The art of having a "poker face", he had learned, was never to show your strategy. Hide your fears; control your rage; betray nothing.
The dealer turned the deck; his opponent tensed across from him. Castiel smiled languidly, watching the demon's lips curl up in a snarl. If the way the game had been progressing was any indication, the hell-spawn was certain to lose.
A king for the final card. How fitting. Lazily, Castiel flipped up his hand as the demon cursed loudly, storming off in fury.
"Quite the show, love."
Castiel met Crowley's lips.
"You have taught me well."
