DEAN HUFFED AS he stumbled over people in the loud, dark stadium as he followed Sam to their seats. "I don't understand why we have to be here," he grumbled.

    Sam snorted. "Dean, you and I both agreed that Jack should get the chance to live a normal kid life. You didn't want to put him in school so I thought sports would be the next best thing. Plus, you knew this tournament was coming up for months now, and we promised Jack we'd be here." He took a seat in a row with two empty chairs in the middle.

    Dean crossed his arms as he plopped into the uncomfortable chair. "Yeah. Sports," he spat. "Real sports." He thrust a hand toward the field. "I don't even know what kinda sport this is. If you can even call it that."

    "Kitora," Sam said, plainly. "And Jack loves it. It's all he talks about."

    "Well..." Dean threw his hands in the air flustered. "What's the point of it?"

    Sam gestured down to the high wooden platform in the center of the arena. "You see that platform? Jack and two other contestants will began there. When the game starts, a ball is released into the arena. It's animatronic. Every time you get near the ball, it rolls away. That's why it's super hard to catch. Once it's captured, the ball turns the color of the contestants uniform indicating it's their ball. Once a player has thrown the ball onto the wooden platform successfully three times, they win."

    Dean stared at him with a dumfounded expression. "This sounds like a stupid game."

    Sam raised a brow as he grinned. "The winner gets ten thousand dollars."

    Dean's eyes lit up as he jumped to his feet and shouted. "Go, Jack!"

    Sam rolled his eyes as the few remaining lights over the stadium went out. He yanked on the hem of Dean's leather jacket pulling him to his seat. "Sit down! It's starting."

    "Ladies and Gentlemen!" a loud deep voice announced. "Welcome to the final tournament of Kitora where one lucky winner will be rewarded ten thousand dollars. Give it up for your contestants!"    

    The crowd roared wildly as a spotlight lit up an open door to the stadium. Jack stood in the middle with another boy to his right and a girl to his left, all three waving to the crowd. A metal platform extended, drawing the players closer to the wooden tower in the center of the field.

    Once all three had stepped across to the wooden platform, the metal one retracted and the announcer came over the speakers again. "Please welcome our first contestant, Jason Silvers!"

    The nineteen-year-old boy gave a wide, perfect smile to the crowd as he raised both hands and clasped them together shaking them victoriously. The crowd screamed louder as he was announced.

    "Our next contestant, though small she is fierce, Callie Owens!"

    The girl pumped a fist into the air as the crowd continued their shouts, her red ponytail falling over her purple uniform.

    "And last, but certainly not least, because who could forget our rising star? Jack Kline!"

    Jack gave a simple wave to the crowd along with a smile and the crowd's cheering grew.

    Sam jumped to his feet, Dean beside him, and shouted cheers for their young Nephilim friend.

    Beams of light circled the bottom ring of the arena, lighting up the grass for the players. "This is a clean game," the announce spoke once more. "Any act of violence will not be tolerated and will result in automatic ejection. Players, get ready!"

    Jack and the other two players ready themselves in a sprinting maneuver. A loud horn came over the speakers, and a giant number three appeared on the screen overhead in the center of the arena counting down. When the three turned into a zero, the horn stopped as a hatch opened in the field and a silver ball sprang into the air.

    The contestants took off in a dash toward the ball, sliding down the railings of the two ladders on the sides of the platform. The announcer was right. Callie may have been short, but she was very fast and reached the ball first. She dove towards it, sliding on her stomach across the ground, only for it to roll out of reach and down the field.

    "Run, Jack, run!" Dean shouted, his hands cupped around his mouth.

    Jack suddenly stopped in the middle of his sprint and allowed Jason and Callie to continue running after the ball.

    Dean ran his right hand through his short hair and gripped the bar in front of him with his left. "What is he doing? Is he trying to lose?"

    Sam crossed his arms as he smirked. "I thought you weren't into this game?"

    Dean thrust his hands forward. "That's before you told me how much money we'd win!"

    Turning his attention back towards the game, Sam watched as Jason reached down and touched the ball. Only this time, the ball sprang forward, leaping over Jason and Callie's head flying in the air towards where Jack was standing.

