Tossing the impala into gear Dean let out a loud huff—as if the arch in his eyebrows wouldn't give it away he wasn't in his happy go lucky mood. Nope. Not even close; to think he believed himself to be the best prankster—and to have his little brother prove him wrong. Was he unamused? Yes. Proud? Ehh...jealous more so, Sam did learn from the best. After allowing the young male to bask in his glory Dean's eyes flickered from the road to Sam's form, "You finished? Or..do I need to remind you who was stuck with the itching powder while talking to law enforcement?"
With that comment Sam's jaw wired shut; turning his head to look out the window. Did Sam really win this round?
