Dean finished his beer quickly "Damn, alright Sam." He grinned as Sammy sank the eight ball and drained the last drops of beer. He sat them aside and despite that they had just won he snagged a shot himself and held it up.

He downed the shot and shook his head slightly afterword "I'm up for it, sure your liver can take it Bobby? You are gettin' old."

Dean walked over and clapped a hand to Sam's shoulder as he handed his brother a shot, win or lose it seemed Dean had decided to just go for drunk and a good time.