A/N: So, I need a break from studying for my chemistry exam and figured that some SPN-writing would do the deed :)

This story is inspired by 1.17, Hell House, and how Sam and Dean are pranking each other. It was just too tempting to do a memory of how stuff could have gotten out of hand from earlier prank wars.

The usual warnings and disclaimer still stand, obviously...

Have fun reading :D

Part 4: The king of pranks

"DEEEEEAAAAAN!"

Sam's voice was loud, angry and desperate and Dean smiled to himself. The next second his brother slammed the bathroom door open and entered the room wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Dean took one look at him and then nearly fell off the bed, roaring with laughter.

"You put fucking KoolAid in the shower head!" the younger Winchester growled accusingly and shook his head so hundreds of tiny blue droplets rained down.

"Wow, aren't you clever!"

"What the hell, man! I didn't even do anything. We've had a truce for years!"

"Yeah, well now we don't, Giant Smurf..." Dean said between laughs, "You know this new look suits you, you should keep it!"

"Fuck you, Dean!" Sam ground out through gritted teeth and wiped a hand across his wet face.

"Aw, what's the matter Sammy, feeling blue?"

Sam sent Dean a seething look before returning to the bathroom to wash up. He sighed to himself as his blue reflection looked back at him. Cleaning this stuff off would take ages! Dean would have to watch his every move from now on, Sam mused to himself, stuff like this meant war!

"Better watch your back, Dean! I always win these wars, you know!"

"Blah, blah, blah, I'm the freaking KING of pranks and you know it..."

"Huh" Sam exclaimed and poked his head in to look at Dean, "as far as I remember, I pranked you last by super gluing you to a bottle!"

"That was a shitty move Sammy, and if Dad had been around he would have kicked your ass for it!"

"Well, he wasn't, so... And I think putting Nair in my shampoo, making a clown show up and putting itching powder in my underwear were pretty shitty moves as well, Dean! And if I remember correctly Bobby had a talk with you about the clown!"

Dean shrugged and huffed.

"It's not like I'm the only one to ever have been called on a prank, you know!"

"No, I know! But if you hadn't done that stupid clown-thing I wouldn't have messed with the car and neither of our asses would have been grass!"

Dean furrowed his brow, a pensive look taking over his face.

"Hmm, I actually think you were the one who started that war when you placed a bucket of slime over the door!"

"Was not!" Sam shot and licked his lips, "Don't you remember? This is how it went..."

x-x

… Dean was slumped on Bobby's couch, chewing on his lower lip. He was bored out of his mind, pissed at his Dad for dumping them at the older hunter's place for two weeks instead of bringing them along. John was working a job with Caleb and had told his boys plainly that he needed a break from their constant prank wars. Last week John had walked into the line of fire by mistake, unknowingly setting off the firecrackers Dean had meant for Sam to be the victim of when he walked into the room. When the firecrackers went off John had pulled out his gun, spinning in a circle to locate the target and roaring like crazy.

Needless to say that he hadn't been too pleased when he discovered what had really happened. Dean had fought his way through a 10 mile run, 100 push ups, 250 crunches and four hours of weapon cleaning afterwards, his head stinging from the mercilessly hard slap his Dad had directed at the back of his skull when he passed him.

Sam had thrown Dean a mischievous grin when he was cleaning the guns with a pout on his face. Though Dean's first prank had quite literally backfired Sam decided that the war was on! The next day John had again fallen victim to his sons' childish games as a bucket fell on his head, encasing his head and shoulders in green, gooey slime.

When John finally managed to remove the mess, it had been Sam's turn to run, do crunches and push ups and then make salt rounds, his ass burning from the fast flurry of swats John had laid on him when he got out of his shower only wearing his boxers.

x-x

John had been more than relieved when Caleb had called about a complicated hunt and had eagerly accepted, deciding immediately that Sam and Dean would be staying at Bobby's, thus making sure that he would be out of pranks way!

x-x

And so here they were. The days were long, warm and uneventful, consisting primarily of helping Bobby with the cars, chopping wood and doing chores around the house. The old hunter knew the boys well enough to sense the war going on between them and so made sure to keep both Winchesters too busy to screw with each other. At least he thought he did!

