"I don't know Sammy." Dean said as they walked around the State Fair. "I think those things are just a scam to get people to give up all their money."
"It's a mechanical bull." Sam said. "It's not like it's gonna hurt me." Being sixteen years old, Sam thought he knew it all. Dean sighed.
"It's your money you're wasting." He said. Sam ran over to the guy and gave him his money. He climbed onto the brown leather fitted around the metal machine. He flashed a smirk at Dean as the guy started the machine.
Sam held onto the rope attached to the machine as it started to move fast, trying to buck him off anyway it could. Dean stood at the fence watching. He was actually really impressed by what Sam was doing. Eight seconds later, the bull stopped and Sam jumped off. Dean ran over to his brother, who was sweating, as he talked to the operator.
"Holy crap that was some good ridin' you had goin on there." The guy laughed as he slapped Sam on the back. "You're the first person all day to last the eight seconds. So as your reward, here's the one-fifty on the poster." The guy handed Sam a stack of green bills. Dean's eyes widened. "Now don't spend that all in one place, ya hear?" He laughed. Sam nodded and walked over to Dean, strutting.
"How you like them apples?" Sam asked as he spread the money out like a fan and waved it in Dean's face. Dean grabbed the money away from Sam's hand and looked at it. It was real, honest to God money. And it was in his hands now.
"Dad's gonna love this." Dean said. Sam's smile fell at the sound of this.
"That's my money." Sam said. "You're not going to give it to dad." Dean laughed.
"We need ammo." Dean said. "Sorry kid, but this isn't your money anymore." Sam hung his head. That's when a man came up to him.
"Hey kid." He said. He wore a cowboy hat and the stereotypical Texan cowboy getup. "I saw how you rode that bull back there. If you sign up today and come back tomorrow, you can try your hand at a real one and one thousand dollars." Sam's face lit up again. If he could win $150 from riding a mechanical bull, how hard could it be to win a thousand from a real one?
"Yes." Sam said. "I'll do it." He knew he could easily convince Dean to let him go. It wasn't like they had anything to do anyway. John was out on a hunt and had left Dean to make sure Sam did everything he was supposed to do.
"Here." The guy said. Sam signed some papers and soon, he was registered for the bull riding contest tomorrow. He held a cocky smile on his face as he walked back over to Dean. He was going to win that thousand tomorrow…