintenance. Dean sighed again as he started looking on top to see if there was anything overtly wrong with it, and then sighed again as he went to the trunk and brought out the skateboard they had. Not because other one of them skated, it was for car maintenance. So much for the strip club.

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