Money can't buy love.
Whoever said that BS didn't know about hookers.
Money can't buy happiness.
Did this guy ever indulge in the joyous wonders of cheeseburgers, pie, cars, strip clubs?
Money equaled power and Dean did whatever he could to increase his dwindling supply. Hustling became his major; pool, card games, darts, fights. Anywhere there was gambling, bets, beer, Dean's face was in the crowd.
He had found ways to avoid getting his ass kicked. Found ways to vanish before his victims knew what hit them. Growing up, he never had much; a brother, a dad, a car, some sort of shelter. Just the basics.
At an early age, he realized just how deprived he was and quickly taught himself the ropes. He experimented on his classmates; marbles, cards, he even placed bets on neighborhood kickball games. Slowly, he got what he wanted;
Cold
Hard
Cash.
And living the way he did, the bright green paper WAS happiness, WAS love, WAS his only companion when Sam and him began to drift apart.
Money, it WAS a crime, but Dean paid no attention and grabbed as much as he could get his hands on.
Think I'll buy me a football team.
END.