The ball wobbled on the edge of the top, left-hand pocket of the pool table. Four pairs of eyes watched fascinated as the round object seemed to be deciding what to do, teasing the players with its eventual outcome.
When it rolled in, a yowl of displeasure was emitted by the beaten twosome.
'You got the luck of the devil,' one of the Winchesters' burly opponents hissed, jabbing his stick towards the older hunter.
'Sorry dude,' Dean smirked, gathering up his winnings. 'As you can see, I won legit.'
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But some people are sore losers and the guy drew back a meaty fist, ready to lay one on the cocky stranger.
'Uh...uh. I wouldn't do that,' a calm voice intervened. 'My brother won fair and square.'
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Trucker guy turned to glare at Sam with resentment-filled eyes, assessing him.
The dude might be tall, but he was lanky. There would be no problem taking 'Sammy' down. Convinced, the trucker took a step forward, adrenaline flowing through him in anticipation of the upcoming brawl.
'I'm warning you,' Sam repeated, his hazel eyes two icy slits,
This time, the trucker drew back, shit-scared. He could've sworn the dude's eyes had turned coal-black for a second.
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'Come on, Sammy. Let's get out of here,' Dean said, herding his sibling towards the door, unaware of what had happened to cause the pissed loser to back off.
The trucker shivered as he watched them go. He was happier to forego the money than tangle with that weirdo.