"Samuel Winchester, did you buy Boardwalk?" John exclaimed, digging through the pile of unclaimed property cards.
"Yeah, Dad," Sam said, holding up the dark blue card from his hand. "Pay up.
"I raised you dammit. I'm not paying this."
"Dad, it's the rules! You have to pay me."
"I'm not paying you, Sam. And that's that."
Sam threw his cards on the ground and stood up from his crouching position around the Monopoly board. "Dad, you owe me five hundred dollars and that's that!"
"Sam!" Dean snapped. All of his property cards and money were laid out in front of him, unlike John and Sam who insisted on holding their cards in their hands. It made the game a thousand times more difficult. "Sam, sit down. I swear to God if you walk out on the second Family Game Night in a row there will be hell to pay. And Dad! It's fake money! And you have plenty! Just freaking pay Sam!" John sighed heavily and gave Sam a handful of bills.
Everything was silent as Dean rolled the dice. But as soon as he reached for his piece – the silver car, the one he had to permanently remove from the box and keep on him at all times to keep John from using it –
"Hey! Dad, you still owe me fifty dollars!"
Dean sighed and put his face in his hands. "This is worse than the time we played Headbandz."
