[ It was easier to concentrate on the cards than the words, and Castiel took in a careful breath, and looked down, taking in Dean's straight, his expression softening. ]
I knew you had a good hand.
[ Which was...well, it was a long way from how terrible Castiel had been at this game when they started, and meant he was truly beginning to understand it. He took the cards back from Dean, folded them into the pack, and then passed it across to him to shuffle--he was the dealer now, after all.
He skipped the accusation. He was enjoying the camaraderie too much. ]
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I knew you had a good hand.
[ Which was...well, it was a long way from how terrible Castiel had been at this game when they started, and meant he was truly beginning to understand it. He took the cards back from Dean, folded them into the pack, and then passed it across to him to shuffle--he was the dealer now, after all.
He skipped the accusation. He was enjoying the camaraderie too much. ]
About me. He came looking.