some guys think they can't be winners

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[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam does take the beer, taking a pull before browsing and opting for the regular hot dog, which seems like the least dangerous option. He pulls it towards himself before shaking his head.]

Good to see some things never change.

[cholesterol]

( Sam seems to be branching out from his kale. Dean approves as he scarfs down a few spoonfuls of chili and takes another pull from his bottle. )

And never will. ( He does wipe his face with a napkin. Swallowing, he flexes his jaw as he yawns, looking around them. ) Think we can beat those high schoolers at balloon darts?

[imnot_likeyou]

Obviously.

[And look, when in Rome, right? You don't go to a carnival to have a kale smoothie.]

It's been a while but I think I can handle it.

[cholesterol]

( You are free to be you, me, and everyone else at a carnival or anywhere else, but, point there, narration. It's another (modest) ten minutes as Dean cleans the majority of his plates and whatever Sam can't get his hands on before balling everything up and throwing the paper in the trash.

As Dean slaps money on the booth, he turns to his brother. )

We should call colors. Make it interesting.

[imnot_likeyou]

I'm down.

[He does the same, waiting until the darts are placed in front of him, before scanning over the board.]

I think I'm gonna go green.

[cholesterol]

Red.

( Not opposite the color spectrum, but opposite Christmas, a holiday he and Sam continue to look at differently, the more the years pass. Dean finds he's getting more sentimental in his forties.

Dean goes first, tossing his dart (10). )

[imnot_likeyou]

[The dart glances off the edge of the balloon, but Sam doesn't do much better with his (7), missing the side of the balloon and embedding itself in the wooden board behind it.

He makes a face. This used to be easier.]

[cholesterol]

( This is not about age. The (6) probably says otherwise. But, he was trying to show off seeing that his brother missed entirely. It just goes to show. Showoffs get what they deserve. He grunts. )

[imnot_likeyou]

[This time, Sam does a little better (15). The green balloon pops and Sam flashes his brother a teasing grin.

Take that. Sam - 1, Dean - 0.]

[cholesterol]

Lucky break.

( Dean's (4) does not improve. In fact, it pops a blue balloon four balloons away. )

Hey, what's the catch here?

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam manages another burst (13) and he glances over at his brother with a smirk.]

Maybe you're rusty, old man.

[cholesterol]

( Pure annoyance fuels his next throw, (4), but he doesn't look away from his brother, so the 'Hey' from the booth attendant might not come as a surprise to Sam. Did he almost hit her? Oops? )

[imnot_likeyou]

[Yep, that's another good throw for Sam and another pop of a green balloon (19). He's trying not to gloat but ... honestly, where is he going to gloat if not with Dean.]

Eyes on the board, Dean. You might hurt someone.

[cholesterol]

( "Listen to your boyfriend."

Well, that's uncalled for. )

In your fan fiction dreams, Barker.

( The attendant gives him a confused look and looks to Sam while Dean rolls an (8). This was his idea! )

[imnot_likeyou]

[And that's another one for Sam (13), and he has to pause at the end to scan the number of green balloons left. He'll even make a show of it because he's a dick and doing that well.

You're welcome.]

[cholesterol]

( How. Rude. He locks eyes with the carnival attendant, first. )

I have a girlfriend.

( Then eyes the red balloon in his eye-line. (5). )

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam laughs as the last dart bounces off the edge of the balloon, before taking his prize and clamping his hand down on his brother's shoulder.]

C'mon man. I'll buy you a consolation pie.

[cholesterol]

( Without really REALLY trying, Dean throws one last dart (12), with a remaining "Hey!" from the booth attendant as he and his brother walk away. )

I'm not hungry.

( He's pouting. )

[imnot_likeyou]

You're never not hungry for pie.

[Which means he's being a baby, and should just suck it up and take his consolation pie like a man.]

If you want, I can go back later and win you another prize.

[cholesterol]

Shut up.

( He is not a baby. But, he is better than this. )

Game's probably rigged.

[imnot_likeyou]

Obviously.

[C'mon. These are carnival games. Of course they're rigged.]

The point is for them to take your money.

[cholesterol]

Yeah, yeah.

( But, maybe it's Sam's time to be humiliated because there are three, no, four clowns bounding his way, honking their horns and generally making a carnival scene. )

[imnot_likeyou]

[... Why. Sam can't help but make a face at the sight of them, before stepping back and steering towards the food kiosks.]

It could have been worse. You could have actually hit something vital with that flyaway dart.

[cholesterol]

( Dean does smirk at that, side stepping them, too. He does not need to be squirted with water. Har, har, Sam. Dean scans the food carts and the picnic tables (8). )

[imnot_likeyou]

[Nothing that indicates pie at the outset. There is a number of deep fried options if he'd like to trade them out. Zeppolis, funnel cake, ice cream -- choose your poison. Sam's not really doing much better, even with his extra height (8).]