some guys think they can't be winners

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[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).]

[cholesterol]

( Dean did just eat his weight and then some in carbs, including funnel cake. He grunts, shrugging. )

I'll shake off being a sore winner if you eat a churro in one bite.

[imnot_likeyou]

Is that a challenge?

[Because on the one hand really? but ... he could probably do it, if Dean really wanted to push him.]

[cholesterol]

It's not not a challenge.

( He places Sam in front of the churro cart, slapping him on the back. )

[imnot_likeyou]

[Sam rolls his eyes, before ordering himself a churro. If Dean wants one, he's going to have to buy his own. But after studying it for a minute, he breaks it in half and attempts to shove it in his face hole.

And then promptly chokes on it when a chunk of churro goes down the wrong pipe (9).]

[cholesterol]

( he does buy Sam a bottle of water at least, for his efforts. and he uncaps it, setting it down in front of him, grinning. )

Now we're even.