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Patrick is chewing on his toothpick. He has a glass of whiskey on the table, two cards in his hand, and several stacks of chips. Several chips are piled in the middle of the table next to the four of diamonds, a red court card, a black seven, the three of hearts, and a black two. He takes the toothpick out.
"I like you, Sam. I do. You're smart, and your heart's clearly in the right place." Patrick Says
Sam doesn't answer, Patrick throws down his toothpick and drinks his whiskey.
"I can tell a lot about a guy by looking." Patrick Says
"You mean you're psychic." Sam Says
"No. That'd be cheating. I'm talking about good old-fashioned intuition." Patrick Says
Sam nods, "Right. Let's just play."
Patrick drinks more whiskey. "We are playing."
He puts the glass down next to the toothpick.
"Does your big brother know you're here?" Patrick Says
"Bet five." Sam Says As he drops a stack of five chips on the pile. He has a lot fewer chips left than Patrick.
"Didn't think so." He puts one stack of five on another and adds that stack to the pile.
"I raise. Here you are, right? Trying to clean up their mess, and they still want to sit you at the kiddie table."
Sam looks down. Patrick toys with a few chips.
"You're not the little brother anymore, Sam." Patrick Says
Sam looks up.
"Then again, maybe you are. You're in over your head here, Sam. I mean, you can keep making these moves—you know, playing it cautious, playing the percentages. But I'm still gonna kick your ass into the nursing home." Patrick Says
"Does this armchair-psychology routine usually work for you?" Sam Asks As Patrick laughs.
"You tell me. You're the one who's losing." Patrick Says As he chews his toothpick.
A little later, Patrick shuffles the cards, chewing his toothpick. He has thirty or thirty-five chips and Sam fifteen or twenty. Sam plays with a few of his chips. Lia walks in. Patrick puts down the toothpick. Lia leans down to kiss Patrick. He looks at Sam and winks.
"Little break" Patrick Says
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BEHIND BAR
Sam bursts out of doors that read "EMMIT'S PUB DELIVERY RING". He looks around and spots Dean and Elena.
"How's it going in there?" Dean Asks
Sam scoffs.
"How do you think it's going? What about you? You have everything you need?" Sam Asks
"We still need a little he-witch DNA." Dean Says
"He was chewing it." Sam Says
Sam holds up a toothpick. Elena takes it.
"Hurry up, Elena Please." Sam Says
"All right. Just keep him busy. And, Sammy...don't lose." Elena Says
Sam goes back inside. Dean and Elena heads away, he pausing to rub at his aching arm.
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