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On the First day of Prank-mas

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Summary: TtH Holiday fic-a-thon response. Xander and Dean's Christmas Prank war! preslash to slash

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Supernatural > Xander-Centered > Pairing: Dean WinchesterMiekaFR1821,792021,90028 Dec 0828 Dec 08No

Two

Xander knew that payback wouldn’t be far off. He just never expected it to be first thing the next morning. Dean and Xander were both great sleepers. Even with Xander’s great love of sleep, Dean very rarely woke up before him. So when he woke up the day after the phone prank and saw a person shaped lump in the second bed, he thought he would be safe for a little while longer.

He stumbled out of bed and made his way to the motel room’s small bathroom. He began his morning routine, starting to brush his teeth as he walked over to the toilet. Had he been more awake he might have discovered Dean’s trick before it affected him. But unfortunately that was not the case.

So what do most ordinary men do first thing in the morning? (Not that! Get your minds out of the gutter people! That’ll come later . . .) So Xander let loose his morning piss and let out a loud swear when, instead of hitting the water in the bowl, the liquid hit an invisible barrier and splashed back at him. He leaned down to get a closer look. Someone had covered the toilet in plastic wrap.

“Goddamn you Winchester!!” Xander shouted as he heard a low chuckle start in the other room. Not something that he had expected. The prank was a little too fifth grade for a pranker of Dean’s caliber. In fact Xander himself had pulled the same stunt on Jesse during one of the prank wars of his childhood. The thought put a bit of a sad smile on his face. He and Jesse had had some stellar practical joke fights over the years until the great super glue debacle of eighth grade.

“You brought this on yourself Harris!” Dean shout came through the closed bathroom door.

Xander gave no response as he stepped into the shower. He wouldn’t give Dean the satisfaction. Instead he enjoyed the warm water and plotted his next move; including taking a long shower so there’d only be cold water left for the other hunter.

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The two men continued working on the case. Dean’s sources had provided most of the info that they needed. Apparently this spirit was going to be the breeze that they thought. A regular salt and burn just wasn’t going to cut it. There was a spell that would take care off him but they were having trouble tracking down the last ingredient.

The prank war had continued with silly little pranks. Xander had short sheeted Dean’s bed. The next day Dean got Xander with itching powder in the shorts. While Xander was doing laundry to solve that problem he turned all of Dean’s white shirts, socks and boxers a lovely shade of pink. Dean retaliated by emptying toothpaste in between the sheets at the foot of Xander’s bed. There’s nothing quite as gross as feeling toothpaste squishing between your toes. This convinced Xander to ramp things up a little.

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Xander woke up the next morning (still smelling minty fresh) after Dean had hopped into the shower. The next trick was already set in motion. He could hear Dean singing some old rock song. Xander quickly got dressed and sat with his laptop at the small table in the room. His digital camera was sitting next to him, within easy reach in order to photograph the results.

He was just finishing an email to Dawn when he heard the water shut off. Dawn had found a supplier for the spell ingredient they were missing. She would have it to them sometime tomorrow, if not tonight.

There was silence in the bathroom for a few moments before Dean’s bellow filled the room. “Alexander Lavelle Harris!!!” Dean dashed out into the main room. Xander quickly snapped a few pictures of a wet Dean, sans towel, with his hair a brilliant shade of Christmas green.

It was times like these that Xander regretted the fact that Dean had seen his id and knew his middle name. He also regretted the fact that he had chosen his tighter jeans today because Dean’s lack of clothing was beginning to have an effect.

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A/N more to come soon! Sorry to leave you hanging!

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