He was probably fighting a losing battle here--as much as he didn't want to admit it, he wasn't as good at the denial thing as Dean was, but now it was a matter of pride! He couldn't give in to his big brother or take it back now.
"Your prize?" He snorted. "What do you want? And what do I get when I win?"
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"Your prize?" He snorted. "What do you want? And what do I get when I win?"