Dean let out a sigh and closed his eyes. 'Focus Dean,' he thought as he placed his hands in between Castiel's legs. He needed to focus, this was it. This was the starting point of the rest of the season. He was thankful that they were first, that they could have the bigger impact before the others could strike. His hands shook anxiously and he licked his chapped lips. "Green 57," he barked as he wiggled his fingers again. "Green 57." He opened his eyes and looked at the other team around him, some of the players were antsy and pumping their legs, others were completely at ease and waiting for the signal. "Hut." The ball was tossed into his hands and he gripped it tightly. He moved away from Castiel and watched as boys clashed together in front of him. He stared out into the field, he was supposed to throw down to Garth or Ash, but neither of them were there. He searched quickly and saw no one in sight. Time was running out, he needed to get rid of the ball, he could run, no one looked too threatening and Castiel had gotten the main concern for Dean.

The quarterback bought the ball close to him and started to push himself through the wall of people. He nudged himself through and grunt as he felt an elbow shove into his side. Dean broke through the barricade and got control of his footing. He could hear the fans cheer and he couldn't help the smirk that pulled on his face as he ran a few yards. Something had crashed into him though, knocking Dean to the ground with a loud groan. The whistles blew and he could help but squint his eyes as he looked up at the spot lights. He let out a sigh and suddenly there was a hand in his vision. He'd know the hand anywhere, it was always accompanied by the number forty-two. He gripped the center's wrist and was pulled to his feet, a hand going to pat his back.

"Good job Dean," Castiel said as he removed his wrist from Dean's grasp. "We got about five yards, but next time throw. The angels have a good defense and I'm surprised you made it as far as you did." Dean nodded and shook his entire body, his side still hurting from the elbow that impacted it.

"There was no one to throw to," Dean retorted as he spit out his mouth guard. "Neither Garth or Ash were there." Castiel raised his hands in defense and walked back over so they could get in position.

"Well, try again," Castiel said as he placed his mouth guard back into his mouth. He mumbled something, but the mouth guard made it completely inaudible. He bent back down into his stance and Dean followed behind, placing his hands in between Castiel's legs again. He looked around at the players on the other team. 'Zachariah, Gabriel, Raphael, Leo, Balthazar, Uriel, and finally Michael. Michael, the one player that made Dean actually quiver with a slight fear, not that he would admit that. He took a deep breath, out of practice and sucked on his bottom lip. 'Its only the second play Dean, don't let that dude distract you.' He swallowed thickly and called out another play, same as before, he was suppose to throw. The angels had a strong defense, but it was more angled toward blocking carriers than tackling catchers. The ball touched his hand and he took his step back. He gripped it tightly, bringing the ball up to his face.

He wasn't looking for Ash or Garth this time, instead he was supposed to be looking for Benny. He caught sight of the number seventy-four. He smiled and tossed the ball with absolute ease. He watched, only for a moment before being clashed to the ground by Michael. The ball glided in the air and strong, calloused hands caught it. Dean grunted as he fell to the ground and he squirmed slightly as he felt the whistle and the player hunched over top of him made no incline to move. "Dude," he hissed after spitting out his mouth guard. "Get the fuck off of me."

Dean pushed Michael off and away from him and suddenly there was another hand in his face. "Benny caught the ball," Castiel said as Dean looked up and took his wrist once again. Dean never really questioned how every single time he was tackled, Castiel was always there to help him up.

"Great," he said as he looked over to the chain gang moving the markers farther down the field, only a few yards, but they at least got the first down. He stood up and watched Michael practically growl at him before walking back to his own side of the field. "I can't believe you were friends with him."

"He wasn't always a primal ape," Castiel retorted quickly as he walked back to his post, in front of Dean as always.

"Well still," Dean said as he looked towards Michael. The man was a monster, at least a foot taller than Dean, bigger shoulders, bigger legs, basically bigger everything. Dean got back into position and the game continued on like this. Dean would throw, or he would run when he didn't see anyone. Eventually the whistles were blowing through his ear and half time was marked.

He walked over to the Castiel, his helmet in his hand and smiled up at the scoreboard. "I'd say we're doing pretty good," he stated as they both walked towards the locker room with the other players.

"A two point lead is something we need," Castiel said as he twirled his wrist, the bones slightly cracking and making Dean wince. "Being tied isn't winning."

