HIDE AND SEEK
Glaring at her captive's smug grin, she folded her arms and sighed wearily. "Well then, I guess I'll have to conduct a thorough search."
Dean smiled, leaning casually against his furious brother; "Do your worst babycakes."
Turning angrily, she marched to the door.
"Igor," she called sweetly, and was instantly joined by a redheaded neanderthal with a scarred battering ram of a face, knuckles which almost reached the floor and skulls tattooed on his forearms.
The witch slipped away closing the door behind her, and smiled triumphantly on hearing the panic-stricken squawk; "It's in my sock ... IN MY SOCK!"