Sammy's streaking down the field like a black dog's chasing him, soccer ball flitting between his nimble feet. He feints left as he nears the goal, drawing his defender in, then jigs right and sends the ball rocketing into the net.
Dean grins as he rises to his feet. Sammy might bitch about training, but those moves didn't come from any soccer coach. His "Go Sammy!"is ignored as his brother jogs up the field, surrounded by his jubilant teammates.
After, Sammy slams into the car. "It's Sam, Dean. God, why are you so stupid?"
Dean drives home in silence.