Hey guys!
E/O Challenge: the boys are at a bar. (This is like two days late, but oh well!)
Enjoy!
The white cue ball smashed into the eight ball, its sound reverberating through the bar- securing fifteen-year-old Sam's win.
"You hustled me!" His drunken opponent roared, making the move to attack, when a pool stick suddenly snaked around his neck, yanking him backwards.
"You really don't wanna do that." A voice hissed, grip tightening. "Lay one finger on my brother and I will end you."
Dean shoved the man away before smiling at his brother proudly. "You did good, kid." He praised, tossing the wad of money to Sam. "But don't think I'm always gonna save the damsel."
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
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