And it was. He'd told that girl... Juliet? Was that her name? That he bet York had a GIANT ball of twine.
Dean turned off the road at an empty, old, gray barn. The field wasn't kept up, so he knew they wouldn't be tresspassing. There was a fence in the back of it, and trees behind it. He was sure there was something they could use as a target either in the barn or nearby.
Once he'd parked, Dean went straight for the barn, and opened up a side door. His theory was right. "Yahtzee," he said.
Empty beer bottles everywhere. A place kids came to drink and be stupid.