dean told castiel to meet him in the locker room.
he wasn't hard to spot, seeing as his jersey had the name 'winchester' across the back in capital letters with a number 'one' underneath it.
castiel tapped him twice to get his attention. he was talking to his friends, they'll definitely notice him now.
he felt uneasy, he didn't want it. but castiel is doing this for dean.
just because he enjoys his company.
"oh, hey, cas!" dean smiles at the end.
castiel doesn't smile or nod or even write something down.
"okay, well, this is sam." he grabs his younger brother by the shoulder & turned him around.
"hey." sam simply says.
castiel put's his hand up as a way of saying hello.
sam & dean laugh but not in a mocking way. they both thought it was cute.
the older winchester chucks his arm around castiel and says to sam, "make sure he actually watches the game."
sam rolls his eyes.
//
sam & castiel leave together.
"so i have my own notebook so i can talk to you better, if you want."
castiel thought it was thoughtful but quickly scribbles down.
'won't i stop you from watching the game?'
sam shakes his head while taking out his notebook.
"we aren't watching the game." he spoke in a whisper.
'we aren't?'
sam wrote back:
'you don't look like the sports type and neither am i, we're just here to support dean and crowley sends me the highlights.'
castiel nods.
//
he tries to watch the game, he watched for fifteen minutes but he got bored.
it frustrates him that balthazar was right, he did bring a book and he's reading it.
sam doesn't watch the game, he's on his phone and sometimes writes to castiel.
it does not bother him. the interruptions of him trying to read the book. every now and then he see's sam cheering.
the buzzer went off for full time. this is where sam would act as if he watched the whole game and castiel would tell dean truth.
their school won, like always but they acted as if it was a grand final or something, castiel didn't get it.
dean came jogging up to the stands. puffed out.
"so, cas, did you like it?"
castiel shakes his head.
'i watched for the first fifteen minutes. sports isn't my thing. sorry, dean. i really wanted to like it.'
dean's upset but not surprised. he wanted to spend as much time as he could with cas. including his victories for football afterwards.
he talks to sam briefly about everyone's performance and how much they won by. cas smiles because he knows sam didn't actually watch it.
dean notices. "why the random smile?"
cas bites the inside of his lip.
'nothing. it's just, reading is so much better than football.'