"Does that still hurt?" Dean asked, more concerned about Castiel's wrist than the game. "I mean, you did go to the doctor's right?" Castiel waved Dean off as they entered the locker room. "Cas, you can't have a bum wrist."

"I'm fine Dean, I'm just the center," Castiel retorted as he moved to his locker and took a seat. Dean stood next to him and was thankful for the Gatorade being passed around. He took a long drink of it and was about to press Castiel more on his wrist before the coach raised his voice.

"Alright boys," Bobby said as he rubbed at the back of his neck. "Were doing good so far but we need to get that edge." He walked down the aisle of lockers, staring straight ahead as he spoke. "Step up your game, think quickly, act even more quickly." He turned at the end of the row and looked at them. His speech continued on and Dean bumped shoulders with Castiel as their coach spoke.

"So why haven't you gone to the doctor's?" He asked as he cocked an eyebrow and took another drink.

"Because its not that bad," Castiel said as he exhaled and wiped his brow of sweat. If was blazing hot outside, be it the first game of the season. Dean ran his fingers through his damp hair and shook his head.

"You keep fiddling with it so I think its a problem." He cleared his throat and watched as Bobby walked up and down the aisle, continuing his speech, Dean only got about half of it because he kept talking to Castiel.

"I'm fine," Castiel hissed as he looked at Dean with narrow eyes. "Does it look like my spikes have gotten any worse?" Dean clenched his jaw. Castiel was right, no matter if he did continue to nurse it, his spikes were still the same as always. They were good and he was still defending like a natural.

"Fine," Dean grumbled as he took a sip of his Gatorade and licked his lips. "Are you going to the party tonight at Ash's?" He cocked his head to the side, more to crack his neck than question Castiel further.

"Probably, Meg wants to see everybody getting drunk," Castiel said with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "I mean, I don't really know if I'm necessarily a party person, but she's being insistent."

"Right," Dean said as he cracked a smile. "You've never been to one before. Being Catholic sounds like a great bummer if you've never even gone to a classic rowdy party."

"Being Catholic has nothing to do with it," Castiel said as he looked at Dean and brushed his fingers through his brown unruly hair. "Having strict parents who think that I'm going to be staying at your house have everything to do with it."He sipped at his drink and Dean rolled his eyes.

"I hope I never met your parents. They sound brutal," Dean chuckled as he shook his head slightly.

"They are, Meg hates them," Castiel murmured and Dean fiddled with his mouth guard. He nodded and then Bobby Called them back onto the field for third quarter.

They made their descent back up into the field and Dean couldn't help but see all of the people gathering themselves back into the stands. He could never get over how the stands looked. All of the people, they were there for the game. They were there to sit, and to watch Dean throw a ball to another person. They observed how Castiel spiked the ball and how Garth would kick a field goal or a point after.

Dean took his spot on the sidelines next to Bobby and Castiel and he let out a sigh. He ran his fingers through his hair, his eyes wandering around the players out on the field. They all got into their positions and the quarterback crossed his arms over his chest. He pulled his helmet off and tucked it under his arm and he looked over when he heard Castiel cough. "So, all knowing of plays that the Angels could be playing. What do you think?"

Castiel looked at Dean with a glare and removed his own helmet. It hung low as he crossed only one arm over his chest, his fingers holding his side. "Well," he started as he narrowed his eyes and concentration and tried to piece everything together. "They probably think that they could intimidate us because we're smaller and don't have as many experienced players as them. But just because they get to pick their players doesn't mean that they necessarily have the bigger advantage." Dean nodded in understanding.

"Think that we should send Tran out? I mean he's a dweeb but damn, the kid can run fast," Dean said as he looked over toward the only player to completely stick out among them. He was shorter than all of them, the only freshman who actually had all of his classes with Dean and knew how to catch a ball.

"I'm not sure if he'd be good out there. I mean yeah he can run, but this is the first game. I think he should do some more practice first."

"I completely agree with you," Coach Singer chirped from beside Dean. "The kid is small, the Angels will eat him alive without warning." Dean nodded in understanding and tapped his fingers against the face mask of his helmet.

"Okay, so what do you think I should do coach? Should I continue to throw? Maybe do a fake and run?" Dean asked as he looked towards Bobby. The older man shrugged his shoulders.

"I think you should fake, but pass the ball to someone close by don't do it yourself," Bobby replied as he looked at Dean. "We need our quarterback, don't get fucked up by Michael." Dean nodded and watched as Balthazar kick the ball to signal the Hunters getting control of it. He let out a groan and looked at Castiel.