Dean stretched on the couch, almost drifting off to sleep when he heard a scream from upstairs. Dean righted himself, waiting for his brother to show. He didn't have to wait long. The bathroom door slammed open and Sam came running down the steps, his eyes wide with fury and panic.

"I'm gonna kill you!" the youngest Winchester exclaimed grimly and narrowed his eyes, "you're so fucking dead, Dean! What the hell did you put in my shampoo?!"

Dean had severe trouble taking the death threats seriously seeing as his brother had several bald spots on his head, making him look rather ridiculous and when Dean started to laugh hysterically instead of explaining himself Sam lost his patience.

Sam advanced on his brother and jumped him with a growl, making them both tumble to the floor. The wrestling match knocked over the coffee table and Sam and Dean were huffing and puffing, grabbing and pulling so furiously that they didn't hear the angry outburst of "you two idjits knock it off, RIGHT FUCKING NOW!"

Bobby sighed to himself and slammed the rolled up newspaper down a side table so hard that the smack echoed through the room. Both boys froze in their position and focused their eyes on Bobby. Sam released his hold on Dean's ear and Dean removed the hand that had mercilessly shoved Sam's head into a very uncomfortable angle.

Seeing the look in the older hunter's eyes both boys started apologizing feebly and got to their feet.

"What the hell's going on here? One minute it's blissful silence the next a freakin' nuclear war is being fought in my living room! Sam what's-"

Bobby stopped mid sentence as he suddenly discovered the boy's tortured locks. His eyes narrowed and he turned his gaze on Dean who seemed to wither under his stern glare.

"It's err, that's errm..." Dean mumbled and shifted his feet.

"Yes, thank you Dean I can see what that is! What did both your Dad and I tell you when you two arrived?"

"To quit with the pranks, I know. But Bobby I was ow, ow, owow ow!"

Dean was cut off as Bobby swung the newspaper, whacking Dean roughly over the head.

"Well, don't ya ears work, boy? No more pranks or we move from the newspaper to heavier artillery!"

"Yes, sir..." Dean mumbled, choking back a laugh as he cast his brother another glance.

"Right, well I need you both out back, so move them asses!"

x-x

While they were helping Bobby dig a grave for a body some guy named Rufus was bringing over later, Sam was racking his brain for ways to get back at Dean. He needed something that Bobby wouldn't notice or walk in to by mistake and so far he had discarded every decent idea he had come up with.

It wasn't until he was helping Bobby cook dinner that Sam finally knew how to get his revenge. Bobby was adding salt to the soup and scrunched up his face as he tasted the food.

"Balls!" he exclaimed and sighed deeply.

"What's wrong?" Sam asked, "it smell's great."

"Yeah, well, I put in sugar instead of salt by mistake so now it might as well be a freakin' dessert!"

"Doesn't matter, Bobby, I'm sure it's still good. And Dean likes sugar-everything! He adds a freaking pound to his cereal!"

Sam smiled to himself as he noticed his own words. That was it! The classic salt and sugar-swap. The teen grinned to himself, already looking forward to seeing his brother's face the next morning.

x-x

Sam was trying to force his hair into a position that hid the bald spots when he heard his brother walking down the hall towards the bathroom. Dean pushed the door open and nodded at Sam.

"Morning Baldy!" he greeted and went to the toilet to relieve himself.

"Fuck, Dean, at least wait til I leave!"

"Geez, dude, relax!"

Sam huffed and went downstairs to the kitchen. Bobby was reading his paper, feet on a stool and his coffee mug in hand.

"Morning Sam" he said and shortly lifted his eyes from the paper.

"Morning, " Sam answered and quickly poured himself a bowl of cereal.

When he had sprinkled sugar on his Fruity Loops he sent Bobby a sideways glare to make sure that the older hunter wasn't looking. Bobby had focused all his attention back on the newspaper and so Sam managed to replace the sugar with salt without anyone noticing.

Dean entered the kitchen just minutes later and plopped down on a chair as soon as he had poured himself a cup of coffee.

