Dean didn't move from his position, finding that his head was quite comfortable as it was and the nearness to Jo was nice. He just pulled a face at Jo implying that he was more of a child than Sammy.
A minute later though, when she insisted again that she had won, he began to feel stiff from sitting on the hard motel floor for far too long, and unsteadily rose to his feet. He was stiff and sore and more than a little drunk, so the movement required a good deal of effort, and because of it he decided to sit on Sammy's bed near Jo instead of his own. It was, after all, closer.
"Nah, nah, see, I call a do over. I'm not even drunk yet, so Im winning at that and after another hand I'll be beating you at cards too."