"How the fuck did they get a British guy?" He asked as he slipped his helmet on. Castiel did the same and shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know, they asked?"

Dean barked a laugh and shook his head. "Fuck you Novak." He made his descent out to the field and took his place behind Castiel. He placed his mouth guard on his teeth and got into his stance. He wiggled his fingers anxiously and clicked his tongue. Michael took his position across from Castiel and Dean licked his lips. "Red 33," he barked through his mouth guard, he rolled his tongue across it and smiled at Michael, trying to show that he wasn't scared of him. "Red 33." He clenched his jaw and let out a breath. "Hut." The ball was placed into his hand and he stepped back and away from Castiel who had sprung up onto Michael and pushed him away from Dean. The quarterback moved his hands around to slip the ball to the side and felt as Gordon's hands slid across it. He let the ball go and took another step back as a slender number fifty-three gripped him by the sides and drop him to the ground. He let out a grunt and struggled against the player, but he stayed where he was causing Dean to thrash slightly when the whistles were blown.

Balthazar had moved away from Dean just as shouting had emanated from farther away from them. Dean stood up and noticed refs were breaking up Castiel and Michael.

"You're an asswipe Michael!" Castiel barked as he tried to pull his way through the arm of the referee and having no luck. Michael barked a low laugh and simply pushed the ref away from them. Castiel took a stance and looked up at Michael, who towered over Castiel easily. The player walked over to him and Dean ran over to Castiel's side.

"What the fuck is going on here?" He asked as he looked up at Michael and clenched his jaw. Castiel pushed past Dean and Michael only inched forward. The refs were back on them again and two of them held Michael back.

"You're a fucktard Castiel!" Michael growled as he stared between the two boys and was pushed farther away from them. "Why did you leave Saint Augustine's for this crap?" The refs pushed him to the sidelines and Dean and Castiel observed as the coach grabbed him by the face mask and started to yell. Dean looked at Castiel and cocked his head to the side.

"What the fuck was that?" He asked and Castiel only shook his head, placing his hands on his hips and walking away from Dean. The quarterback followed behind him and they started to go back into their formations. "Cas, are you going to tell me what that was?" He crouched down into his stance and he could feel the anger emanating off of Castiel.

"Game Dean, paying attention," Castiel hissed and that shut Dean up. He nodded and slipped his mouth guard across his teeth. He licked his tongue across the guard and thought of his next play. His fingers wiggled anxiously and he ran the play through his head.

"Orange 17," Dean called out as he looked at his other teammates. "Orange 17." He let out a big sigh and the ball was in his hands. He took his calculated step back and looked out into the crowd, finding Ash exactly where he needed to be. The quarterback threw the ball and he moved himself away from Zachariah and Raphael who were about to push him to the ground. He observed as Ash caught the ball and no one seemed to be around him. The running back's feet touch the ground and he was off. He immediately raced his way toward the touchdown grass, which was painted bright red and Dean couldn't hide his excitement because he knew no one was going to be able to stop him.

Ash tumbled onto the grass and the crowd cheered. Dean brought his hand close to him in a fist and smiled widely. He made his descent off the field and two of his teammates and jumped onto him and smacked his helmet. Ash walked back over and ripped off his helmet, his mullet hair wet and raggedy from sweating so much. He pointed a finger at Dean and smiled widely. "You sir!" He yelled as he himself was getting shrouded with pats on his backs and claps.

"You!" Dean replied as he copied Ash's expression, his hand springing out. "Great catch." He laughed and Ash laughed too.

"Great throw," he replied as he pushed Dean's shoulder. "Don't get your arm fucked up tonight."

"Wasn't planning on it."

Dirt flew, mud was made from the day before's slight drizzle. Dean was on the side lines and it was the last few moments of the game. They were up by seven and Dean was beaming with excitement. He continued to pace back and forth and god he just wished he had a ball in his hand. His fingers twitched nervously and he couldn't help but look behind him and have his eyes met his girlfriend's.

Tessa was sat in the stands, staring at the game even though Dean knew that she never really knew what was going on. Her black jacket was hugging at her sides and her lovely full lips were in a line of concentration. Her gaze broke and she looked down at Dean, her brown eyes bright with excitement because she knew that they were going to win. He smiled at her with a small pull of his lips then went back to paying attention to the game. The final whistle blew and Dean started to clap his hands. His teammates crowded him and patted him on the back. They all navigated into the long line to clap hands with the other team and Dean couldn't help but feel a slight chill when he was met with Michael and the man glared at him with absolute daggers of kill.

