"Good thing Sammy's not here," He said, amusement clear in his eyes. "He never keeps secrets when he's drunk. He'd tell me that I have to tell you my whole hand or he'll tell you for me." Dean laughed at his private joke, knowing that Jo wouldn't understand, and then got back to the game.
He studied his seven cards intently before acting. "Got any sixes?" He was relaxing more just like Jo, with his long legs spanning the distance between the two beds and his elbows propped up on the table to make the spinning of the room less noticable.