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[venatoris]

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[endoftheverse]

Five card.

[He refrains from sniffing, because his nose hurts like a bitch right now; instead he leans forward in his seat. Dean'll probably cut him some slack and ignore the slight tremble in his hands as they sit on the table, ready to catch any cards slid his way.

He runs his tongue over the tender, swollen cut on his lip, glances to the deck of cards in Dean's hands.]

Got anything to bet? Can't imagine you have a bag'f marbles for this one.

[They used to bet with all kinds of shit in their youth. Marbles were always cooler than most of what they used. LEGOs, too. Dean was always a hundred times better than Sammy ever was, though; he half suspected back then that Dean snuck into bars to watch older hunters play, but the burden of proof was on him, and he had zero interest in those gross, smoke-filled places at that age.

This Sam never out-played a witch for Dean's life, though.

Never got the opportunity to prove he's got what it takes.

Maybe someday.]

[venatoris]

[ That's exactly what Dean did, and it paid off, so don't judge him for going into smokey, gross dives. It always worked out well enough for them when he hustled people later, winning them enough to buy a better dinner than a lukewarm burrito warmed in a gas station microwave.

He flashes a smile, holds up a finger, then disappears because you better believe he's got some. This is the fifties, man. Marbles and jacks and shit are all there is and Dean likes toys, sue him.

He'll reappear with a shiny little bag of marbles that he'll push over at Sam. ]

Divvy 'em up while I deal.

[endoftheverse]

... Alright.

[His lips twitch, and though he looks wretched and sickly, it doesn't exactly stop him from shakily divvying up those marbles — giving Dean ten as... he slides way more than ten to his side of the table.

If Dean gives him any sort of look, he says:]

What? I'm probably concussed. Can't be held accountable.

[Even in the midst of dying and abject misery and sappy, sad reunions after a nightmare of a month, he can still manage a bit of younger brother teasing.]

[venatoris]

[ You giant (pun intended) cheater. Dean gives him such a look as he deals, because obviously he does, but it doesn't stop him from smiling a little. ]

Yeah, right. I'm sure. Jokers are wild, anty up.

[ He'll probably let Sam win, but. It's nice to do this. ]