Dean and Castiel, along with the rest of the team crowded about in a giant circle, yelling and cheering. If they could start off with a win against the worst Catholic school, then they were sure to get more. He was pushed about in the circle and that was when Ash's voice bellowed, quieting the rest of the team.

"Party at my house in an hour!" He yelled and all of the boys hooted and hollered. Dean nudged his shoulder against Castiel's and they both let out a laugh as they made a descent towards the locker room.

"So is Meg here?" Dean asked as the team around both of them were rowdy and changing out of their garb.

"I think she should still be here why?" Castiel asked as he stripped himself of his jersey and sat his helmet in the cubby in his locker.

"I figured I could just take Meg and you back to my house. We can get all cleaned up there and then head over to Ash's," Dean replied as he took off his shoulder pads and sat them in his locker. He fiddled with the jersey that was under it and Castiel looked at him with a cocked eyebrow.

"Is that your practice jersey?" He asked as he looked at Dean while he placed his own shoulder pads in his locker.

"Yeah," Dean replied as he kicked off his cleats.

"Were you wearing that the entire game?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Good luck," Dean said as he looked at Castiel and slipped himself of his pants. He grabbed the sweats out of his bag and slipped them over.

"You wore that ratty practice jersey underneath your actual jersey for good luck?" Castiel asked as he himself pulled a plain white t-shirt over his head.

"Yes," Dean repeated again as he slipped on his jacket. "Is there a problem with that?"

"No, its just weird. Didn't tale you as one to believe in superstition."

"Well I do, a lot actually." He closed up his locker and slung his bag over his shoulder. "So am I taking you to my house?"

"Yeah," Castiel said as he locked up his own locker. "Yeah you can take Meg and I to your house."

"Okay, be out at the car in ten minutes," Dean said as he left with a small smile, his bag digging into his shoulder slightly. He walked out of the locker room. The night air was somewhat cool and crisp and Dean was thankful for the slight relief from heat. He could hear slight thunder in the distance and for some reason he smiled widely because he always enjoyed the feeling of rain drops speckling his hair and clothes. He looked up into the sky and ran his fingers through his hair and that was when Tessa ran up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Great game Dean," she stated with a kiss to his cheek. That was one of many things that he liked about Tessa. She would hug him, press herself against him affectionately no matter how sweaty he was. He wrapped his arms around her slim waist.

"Thanks," Dean murmured with a sigh. "Are you going to be heading to Ash's?"

"I was hoping you were going to be giving me a ride," Tessa said with a smile as she looked up at Dean and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. He smiled against her soft skin and licked his lips once she pulled away. "Can you do that?"

"Of course I can," Dean answered as he moved to tangle his fingers with Tessa's. "You're my girl." She let out a soft chuckle and he pulled them away and towards his car. His beautiful baby that he cherished with all of his heart. He cracked the door open to the passenger's side for Tessa and she looked at him with another big smile.

"Such a gentleman," Tessa remarked as she sat herself in Dean's car.

"I know," Dean said cheekily and Tessa rolled her eyes again. "So we're just waiting on Cas and Meg." Tessa nodded and Dean started his car. The Impala roared to life and Dean let out a small sigh. "She's so beautiful."

"She is," Tessa said as she ran her fingers across the dash.

"Have I ever told you that I've often contemplated if I like you more than my car?" Dean asked as he leaned over and pressed his lips to hers.

"No," she replied with a smile and kissed him again.

"God, PDA is very unnecessary," a girl's voice called out from behind them and Dean turned to see Meg, brown curls being tucked behind her ear.

"Oh shush it Meg," Tessa said as she turned and looked at Castiel's girlfriend. "Don't you kiss Cassie in public?"

"No," Meg said and Castiel's cheeks turned a bright red. "I save affection for the bedroom." Tessa and Dean laughed and Dean pulled himself out of his parking spot and as they were leaving people continually stopped him. Some people were cheering and telling him great game, others were just too distracted by the victory to realized that they were celebrating in the middle of the Impala's way. Dean tapped his fingers to the beat of the song playing on his radio and smiled when Tessa reached over and laid her hand on his thigh. He looked at her with a slight smirk and made his descent towards his house.