Even in the midst of dealing with monsters, one thing was sacrosanct to the Winchesters, and that was Vegas Week. Every year, without fail, Sam and Dean packed their bags, tossed them in the trunk, and drove west to play the Strip. They chose different casinos every year, and never returned to the same place twice in one trip. Often, they would skip them the next year as well. After all, better to be smart about these things.
Sam was better at blackjack. He had a knack for counting cards, but had to go big or go home fast. Most casinos noticed quickly, so it was a bigger risk. Dean hustled pool, and caught out a lot of college kids spending money they didn't have on Vegas road trips. Both Winchesters were great poker players, and would often play in different casinos then meet up after an evening's hard gambling. The only thing they avoided was the slot machines. Pure chance wasn't their thing, although one year Sam had spotted a machine with a faulty random generator. It was following a pattern, and they milked it for 17,000 bucks before walking away. That was a lucrative year. This year - not so much.
"…and then this scrawny college kid beat me hands down!" Dean tossed a crumpled pair of $100 dollar bills on the motel bed, his expression and tone disgusted. "He played me, dude. ME! That's all I got to show for four hours at the tables."
Sam quirked a bemused grin. "Maybe you're just off your game." The grin widened at the offended expression on Dean's face, and he shook his head. "Don't sweat it. Tomorrow's gonna be better. And get this.." he reached for a piece of paper on the bedside cabinet, and handed it to Dean. "New casino, and tomorrow's the opening of the tables. They got an open house tonight. Look but noplay."
Dean's eyes lit up, his bad mood fading away. "Awesome! What say we go grab something to eat then go check the place out?"