Sam was lacing his sneakers when Dean got out of the shower. His stretches and breathing routine that accompanied them annoyed his brother, but he was excited about his run. The smile on his face gave him away.
"What are you so cheerful about?" Dean scoffed as he finished buttoning his shirt.
"Well, you might not think much of exercise but I found someone who does." Sam was a bit smug to learn Dean was still in the dark.
Cas swung around the door frame. He was decked out in a pair of tight black running pants and a windbreaker, a brand new pair of running shoes in a bright blue hue rounded out the look.
The expression on Dean's face was shocked, but slowly it melted into a kind of appreciation. He recovered quickly and even giggled at the sight of the two of them ready to head out into the fall chill.
"This, really?" His nose wrinkled at the idea. "Cas, since when do you run anywhere?"
"Sam tells me it can help me keep a clear head."
Dean's skeptical gaze shifted to his brother but he shrugged it off.
"Have fun you two." He chuffed as he headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and booted up the laptop.
When they returned, Sam was sweaty and huffing; Cas was his usual composed self, if not sporting slightly wind-blown hair.
"So?" Dean asked, mug replaced by a strip of bacon.
"He did really well, kept pace, didn't complain, maybe next time we will push a bit farther out."
"Cas?" Dean asked.
"I was pleasantly surprised, but the wardrobe seems unnecessary." He tugged at his pants absently.
"You know, Cas, those clothes are actually designed to keep you dry when you sweat." Dean said.
"But, Dean, I don't sweat."
"Not yet anyways." Dean winked as he put down his breakfast and moved to unzip the horrid jacket the angel had chosen. The white t-shirt underneath put the hunter over the edge. Wrapping his fingers around the angel's wrist he pulled him towards the bedroom; leaving Sam to mumble something about taking a very long shower to block out the noise.