"Man I'm starving! Pass the cereal!"

Sam pushed the colorful pack of Fruity Loops across the table and then dug into his own breakfast. He watched out of the corner of his eye how Dean nearly emptied the bowl of "sugar" onto his cereal and Sam held his breath to avoid laughing prematurely. This would be epic!

Dean lifted his spoon and, clueless as to what was about to happen, shoveled the cereal in to his mouth. As soon as he bit down on the food Dean felt the salt and he reflexively opened his mouth and let the half chewed Fruity Loops fall to the table while he spluttered and then emptied his coffee mug in two huge gulps. Sam was shaking with pent up laughter, and as the cereal and milk spilled across the table Bobby lowered his paper.

"What the hell are you doing, Dean?" he asked dryly, not in the mood for any mischief.

"Umm" Dean said and wiped his mouth, "nothing!"

He shot his brother a look, squinting almost unnoticeably. Sam saw though, and knew it meant that Dean wouldn't rat him out. Both Winchester boys had a past with Bobby's belt and though Dean was pissed at Sam for the salt and sugar-swap he wasn't willing to throw his brother's ass under the bus for it!

The older hunter noticed the silent exchange between the brothers and instantly knew that his warning from yesterday had gone unnoticed.

"Nothing, huh! Give me your breakfast!" Bobby ordered as he stood up to grab a clean spoon.

"It's fine, really Bobby, I just, umm, wrong pipe, you know..."

"Mmhmm" Bobby nodded, "but I really wanna taste that rainbow colored candy-crap you two eat!"

Sam swallowed nervously as Dean pushed the bowl across the table and watched in horror as the old hunter put a spoonful in his mouth. Bobby screwed up his face and joined Dean's example of letting the milk and cereal fall to the table.

"Goddamn it!" he growled and shot Sam a death glare, "didn't you hear me yesterday, Sammy?!"

"But I just wanted to get back at him, Bobby, even the score out a little!"

"Hrumph!" Bobby huffed and reached over to cuff the boy upside his head, "okay, I see your point. But now that you're even, this madness ends. Are we clear?"

Sam nodded and threw Dean a gloating look. For once he had gotten the last word!

"Now, clean this goddamn mess up and then place that ass of yours back here to translate some Latin!"

Sam scoffed, but seeing Bobby's stern glare immediately reeled in the attitude.

"Yes, sir!" he said obediently and rose to get some paper towels.

x-x

Dean was buried underneath an old Escalade, working on the chassis, his feet stomping the ground in tune with the music blaring from the small radio. When the guitar solo started Dean kicked out his leg to hit an imaginary guitar pedal but instead hit the radio so it fell over. The radio buzzed before settling on another channel and Dean scrunched up his nose when the rap hit his ears. That stuff had never been for him. He knew Sam had had a hip hop phase but Dean never got the big idea. Sam! The look on his brother's face when Dean spat out his cereal haunted the older Winchester and he couldn't help but think of ways to wipe that gloating smugness off the kid's face. Regardless of Bobby's warnings!

Dean tightened a bolt and breathed a sigh of relief when the song ended. He rolled out from under the car and fumbled for the radio to change back to the rock station.

"This was Let's go all the way by Insane Clown Posse, kick back to th-"

Dean found his favorite channel again, just catching the ending of Rooster by Alice in Chains and moved back under the car. Just as he focused on the bolt again the perfect Sam-prank waltzed into his head. An insane clown showing up to give Sam a hug! That stuff would put Dean back on top of the Prank Throne, coronating him forever as the King of Pranks! Dean smiled to himself, his teenage mind pushing back the possibility of Bobby making good of his promise about heavier artillery if he caught the boys doing another prank. He had phone calls to attend to when this old gal was done! And seeing as Bobby was going to town later this afternoon to deal was some misdimeanors at Sheriff Mills' station, he knew just the time to arrange the cheerful meeting!

x-x

Sam and Dean were relaxing in the living room when the door bell suddenly rang. The boys looked at each other, neither one moving an inch.

"Answer the door, Dean" Sam said, giving his brother a lazy glare.

