He spun around as the closet door opened, still trying to brush the glitter off his shirt and out of his hair without much success. With the taunt, he cracked a grin.

Oh it was on.

"Dick!" he called at his brother's back before rummaging around through his own book of useful hexes. Sam grinned in triumph and shoved his wand in his pocket.

Turnabout was fair play, after all.