Some dive bar, Little Rock, Arkansas, Tuesday night

[saltandammo]

Dean leaned back against the wall and watched as Alec took his turn. He was always appreciative of Alec when he watched him play, even when they were playing each other. When they, like now, were hustling a couple of guys who had too much drink and too much money for their own good, it was even better because he could just appreciate it all without

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[x5_alec]

Alec's grin was blinding, both cheerful and smug, and he straightened from his shot to turn it from Dean to the two wannabe bikers in too-shiny leathers.

"Tell me whenever you're done, gentlemen. I can keep going all night." He took a gulp of the drink he had sitting on the nearby table before bending to another shot, this time taking a ball across the table and back, then colliding with another ball before slipping almost delicately into the corner pocket.

[x5_alec]

Alec gave him a bemused look. "Are you serious? Did you ask the cat's opinion before you saddled it with that?"

[saltandammo]

"I haven't actually met the cat yet," Dean admitted. "But it does seem to want to hunt Cas so..."

[x5_alec]

"I guess it fits, it's just a touch..." Alec wrinkled his nose and finally took his shot, knocking a ball squarely into a pocket. "--Dramatic?"

[saltandammo]

Dean took another swig of his beer. "Maybe, but we are talking about Cas' cat. Y'know, the guy who goes around announcing he's an angel of the Lord and and going around talking about the freaking apocalypse. Something like Spot or Fluffy just wasn't going to cut it."

[x5_alec]

"Yeah, I guess drama kinda works for him," Alec agreed, smirking.

One of the drunken wannabes stepped forward and attempted to slap his hand on the side of the table, but missed and only stumbled into it. Alec sighed.

"If you wanted a turn, you could just say so."

[saltandammo]

"Or you could just play on that second table I'm sure you're seeing," Dean put in helpfully with a smirk.

The drunk just turned and blinked dazedly at him, then glanced back and forth bewilderedly between him and Alec.

Dean rolled his eyes and held up three fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

If anything the drunk's expression got even more perplexed.