( 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? )
[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.]
[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.
( 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. )
( 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). )
[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).]
[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).]
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Maybe you're rusty, old man.
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Eyes on the board, Dean. You might hurt someone.
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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! )
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You're welcome.]
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I have a girlfriend.
( Then eyes the red balloon in his eye-line. (5). )
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C'mon man. I'll buy you a consolation pie.
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I'm not hungry.
( He's pouting. )
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[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.
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( He is not a baby. But, he is better than this. )
Game's probably rigged.
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[C'mon. These are carnival games. Of course they're rigged.]
The point is for them to take your money.
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( 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. )
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It could have been worse. You could have actually hit something vital with that flyaway dart.
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I'll shake off being a sore winner if you eat a churro in one bite.
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[Because on the one hand really? but ... he could probably do it, if Dean really wanted to push him.]
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( He places Sam in front of the churro cart, slapping him on the back. )
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And then promptly chokes on it when a chunk of churro goes down the wrong pipe (9).]
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Now we're even.
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Jerk.
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( An oldie but a goodie. )
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You heard me.
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( Who didn't say what. )
How long we got, anyway? Allison make plans with you tonight?
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[He straightens as he feels like he can breathe again.]
She and Isaac haven't seen each other in a long time, so they're catching up.
[And no, he's not threatened by that at all, so don't even start.]
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