See, the way it happened is Cas actually sat down at one of the big leaguer's tables, where the minimum bet was...every single chip he had. If he'd lost, it would all be gone...but it just kept doubling.

Cas glances up at Dean, feeling pretty proud of himself, but obediently scoops his chips into a bag provided by the house and hands them over to Dean. "This should cover my expenses for the past two weeks."