Dan's good. If Dean wasn't actively paying attention he wouldn't have even seen Dan's hands move.

The turn gives Dean a pair, so he removes his socks and waits for Henry to bet.

"If that's your metric then most of my Friday nights are good parties," Dean jokes. It's nice being in a place where no one expects you to fuck up your back digging up a grave. Or having to wash the smell of burning corpses out of his clothes. Most of the less glamorous parts of his day job, really.