Alright so I finally wrote an April chapter. I realize its May and the second week of May to make things worse, but this just kind of popped into my head a few days ago. Enjoy and reviews are always welcome. Thanks!
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Chapter 4: The Master Plan
April 1, 1996
"Hey Dean. I just thought of a way to get you back," Sam said walking into their bedroom at Bobby Singer's. It had taken him a while, but he'd finally come up with the master plan to get his brother back. Earlier that day, Dean had somehow convinced Sam that his fifth period teacher was possessed and the period had ended with a stern conversation from the principal about how it wasn't nice to throw salt at people.
"Yeah, how's that?" Dean smirked. He felt a little uneasy looking at Sammy's Cheshire grin, but felt confident that whatever the thirteen year old had thought of would never trump the prank he had pulled that afternoon.
"I found this under your pillow," Sam pulled pink and white flowered underwear out from behind his back, his grin growing even wider. Dean's face paled slightly, but he somehow managed to keep his game face on.
"So what? You're going to tell Bobby?" he asked, his voice never giving away how nervous that made him.
"I could," Sam shrugged, "Or you could put it on."
"No freaking way," Dean growled, dropping the 'who cares' façade.
"Then I guess I'll have to tell Uncle Bobby you've been sneaking girls into the house," Sam taunted.
"Go ahead," Dean shrugged, "I'm sure he already knows." He turned back to the magazine he had been reading.
"I bet he doesn't know that you lost his favorite shotgun out in the junk yard." Dean looked up sharply. Bobby would be pissed if he found out about that. For the time being he thought the items in question had been misplaced, but Dean wasn't really sure how long that would last.
"You wouldn't dare," he said, narrowing his eyes.
"Hey Uncle Bobby!" Sam shouted, backing out of the room. Dean leapt out of his chair and yanked Sam back into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.
"Alright, alright," he hissed, but if you so much as giggle I'll knock you so hard you'll be out cold for weeks," Dean threatened. Sam nodded, barely keeping his grin in check. Dean took a steadying breath and then slowly stripped down to his boxers. "Turn around," he ordered. Sam obliged and turned his back, trying to get his face neutral so he would ruin his own plan. "There, ya happy?" Unable to control his facial expressions any more, Sam bolted past his brother and out of the room without hardly looking at him. He really had no desire to see his brother in girl's underwear, but it was all part of the plan.
"Uncle Bobby, do you remember that shot gun you couldn't find!" he shouted.
"Damn it," Dean swore and started to go after him, but stopped in the doorway when he remembered what he was wearing. He dove back into the room grabbed his jeans and pulled them on as he was running towards the stairs.
"Yeah, I remember," Bobby was saying from the kitchen.
"I found it yesterday and put it back in the closet," Sam said, sounding out of breath.
"Really where was it?" Bobby asked.
"Under the porch. I was doing a little practice shooting, you know shooting at rats and such, but I saw you coming and I stashed it there so you wouldn't see I had it," Sam explained, "Sorry."
"I'm glad you told me, but next time don't touch stuff that don't belong to you," Bobby said sternly.
"Yes sir," Sam nodded.
"You found it yesterday?" Dean asked, coming into the room. His voice was calm, but there was fire in his eyes. Sam turned around, grinning.
"Yesterday morning," he said.
"You're dead," Dean said, still in that all too calm voice. Sam sprinted out the back door with Dean hot on his heels. The two boys raced out into the yard and Sam got halfway to the street before his brother caught up, grabbed him from behind and started tickling him. "Found it yesterday huh?"
"Dean…stop…I can't…breath," Sam choked out between the giggles.
"Yeah well feel lucky that's the only thing you can't do," Dean teased.
"Dean?" He looked up and grinned.
"Hey Jackie. You remember Sam don't you?" Dean said, pausing in his tickling so Sam could catch his breath.
"Yeah, hey Sammy," Jackie smiled, although she looked down at Sam when she said this, her focus was on her shirtless boyfriend.
"Hey Jackie," Sam grinned back.
"Alright get out of here," Dean ordered, letting him go and pushing him slightly.
"I totally got you back," Sam smirked as he backed away.
"Yeah well payback's a bitch," Dean called after him.
"Uh, Dean? Is that my underwear?" Jackie asked uncertainly as she saw a strip of pink and white flowered underwear just above the waist of his jeans.
"Uh, well…see I…I can explain," Dean struggled.
"Didn't quite get your laundry done this week?" Jackie asked putting her hands on her hips. While Dean spluttered out an answer, Sam continued on his way towards the rusted cars, smirking the whole time. "Yup. Best April Fool's Day prank ever." he thought smugly.
. Thanks for reading, again sorry this is out of order, but it's the best I could do. Please review! Thanks!