    Jack braced himself as the ball slammed into his torso. The ball turned gold matching his uniform indicating that the ball was his. He turned around and quickly sprinted towards the wooden platform. He reached it before the others arrived, climbed six steps up the ladder, and threw the ball the rest of the way onto the platform—the ball floated in the center.

    The crowd broke out in a loud cheer as a number one flashed up on all four sides of the screen beside Jack's name and picture.

    The ball changed back to its silver color and leaped down into the field to be caught once more.

    An hour went by as the game progressed. Dean sat on the edge causing Sam to chuckle under his breath. Up on screen, the game was all tied. Each player had two points. Whoever scored the next point got the cash. That had to be Jack! They had to have that money.

    Down below on the field, Callie grabbed the final ball. It turned purple and rested in the crevasse of her arm as she sprinted toward the platform.

    Dean jumped to his feet and gripped the bar as he leaned forward and shouted, "Grab it, Jack!"

    Jason smacked the metal ball from Callie's arms changing the color to red. Unexpectedly, Callie tripped and rolled into a somersault.

    "Hey!" Sam shouted, his hands tightening into fists. "Did you see that? Jason just tripped her."

    Dean squinted down at the field. "How can you be sure? I can't see the details that far down, and they're playing on an unprepared field. There's rocks and everything down there."

    "Because I saw it whether you did or not," Sam argued.

    "Well, whoever's refereeing this thing clearly didn't either," Dean replied.

    Jack reached out to the side to grab the ball, but Jason rammed into Jack's shoulder, shoving him away. Jack stumbled, but caught his bearings as he didn't back down. Bending his knees, Jack leapt forward. Jason ducked, but Jack smacked the ball from Jason's hands. Rolling on the ground before jumping to his feet, the ball turned gold as Jack picked it up in his arms.

    "Yes!" Dean shouted pumping his fists in the air.

    Jack quickly took off toward the platform, the ball tight in his grasp. Jason was hot on his heels while Callie was catching up quickly. Jack reached the platform, and with his free hand, began climbing the ladder. He was one step away from being able to throw the ball onto the platform when Jason gripped his ankle.

    "Hey!" Dean shouted.

    Jack kicked at Jason trying to free himself as he held onto the ball with one hand and the ladder with the other. The crowd gasped as they watched below.

    "Where's the announcer?" Sam asked, gripping the metal bar in front of him. "Why isn't he stopping this?"

    "Why doesn't he just use his powers to throw the ball up there?" Dean asked.

    "Dean, that would be cheating," Sam argued. "And Jack promised me at the very beginning that he'd play as a human."

    "Who cares about cheating?" Dean threw a hand towards the field. "Jason obviously doesn't!"

    Another gasp erupted through the sea of thousands of people as Jack lost his footing on the ladder from Jason tugging on his ankle.

    Sam stood to his feet as Jack, using one final thrust, shot the ball upward towards the platform just before he tumbled to the ground, smacking the grass below with a thud.

    For a brief moment, the stadium went silent. Maybe everyone was shocked at what had just happened. Did anyone know why the announcer wasn't coming back over the speakers to eject Jason Silvers? Crickets filled the stadium as Sam eyed the ball flying through the air, its golden color shining in the spotlight. All of a sudden, gold confetti shot up from the platform as the number three danced on the screens once more beside Jack's name and picture.

    The crowd burst into roars as victory music began to play and the announcer came over the speakers. "Ladies and Gentlemen... Your winner, Jack Kline!" Somehow, the crowd grew louder then before.

    Sam and Dean shouted from the thirty-seventh floor as they watched the big screen above. Glancing down at the field, Sam's heart started racing against his ribcage. He griped Dean's jacket by the sleeve to get his attention. "Dean..."

    "What?" Dean turned to look where Sam was gazing.    

    On the field, two people placed an unconscious Jack on a stretcher and swiftly carried him through a set of metal doors. The crowd still cheered around them. Had no one noticed that Jack was injured?

    "Is he hurt?" Dean asked, puzzled. "I didn't think Jack could get hurt."

    Sam quickly raced out of the stadium, Dean following close behind, to find where they had taken Jack.