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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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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.

"Dude, you suck," Sam whined, giving Dean another shove.

Dean shoved back. "Your on the bottom so who's the one sucking again?"

Sam growled and tried to push Dean over so he was on top.

Dean tried to grab for Sammy's hands and ping them down.

Dean may have grabbed his hands, but that didn't stop Sam from arching up and trying to push him over again.

Dean rode his brother's bucking easily enough, pinning Sammy's hands to the dirt above his head. "Nice try, little brother, but I still got you."

"I am so going to kick your ass," Sam said, trying to push Dean's hands up. "Get off me."

Dean smirked at him. "Make me."

Sam glared and shifted hard to the side to try to knock Dean off balance.

Dean chuckled. "What's the matter, Sammy? Can't get any leverage?"

"Oh, I'm glad you think this is funny," Sam replied, trying to get his hands free from Dean's grip instead.

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Adam caught the ball easily, making his way toward the end zone, hoping to score and avoid any Gold players along the way.

Karal had turned at his name, and was left blinking in confusion when no one threw anything at him.

"Oh! Go Adam!" he yelled. "Run!"

Karal hadn't been the only one confused by the fake out. Chad had been just about two seconds from charging after Karal before he realized, thanks to the distraction of the other tackle, that the ball had actually gone to Adam. He blinked, resituating himself for a moment, before it clicked in his head that if he didn't start moving now, he'd never get the flag.

Barreling after Adam, Chad started to feel like he wasn't going to catch up. He launched himself in a dive, hand out to snatch one of Adam's flag.

Adam glanced behind him, seeing Chad following him. If he didn't speed it up, Chad just might catch him.

At the last second, Adam managed to avoid the dive by swerving to the side and forward, landing in the end zone.

And that would be Chad, empty handed but with a face full of dirt, pouting a little into the ground for a moment. He thought he almost had that one.

If only they could tackle....

"You'll get 'em next time, big guy!" John called from the sidelines, pinching the bridge of his nose. For cnce, he was actually wishing they could play tackle football.

"Yay Blue!" Willow shouted. "Way to beat Gold and their totally double standard having coach with his players who started tackling even though he keeps moping about that supposedly being against the rules!"

Grunting and brushing himself off a little, Chad sulkily considered the fact that he really had to make up for that complete failure there. The next play was set, the ball snapped; Chad made for a brief fake-out before making a straightline charge down the feel toward the end zone. With a careful dodging of the Winchesters, who apparently no one bothered to pull apart for the next play.

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Karal had no idea what got into him but, carried away by the excitement, he found himself running pell mell after Chad. As soon as he was close enough, he dove forward, trying to grab his flag.

It might look an awful lot like an attempted tackle.

There are days when Marco acts like a logical, sane human being. Today is not one of those days. He thought that Karal looked like he needed some help and went to try to either tackle Chad or grab the flag. It was hard to tell which, since he wound up leaping towards the boy. Or at least tried to leap.

Adam saw Chad take off and decided he should probably try and go after him. He figured Marco and Karal could use all the help they could get and made a beeline for one of Chad's flags.

Except it probably looked more like a possible tackle, as Adam dove for Chad.

"Noooo!" Evie shouted much more loudly than was really warranted, and sped up to intercept Adam. Or Marco. Or both, arms out, rushing as fast as she could to get in between Chad and the leapers and divers.