Dean pressed himself flat as he silently felt for his gun – what his fingers found instead strangled an animalistic groan from his throat, exposing him. Immediately, the air filled with the whizzing and heat of shots being fired and he rolled into the ditch next to him. Ignoring his throbbing wrist, he snatched the walkie-talkie and whispered, "Cas! I'm swamped on three sides, I need backup!" There was a momentary lull in the gunfire, and Dean carefully raised his head to survey the area. He flung himself down as the explosions returned and cursed the remains of some long-dead raccoon he had touched. Damn thing had given away his position in the brush.
"Cas?! Hello! They're kicking my ass, I don't even have a gun!"
"Does this count as my rescuing a damsel badge?" Dean could taste the smug smile bleeding through Castiel's voice.
A twig cracking to Dean's right made him jump, only to have Castiel snap his arm out to shove him down. He raised his finger in a shushing signal and winked as he crawled past Dean. The trench was actually fairly long and made for a decent escape route, had Dean taken the time to look around. Rather than admit his folly, even to himself, Dean settled for army crawling behind his 'knight in shining armor' as Castiel so enjoyed to gloat. The embarrassment was lessened by the rather spectacular view of rounded ass.
Soon, the two are able to climb from the trench behind the cover of a large tree. They can see their enemies as one makes a quick run to join his partners. The three glance around before pulling out a map. Castiel lifts his gun, whispers, "Ready to be rescued, Princess Dean?", and opened fire, spraying the enemy headquarters with full power. Dean whooped, ignoring the jab, as his brother fell to the ground, having been thoroughly pulverized by Castiel's master shooting.
"GODDAMMIT!"
Dean pulls Castiel up by his hand and drags him to gloat over the other team. Sam and Gabriel are complaining about how Castiel on Dean's team is unfair, of course Mr. Military Family is going to kick ass when his boyfriend is playing the poor, defenseless victim, while Charlie glares at them, green paint dripping down onto her combat boots. In between goading and collecting bet dues, Dean makes sure to inform them all, "And I wasn't defenseless! There was a raccoon next to my gun!"