The Unexpected (A SuperWhoLock Fanfiction)

Eight: Fooling Around

Eight: Fooling Around

The outside air was tense, stakes were high. My breathing was slow, calculated and I hunched over in the sand, supporting myself on my toes and right hand. My eyes narrowed firmly, but it was only a facade to hide my quickly beating heart. I knew the man to my left was counting on my to complete this task, and it weighed heavily on my shoulders as I faced the tall brother and Great Dane in front of me.

  I exchanged a look with Dean, who gave me an affirming nod and I returned the gesture, as well as my eyes on the two defenders in front of us. Dean shouted commands, repeating them a few times before one word in particular triggered me. "HUT!"

  I took off running as fast as I could, rounding Sam and Charles. I knew Charles would be rushing to take down Dean, and I could hear Sam's long strides behind me, chasing me. I heard Dean call my name and I looked over my shoulder to the football whizzing through the air, just over Sam's head. It was coming straight for me and I held my breath as I leaped into the air, the ball falling right into my arms.

  I screamed with joy, nearly tumbling when my feet hit the sand again. 

  Sam reached for me and my body, as if on it's own accord, juked to the left and spiraled on my heel, causing Sam to slide passed me and trip up on his legs. I heard Dean rooting and Charles barking as he know turned his attention to me. I picked up my pace, the landmark in sight.

  I was nearly out of breath, I could hear the sand stir as four paws caught up with me. Charles barked in protest as I jumped across the bucket and touched down in the In-Zone. 

  I squealed exitedly, spiking the ball against the ground (which Charles promptly attacked) and when I turned around, Dean was there ready to scoop me up, hollering and spinning me around. I swore I could hear a rumble of laughter coming from Sherlock's chest, sitting in a lawn chair next to John.

  Dean set me down and pumped his fist in Sam's direction, Sam's hands on his hips. "It's seven to five now, bitch!" Dean taunted, flashing a smug, white smile.

  "Dude, you are such a jerk," Sam scoffed, all the while smiling. "If Cece hadn't totally juked me, I would have had her."

  I stuck my tongue out at him, and he rolled his eyes playfully. 

  "But you didn't, cause Cece knows how the game is played."

  "Charles couldn't catch her either!"

  "Yeah, cause Charles is a dog. You're a full grown man that sucks at sports, Sammy."

  Dean raised his hand and I slapped it in celebration.

  While Dean and Sam bickered at one another, I pranced over to Sherlock and John, comfortable in their lawn chairs. "Sherlock, you planning on joining in yet? I think Sam is going to need another teammate besides the dog."

  "I'm afraid I have no interest in sports, Cece," he dismissed, reclining back in his chair, fingers laced in his lap. "I will admit, however, I rather enjoy watching the tall one suffer.

  "John," Sherlock cocked his head, nodding toward the playing field. "Why don't you join their little game? I don't believe I've seen you play anything other than a boring game of solitair. You must have some athletic ability left from your military days, hm?"

  John forced a tight lipped smile and stood proudly from his chair, waltzing over to the Winchesters, "More athletic ability than you could ever have, Sherlock Holmes."

  "Are you taunting me, Watson?"

  "Yes, I believe I am."

  I pursed my lip, looking between the two of them. Sherlock narrowed his eyes as if to process the situation. He began rolling up his shirt sleeves, standing elegantly from their chair. "I believe I've changed my mind, Cece."