Whipped
"Do you really think you can beat me?" Dean taunted as he watched Sam from a safe distance, basketball bouncing almost as if it had a life of its own. It appeared to float from the ground to his hands and back again.
His response came in the form of a competitive stare accompanied by a grin. He had to give it to him. Sam was definitely a determined opponent, maybe even one worthy of beating him. That was a big maybe.
Dribbling the ball towards his brother and the hoop behind him, Dean casually lifted it into the air and watched as it sailed upwards. Sam barely missed it, but it ricocheted off the hoop anyway. Damn.
"Close!" Sam smirked as he retrieved it. "You're a little out of practice, aren't you?"
Scowling inwardly, Dean forced a smile onto his face. "Yeah, sure. Something like that." Truthfully he had only just played a week or so ago. His basketball skills weren't rusty at all.
He sighed.
Maybe he should have stuck with watching the DVD he'd just gotten out.
Horror practically ruled his life though, so it was probably better that he was having a break from it. Even if it meant having Sam whip his arse.
fin.
