A/N: I own nothing, not a single thing. I wouldn't be a struggling college student if I did. Enjoy.
Cas figured that the day had gone pretty well. Dean had prayed for him to come, and not even because he was in trouble. He just wanted to hang out. Cas didn't even care that Sam was cranky as Michael. Really, when wasn't Sam a little cranky? Of course, he hadn't been prepared to learn a sport. Could it even be called that? He was pretty sure that it was a torture technique. Or maybe that was just how Dean played.
It had started out innocently...
+*+*+*Flash Back*+*+*+
"Cas. I wanna play Dodgeball." Dean said. He has holding a large red ball in one hand, and had the other in a pocket.
Cas tilted his head, and looked at the man that he had a profound bond with. Why was Dean telling him? Did he actually want to play with Cas? Castiel decided to go with the second option. "I do not know how to play Dodgeball." he finally said.
Dean grinned, glad that his angel was going along with him. "All you gotta do is stand over there." he said pointing to a patch of floor across the room.
Cas did as he was bid, and stood there as Dean tossed the ball up in the air and caught it, before whipping it at his crotch.
Pain exploded in his groin area, and he folded in half. His breath choked out of him, and tears entered his eyes, "Why, Dean? I thought we were friends." he said looking at Dean.
Dean had already rushed to his side, "Dude! You can dodge an angel blade, you should be able to dodge a ball! Are you alright buddy?" he asked helping Cas stand up straight.
"You told me to stand there Dean." Cas said like it was obvious.
Dean smacked himself in the forehead, "It's called Dodgeball Cas! You're supposed to Dodge the ball." he said.
Cas shook Dean's arm off as the pain receded. "You did not tell me that." he said.
Dean sighed, "Come on buddy, I have a movie to watch. It'll teach you all that you need to know about this game." he said clapping Cas on the shoulder.
+*+*+*One Movie Later*+*+*+
"So what you're telling me is that I should through wrenches at people's heads." Cas said.
"What? No! And don't tell Sammy I said that. He's acting like one of your siblings on steroids." Dean said crossing his arms over his chest.
Suddenly a hand dropped on Dean's shoulder, and squeezed tightly, "Deeaann..." came Sam's voice hissing past Dean's ear.
Dean jerked around, "I said that I didn't tell him that!" he said trying to get away.
Cas found himself watching the younger brother try to kill the older. He popped away for popcorn, and reappeared quickly. Normally Dean had the upper hand, but because Sam seemed to evolve with his bitchiness.
+*+*+*Back to the Present*+*+*+
Looking back, Cas figured that he should have stopped the two from fighting. If he had then he wouldn't be healing Dean's broken arm in a broken motel room, about to break Sam out of jail, again. On second thought, maybe he should just stop coming over when it didn't have to do with the apocalypse. He sighed, and vowed to buy some wrenches to make Dean happy. They still had to play one game of Dodgeball after all.