It's not easy to startle an angel; you'd almost have to be God himself. Considering the seat in the bleachers next to Castiel was suddenly occupied by Chuck with a lapful of hot dogs, pizza, and Cracker Jacks; his flinch was more than understandable.
"Father, what are you doing here?" Castiel asked.
"Well it occurred to me that I was not exactly being a good father." Chuck took a sip of his beer. "I have never been to a single one of my sons' many games!"
"You do understand that they are the equipment and as such unable to demonstrate any prowess for you to praise." Castiel said dryly.
"They are still in the game, and they won't be embarrassed by being relegated to the bench." Chuck said. "I'm just sorry I didn't think of this during Soccer season, I missed out on all of Gabriel's games."
"Considering Sam's recent growth spurt, you did not miss much. Sam's longer limbs are quite ungainly. He ended up benched halfway through the season." Castiel noted. "He is however planning on trying out for basketball next year."
"Well then! I'll make it up to him when basketball season starts." Chuck said brightly. Since the soccer ball isn't really needed anymore, I'll drop a hint to Singer that a basketball would be a wonder birthday present for Sam."
The two celestial beings sat up straighter as Dean walked out with the rest of the team taking their places on the field. "I still don't get why so many people follow this game professionally, I find it almost as boring as Nascar." Chuck commented.
"It is considered an American sport; I have surmised that it may be a case of national pride." Castiel said.
"Hush now, the game is starting and Lucifer is at bat." Chuck chided.
"Lucifer is not at bat Father, he is the bat." Castiel corrected.
"Close enough for government work as they say." Chuck said as Dean swung the bat connecting and sending the ball flying over the fence deep in left field.
"That's my boy!" Chuck said proudly as Dean dropped the bat on the ground and rounded the bases for a homerun.