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Dean paces back and forth wondering when his sister Charlie is going to show up. This moment has been a long time coming. He waited what seemed like ages for this moment to pass. And now with the help of Cas and his Angels, they will be able to defeat Crowley and his Demons. Dean stops pacing and leans to the side trying to mentally come up with every scenario. As he stands in deep thought, Charlie comes in.
“Whaddup, bitch.”
“Charlie, I am so glad you could make it. We needed your support. This is the final battle, good versus evil, light versus dark. My husband and his crew versus Crowley and those ass hats. There are no words to describe how epic this battle is going to be. After this, there will be only one group left standing.”
Charlie dumbfounded looks at Dean,”I..I thought you said this was a softball game with two brewing companies competing against each other? You said it was Heavenly Brewers versus The Devil's Juice?”
“Yeah, it's a softball game. Come on, I have a spot for us on top of the bleachers.”
“Sorry I was late, how many innings have I missed?”
Dean, staring off into the field, throws up two fingers indicating two innings.
“Uh, you also mentioned free food….” Charlie says while collapsing a little into herself.
Dean rolls his head back knowing he has to be nice to his kid sister, “Fine. But watch the game for me.”
Dean rushes back down and hurriedly goes to the concession stand. He sees the line is a little big. Dammit Charlie, Dean thinks to himself. Five minutes pass before he is able to get some nachos, a hot dog, a hamburger and fries along with four brews. Rushing back, he makes his way towards the center of the bleachers without dropping anything.
“Here, I got your food. Did you watch the game for me?”
“Huh? Ooh sorry I was video chatting with my girlfriend. But thank you for the food.” Charlie raises her hands innocently to accept Dean's offer.
Dean looks at the scoreboard and notices that his team is losing.
“Awww what the hell happened?”
“I don't know but everyone around us is mad at the ump.”
Another fan nearby interjects, “Yeah number twenty-two was out by a mile but the ump called him safe at home.”
“You're telling me that Sam had a bad call?”
“Sam is umpiring the game?” Charlie asks as she takes a bite of her hot dog.
“Yeah and doing a piss poor job at it.”
Charlie jabs Dean in the arm, “Hey, that's our brother.”
“Yeah well right now he is the enemy.” Dean states while he tries to steal some of Charlie's food.
“Whoa, what are you doing?”
“Getting a bite.”
Charlie guards her food from being picked off, “You got this for me , remember?”
“Come on Charlie, you have more than enough to share.”
“Fine, you can take the nachos. You forgot to get me napkins anyways. Now toss me one of the beers.”
Looking at his four drinks, he grudgingly gives Charlie one of them.
“Thank you, mister grumpy pants.” Charlie says jokingly. “Why are you still mad? It’s only the fifth inning; your team has four more to catch up.”
“Charlie, this is softball. It has seven innings instead of nine.”
“So the game is almost over?”
“Yes we only have two innings to catch up or we lose.” Dean states as he fully downs one of his beers.
……..
It's the last inning, Cas and his Angels are up first; Balthazar is up to the plate. He is facing Azazel at the mound. The pitcher throws a fastball down the center only to have it smacked out of the park. The crowd cheers for Balthazar’s single homer as the Skipper walks out to the field to relieve the pitcher.
Dean gives jeers, “Booo leave ‘em in, they're doing great!”
Number twenty-two comes on to the field to relieve Azazel.
Charlie's eyes are immediately drawn to the center, “That’s the one that scored last time, who is she?”
“That’s Meg.”
“You think you can introduce me to her later on?”
“She is Cas’ ex. So no.”
“Think she’s only attracted to men?”
“No she goes both ways, but let me state again. She is Cas’ ex.”
“So that's a no?”
“That’s a definite no.”
Dean gives Charlie a look to tell her to stop pressing on the matter. Then Castiel shows up to bat. Meg looks up at Dean then back at Cas, then up at Dean again. She smirks before she gets into her stance.
Charlie gives Dean a confused look, “What the hell was that about?”
“She still blames me for losing Cas.”