"No way, you move your ass out there. I'm the oldest so you do what I say..."

Sam sighed and wasn't going to move, but then the door bell sounded again, a long, persistent ringing torturing his pounding head ache.

"Fine!" the younger teen exclaimed and got off the couch with a displeasured grunt.

Sam exhaled heavily as he approached the front door, not in the mood for whatever was awaiting him outside. He opened the door and felt his heart threaten to pound its way out of his chest when he spotted the thing standing in front of him. Huge shoes, colorful pants, curly, red hair and the most grotesque smile Sam had ever seen was planted right in front of him! Sam let out a pitiful squeak and felt his face heat up as the panic spread throughout his body.

"Wh-wh-what..."

"Are you Sam?" the clown asked grimly, clearly annoyed with the entirety of the situation.

Sam didn't move, didn't say a word. He was staring at the monster in front of him, closing his mouth when he found himself to be slack-jawed.

The clown nodded to himself and took a step forward.

"Have a nice day Samuel!" the dressed up man growled, sounding everything but sincere.

He then proceeded to extend his arms to wrap Sammy in to a hug. Just as he was closing his grip Sam sprang to life, letting out a panicky howl followed by a forceful jab to the clown's nose.

"What the fuck!" the clown roared furiously before tumbling to the ground, cupping his nose.

As the large man went down, all the fight went out of Sam and he fell to the ground with a thud, out cold as the panic finally took the better of him.

x-x

Bobby returned home just in time to see a huge clown fall backwards, Sam fainting to the ground and Dean showing up at the door, a bewildered yet amused look on his face.

"Balls!" Bobby mumbled as he strode towards Dean.

He slowly approached the boy who was too busy helping the clown off the ground to notice Bobby's arrival.

"I'm sorry" Dean tried and brushed some dirt off the clown's jacket.

As Dean's hand slapped gently across the over sized button it let out a honk that left the teen in hysterics.

"You'll be hearing from my lawyer!" the clown exclaimed angrily, instantly wiping the grin off of Dean's face.

"Please" the boy said, holding up his hands dismissively, "my brother's scared to hell of clowns, I was just trying to teach him a lesson. I had no idea he was gonna punch you!"

None of Dean's words seemed to appease the clown, and he was clearly about to yell when Bobby cleared his throat, making both the clown and Dean flinch in surprise.

"How 'bout you take this and you'll never hear from us again?" Bobby said gruffly, handing the clown a bunch of bills.

The man nodded curtly before turning on his heels and striding off Singer's Salvage Yard. Bobby sent Dean a seething look that made the boy take a step backwards, before he kneeled beside Sam and gently patted him on the cheek.

"Hey, Sammy, hey, wake up, boy!"

"Huh?" Sam slurred and opened his eyes.

He looked confused for a moment before the clown episode returned to him.

"No, no! The clown, he was, he hugged-!"

"Relax Sam, he's gone! Let's get you inside to rest a bit!"

Bobby snapped his fingers at Dean to get him to help half carry half drag his brother to the couch.

When Bobby had made sure Sam was resting peacefully he turned towards Dean who was leaning on the bookcase.

"What were you thinking, ya stupid-ass?!" Bobby asked grimly.

"Come on, Bobby!" Dean said when the old hunter raised an eyebrow at him, "it was just for kicks. If I'd known he would punch the guy and then faint himself I wouldn't have done it!"

"But ya did!" Bobby said dryly and took a step towards Dean, "You know Sammy's scared to death of clowns and yet you chose that weak spot to pick on!"

Dean hung his head, actually quite ashamed of himself. Maybe that blow had been below the belt! He flinched when Bobby grabbed him by the front of his shirt and tugged him with him out of the house.

"Bobby, look, I promise I won't-"

"Shut your piehole, Dean! Do I ever break my promises?"

Bobby gave the boy a good shake and Dean sighed in defeat.

"No, sir"

"Good, then you know where we're headed!"

x-x

Dean sucked in a breath as the worn leather belt caught him right across his sit spots and he jerked forward as the next stroke hit just an inch lower.

