Day 3: Gaming/Watching A Movie

(With special appearances from some Sherlock and Doctor Who characters as part of my RP group. I do not own Sherlock or Doctor Who.)

Castiel stood on their tiny balcony, his eyes closed as the sun beat down on his face. After days of endless rain, this rare sun was a blessing. It was warm enough that Castiel actually put on shorts, which he never did.

"Dean, we should get out. I don't want to sit inside all day."

Dean looked up from the newspaper he was reading, "Well, what do you want to do?"

Cas shrugged, "I don't know, something outside. Maybe we could go to the park? What is there to do at the park?"

"Well-who's calling this early?" Dean reached over and picked up his phone.

"Hey Sam, what's up?"

Cas turned back to looking out over the balcony. Kids ran on the sidewalk below him, their parents yelling at them to stay close. Birds were tittering; a butterfly fluttering…God's creation was surely beautiful today.

Dean slapped a hand between Cas' shoulders, "Well, looks like we're going to play some soccer…football…whatever you want to refer to it as." Dean smiled at Cas.

Now, Cas wanted to enjoy the day outside, but he never played soccer-football-and he wasn't sure if he wanted to.

"I don't know how to play though. I'll just get in the way."

Dean wrapped an arm around Cas' shoulders, "Now listen here, do you think I'd let you go in not knowing what you're doing?"

Cas thought about it for a second and shook his head.

"Good, don't worry it's not as hard as it looks, just a lot of running. Come on let's get dressed."

Fifteen minutes later they were meeting Sam at the local café. All three boys wore shorts and t-shirts, Sam carried a ball under his arm.

"Where is everyone?" Dean asked.

Sam jerked his thumb over his shoulder, "They're heading over to set up the field. Hey Cas, ready for some human sport?"

Cas swallowed hard. To be honest, he was extremely nervous.

"Oh yeah, I can't wait," He lied.

"Don't worry, Dean and I will teach you the basics. First, you need to know that there are seven players on each team and there are two kinds of positions. There's defense and offense. There are also sub-positions, but you don't need to worry about that now."

"What position will I be playing?" Cas was a warrior of God, he was sure he could probably handle offense.

"We'll have to wait and see who's on our team."

They arrived at the park and Cas could see the field where they would be playing. There were two large nets on either side of the field, and people were milling around the grass, kicking balls and laughing with each other. The butterflies began to have a party in his stomach. He didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of the people he wanted to be friends with.

"Hey, you okay, Cas?" Dean asked. He placed a hand on Cas' shoulder and squeezed it.

Cas nodded, "Yea-yeah I'll be fine. Just…nervous, ya know?" He looked to Dean, hoping that being nervous was okay.

Dean chuckled, "Yeah, I feel ya…these guys are a bit intimidating. Soccer is a very popular sport over here. They can get a bit…aggressive."

Cas shot Dean a look of horror, "How aggressive?"

"Eh, let's just say it's very likely that there will be a lot of yelling, pushing, shoving, and blood. There will probably be blood, and because we are playing some backyard soccer here, rules are thrown out the window."

Cas could handle the blood and violence, but what if he got yelled at for doing something wrong?

Sam, Dean, and Cas approached a few familiar faces. All of whom had, what looked like, some kind of war paint on their faces. Dean wasn't joking when he said this group got into it.

"Hey guys! Glad you came," Merlin said as he bounded over to them. "Oh, but this needs to change, you guys need some war paint." Merlin bent down and dug up some mud off the field. Before Dean could protest, Merlin slapped the mud on Dean's cheeks. Sam started to laugh, but was cut off when Merlin turned to him and did the same thing. Cas was last and he wasn't sure if he liked this idea of putting mud all over his face, but at least it felt cool.

Merlin stood back and admired his work. Dean looked smug, Sam was indifferent, and Cas…well, he looked scared. "Perfect, alright, teams!" Merlin spun around and yelled the last word. Everyone who was on the field ran over to where they stood.

Cas let out a sigh of relief when he recognized everyone. He was also glad that everyone else had their 'war' paint on too.

Arthur stood up on a bench and used a motion with his hand to quiet everyone down.

"Alright, mates, here we are; a beautiful London day, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and here on this field, is where we do battle."

Merlin leaned over and whispered to Cas, "Arthur is great at giving speeches like this." He beamed up at his boyfriend, giving him the thumbs up.

"I've strategically planned the teams so that neither one is at an advantage, skill wise that is." Arthur jumped down from the bench and walked over to his bag where a white board laid on the ground. He picked it up and hopped onto the bench again.

