It was getting dark as Dean and his brother, Sam, ducked under the large windows of the old town hall. The Latin American music was muffled but a melody could still be made out.
"I think it's after one of them in there." Sam whispered to his brother.
"Yeah. What is this class anyway?" Dean looked around the road outside the building. The coast was clear.
The two boys began to make their way towards the entrance.
"The flyer says Zumba." Sam glanced back at Dean. He held the bright pink paper up to show the elder.
"Zumba? What the hell?" He raised an eyebrow.
Sam shrugged, "Some sort of keep fit thing."
Dean placed his hands on the window sill and peaked his head over the edge to see in the window. His green eyes widened for a second before a crooked grin found it's place on his lips.
"Dean?" Sam asked. "What is it?"
The elder Winchester didn't take his eyes away from the scene inside as he answered, "Oh, Sammy. I think I like Zumba."
Sam frowned and rose slightly away from the ground to see in.
A large group of women all were moving, synchronized with the beat, with their backs to the Winchester boys. They all bend forward, touching their hands to the floor, stretching their legs. Dean's smile widened as the women swayed their raised their yoga pant clad butts in time with the music. The exercising women stretched up before falling into an easy squat. Dean bit his lip and smiled.
Sam peered across at his brother and sighed. He stretched across and pulled the arm of the faded leather jacket. Dean pulled back slightly but didn't fully stop Sam pulling him from the window.
"Ah, Sammy. You go ahead… I'll keep an eye out on the front." Dean's attention was already falling back towards the windows.
Sam groaned and pulled his brother along with him and away from the women. Dean groaned and Sam smirked.