Dean sighed. He stood against a tree in the cemetery. All the way behind the crowd, not listening to the sermon. He was only here for Castiel's sake. Otherwise, he would never have gone to his victim's funeral. Dean rolled his eyes at the talk of God.
He remembered the night before, going dancing with Castiel. When he finally couldn't take anymore of the funeral, he went for a walk down a row of gravestones. His fists shoved in his pockets to keep them warm. He whistled a tune while he walked to his car. When his FIAT was in sight, Dean noticed Samuel leaning against it. He ran up to him and greeted, "What's up, Samuel?"
Samuel said, "Well, I wanted to spend some time with my brother before I leave town. Your assistant mentioned you'd be here."
Dean spoke, "Uh, yes. Just showing my support for Castiel."
Samuel said sarcastically, "Right, that's why."
Dean cocked an eyebrow, "Why are you saying it like that?"
Samuel gave him a look, "Come on, Dean. Don't play dumb with me, you numbskull. I know you two went on a date last night."
Dean shrugged, "So? What of it?"
Samuel shook his head, "Nada. But I decided I'm leaving tomorrow. That is if you want to spend any time with me at all. Eventually, I want you to come visit me some time. To meet my wife and child."
Dean smiled slightly, "Yeah, I'll have to do that, but what did you have in mind to "spend time together"?"
Samuel grinned, "Wanna hustle pool like old times?"
Dean laughed, "Those were some great memories. I would love to. Let's go now."
Samuel smiled and got into his car as Dean got into his own. They drove to their favorite bar, Johnny's Tavern. The joint had a nice separate room for playing pool. It's where they originally hustled pool during school for them both to become detectives.
The two got out of their cars in the tavern's parking lot. Dean cracked his knuckles, "Ready to get hustling?"
"As ready as I'll ever be, ace," Samuel said with a smirk.
The two walked inside and grabbed a glass of scotch at the bar before going into the pool room. Dean examined all of the wooden sticks and picked one off the rack made for his size. Samuel did the same. They lightly rubbed chalk on the tip to prepare for the game.
The key to their hustling was to play one game with just the two of them, trying to look as if they were horrible players. They always made sure there was an audience. A couple of men watched the two of them playing, missing almost every shot. One man with stubble and roundish figure whispered something to his friend who had a similar figure, but bigger. The skinnier one walked over to Dean. He asked in a British accent, "Wanna play a game with me and my friend? We can play for greenbacks?"
Dean gave a look to Samuel. Samuel smiled and nodded slightly. Dean leaned against the table, "Yeah, sure. Ten greenbacks sound good to you?"
The man held out his hand, "Shake on it and it's a deal."
Dean held out his hand and the two shook hands. The man smirked, "I'm Crowley and you are?"
Dean stated, "Dean and this is Samuel," he gestured to Samuel.
Crowley nodded and tipped his head towards his friend who had a much fuller beard than him, "This is Robert."
Robert chimed in, "You can call me Bobby, if you wish. Now, who wants to start?"
Dean stepped forward to their already set pool table. Crowley commented, "Looks like Dean goes first."
Dean shot the white ball towards the triangle of fifteen balls. He got two in, both stripes. Be went again and got another in. Then, missed the next shot. Crowley cocked an eyebrow, "It seems like you really know your way around a pool table? My turn."
Crowley went to shoot and Samuel coughed in the same moment. It caused Crowley to miss. Crowley glared at the two. He finally realized they were hustling them, but he made a deal, so he couldn't back out now.
The game went a lot like the beginning. Samuel and Dean shot in a couple at a time, all the way down to sinking in the eight ball. Crowley and Bobby missed shot after shot from slight gestures Samuel or Dean had done. Crowley handed Dean the money he owed at the end of the game. Dean said sarcastically, "Wanna play again?"
Crowley laughed, "I wasn't born yesterday, darling. I know you hustled us, but a deal is a deal."
Crowley and Bobby left the room. Dean split the money between him and Samuel. Dean noted, "Pennies from Heaven, Samuel."
Samuel smiled and took a swing at his scotch, finishing it to the last drop. Samuel asked, "How are you doing? You seem a little different from last time I saw you-as if you changed?"
Dean turned around so his back was facing Samuel and paused. He defended himself, "I'm the same ole Dean. The same way I have always been."
Samuel stared at him, slightly suspicious something might be going on with him.
*(A/N) I'm so sorry this was a boring chapter, but it needed to be written. Hopefully, next chapter will be a lot better.*