"Team one is Sam, Cas, Mickey, Martha, Me, David, Amy, Lance, and John…" Castiel jumped when he heard his name. At least he was with Sam…

"Team two is Chris, Gwen, Rory, Merlin, Dean, Matt, Jack, Gwaine, and Rose. Are we good?" Some people nodded, others 'whooped' and threw their arms in the air. Castiel stood there…quiet and scared.

He felt a hand smack his butt. He grabbed his back side with both hands and turned to see who the culprit was. Dean was walking away from him. He was a few feet away when he turned around and gave Cas the cheekiest smile he'd ever seen.

"Looks like we're against each other," He yelled, "Better get yourself ready. I'm not goin' easy on ya!" He laughed and ducked Sam's back hand. Sam gave Cas a shrug and a "Whatchya gunna do about it" look.

Arthur came up behind Cas and guided him to where he needed to go. "Arthur, I have no idea what I'm doing. Where are you putting me?" It was time for Cas to freak out.

"Whoa, whoa, calm down there Cas. You've got nothing to worry about. You are on defense. All you do is try and stop the people who are coming at you with the ball, but, you have to stay on your side. Once you get the ball from whoever has it, then give it to another teammate. You can pass it to an offender or another defender. Got it?"

Cas had stopped breathing for a second. This was a lot. He nodded anyway.

"Good, oh and don't use your hands. You can use any other body part, but try and keep your arms out of the picture, okay?"

He nodded again, "Yeah…okay…" Arthur jogged off and left Cas at his position. Martha and Mickey were defenders too. Sam was their goalie. Cas wasn't sure what Sam's job was though. He seemed to be guarding the large net. Cas surveyed the field. So the offenders were going to be trying to get past Cas, and he must not let them do this. He saw the defenders for the other team, Rory, Merlin, and Gwen. He knew they were defenders because they were in about the same spot as him on the field, but opposite…

This was confusing. He was ready to give up and have someone else come in. Maybe Sherlock wouldn't mind joining…

Before Cas could make up his mind, Arthur blew a whistle and everything became hectic. The people on the front lines charged each other and spread out. People were yelling other people's names and announcing that they were open. Open for what? Oh, the ball…okay, they wanted the ball. Was Cas supposed to yell for the ball? He looked at his fellow defenders. None of them seemed to be yelling, but they were watching the ball intently.

This was all very familiar to battles between Angels and Demons. You had the front line that did most of the fighting. Then you had the second wave of warriors who were there to help the front line, to give them back up.

Cas decided to watch the ball, seeing as this was the object that everyone wanted. There was a skirmish between David and Gwaine at the moment. Gwaine was performing some intricate footwork with the ball, and David tried his hardest to take the ball from Gwaine. His own footwork didn't seem to be doing it so he grabbed Gwaine's shirt and tried pushing him away. Cas was sure this usually wasn't allowed, but his team was cheering David on.

Should Cas yell for David to continue his fight with Gwaine? He wasn't sure so he watched on.

Cas was about to turn and see what Sam was doing in all this, when he caught a flash of white out of the corner of his eye. Dean had shown up out of nowhere behind Gwaine.

"Gwaine!" He yelled. Gwaine kicked the ball back to Dean who then kicked the ball across the field to the other side. He was heading straight for Cas. Dean looked up and the gleam in his eye made Cas' heart flutter. Dean was sweaty and already had grass stains on the front of his white shirt.

Cas heard his name being yelled and saw Arthur waving frantically at him. He was pointing at Dean, "GO CAS! Get the ball!"

Cas jumped when he remembered he had to defend the field. He charged toward Dean. He wasn't sure what he was going to do when he got there, but he'd figure it out. Cas thought Dean would at least be easy on him.

Cas was so wrong.

Dean came full force towards Cas. Cas reached his foot out for the ball and for a split second, he had control. He whipped his head around for someone to give it to, but Dean was on him again, literally, right on him. He could hear Dean's heavy breathing in his ear.

"Nice try Cas, but you aren't taking this ball from me." This fueled Cas with determination.

"Is that a threat, Dean" He tried to do what Gwaine did, but the ball went flying behind him and he chased after it. It came dangerously close to the big net and people were yelling so loud, Cas couldn't tell what they were telling him to do.

He felt his shirt get jerked back. Dean was on him again, fighting to get to the ball first.

"No!" Cas yelled. He had to get the ball before Dean did.

