The crowd erupted as the runner slid safely over the plate. Victory shouts rang through the stadium, an unguarded hand clapped companionably on an unsuspecting back. To most they were a normal father and son celebrating their team's win, but to the keen observer there were signs that gave them away. The sad longing in John's eyes, the uneasy tension in Adam's shoulders. How good it would be if Sam and Dean were here too, how nice to see your father more than once a year. They would never be perfect, but in that moment, they could at least pretend.