"Dammit, Bobby, enough already!" Dean ground out through gritted teeth. He had forgotten just how mean a swing Bobby Singer packed!

"You're not really in a position to negotiate, kid!" Bobby growled dryly and let the belt fly through the air again.

When he finally threaded his belt back through their loops Dean was panting for breath, stomping his feet and letting out every swear word in the book. It took a moment for him to pick himself up, but he eventually righted himself from the hood of the car and looked at Bobby with a tear-stained, subdued face.

"I'm sorry Bobby!" he said in a low voice, "I guess it was kind of a shitty move!"

"Damn straight!" the hunter agreed and sent Dean a stern stare, "move that ass of yours back to the house and up to your bed. I don't wanna see you downstairs until dinner, are we clear?"

"Yes, sir" Dean nodded and trudged slowly towards the house, his hands tentatively rubbing at his burning backside.

x-x

As soon as Sam heard Bobby drag Dean off to blister his ass he jumped up from the couch to set his plan in motion. He was positively pissed at Dean for pulling such a low-blow and as soon as he came to, he had decided that the Impala needed to come into play if he was to stand a chance to trump the stupid clown!

Sam opened the fridge and pulled out an onion and the salmon waiting to be cooked for dinner. He quickly cut off a small piece of the fish before putting the rest of the salmon back in the refrigerator.

With sticky hands Sam wrapped the salmon around the onion before putting the fish package into a tiny net. He smiled to himself as he grabbed the duct tape and brought both tape and fish out to Dean's baby.

With great care Sam placed the fish and onion pack inside the exhaust pipe of the Impala, making sure not to block the pipe completely. He smiled to himself as he went back to the house, throwing the car one last look. The Impala was parked right in the sun and tomorrow the weather would have done all Sam's dirty work for him! All that was needed then was a nice drive in the sun!

x-x

The next day Dean was somewhat more subdued than usual, his butt sore and bruised, and Sam was a lot more jumpy than he used to be. He had tried persuading Dean to go to town for pie, but not even bakeries seemed to tempt Dean enough to accept sitting flat on his ass for the ride!

x-x

Late in the afternoon John's truck suddenly showed up, making both boys swallow hard. Dean knew he was in for an epic telling off, maybe another whuppin', and Sam knew his ass would be grass if his Dad found out about the car. The man was still overly attached to the old Chevy!

John greeted Bobby on the porch, the older hunter letting John know all about what his boys had been up to for the last week and a half. Dean jumped when he heard John's outburst as Bobby filled him in on the Nair and the clown-prank and crossed his fingers that his Dad would take Bobby's word for it when he said that Dean's ass had already paid for those pranks!

"Dean, come here!" John ordered when he entered the living room five minutes later.

His eldest threw him a nervous look but went to him nonetheless. When he was standing right in front of his Dad, Dean bit his lower lip.

"Dad, I-"

"Can it, Dean. We're going for a ride and a conversation!"

Dean blanched at the last word and John raised his hands.

"No, not that kind of conversation, Dean. Bobby assured me he already took care of you!"

"Yeah, you could say that again!"

John hid a small smile and tugged gently on Dean's collar to get him to follow. Sam's eyes darted from his Dad to Dean to Bobby and he went outside with the others.

"Maybe you should take the truck" he suggested, trying to sound as casual as possible, "better seats for a burning ass!"

"As much as I'm sure your brother's ass appreciates your concern we're going to take the Impala! It's been ages since I've driven that beauty!"

Sam opened and closed his mouth, not knowing what to say, and couldn't do anything but look on as his father and brother got in the car and drove off. Well, fuck!

x-x

Dean moved around the seat, trying to find the least uncomfortable position and glared out the window. He knew his Dad was going to chew him out and wasn't exactly looking forward to the lecture. He had been through it a million times and had become an expert at looking repentant, saying his "sorries" at the right times and blushing appropriately when scolded, all the while not really listening. John obviously sensed that his son wasn't hearing a word he was saying and slammed his hand down the horn, making Dean jump in surprise.

"Listen to me when I'm talking to you, dammit!" John growled, sounding annoyed, "This selective hearing you've got going ends now Dean!"

