Early Saturday morning, Sam was up and ready to do what he had to do in order to get himself some money to spend on himself. He was tired of always having to share with John and Dean. Yeah, he didn't mind the occasional pitching in for guns, ammo, gas, food, motels, etc., but it was a constant thing. According to the older two Winchester's, he had a duty to the family.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Dean asked as he stood sleepily in the doorway of the bedroom they were sharing in the small apartment they were renting. Sam turned around and looked at him, half a Poptart in his mouth.
"To the fairgrounds." Sam said after he removed the Poptart from his mouth. Dean walked forward and took the uneaten one from him.
"And why do you think you're going there?" He asked as he bit into his breakfast.
"I'm going to win some money." Sam said as he got ready to head out. Dean blocked his way.
"Going to ride another mechanical bull?" He asked. Sam shook his head no and tried to move around him. Dean blocked his way again. "Answer me."
"Sure." Sam said. "Another mechanical bull. Now can I go?" Dean snatched up his keys from the counter. Sam's face paled. Once Dean and him got to the fairgrounds and saw that it wasn't a mechanical bull, he wouldn't let him ride, no matter how much money was at stake.
"Let's go." Dean said. Sam sighed and followed him out to the Impala. They got in and drove to the fairgrounds. There were already a lot of people walking around. Sam immediately headed towards the main arena, where the bull riding was going to take place. Dean ran to catch up with him. "Where's the fire Speedy?" He asked. That's when he realized where Sam was heading. He was going to the check-in.
"Name?" The smiling cowgirl behind the table said. Sam smiled back at her.
"Winchester." He said. She scanned her list and found his name. She smiled again and handed him a piece of paper to pin on his shirt.
"You're number ten." She said. "Event is about to start. Better get out there soon." Sam smiled and went to take off. Dean ran after him. He grabbed his arm.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" He asked. Sam pulled his arm out of Dean's grasp.
"I'm going to win some money." He said. Dean stared him down.
"Sam, a riding a real bull is nothing like riding a mechanical one. It's dangerous."
"How do you know?" Sam asked. "Ever rode one?" Dean didn't have an answer for that. "You can either stay or not. I'm riding this and there's nothing you can do to stop me." With that, he walked off. Dean stood there, not sure what to do, but decided to cheer his brother on.