Title: Strip Poker (a la Angel of the Lord)
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, just playing in Kripke's sandbox.
Warnings: Uh, Dean's chest? Does that need a warning?
"Raise," Dean said, sliding in six jelly beans. Castiel considered the move, then slid seven into the pot.
"Raise," the angel echoed, not bothering to check his cards. Dean scowled at him over the tops of his own cards, then tossed a single candy into the pile.
"Match," he said wearily. Cas didn't raise again, so he tossed down his cards, face up, onto the bed they were playing on.
Castiel nodded at Dean's hand. Two tens, two kings and an ace. Not the worst hand he'd had all day, but not the best, either. Flipping over his own cards, the angel spread them out. Four twos and an eight.
"Dammit, Cas!" the hunter muttered, his voice muffled as he pulled his undershirt off, leaving him in his boxers and one sock. "I only taught you how to play poker two days ago! Why am I almost naked when you're only missing your shoes and your tie?"
Admiring the view subtly as Dean's toned chest was revealed, Castiel shrugged. "I had good incentive," he explained, scooping the jelly beans over to his side of the bed and returning the cards to the deck to be shuffled again.
Dean gaped for a moment, then grinned, tossing his shirt aside. "You'd think you'd have incentive to lose a bit more often, too, wouldn't you?"
The angel raised an eyebrow, considering Dean's words. "I suppose I do. Would you like to shuffle this time?"
"Yeah, sure," Dean said, accepting the deck. "You going to lose this round?"
"Only if you let me win the next time," the angel replied.