Cas pulled the ball back towards the field with one easy swipe and Dean went skidding across the grass. Some people laughed and others yelled. Cas spotted John waving his arms. No one was around him so he kicked the ball (very crookedly) in John's general direction. Just like that, the ball was on the other side of the field where his teammates and opponents went through similar trials.

"Damn Cas, it's kind of sexy when you get all aggressive like that," Dean said as he ran past him, giving him a wink over the shoulder.

The first half of the game went like this for some time. By half time, Cas' team had four points, but the opponents had five.

Donna and Morgana had brought home made treats and bottles of water for everyone. Cas inhaled his muffin.

So far, he was barely scraped, extremely sweaty and hot, but not a scratch on him. The offense on the other hand, they were covered in grass and dirt, sweat and blood. Many of them had bloody knees and scratches on the arms from being pulled away from the ball.

Cas searched for Dean, he was momentarily worried that Dean was hurt badly. He found Dean talking to Sam. He was going a mile a minute about a 'play' that Dean was a part of. Sam smiled and laughed and nodded his head. Cas saw Sam point in Cas' direction and Dean turned to look. Once he locked eyes with Cas, he strolled over.

"Where are your battle scars?" Dean asked, punching Cas' arm. Cas looked down and observed his unscathed body.

"Wasn't really on the front lines now was I?"

The corner of Dean's mouth quirked up, "No, you weren't, but you were a tough opponent in the beginning there. Nice move, Beckham."

Dean roared with laughter when Cas tilted his head and asked who Beckham was.

"He's a professional soccer player, Cas. Stop with your innocence…it'll distract me."

"Bu-what?" But Dean had sauntered off toward his end of the field. Cas assumed the game was about to recommence.

"Wait, Cas, we're gunna put you on offense, Amy wants a breather," Arthur hollered at Cas.

Cas froze and looked around, "Where do I go?"

"Next to me, buddy," Lance indicated the empty spot near him.

"You understand what to do now?" Lance asked. He was always nice, and Cas was glad he was near him. He nodded at Lance and observed him. His hair was a complete mess, sweat dripped down his face, he had fingernail scratches on his arm, and one very bloody knee.

Cas gulped back his fear. He could do this. He really could…Right?

The second half was intense…So intense that Cas thought he was going to die from exhaustion before the game was over. There was so much running on the offense end of the game. Only ten minutes into the second half and Cas already had scratches on his arms and sweat was pouring down the back of his neck. His shirt was soaked through. He wanted to take off his shirt so bad, but he wasn't sure if this was appropriate. Not two minutes later, Gwaine, Jack, Arthur, Lance, and Dean had ripped off their shirts, tossing them to the side.

Cas couldn't take his eyes off of Dean's naked torso. The way his back muscles rippled when he kicked the ball, and how the sweat shined off his chest. Cas could feel heat rising to his face, and it wasn't from running.

Thank his Father the ball came his way, or else he would've had to excuse himself from the game for a few minutes.

Matt was charging his way and Cas ran for him, but before he could get to the ball, Matt kicked the ball over to Rose who then kicked it to Jack and Cas had found himself tricked by the three. The ball was now behind him and heading towards their goal. Cas back tracked and swooped in behind Jack. By some luck, Cas had the ball and he turned back the other way.

He had a straight shot to the opponent's goal. Then, out of nowhere, Dean came charging in from his right. He slid right in front of Cas knocking the ball out of the way, and tripping the unsuspecting angel.

Cas fell forward and landed hard on his shoulder, which then forced him to do a front roll. He yelled out in surprise, and then grimaced in his pain. Lance lent him a hand and helped him up.

"You good?"

Cas nodded, "Yeah, I think so." He moved his shoulder to make sure it was still working. It hurt, but he was sure it was fine. It would probably be sore in the morning though. He was gunna make Dean pay for that…in more ways than one.

Cas turned and without thought he shot towards Dean who was dribbling (a word he learned) the ball towards his goal. The goal Cas was meant to protect at all costs.

With no shirt to grab, Cas clutched at Dean's forearm and tugged. Dean wrenched his arm away and tried rolling the ball back and go behind Cas. But Cas was expecting this, so he turned to his left and cut Dean off way before he could get to Cas' other side.

Dean looked surprised and Cas could see him begin to panic as Cas trapped him against the side lines.

"What's wrong Dean, can't work your fancy footwork against me?" Cas jeered at Dean.

Dean just smirked back, "Guess again." He kicked the ball between Cas' legs and Jack was behind Cas, ready to go. Cas' shoulders slumped in defeat. "Next time, buddy."

Buddy? Buddy?!

