"Hustler!" the biker hissed.
"Dude, told you at the get go I was gonna kick your ass. Not my fault your grandma taught you how to play pool!" Dean grinned at the growl that issued from the behemoth facing him across the table.
A scowling man with a bat clutched in his hand appeared next to the biker. In the next heartbeat, Sam eased in beside Dean. "Why do you always pick the gorillas to piss off?" he groused at his big brother.
Dean chuckled, readied himself for the gorilla's rush. "If it was easy, it wouldn't be fun, Sammy!"