"Yes, sir" Dean mumbled

"Look, I know brothers pull pranks on each other, but this has gone too far. Making a clown show up at Bobby's to hug your brother! You know how Sam feels about clowns, and if you had considered the situation maybe you would have realized that Sam might react the way he did! The man would have had every right to send his lawyer at our throats and what would that have gotten us, huh!"

"I'm sorry Dad, I was just-" Dean pinched the bridge of his nose, shooting his Dad a dirty look, "Did you let one rip just to let me know you think I'm talking shit?"

John shook his head, exhaling forcefully as an attempt to make the nasty smell go away.

"Thought it was you!" he said and rolled the window all the way down, "Damn this is disgusting. Smells like a bear puked up a rotten fish in here! How the hell are you treating my sweetheart, Dean?!"

The teen raised his hands dismissively, not wanting to take responsibility for the foul smell. His Dad's words repeated in his head and suddenly realization struck Dean. He was the one to tell Sam about this particular prank in the first place. How the hell did Sam dare do this nasty shit to his precious baby! He was going to rip his brother to shreds when he got his hands on him!

"Dad, I know what the smell is!"

John threw Dean a quick glance before returning his eyes to the road.

"Please, do tell! Jesus, it stinks in here!"

"It's a piece of fish and onion in the exhaust pipe... Sam must have put it there to get back at me for the clown-thing!"

"WHAT?!" John roared, pulling the steering wheel by mistake, "that is IT, I'll make sure he never even thinks of doing something like this again!"

Sensing the anger radiate from his Dad Dean turned his head to look out the window again and raised his eyebrows. Wow, he thought to himself, you better prepare for an epic ass kicking, Sammy!

x-x

Bobby and Sam were working in the yard when they heard the Impala's roar out front, and Bobby sent the boy another scrutinizing glare. Sam had been very subdued since his Dad and Dean left, but didn't want to give the old hunter a explanation for his weird behavior. Now that the Impala was once again parked in Singer's Salvage Yard Sam seemed to grow nervous and he ran a hand through his mangled hair.

"Come on, let's go find some beers and sodas" Bobby said, giving Sam a pat on the back as he passed him.

They went to the kitchen and met the two returning Winchester's in the living room. Sam stopped dead in his tracks when he spotted his father's furious form and gulped audibly. Dean shifted a bit on his spot, not entirely comfortable standing next to John Winchester at this exact moment. His hands were freaking war clubs for Christ's sake!

"Upstairs now Sammy!" the oldest Winchester boomed, making the boy in question flinch.

"Dad, I can explain..." Sam started feebly.

"Can you really?" John spat angrily, "Cause the way I see it no explanation will realy suffice!"

Sam hung his head, his heart racing desperately in his chest.

Bobby looked from Winchester to the next, not at all getting the reason for the angry atmosphere.

"Will someone fill me the fuck in here?" he shot dryly and pulled off his cap to run a hand over his hair.

John turned his eyes to Bobby and exhaled deeply.

"This genius" he started, motioning to Sam, "decided to get back at Dean for the stupid ass clown-thing and did so by poisoning the Impala with a piece of fish and onion in the exhaust pipe! It fucking reeks now!"

Bobby quickly masked the reflexive laugh by turning it into a cough. Though he could see some humor in the prank he knew that John sure as hell couldn't! That car was his pride and joy, and it had been hard for him to hand over the Chevy to his oldest.

No matter how funny Bobby found the prank to be on paper, he didn't find the fact that Sam had actually done it funny one bit. After the scoldings, the punishment Dean had been through and the fact that both John and Bobby had directly ordered the prank war to end Sam had still went and done something so disrespectful. Knowing John Winchester Bobby felt for the boy!

x-x

John was pacing in front of Sam, who squirmed uncomfortably on the bed, and blew out a breath before returning to the telling off.

"You boys never seize to amaze me!" John said, "what is it with you two and crossing a thoroughly established line, huh! I told you two to quit these stupid games. Bobby told you! And then you kept it up anyway!"

