"C'mon Sam PLEASE!??!?!?!?!?"
"Oh god! Dean! Don't pout. It just doesn't suit you!"
"Well! Its either that or you be my wingman tonight at the bar!"
Sam huffed and rolled his eyes. "Dean! No matter what I do, I still end up being your wingman!"
"OK! Ok! You do this for me, and you don't even have to come to the bar with me. Better yet, Ill just buy the booze for a store and ill come straight back."
Sam raised his eyebrow.
Dean held up his hands at chest level. "I swear on my baby…the black beauty that's outside!"
"Fine! Tonight, you go by the booze, come back here, and we'll do it!" Sam waved his hands at Dean in exasperation.
Dean caught sight of the cast covering Sam's right hand and smirked. A much better chance at beating him.
That evening, Sam and Dean sat down and plugged in Dean's purchase to the TV, took up their guitars and played for hours.
Two hours later:
Dean sat in stunned silence, while Sam folded his arms and waited for an answer from him. Smug.
"I NEVER even once saw you touch a guitar. How the heck did you beat me with your arm in a cast?" Dean glowered.
"Sam chucked his guitar to the side and rolled his eyes. "Oh Please! I watch and learn. Plus I was king of guitar hero in college. Now gimme my booze!"
"No NO! I call do-over."
Expecting this, Sam sat back on the chair, ready to beat Dean again!