[ Sam grumbled in frustration, his hands gripping tighter on the wheel for a moment, but Dean was right there. He wasn't going away even though Sam was pretty sure that this would be easier without him sitting there all smug. Sure, he hid his smile in the window, but the thing about glass was it reflected, and Sam saw the grin just as much as he heard it. Dean coughed, and he might as well have said "I'm laughing my ass off at you, Sam."
It wasn't his fault. This was harder than it looked. He had to do all these things in order, but the second he moved on to thinking about the next thing, he didn't get to it fast enough. It had to be natural, fluid, but how was he going to get it without practice? Wasn't like he was allowed to touch the controls of the Impala, uh, ever.
So Sam narrowed his eyes intently at his brother, like he could wish him to disappear if he glared hard enough, and said: ]
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Date: 2017-04-10 10:04 pm (UTC)It wasn't his fault. This was harder than it looked. He had to do all these things in order, but the second he moved on to thinking about the next thing, he didn't get to it fast enough. It had to be natural, fluid, but how was he going to get it without practice? Wasn't like he was allowed to touch the controls of the Impala, uh, ever.
So Sam narrowed his eyes intently at his brother, like he could wish him to disappear if he glared hard enough, and said: ]
Jerk.