Two Pairs [drabble]
TWO PAIRS
‘Dean,’ Sam said earnestly. ‘Don’t you think you’ve played enough?’
‘Finish your beer and relax, Sammy. I’m almost done.’
Dean pushed more chips across the table, ‘I’ll see you.’
The stranger spread his cards, ‘Devil’s Jack and Jill.’
‘Two pairs, all aces,’ Dean smirked. He reached forward, gathering up his winnings. ‘And that I.O.U?’
‘I’m good for it,’ the man said, scrawling a contact number on the back of a business card. ‘You can find me when you need to collect.’
They say, ‘Never play dice with God.’
What they never told God was, ‘Don’t play poker with Dean Winchester.’