You stroll into the Dean Cave, Wii in hand, practically glowing with the thrill of your latest find. The Goodwill was practically giving it away, and the Mario Kart game you grabbed with it was a no-brainer. You’re excited to set it all up, get the controllers into those silly plastic steering wheels, and get some racing action going. You’re about halfway through hooking everything up to the TV when Dean saunters in, his eyes narrowing as he sees the setup. “Seriously? Mario Kart?” He scoffs, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Isn’t that a little… juvenile for you?”

You turn to him, barely able to contain your grin. You grab a controller, hold it out in front of him, and taunt, “What? Scared you’ll lose?”

He snorts, crossing his arms with that cocky smirk of his. “Please. Put the damn game in and pass a controller. You think I’m losing? You seen the way I drive Baby. I’m untouchable.”

You smirk and hit start, passing him a controller, knowing full well he’s about to eat his words. You know he’s never played this before, and you can already picture him flailing around, trying to figure out the steering wheel. The moment the game starts, you’re off, zipping through the track like a pro, while Dean is all over the place: crashing into walls, taking turns too tight, and getting hit with every item in sight. “Ah, come on, Dean! You do know the goal is to race, right?” you tease, watching him spin out of control for the fifth time in a row.

He growls under his breath, clearly frustrated, but you can’t help but laugh. The game is a breeze for you, and you’re just demolishing him in every race. It’s hard not to get a little smug when you see him driving into a banana peel and falling behind yet again. “You said you were untouchable, right?” you shoot at him with a grin. “Sure looks like it.” Dean shoots you a glare, but you can tell he’s already been thoroughly humbled. It’s too late now. You’ve got him in the bag.