You and Dean never fought. Like ever. Sometimes you'd tackle each other for fun or for…y'know. You loved each other. But this case, oh, this case was driving all three of you up the goddamn wall. At first, you thought it was just Sam and Dean messing with each other, but soon you were involved. First, Sam had accused Dean of crashing his computer, then Dean accused Sam of popping his tires. You'd called Bobby to come help with the case, since you were pretty sure it was a trickster. But the damn thing was good, it caught on that you were on its case right before Bobby got there. Long story short, Dean was sure he'd seen you kissing his brother, and you were sure you'd seen him making out with a stripper.

"I never did that!"

Dean shouts for the tenth time this afternoon, trailing after you angrily.

"Oh yeah? Looked like it to me!"

You snap back, hearing Dean literally stomp his foot like a five year old.

"Stop deflecting this onto me! I wasn't even at a club, how would I kiss a stripper?! You were the one kissing Sammy!"

Dean yells, his green eyes angry and defeated. It was one thing for his imapala to fall apart, but you? Forget it.

"I swear, I never kissed My Persona!"

Sam chimes in, annoyed with all the yelling.

"Shut up!"

Dean yells as soon as Bobby comes in, silencing the room.

"What the hell?"

He frowns, kicking the door closed and making you and Dean sit down on the sofa like a freakin' couples therapy session. After you all tell Bobby about the case and the weird things happening to you all he puts his foot down.

"Well, if you'd all stop being idjits it'd be pretty damn obvious what you're dealing with! It's a trickster! Sam, Dean didn't crash your computer! Dean, Sam didn't pop your tires or kiss your girlfriend!"

Dean frowns, looking a little guilty.

"Oops."