"So, your brains still scrambled Wilson?" Lucifer (The baseball bat) asked Gabriel (the soccer ball).
"Wilson was a volleyball, dumbass!" Gabriel replied still trying to get his stomach to settle after being kicked all over the backyard of the Winchester home by Sam and Dean.
"Volleyball, soccer ball; you all look the same to me." Lucifer snarked as he watched John tossing Michael (the baseball) into the air.
There was a loud and annoying series of "oofs!" as Dean punched his hand into the mitt (Raphael) several times before settling down into a crouch, ready to catch the ball John tossed at him.
"Thank you Father!" Raphael said as the ball missed the mitt and rolled between Dean's feet. Dean hurried to chase it down and throw it back to his father.
"Uh oh!" Gabriel snorted as Michael went sailing over John's head and through the kitchen window.
The loud crash of breaking glass was immediately followed by a splash and Mary's yell of alarm. Mama Winchester soon appeared on the porch glaring at John and carrying a soaking wet Michael dripping soap suds all over the porch.
"Do you realize that this ball just landed in the sink while I was washing mom's good china?" Mary yelled. "You just broke her old English teapot! It's irreplaceable!"
John sheepishly looked at his wife. "Sorry?"
"You will be!" Mary huffed. "You get to be the one to tell her how it got broke!" Mary turned to go back into the house then stopped. "Oh by the way, baseball is banned in the backyard! Take it to the park where innocent windows aren't at risk."
Lucifer was full out laughing. "I guess this means I duck the abuse today! Daddy Winchester has a window to fix."
Gabriel squeaked as he found himself lifted in Sam's arms. "It's okay Dean, we can play soccer today and I'll go play baseball at the park with you tomorrow. You need more practice at baseball anyway, you suck!"