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Flag Football Game, The Park, Sunday Noon

It was the perfect day for a flag football game in the park. Lines had been ~~handwavily~~ chalked on the cold ground and would wash away in the next rain or snow. Posters had been ~~handwavily~~ put up to encourage everyone in Fandom to attend.

[ooc: fhfootball is the AIM chatroom for game planning! All football players are welcome!]

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Chad caught the ball easily, figuring Billy would have easily noticed his opening. Tucking it tightly to his chest, he began a confident barreling toward the endzone.

Sam figured that, as the tallest member of the Blue team, it was his job to try to take Chad down. So, as soon as he had the ball, Sam took off after him and went for his flags. He nearly tripped over himself, but managed to snag one.

Dean took the snap on the next play, faked a throw, then took off running.

...and there was Annette, close enough to Dean to take off running after him. She could run fast, or thought she could, but trying to catch up to him was pointless. Maybe a snowball to the back of his head would slow him down. Make him turn and...

Nahhhh, she'd have to run and hide then.

So yeah, she was breathing hard, too hard, and just slowed. No way could she catch him.

Dean was aware of his pursuer, and put on an extra burst of speed, put his head down and ran right to the goal line.

"And I believe that's what is called a touchdown," he said smugly, tossing the football down at his feet.

Willow gasped at Dean's success.

"Sam! If you ever want to see your brother again you'd better step up!"

"Hey! That wasn't my fault!" Sam said, shooting a glare at Dean. Clearly, tackling his brother was going to have to be an option.

"Sam, we need people who take ownership of getting the entire team to win," Willow said. "Besides, don't you have some sort of deep-seated little sibling resentment you could be channeling right now? For the theraputic value, I mean."

"Channel the sibling rivalry. Got it," Sam said, nodding.

On the next play, he snapped up the ball, and looked around quickly for someone to throw to. "Karal!" he yelled, hoping to get his attention as he threw the ball.

Sam got his attention, even if it was the kind that bunnies give to rapidly approaching car headlights, and Karal caught the brown oblong thing - it wasn't round. It couldn't be a ball if it wasn't round - then turned to bolt like the aforementioned bunny down the field.

Yes, in the right direction. He had read Willow's handouts.

Dean had started in Karal's direction the second Sam shouted his name -- way to telegraph the play, Sammy -- but he was too far away to make up all the distance before Karal got into the endzone. Not when the guy was running like a legion of demons was chasing him.

Karal kept running, because that's what the handouts had said, and because he was maybe a little afraid of Willow, and didn't stop until there was a clear metre between him and the very last of the chalk marks.

Panting, he turned back to look up the field and grinned. "That's a score, right?"

"I knew I should've kept him for the Gold Team," John muttered on the sidelines.

"Way to go guys!" Willow said, applauding her team. "I think John's almost weeping! YAY TEAM!"

Lining up for the next play, Johnny's eyes were intent as he watched the opposing team as well as his own. After the snap, the ball was in his hands and seeing Abigail open, he let the ball fly towards her...

Except in a rare bit of luck, Marco managed to intercept the ball. After starring at in shock for a moment, he sent it flying...towards John. Oops.

Paying attention to the game, John had sadly expected Marco to throw the ball to Adam or Annette, and wasn't expecting to be hit directly in the face. "OW, MY NOSE!" he cried out, covering his injury with his hands.

"WAY TO GO, MARCO!!!!" Willow shouted.

"Thanks?" Marco shouted back, quickly backing far, far away from John. Anyone who was on team Gold, just in case.

John glared at Willow and Marco while he tried to figure out if his bleeding nose was broken.

His eyes were certainly not teared up in pain.

After getting his next instructions from Willow, Sam gave John a sympathetic look and went to get set up for the next play. He grabbed the ball after the snap, and took a step back, then yelled, "Karal!" like he had last time. But this time, he turned at the last second, and threw the ball at Adam.

Yeah, Dean was going to try a different strategy this time. When Sammy took a step back to throw, Dean threw himself at him, going for a tackle around his waist.

Luckily, Sam managed to let go of the ball before Dean got to him, but that didn't stop him from getting taken down. He landed with a grunt, and shoved at Dean to try to get him off of him.

Dean let out a soft 'oof' as they hit the ground, disappointed that Sammy still had got the throw off.

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