This chapter and perhaps who knows maybe subsequent ones are for SPNxBookworm who has been reading and reviewing and suggested a prank war was in order. Here you go my friend. Let war commence!

A Moment With My Brother

Peanut-butter Cups

Okay so colour me childish but I've never been one to back down on an intellectual challenge...umm, now then maybe that doesn't really describe what's transpired lately for ya though...minor non-violent skirmish? Nope, still not getting to the essence of what has been rattling the Bunker's oh-so-solid walls for the past few days. No, it's more like batten down the hatches, no-prisoners taken, each for himself, freaking all-out holy-hell of a prank war and it's been a total fucking blast.

It all started of pretty innocently really.

Sam ate Dean's 'Reece's Peanut-butter cups'.

Okay I know it doesn't sound like a major crime but see Dean really, really likes peanut-butter cups. No I mean reeeally. Like hyperventilating, eyes-dilating full-blown, choc-o-gasm, like. So when he does the grocery run he gets loads of candy cause we all enjoy a sweet treat and he tries to get the stuff we all like but it's an unwritten bunker law that the Reece's are his. Exclusively his. On pain of death.

And it's only fair cause he looks after us all. See, me, I like 'Skittles'. They taste heavenly sweet, like sugar rainbows but really it's the pretty colours that draw me. So I have a big, ole glass jar in the pantry and Dean keeps it filled to the brim from a secret stash he keeps somewhere in the bunker's thousands of rooms. Bless him.

Sam on the other hand, likes 'Butterfingers'. Says it's the orangy nuttiness that floats his boats and once he starts on them he can eat three, maybe four, at a go.

For Kevin it's 'Twix' in it's expensive-looking golden jacket, but even though it's 'made for sharing' with it's twin bars, don't expect a look-in. Our gentle prophet of the Lord is as aggressively partisan about his candy as any of us.

And Cas? Well, 'I'm just learning to be human' Cas likes a taste of everybody's. Yup, he doesn't really want anything to himself, he just wants a bite, piece, nibble or lick of anything going and though it'd be irritating from anyone else, we all let him bite, nibble and lick cause his face is a picture to behold as he discovers yet another treat that is immediately his 'favorite'.

So see Sam eating Dean's chockies when he had his own was bad enough but Dean would'a forgiven him...if'n Sam hadn't giggled when Dean made his displeasure known. Now this you might have assumed would immediately escalate into shouted curses and 'bring it on babe' and the battle-royal we now find ourselves happily embroiled in? Well indeed it did. Much shouting and pointing fingers and threats of violence ensued but surprisingly, after a while Dean backed down. Yeah, you heard me. Dean just stopped, then he humphed a bit, snagged one of Sam's 'Butterfingers' and walked away munching.

Which, though we didn't clock it at the time, was a master stroke, cause it lulled us all into a false sense of security and left poor, daft Sammy to tumble head first into Dean, the Master of Prank's, fiendish plot.

Lemme explain...

Prank Number One

It was two days after the great candy theft debacle. A slow sorta day. Dean was teaching Cas how to shell fresh peas. I know, a bit random but go figure, I guess they use frozen veges in Heaven and they were planning a pea and parmesan risotto for dinner.

And so the rest of us were lounging around reading and snoozing and internet surfing, when Kevin got the munchies.

"Dean?"

"Humm?"

Dean looked up distractedly from his careful supervision of his enthusiastic, but less-than-speedy sous-chef.

"What time are we eating dinner?"

Dean glanced at the clock but before he could speak Sam chimed in cheekily, nodding at Cas.

"Tomorrow, if Guy Fieri here has anything to do with it!"

And to our shame we all sniggered, except Dean. He just handed his willing minion another pea-pod and shook his head as much to say 'don't rise to it' before answering.

"About 8-ish, Kevin. Why?"

Our prophet glanced at the big clock...three hours to dinner, before chiming up.

"Candy time!"

And then he rose to his feet and went candy grabbing.

We keep the nommies in a number of places. The pantry as I mentioned for the non-chocolate treats as the cool, dry atmosphere does well for their hard shells but the chocolate goes in the fridge so it stays nice and crisp on the palette. No soft, warm choc for we connoisseurs.

So Kevin gathered a diverse selection and brought it to the table and we all greedily contemplated the treats.

Oh and big surprise. Guess what's sitting in the pile?

Yup you know it.

There, under the other candy was one forgotten but delicious little cup of nutty goodness. One of Dean's orgasmic Reece's delights that had escaped shifty Sam's snatch and grab.

And it would only have been fair for us all, but especially Sam, to leave it for the senior hunter. Yup, that'd been the grown up thing to do. Sure thing.

But what did Sam do...as Dean reached for the chocolate cup that was, we all knew, rightfully his?

He snatched it.

Yup. Used his gigantic, super long arm to stretch over Dean's reaching hand and snag the prize right out from under his brother's nose.

Kevin gasped a little, he hates conflict, makes him shaky and I was lens-locked with Cas our collective raised eyebrows exchanging an 'oh this isn't going to be pretty'.

And Sam ripped the paper, super-fast, from the sweet morsel and waggled it momentarily before his brother's wide green eyes. Eyes that were bright with...rage? Violence? Nope, neither of those but definitely something.

"Nom-nom-nom..."

Sam mumbled provocatively around the chocolate, smiling with all the cruelty of a gigantic, supposedly grown-up, little brother.

And then Dean...

Well Dean just...

Smiled.

Not just a grin but a huge, I-got-ya-sucker-and-so-fuck-you, smile and we all looked expectantly at Sam.

Oh and it was a picture. No really I wish ya had all been there. Sam's triumph leached away with each chew as Dean's grin escalated reciprocally.

"Garlic?"

Sam mumbled in disgust.

"Uh huh!"

Dean nodded happily, picking up the little paper candy wrapper and holding it on his hand.

"I found one you missed and hollowed it out from the bottom."

We all nodded and eye-widened at the elder Winchester's ingenuity as Sam gipped and choked on his inappropriately savory-sweet.

"Then I packed it with raw garlic and put it back into it's little case."

Dean beamed as Sam turned his back and spat into his hand, making noises that were not exactly pleasure-related.

"You know this means war, don't ya?"

Sam gagged around a distinct garlicky aroma.

"Bring it on, Bitch!"

Crowed Dean grinning in triumph.

And that's how it all went down.

So here endeth the first lesson my loyal followers and thus began the legendary bunker war.

Chapter ends