I am posting early, because I won't be in front of a computer tomorrow night. Enjoy!

Dean gaped as the eight ball flew into the corner pocket, and the biker who had made the shot smiled triumphantly.

"Pay up, kid. You owe me 200 bucks!"

Dean frowned and threw some money on the table. He had just enough left to get a couple of beers, so he wandered over to the bar and brought them to the table where Sam was sitting.

"You should have seen the look on your face, man," Sam said, laughing.

"Shut up."

Dean slouched down in his chair and pouted. Pool was stupid, anyway.