A few weeks after the park fiasco, it was time for a big football game. The Trumple Tigers against their big rivals, the Dursley Dingos. And Castiel, being the captain's little brother, was forced to go. He and Gabriel sat down a few minutes after kickoff. Castiel watched his brother fly across the field, football in hand, and score a touch down. Everyone in the stadium went wild- except Gabriel. He was staring at a girl with wavy caramel hair two rows down

"Gabe, quit it. Michael just scored a touch down," Castiel reprimanded.

The girl turned around and Gabe winked. She giggled. "He's not the only one," Gabe said, standing up and going over to her.

Castiel sighed and shook his head at his brother. He opened his water and continued ti watch the game, which was pretty boring until half-time.

From behind Cas, a very familiar, very angry voice said, "Hey! Watch it handsy! This ain't your ass to be touchin'!"

Cas turned around to see Deanna scowling at a guy from Dursley five rows up.

"No, but it could be Classy Chassis," he said with a wink.

She scoffed. "I don't come cheap, Clyde. And I don't sell to guys like you." She glanced at Cas. "I'm not a sex toy. And I don't like it when people are treated like it."

She turned on her heel and stomped down the steps towards the bathrooms. They guy laughed with his friends and then followed her. Cas narrowed his eyes and, in turn, followed the creep. He was about to tap him on the shoulder and tell him to cut it out when a girl bumped into him, dropping her cola onto the floor and all over her shirt.

"Oh, gosh, I am so sorry," Cas said, handing her the handkerchief he used to clean his glasses.

She humphed, dabbing at her sweater. "You spilled my Cola. You pay for it."

Grumbling at the fact that he lost Deanna and her stalker, he pulled his wallet from his pocket and gave her 50ยข. She humphed again and walked off. Suddenly panicking, Cas glanced around near the bathrooms and saw a shadow move from under the bleachers. He ran down the steps to it and heard Deanna screaming at the guy.

"Get your disgusting hands off of me!"

Castiel ducked under the bleachers and saw Mr. Touchy pushing Deanna against a wall, holding her by her wrists, and grinding into her. Cas growled and lunged at the guy, throwing him off of her. The guy looked surprised, so Cas punched him.

"Don't ever touch her! Ever!"

The guy brushed Castiel off. "I was just trying to get her to, uh, ya know..."

"Yeah, I know what you were trying at," Cas said, pushing him in the chest. "And I don't like it. Scram, you little punk."

They guy put his hands up and backed away, leaving the hiding place under the bleachers. Cas softened his expression and looked over at Deanna. She was very pale, and her green eyes were very wide. Her bandana that was usually around her head was very disheveled and she was shaking a bit. Cas walked over to her, and went against putting his hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright?" He said softly.

"If i-it weren't for you, Cas..."

"I know. But I'm here, Deanna."

She looked at him, and suddenly wrapped him in a tight hug. She was about a head shorter than him, so her head rested against his chest. Small teardrops rolled down her cheeks, just a few. Castiel swallowed, not knowing what to do. He finally decided to hug her and rubbed her back. Composing herself, Deanna pulled away.

"We don't talk about this ever again. Kapeish?"

Cas smiled. "Yes."

"Cool...so does this mean we're like..friends?"

He laughed. "Yes, Deanna. We're friends."

"Good. Can we get outta here? It's awful stuffy..."

He nodded and led her out. They stepped into the fresh air.

"What's the time?"

"It's 6."

"Oh, shit! I gotta go get Sam from his friend's house!" She said, smacking her forehead. "I came to apologize, but since we're cool now..."

Cas nodded. "Tell your brother I said hi."

She smiled. "I will." She turned around and started walking away, stopped, and then came back. She looked at Cas for a moment and then gave him a quick peck on the cheek. A rushed "Thank you," and she was gone.