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Dean didn’t like football, if he was completely honest, he much preferred soccer, which he played in the spring. And at his school, the brutes who play football in the fall usually tend to avoid the cardio driven soccer players. Not entirely because they don’t like the sport, it’s just the whole teams are comprised of completely different people and require different types of strengths. Dean would never play football, because he knew he would be crushed by some of the guys on the team. Football players wouldn’t play soccer, because they are too bulky to go as fast as a varsity team would require.
Okay, that one might stem from how Dean knew very little about the sport, but it had to be true. As he watched the game, all he could pay attention to was how the away team (The Edlund Eagles, or E squared as they called themselves) were slow as hell. Maybe that’s why the school made sure they would be laying them for homecoming, so it was certain that they would win.
“Why isn’t Benny on the field yet?” Castiel, his best friend said from his spot next to Dean.
“I was asking myself the same thing,” Dean said over the crowd. “I mean, he’s the captain, you’d think he’d be playing.”
“Which reminds me of something,” Cas said. “Did he even ask you to homecoming yet?”
Dean hesitated. “No, I think he’s going with Andrea,” He sighed. “Besides, I’m on court. Maybe he thought I was going to go with Jo.”
“But she’s going with Ash.”
“That doesn’t change what he thought. So, just drop it okay? It’s just homecoming.”
“I’m just trying to help, Dean. This would be your first homecoming together. And besides, you two are pretty much the school’s power couple.”
Dean turned towards Cas. “Why the hell has everybody been trying to get into Benny and my business anyway?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean everybody has been saying crap like ‘Benny hasn’t asked you yet?’ or ‘Oh, is Benny going with someone else?’ Even my parents and Sam were suddenly way more interested in my social life then they usually were.”
Cas smiled. “It’s half time.”
“You’re point?”
“Just look.”
Dean did so reluctantly, the cheerleaders dancing to some preppy song that Dean didn’t quite recognize and then they began to do the exact same cheer that they do every year. He was about to say something to Cas about how even if he didn’t look, he wouldn’t be missing too much, until the cheerleaders stepped off the field and a song began to play. It only took him a few moments to recognize it as ‘Thank You’ by Led Zeppelin.
Dean fought back the blush that was rising on his face as Benny got up with the cheerleaders, wearing his jersey and a pair of jeans with a bouquet of flowers in his hand. They all held up a sign that read. “Dean Winchester. HoCo 2015?”
The crowd began to cheer, at least their school’s side. He doubted anyone from the other school even knew what was happening. Dean walked down the steps and ran into Benny’s arms. The cheering grew louder.
“You’re not playing tonight, right?” Dean spoke into Benny’s ear loud enough for him to hear.
“I’m playing third and fourth quarter.”
“So we have time to talk?”
Benny smiled. “It’ll have to be while I’m putting my gear on.”
“Nothing I haven’t seen.”
After the excitement died down and the band began to play on the field, Dean and Benny went back into the locker room so he could begin to get ready.
As Benny was pulling his jersey over his head so he could put his padding on, Dean couldn’t help but ask. “What the hell was that?”
“What the hell was what?” Benny asked as he began to dig through his duffel bag.
“Why did you wait so long?”
“I told you it was going to be at a game.”
“Yeah, but the homecoming game? That’s kind of pushing it.”
Benny turned towards him raising an eyebrow. “Dramatic effect. Besides, it’s not like you don’t have a suit. We bought those together last weekend.”
Dean sighed and grabbed Benny’s letterman jacket off of the hook he had set it on when they first came in. “I feel like this isn’t even us anymore, Ben. All we are is just this school’s mascot now,” He slid the jacket on. “The student body president and vice president. The homecoming king and the future prom king. Hell, the football captain is banging the soccer captain. We’re just doing this for everybody else now.”
“It’s our senior year, Dean.” Benny said as he picked his helmet off the bench.
“What’s that have to do with anything?”
“Because leadership qualities, colleges love that sort of thing. And why compete with each other for something like this when we can just,” He thought over his words for a moment. “Complement each other.”
Dean scoffed. “Yeah, like colleges are actually going to give a sports scholarship to a carrier.”
Benny stepped toward him and pecked him on the lips. “Nobody needs to know about your little secret, Darlin.”
Before Dean had the chance to respond, a booming voice interrupted their conversation. “Lafitte, we need you on the field!”
Benny nodded towards the voice. “Yes, sir.” He looked back towards Dean. “Are you coming to the diner after this? The whole senior class is going.”
Dean shrugged. “I don’t know, we’ll have to see how Coach feels about it since he is my ride home.”
The coach jogged over to them. “C’mon, Laffite. Let’s go!”
After Benny left, the coach looked towards Dean. “What were you two doing in here alone?”
“Dad, we were just talking.”
“About?”
“School stuff, it’s nothing important,” He pulled the jacket tighter around himself. “Hey, uh, Benny wanted me to ask if I can go to the senior dinner thing.”
“Do you want to?”
Dean shook his head. “I’m not really feeling up to it.”
“Then tell him I said you can’t go,” John said. “I get it, you’re stressed about everything right now, but don’t let that stress tell you to isolate yourself, got it?”
Dean nodded. “Yes sir.”