An Angel's Goal

E/O Drabble Challenge, word: Side.

Musketeer word(s): Son of a *** (thank's for providing me with such a lovely challenge, honey :-)

Summary: If it's one strong team against another, a determined angel can make all the difference...

A/N: I have no idea how that sprang to my mind – and despite my totally failing in giving you some Dean stomach to enjoy, I wish you a wonderful and Happy Birthday, LaedieDuske :x


"But what is the purpose of these small stabbed people?" Castiel asked, a note of bewilderment in his voice.

"To kick some ass", Dean repeated for what felt like the umpteenth time.

"To inflate Dean's ginormous ego…" Sam commented dryly.

"Would ya quit babbling and start playing, girls?" Bobby shoved the cap in his neck.

"I'll side with you, Dean", the angel stated reassuringly.

The Winchester flinched. "Thanks pal, but Bobby needs heavenly help more than me".

"As you wish" smiled Cas, serving the ball and performing a perfect snake shot on the table soccer.

"Sonoffa…"

Three jaws fell slack.


A/N 2: I didn't know anything about special table soccer tricks, but my little research provided me with the snake shot, which has to be a real bitch, and I thought it about time to have Cas a shit-eating grin for once :-)