Happy Birthday Sammy ((RP, Birthday Wishes and Pranks, it's celebrating Winchester style))

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Dean figured that was no kind of birthday at all, so he decided it was time to get things going. He was up before Sam and had his 'present' set out on the table.

The card was sat on the table by the door, so Sam would get it second.

Then it was just a waiting game, Dean slipped in to the closet and closed it almost all the way behind him.

Waiting for Sam to come along and open the box, which would then spray his face with a magical dust made to stick to the skin, followed by confetti, stars, hearts, various shapes and colors that would stick to the dust and remain that way until the proper incantation was said.

The card held a note "Happy Birthday, Sammy. Catch me if you can. Dean"

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Sam really should have known better. But after a late night in the library reviewing his business deal with Crowley had left him a little foggy. Bleary eyed and hoping for some coffee, he reached for the box with a half-smile. Naturally Dean wouldn't forget. He flipped the lid off.. and was sprayed with confetti and glitter.

Cute.

Then he tried to brush it off.

"Son of a..Dean!"

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Dean couldn't help himself, when Sam yelled Dean pushed the closet door open and stepped out with a wide grin.


"Happy Birthday, Sammy."

While the other tried to get the glitter off his face Dean slipped past him and to the door.

"See you tonight, about seven at Ravenclaw for beers, make sure you dress to match your new look."

The hunter snorted out another laugh and then took off out the door, he figured his brother would try getting him back before then, but hey, they had the whole day till meeting every one at the bar for birthday beers.

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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.

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Dean was laughing for a good portion of his run down the hall. He hopped on to the nearest stair cased and headed for one place he figured Sam would never think of him to go.


The library, plus it afforded several good hiding places with an escape route in more then one direction.

He jogged in the room, thankfully it was empty and Dean quickly threaded his way through the stacks of books to find a spot where he couldn't be seen, but he could see how was coming in.

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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.