Dean looked over his cards at her for a long moment, his expression as unreadable as any poker face, and then shook his head. She looked so smug and confident. It was cute..and even though Dean shouldn't notice those sorts of things, even though he tried very hard not to, he did.
"Nope," Finding his voice and rational thought simultaneously, he rearranged his cards so that they made a bit more sense. "And don't think I'll just give over any cards that will help you either, Jo Harvelle. I'm going to win this time."