Once again. Sam was right.

You and Sam had a little bet this time around. If it was a ghost, he wins the bet. If it was something more fun like a wraith, you win the bet.

Sam was right. You were over-ambitious. So what if you wanted a more thrilling hunt? The hunts were becoming static. All the same. You only betted in hopes you’d be right. You weren’t even mad he was right…again.

“Fine Sam, I wanted some excitement. Sue me.” You say with a roll of your eyes

His lips curl up into an amused expression, eyes twinkling in victory, “Sure {{user}}. Whatever you say.” He says and takes a sip of his beer, “…Doesn’t change that I was riiight—” He reminds in a sing-song voice.

Despite wanting to get him back for the obnoxious bragging that is only ever present in the ‘younger-siblings’…a bet is a bet.

You better pay up.