In disbelief Charlie looks at Dean in shock, “No way! You stole someone from another woman? Wait, she can't still be mad at you, can she?”
Dean catches a ball meant for his head in mid air.
Someone on the bleachers nearby exclaims, “Whoa! That was one wild pitch!”
Charlie immediately shoots daggers at the pitcher but then her eyes begin to soften up, “I can't hate someone so majestic.”
“Really, Charlie? She just tried to injure me with a ball the shape of a melon. Why do you still like her?”
“Honestly?”
Dean sits back and braces for the answer.
“It's somewhat because she either hates men a lot or just hates you.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Well before you came out, I used to be afraid of bringing girls home because most of them would always be attracted to you. Now that you're gay, whenever I see someone I'm with giving you the eye, I just say that you're super gay with your boyfriend.”
Charlie folds her fingers into themselves “It’s not like I'm lying.”
“First of all, that hurts here.” Dean jesters to his chest. “Secondly, I would never take one of your girlfriends. It's an unspoken rule between siblings that we would never date anyone that the other was with in the past. Does Sam know about this?”
“I talked to him first. He said to tell my girlfriends that you were super gay before you were even with Cas. He called me your anti-wingman.”
Dean, trying to forget this new information, throws his attention back on the field.
“Come on, Cas, knock it out of the park!”
Meg throws a curve that Cas can't track.
“Strike one!”
Meg sets up again and decides to throw a fastball high in the corner.
“Strike two!”
“Come on ump open your eyes, you dip shit!”
Sam immediately looks up towards Dean as if he knew that it came from him.
Meg with a smile on her face throws a wicked curve that Cas can’t see coming,
“Strike three! you're out of there!”
Charlie tries to console Dean, “at least it's tied now.”
The next inning, Cas takes the mound ready to pitch as hard as he can. The first one up is Crowley; he gives Dean a wink before setting up to bat.
Cas sees this and in a jealous rage, aims for Crowley’s body, making him pitch a ball.
“Ball one,” Sam says.
Cas looks back at Crowley with a scowl on his face. He sets up to throw again but not before Crowley blows a kiss towards Dean. Cas, unable to think straight, throws the ball right at Crowley's shoulder.
Crowley winces at the impact, the amount of force behind that ball is going to leave a bruise for weeks. Crowley begins to walk slowly first then something snaps in him, and he begins to charge the field. He makes it halfway before getting tackled by Gabriel, both benches clear. Dean watches as Sam tries to calm everybody’s tempers down. Remembering what Charlie told him, Dean launches a ball at Sam’s face mask. The force of the impact knocks Sam to the ground. Sam is stunned at what just happened, he gets up and throws his face mask down. He lets out a tremendous roar before attacking both sides. Sam starts to body slam anyone that's unlucky enough to come across him.
Charlie takes one last sip of her drink, “Well so much for this game, I guess we won't be playing these guys again.”
“What are you talking about, Charlie? This is our fifth annual game together. It always ends like this.
Dean looks off towards the field in one area; he sees Sam taking on four men at once and on the other side, he spots Castiel chasing Crowley with a bat.
“Squirrel! Come get your rabid dog!”
As Crowley runs away yet again, Castiel throws the bat dead center at Crowley’s back, knocking him down.
A few seconds pass and now most of the men are either knocked unconscious or too tired to fight anymore. Dean gets up and out of the bleachers. “Come on Charlie, let's go to the trunk of my car.”
“Why?”
“I have an ice chest full of booze that can help these guys nurse their wounds.”
Charlie and Dean walk out into the field, greeting everyone with drinks. Crowley shows up next to him and Dean hands him a beer before stating, “Sorry I don’t have a fruity drink with an umbrella.”
Accepting his drink, Crowley places the cold can on his back, “Your whole family has anger issues.”
“ You started the fight.”
“I was hit with a bloody ball the size of a grapefruit!”
Dean looks at Cas, smirking at Crowley, “Yeah sorry about that. Same time next year?”
Crowley looks up at Cas, “I wouldn't have it any other way, Darlin’.”