Don't Go Eating My Heart

Pranks and Tricks

Based on Season 2 Episode 15. Read at your own risk. I am not responsible for any spoilers in the comments.

"Where's my laptop?" Sam asked.

His messenger bag was held in his hands as he had just looked through it. He glanced around the room that was honestly ugly. It had an olive green wallpaper and furniture, including the headboards, that looked like it belonged in an entirely different era. Dean was currently sitting in one of these chairs with a pillow behind him to try and add some comfort to the chair.

"I don't know." Dean's voice was void of emotion as his eyes moved to look at the room.

Sam's face turned into one of serious confusion and he began tearing apart the bed, trying to locate his precious laptop. Dean continued, ignoring his brother.

"I mean think about it, a philandering professor gets a dead girl, a pledge master gets hazed-"

"I left it in here." There was a slight hint of disbelief and worry in Sam's tone as he looked at his brother, still unable to find it.

"Well you obviously didn't." Dean said growing annoyed that Sam wasn't listening to his opinion on the case. Sam began tearing apart Dean's bed.

"I mean," Dean continued still ignoring his brother's worry. "these punishments, they're almost poetic. Actually it'd be more like a lymric but still."

He trailed off towards the end as if he was trying to form the poem in his head.

"Ok. Hilarious." Sam walked over to stand in front of him and gave a soft, but very fake laugh. "Where'd you hide it?"

"What? You're computer?" Dean's eyebrows furrowed.

"Yeah. Where'd you hide it?" Sam repeated and it was clear he was close to snapping.

"Why would I take your computer?" Dean's voice rose slightly in disbelief. He hadn't touched his brother's stupid computer.

"Because no one else could have Dean. We keep the door locked, we never let any maids in" he was gesturing with his arms.

"Looks like you lost it poindexter." Dean smirked at his little brother, clearly amused at how annoyed he was getting over a misplaced computer.

A 'you've got to be kidding me right now' look crossed across Sam's face. He was so sick and tired of being with Dean. He paused a beat trying to calm himself, but a second later he let it out as Dean continued to smirk at him.

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

"What are you talking about, I'm a joy to be around." There was a hint of a smile on his face, but Sam kept steam rolling in an unusually loud voice.

"Yeah?! Your dirty socks in the sink, your food in the fridge-"

"What's wrong with my food?" His voice almost sounded sad.

Sam's voice rose another level. "It's not food anymore Dean, it's Darwinism!"

"I like it." He mumbled to himself.

Sam threw his hands in the air and when he spoke, this time there was anger in his voice. "All I ask from you, the one thing, is that you don't mess with my stuff."

Dean's face remained fairly nonchalant with just a hint of annoyance as he looked at him. "You done?"

Sam shook his head, amazed at the ignorance in front of him. He turned around for a moment, about to let it go, but then he turned back and started speaking without really thinking about it.