"But I couldn't just let Dean get away with that fucking clown-prank, Dad!" Sam whined, sending his father an indignant look followed by his distinctive pout.

"Watch your mouth! Dean didn't get away with it, Bobby roasted him good and truly for it, you know that Samuel! What Dean did was not okay, but I would have thought you'd have more decency than to use the same methods as your brother!"

"What's that even supposed to mean? What I did was nothing like what he did to me, Dad!"

"No? Because the way I see it, you deliberately set in where you knew it would hurt Dean the most! His love for the Impala is as deep and strong as your fear of clowns, and though his prank might have seemed more mean yours wasn't a hell of a lot better!"

Sam hung his head and sucked in his bottom lip. When his Dad put it like that!

"I'm sorry..." the teen mumbled, feeling his cheeks blush.

"Yeah, you damm well will be!"

John only had to motion with his hands to get Sam into position, and he felt his son gasp when he saw what John grabbed from the table.

"Please, Dad" Sam said pleadingly, "Use anything but that!"

He swallowed to himself and remembered all too well how much getting smacked with the ruler before his run-off to Flagstaff a few months prior had stung!

"No, I think this'll do just fine!"

And with that the first whack fell, instantly emitting a sound gasp from Sam.

x-x

Usually John had a very firm pattern when he punished his boys, the strokes wandering from top to bottom and then back up, but this time there seemed to be no order of things, some of the licks crisscrossing evilly.

Sam was yelping and felt tears spill down his cheeks as a nasty smack struck him right across the undercurve.

"OWWW!" he cried and nearly launched himself off the bed, "I'm sorry Dad, I'll never mess with the Impala again, I sweAARHH!"

When Sam couldn't control his breath and the duvet underneath his face was a mess of tears and snot, John threw the warm ruler back on to the table and carefully stood Sam up.

"Now, you better promise me that this prank war is absolutely done for!"

Sam nodded vigorously and mopped at his face.

"Yes, sir. I'll never pull a single prank ever again!"

"Don't make promises you can't keep, Sam" John said gently and ruffled Sam's ridiculous excuse of a hairdo, "you are a Winchester after all..."

x-x

… Dean looked up at his brother, grinning broadly.

"Okay, so maybe I did start that war all those years ago-"

"Yeah, like ever other prank war throughout our history!" Sam butted in, "And for some reason it's always my ass that gets burned the worst!"

"What?! Don't you remember how hard Bobby could hit! I didn't sit well for days!"

"Oh, boo hoo! You sent a fucking clown at me! You shouldn't have been able to either sit or walk for a year! And besides Dad went all ape with that stupid ruler on my poor ass!"

"Whatever, man! I'm still the KING! And I think you still have some blue shit right there!"

Sam slapped Dean's hand away from his face and got up from the chair. He opened the fridge and pulled out two beers. What he spotted lying next to the bottle opener made a devious smile spread on his face. Sam opened the beers and turned towards his brother with a mischievous look in the eyes.

"Want a beer?" he asked innocently and held out one of the bottles.

Dean almost grabbed the beer, then froze in his move. He squinted lightly, trying to read his brother.

"Yeah, I think I'll have the other one, thank you" Dean said smugly and grabbed the other beer as Sam held it out to him with a nod, "how stupid do you think I am? I won't fall for the same trick twice!"

Sam just nodded and took a swig of the beer left in his hand.

When Dean pulled back his bottle and was about to place it on the table he blushed and turned a pair of angry, green eyes at his brother.

"You didn't!"

Sam was already roaring with laughter and grabbed the super glue from the table so Dean could see.

"Oh, but I did!"

"I'm gon-, I'm gonna kill you, Sammy!"

"Okay!" Sam grinned, "but if you do that, you won't have an opportunity to win back your self acclaimed title"

"What?" Dean growled.

"Fool you once shame on me, fool you twice shame on you! I'm the fucking KIIING!"

Dean pursed his lips and for once felt at a loss for words. Okay, so maybe he had to let Sam get this one. At least for one day Sam Winchester was the King of Pranks!

A/N: Yep, that was it... Hope you enjoyed :)

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- Rikke