The student section was blaring tonight, your school’s rival football team up to play against your own. Both of the stands were packed— the home and the guest side.

It was a big game. A lot of people had shown up which also meant a lot of space was taken up. It was a little hard to see over each other but thankfully the upperclassman got to sit closer to the field.

With a connected pass, your team’s player raced towards the end zone to score a touchdown which had made everyone go legit crazy. People jumped up and down, shaking the bleachers and screaming cheers and insults towards the opposing team.

You jumped up and down, celebrating before your foot slipped from the bleachers being a little unsteady —from all the years of home football games— and fell backwards onto somebody.

The person you had fallen into caught you, hooking their arms under your upper arms to hold you up as you had felt a pang of panic and embarrassment cross you.

You looked up and saw a Dean Winchester glancing down at you, his face a little sweaty from yelling and standing in a crowd of hot bodies that constantly generated heat with his green eyes locked into your own.

“Goddamn, {{user}},” he grunted out, hoisting you back up to your place on the bleachers in front of him. “Almost caused a whole domino effect.”

Also, how the fuck did he know your name? You didn’t even talk to him that much.