What Goes Around Comes Around
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or the characters wish I did
Thank you TraSan for putting up with me.
This all takes place before the season 2 finales
Sam, looking at Dean's face getting paler and paler asked Dean a question, "Dean, just to make sure that you are still your usual sharp self, do you know what the date is?"
"Sam, we don't have time for this," Dean said with a glare towards his brother.
"Dude, just answer the question," came Sam's reply.
"It's Sunday, are you satisfied now?" Dean asked growing impatient. He just wanted the doctor to give him the medicine, so he could go into la la land.
"I don't mean the day of the week, I want to know if you know the day and month it is today," Sam said.
"It's March something or another. I haven't paid to much attention to the date. Can we PLEASE let the doctor give me the shot and hopefully put me out of my misery?" Dean asked his brother giving him a glare. "And why are you backing up?"
"Can someone please inform my brother what the date is?" Sam asked the group, slowly inching his way to the door.
"According to the calendar hanging over the sink over by the far wall, it is Sunday…" Ash began.
"We already established that it's Sunday," Dean interrupted as he watched everyone inch back.
"Sunday, April 1st" Ash finished as everyone bolted to the door.
"April fools!" Sam shouted as he opened the door and everyone ran out.
"SAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GET BACK HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Dean yelled after his brother.
Sam woke up to a pillow thrown in his face and Dean heading towards the motel door.
"Time to get up, we don't have all day to laze around. I'm going across the street to the diner for some breakfast, you coming?" Dean asked as he opened the door to the room. Sam grabbed the pillow and placed it over his eyes as the morning glare of the sun filled past the open door.
"Close the door, you're letting in the light. I'll meet you there in 30 minutes. Order my usual." Sam mumbled thru the pillow case.
"One order of short stacks, eggs and bacon with a cup of fu fu coffee. Hurry up," was Dean's last order as the door closed behind him with a click.
Sam groaned and stretched as he tried to get his brain cleared. 'How many beers did I consume last night? I was expecting Dean to get his revenge sometime last night, but when we got back to the Roadhouse, he went off with Cassie after we had a few beers with Ash and Ellen. I guess he wanted to say goodbye to Cassie since she was leaving bright and early this morning. I would have expected Dean to mess with my phone or laptop. Laptop…………Sh--!!!!!!!!!!!!' Sam thought as he jerked up in bed and tossed the pillow aside. He threw aside the blankets and made a mad dash towards the table where he had set his satchel with the laptop last night. 'Nothing looks out of place, but you never know with Dean,' Sam thought as he pulled out the laptop and booted it up. 'If I know Dean, he would have fixed my computer to connect to XXX sites, he might have everyone else fooled that he is doesn't know anything about computers, but he is just as good on one as me. Everything is fine, e-mail is fine, internet is running right. It looks like he didn't touch it. Maybe Cassie kept him occupied last night that he didn't have time or energy to retaliate.'
"Well, it looks like I might be in the clear." Sam said as he stretched and headed towards the bathroom. He didn't bother to turn on the light as he pulled aside the shower curtain and turned on the faucets. As the water turned to the right temperature, he took off his boxers and pulled off his t-shirt. He stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. He figured he had about 20 minutes left of the 30 that he told Dean it would take until he would be over there. Knowing Dean, if he wasn't there by half a second after he would be charging over.
The motel room didn't have a very large hot water tank. He used it up with in 10 minutes, but it was enough to get the last of the cobwebs out of his head and steam up the bathroom mirror he noticed as he got out of the shower. He pulled a towel off of the rack and wrapped it around his lean hips. He grabbed a second towel and started towel drying his hair. He went out to the main room, grabbed his shaving kit out of his duffel and headed back to the bathroom. As he approached the vanity, he noticed something in the mirror. But with it being steamed up from the shower it was hard to tell. Sam took the towel he was using to dry his hair and wiped the mirror in a circular motion. His eyes grew rounded as he took in the sight before him. "What the hell?" Sam said as he stared in horror at the vision in the mirror. He grabbed another towel and started rubbing at his chest. "Get it off, get it off," he kept mumbling. But it wasn't coming off no matter how much he scrubbed. With all his frantic rubbing and paranoid mumbling, he didn't hear the outside door open and Dean approaching the bathroom.
"As the saying goes 'paybacks are a bitch,'" Dean said as he leaned against the door frame and the next thing Sam noticed was a flash as Dean took a picture. "Don't worry Sam; it isn't a permanent tattoo, although it will take a while to wear off. They told me it could take about two weeks before the ink disappears." Dean said as he smiled at the dawning horror on Sam's face.
"But Dean, a CLOWN????????????" Sam wailed.