Supernatural: Unhappy Dean. I started this during the Christmas season, but never got around to finishing it.
Faith gave me a skeptical look. "He'd never agree to that in a million years."
Sam nodded. "You're right," he said.
"Then how do you expect me to believe that you were able to talk him into it, Anne?"
My serious look evaporated, replaced by a mischievous grin. "I don't. I expect you to believe that I tricked him into it."
She snorted disbelievingly, but then Dean Winchester walked in, glowering at all and sundry.
"Hey!" I greeted him. "You look great!"
"I look stupid," he replied sullenly. Sam offered no comment, as he was busy trying to stifle a fit of chuckles. "This was a stupid idea."
I shook my head at him. "C'mon, Dean! Where's your Christmas spirit? Besides, I thought helping people was part of what you do."
Dean pointed a correcting (or maybe accusatory) finger. "Saving people. Not helping. And it usually involves killing something, not..." he trailed off, waving his hands vaguely at himself. "Remind me why I agreed to this, again?"
"You didn't," Sam put in helpfully. "You lost a bet."
Faith glanced sharply at me as Dean muttered something unintelligible (but probably uncomplimentary).
I shrugged. "Don't beat yourself up, man. How were you supposed to know I could actually play poker?" He glared at me, but I simply started humming 'The Gambler' by Kenny Rogers.
"You didn't play for money?" Faith asked.
"Well, we would have played for pennies, but then I had this great idea to do it Firefly style."
"With volunteer work instead of chores," Faith caught on. "Sneaky."
"That's what comes from watching too much James Bond," I said in a mournful voice.
"Come off it! You've only seen three Bond movies."
I shrugged, grinning sheepishly. "Well, so maybe I was reading too much Ranger's Apprentice. Either way, Dean still lost a game of poker to a girl."