Cotton candy smeared around his mouth, Dean grinned at Sam, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Come on, Sammy, let's do it."
Sam groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Dean, no!"
"Ah, come on, don't be a wuss!"
"Dean, we've already done it five times!"
"Well, then, that settles it," Dean exclaimed. "It's unlucky to end it on an odd number." Laughing, he grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him toward the massive roller coaster, aptly named "Puke-O-Rama. "One – More – Time!"
Giving in - resistance was freaking futile - Sam ran with him, really wishing he hadn't eaten that last hotdog.