Okay, so, this is my first ever SPN fiction. I decided to start out with a toe in the water and just post a small oneshot, just for some feedback and feel of the whole thing. Reviews, criticisms, and whatevers are certainly welcome. I hope you enjoy all 142 words of this thing.
DISCLAIMER: It should be obvious these aren't mine, so this is going to be the only disclaimer I post for this fandom.
It wasn't all that hard for Dean, because he knew he was that good. In fact, the King of Cocky seemed to have that theme song-slash-mantra of "I'm am the coolest doucher in the world" on perpetual repeat in his head.
Usually, that way of thinking would have turned Sam off immediately. He wasn't that great with arrogance, just because he was a natural at being the best in the room.
And when it came to Dean, he was obviously much better than him at a lot of things (yes, self-control included), which often confused Sam at where Dean might get his "way better than thou" mentality.
Well, as Sam thrashed about on the bed while Dean pushed all of his hidden buttons, Sam realized just where Dean might get his confidence.