[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.]
[ 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. ]
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[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.]
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Yeah, right. I'm sure. Jokers are wild, anty up.
[ He'll probably let Sam win, but. It's nice to do this. ]