[ The whole thing kind of went how Dean expected it to. Not that he wanted Sammy to fail at his first attempt at driving, but clutches and gears and pedals weren't as easy as one, two, three, and unless you had some kinda direction under your feet, you were bound to fuck up at least once or twice. It was just the way it went. Dean didn't know how else to explain it to Sam without letting him botch it and, well--
He botched it.
The car jumped and jerked and shuddered to a triumphant halt as Sam kind of failed at the whole endeavor and Dean kept his gaze carefully forward for a few seconds until he slid his attention sideways, looking to Sam with interest. He got the proverbial slap to the fact that he expected when he hadn't even cracked a goddamn grin, and so he swung his attention right out the passenger window, smiling broad just to get it out of his system.
Couldn't be perfect at everything. And so Dean cleared his throat and rubbed at his knees, nodding a few times and readjusting himself in his seat. ]
Start her up again. [ No, he wasn't shutting up. But he was the big brother. Shutting up wasn't part of the job. ]
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Date: 2017-04-09 03:58 pm (UTC)He botched it.
The car jumped and jerked and shuddered to a triumphant halt as Sam kind of failed at the whole endeavor and Dean kept his gaze carefully forward for a few seconds until he slid his attention sideways, looking to Sam with interest. He got the proverbial slap to the fact that he expected when he hadn't even cracked a goddamn grin, and so he swung his attention right out the passenger window, smiling broad just to get it out of his system.
Couldn't be perfect at everything. And so Dean cleared his throat and rubbed at his knees, nodding a few times and readjusting himself in his seat. ]
Start her up again. [ No, he wasn't shutting up. But he was the big brother. Shutting up wasn't part of the job. ]