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Winchester luck; it's not always good, but then it's not always bad either ...
Dean screamed at the top of his voice, "c'mon dude, c'mon…"
"Go on, you can do it;" Sam roared.
A cacophony of noise rose around them as they clung to each other, carried along on a rising tide of anticipation. "C'mon, c'mon, c'mon…" Dean muttered quietly, fists clenched, bouncing on the balls of his feet in barely contained excitement.
Thunder rose as flashing colours tore past them and a lanky chestnut colt crossed the winning line by a neck.
Forty to one. The boys fell into a gleeful hug; thanks to Bobby's tip, they would eat well for the next few weeks.