River stepping around the table and the balls dancing at her command.

When she's done, she grins a little. "Not luck."

Dean looks from River to Simon. "I think I've just been had."

"No," Simon says. He's not as smug as Dean thinks a man with a pool shark for a little sister ought to be. "I don't think she has played before."

Dean starts to smile. "Well, sweetheart," he says to River. "You've shown me you can sink 'em. Let me show you how to miss 'em."

Her forehead wrinkles; it's kind of cute. "Why?"

"Money," Dean says. "You and I could make a killing out there. With my looks and your talent, we'd be unstoppable."

"Simon doesn't think I should embark on a life of crime," she says. Then a smile breaks over her face. "Would you grow a twirly moustache?"

"River, how did you-- Never mind," Simon says.

"That was a joke, right?" Dean asks. "Because the money won't be that good."

River's still grinning.


если ничего не ост-ся - уйду дочит, сама себя опл ядом за Сэм/Инара