Cas charged towards Jack and fought once again for the ball. By the time he finally had the ball and was going back towards the opponent's goal, he was kicked, jabbed, and elbowed. His body ached, but he wasn't giving up now. This goal meant a win for his team. If he didn't get this, they'd be at this game long past dark, and the sun had already begun to set.

He was close, so close, he was just outside the white line shaped like a large box outside the goal. Out of nowhere, Merlin came up, sweat pouring down his face and determination in his eyes. He was going to trip Cas, he just knew it. Before Merlin got to him, Cas cocked his foot and smacked the ball towards the goal. Merlin reached him just as the ball was airborne and he collided into Cas.

They crashed to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Cas reached back and tried to catch himself, but all of Merlin's weight was on him and just as he heard his team cheering in victory, Cas heard a loud pop.

~o0o~

Four hours later, Cas was walking out of St. Bart's with a sprained wrist and a bruised ego.

"I'm sorry Cas, I'm so sorry. I should've stopped or, or..."

Cas held up his good arm, cutting Merlin off, "It's okay, Merlin, it happens. The doctor said I'd be fine. You couldn't have helped it."

Merlin didn't looked convinced, but he nodded anyway as Arthur slung an arm around Merlin's shoulders.

They were all still covered in dirt and sweat, and they smelled repulsive. Dean was outside on the sidewalk with Sam. He looked worried and Cas felt bad that he told Dean to wait outside. He was just too embarrassed to have Dean in there with him.

"Cas, hey what's the diagnosis?"

"Just a sprain, I'll be fine, you don't have to worry over me," he said, pulling his wrapped wrist away from Dean's grabby hands.

Dean looked hurt, but he smiled to cover it up, "Alright, alright, well come on you stink, I stink, let's get home and clean up."

Cas sat on Dean's bed, waiting for him to come out of the bathroom. He felt bad for being rude to Dean. Dean didn't do anything, and he definitely didn't deserve to be talked to like that.

The bathroom door opened, steam pouring out, and Dean came out in his pajamas. He stopped short, his wet hair stick up at odd ends.

"Hey, Cas, what's up?" He walked over to his dirty clothes that were tossed aside, and tossed them in the hamper. He turned back to Cas and sat next to him on the bed.

Cas sighed and looked down at his wrist, "I'm sorry I got annoyed with you, before. I don't want you to be mad I just…" He let his hands flop down on his lap when the words wouldn't come, and winced as his sprained wrist bent funny. "Ow"

Dean chuckled, "Seriously? You're worried that I'm mad? And watch your wrist; you don't wanna make it worse." He reached over and gently took Cas' hand in his. He carefully turned it over in his hands and inspected the wrapping.

"Yes, I was worried. I got mad at you for no reason."

He placed Cas' hand back on his lap and turned to look Cas in the eyes.

Dean's green eyes showed nothing but affection and Cas' stomach did backflips and his heart fluttered. Without thinking he pushed Dean back onto the bed with his good hand. Dean's eyes widened in surprise as Cas straddled him.

"Cas wha-" Dean stopped mid-question as Cas' lips stopped them from uttering another word. Dean froze at first, but slowly he wrapped his arms around Cas, holding him close.

Cas' sprained wrist laid lazily on Dean's chest as his other hand grabbed Dean's shoulder. He had never kissed anyone before. This was Cas' first kiss and it was…perfect. Dean grabbed at Cas' shirt, greedily, wanting more.

Cas went to pull away, but one of Dean's hands was now on the back of Cas' head, holding him there.

"Dean," He whispered. He opened his eyes and saw Dean's eyes lit with joy and his lips plump and pink.

"Shit, Cas, that was…um…" Dean's hands ran up and down Cas' sides, making the boy on top shiver and fight back the urge to burst out laughing.

"What?" he asked, trying to distract himself.

Dean squinted, "Are…are you ticklish?"

Cas' eyes widened, "No."

A mischievous smile played on Dean's face. He reached up and dug his fingers into Cas' sides. Cas fell forward onto Dean's chest, laughing hysterically. It was getting to the point where Cas couldn't breathe and tears were rolling down his face. He gasped for Dean to stop, and finally, he did. They laid there laughing, trying to get it out of their systems.

Cas rolled off of Dean and laid his head on Dean's chest.

"Thank you for introducing me to soccer."

"Even though you sprained your wrist? You still enjoyed it?"

Cas nodded, "Mmhmm."

His eyelids became heavy and finally they closed shut. He was too tired to make it back to his room. Dean's bed was suitable for tonight…and maybe more nights in the future.