Still in their room, Sam fished around for one of Dean's favorite shirts. He tapped the shirt with his wand, muttering under his breath before turning to touch an unfolded map of the school.

Dean's presence blazed brightly in the middle of the library. Sam smirked. Clever place to hide.

Spending time in the library was going to pay off, the younger Winchester jogged towards a side entrance, his wand at the ready. Silently, he stole up on his brother and took aim.

Dean was now wearing the pinkest, frilliest apron imaginable. Complete with a set of pearls to make Donna Reed envious. "So you're prepared to make more pies. You big girl!"

And now he was off and running.