Spotting
By Carol M
Summary: E/O Challenge…weight…the boys hit the gym
Word Count: 100
Spoilers: Nada
Disclaimer: Don't own them, just like to look at their muscles
Enjoy!
"This place's a meat market."
Sam laid down on the bench press and gripped the weight bar. "Dean, focus, I need you to spot me."
Dean's eyes followed a buff Brigitte Nielsen circa Rocky IV lookalike strutting past them. "Dude, she could full on kick our ass."
"Dean!"
"What?"
"Spot…now."
Dean positioned his hands so they shadowed the bar.
Sam lifted.
A girl in a pink leotard sauntered by, eyeing Dean.
Dean flexed. "You get your ticket to the gun show, baby?"
Sam struggled. "Dean…spot!"
Dean lifted the bar off Sam. "Sammy, you get your ticket?"
"I want a refund."
That's All Folks!