She looked to Cas and actually blushed a little at her blunder. It was hard thinking of him as anything other than male after seeing him so human like with Dean. “I’m…sorry. I didn’t mean it like that…” She ran a hand through her hair and cleared her throat hoping it would abate some of the awkwardness but then she jumped when he heard his voice inside her head. She was not used to this and honestly it was freaky as hell. But she calmed down as he explained.
When the gun went off, her head turned. She was on the edge of her seat. She didn’t know if she should cheer for him since she hardly knew Nate but then again, Dean was doing enough for all three of them. She had to laugh when she heard his screaming and yelling. Then she saw Nate go down and the other kid’s foot go back into place and she was up too. “Are you that blind, asshat!!” She screamed right alongside Dean. Then she heard “heck” instead of the normal curse word that would be there and she just stopped short and stared at Dean. This was so new to her. She swore if anything else so dramatically different happened, she would need to go to the doctor about whiplash.
She sat back down when the first lap was marked and went back to her previous pose on the edge of her seat with her knuckles white from gripping the metal so tight.
Castiel’s expression softened at Jo’s apology. “No no, you’re fine Jo. There’s hardly anything that offends me.” he said this, amusement showing upon his face now before his attention was drawn away back to the race at hand. His eyes were focused and he watched, leaned slightly forward, hands curling into fists. They moved in an up and down motion as he cheered for Nathaniel as he raced against his opponent. He smiled a bit before he began to notice a change in the other teen’s direction.
It was hardly noticeable at first, however, being an angel, the slightest tilt was easy to pinpoint. When the foot slammed down upon the Nephilim’s foot his eyes narrowed and his lips tightened into a line. He was on his feet along with Dean. “That son of a bitch..” the curse was hardly heard above the cheering and yells of the crowd around them. But Cas was pissed. No one messed with his child and got away with it.
He didn’t nearly feel half as bad when Nate gave the boy a taste his own medicine. He silently cheered but at the same time, his expression was stern. It was one of the things he’d learned. It was always best to take the high road and still show up the enemy. Because in the end, it made them feel like a bigger ass and that much more of a loser. But he cheered for Nathaniel nonetheless. Though, when this race was over and they were home, he was definitely going to have a word with him about it.
So he felt a little bad as he heard that kid go tumbling, a little, but not enough to go back or to stop. This was a big race, a lot was riding on it. A lot. So pardon the young blond if he couldn’t be fucked to show much compassion for a person who tried to cheat. He already felt the twinge of pain in his foot, something was pulled or dislocated, by the end of this meet, it would be bad, he would probably need his mother to take care of it or go to the hospital. To which he knew his father would say hospital, which Nate honestly had no problem with. Hospitals didn’t freak him out in the least.
He tore around the corner of the second lap and he felt something slide out of place in his foot and his face pinched in pain, and this constant pain as his foot slammed against the ground put an odd quirk in his gait as he ran, but he didn’t seem to let it affect his speed or make him stop. He did lose a bit of ground and was now tying with another runner as they cleared the finish line, the flag thrown to mark the final lap. No no nononono! He grits his teeth and pushes himself harder, a choked noise of pain escaping him as he slams that foot harder on the ground. He doesn’t want to let out his wings, he can’t it’s cheating, but… he can’t let his team down. No, were he a normal human, he’d have to deal with it all. The pain that came from pushing himself further.
His breath began to push out of him much in the manner of a horse who’d ran a derby, now breathing through his gritted teeth, nostrils flaring. He could almost feel the other kid at his heels. He slammed that foot down and launched himself off, pushing his body harder. As they rounded the corner, the injured foot rolled in such a way that caused a stutter in Nate’s steps, and he almost goes crashing into the ground. He regains himself and eventually regains his place in the race. As they draw closer to the finish line, Nate’s legs, especially the one belonging to the injured foot, wanted to give out and he’s matched with another runner. NO. He can’t tie, he can’t take second, everyone on his team depended on him.
That foot slams against ground and an audible cry of pain flies out of Nate as he shoots ahead of the other and tears through the ribbon. He keeps running, having to slow himself down rather than abruptly stop and risk toppling over himself. The second he stops he promptly falls back onto his rear and clutched at his foot, making small pained noises, rocking a bit as if it would abate the pain.
The conversation between his husband an Jo kinda of sounded muffled in his ears, completely focused on the race. You thought Dean was bad right now? Oh wait till football season rolls around. He’s the loudest person in the whole stadium and he forgets to watch his language. What? Man likes his football. When he felt Cas’s anger flare up, Dean reaches out a hand to take Cas’s, trying to soothe the angel. Calm down honey… he’s fine… everything is okay. He gives his husband a reassuring smile. Oh Dean how wrong you are.
Then Dean watched as his son’s running stride became a bit off and his features drops. His hands come to grip the railing, knuckles going white. He couldn’t hear it, but he could see the jerk in his son’s body and the lips part as that low sound of pain came from his son. Dean’s jaw clench so tight he risked cracking his own teeth. He had spoken way too soon. Something was wrong with his son, he knew it, just all the little tell tale signs. He was in pain and his eyes searched for the boy who did this, eyes angrily locking on the child. If only he could prove the little shit had done that to his son. His parents and that little brat would get REEMED.
The flag fell and Dean’s eyes closely trained Nate’s form. When his son rounds the corner and almost falls, Dean feels his heart skip a bit and his body surges forward as he was just gonna take off running to Nate right there, but the bars stopped him. He lets out a breath of relief when Nate regains himself and keeps running. Though he hears that cry of pain come from his child and freaks. “NATHANIEL!” he puts a hand over his mouth, beginning to pace like a caged lion. His son was in pain, enough to make him cry out. He knew Nate, he knew his own kid, and that kid had a tolerance for pain.
The second Nate hits ground, Dean leaps over the railing, landing flat on his feet, grunting as his older body protests the firm landing from the roughly 7 or 8 foot drop. He pushes up and goes running for his downed son. He quickly drops beside Nate, a careful arm winding behind his back, supporting. “Shhh shhh, I got you champ…” he cooed to his frantic child. He knew Nate was a big boy and almost an adult, but christ if it didn’t kill him when his son was in pain, this was his baby, always would be, even after Mary got here. The coach came over with the athletic trainer and looks at Nate.
"Winchester, talk to us whats going on? Do you think you can still run or do we need to forfeit your matches?" the coach asked.
Dean looked up at the coach incredulously, seriously considering decking the man right here in front of all these people. “Gary are you serious?!” he snaps. “Can he still run?!” he snarls. “Look at him, he-” he then feels his son’s hand tug at his shirt with the clear manner of ‘shut up dad’. Dean falls silent and looks at Nate.