Chapter two

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Dean took a breath in and it was like feeling the nice day speed through his system, reminding him of how good this day was. Aside from not wanting to run in general his other excuse was not wanting to leave the living room & the nice sun. It wasn't hot, but it wasn't cold. The sun was out and light winds were blowing, cool wind because they lived really close to the river. Maybe a mile off?

He started to run, but Sam quickly grabbed him and pulled him back. "Hey!"

"Did you stretch?" He asked

"Stretch?" Dean repeated as if it was a term of some foreign language.

"Yeah, you know, like stretch your muscles before you run and exercise." The younger Winchester followed the statement by doing some calf raises and stretching his glutes.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Can we go already?" He looked annoyed, so Sam shook his head then shrugged it off, Sort of holding up his palms as he walked backwards away from Dean. As if saying, don't say I didn't tell you so.

With a shake of his head, he followed Sam. Sam knew their neighborhood better than he did. He'd admit it, he loved their Condo way too much and didn't fancy leaving it much. He loved that leveled living room & the comfiest couches in front of the TV.

Their TV was 52 inches & Sam had gotten him a PS3 that they'd connected to the TV. Sam got him a few first person shooter games too with Some zombie games, which Sam knew Dean really loved because of the zombies. Switch over from cable HDMI 1 to 2 and you have your Gaming console. Amazing! He'd never understand how, only Sam knew these things. He wasn't so hyped about technology either.

What felt like miles, were only a few minutes of just half a mile of jogging. Dean was already tired. One foot after the other, left, right, left, right. "You good?" He asked.

Sam turned to give Dean a look filled with questions. Why was Dean asking him that? Was he running weird, did something look off? Then he realized.

Right, you yourself feel like shit & know are no good so you ask the other how they're doing so you can either relate or try to bash them.

"Amazing, you on the other hand look like a dying fish."

Of course, Sam left no space for that and cane back with a quick response which happen to be the truth. Dean did look horrible. He was breathing wrong, for once and he was running all over the place like when you're so tired you can't control your limbs.

Left, right, left, right..

"Thanks.. Genius.." Thickly swallowing he brought his head back up and breathed out following with a sharp inhale. Then again. Man it sucked to be running.

"We got another mile to the lake, keep up." Sam took off for a few seconds after ordering Dean to keep up then slowed back down when he noticed his brother really couldn't. He was drained in just half a mile.

Guess it was time to stop, drink water and go again another half mile then repeat. He himself didn't ever have to stop before five miles were up, occasionally for water but usually he'd swallow a few gulps while running. Not recommended as it could go into the wrong pipe, but he was used to it. For Dean, it was a first time in a long time so they'd have to stop quite often.

"Lets stop at that pole." It was only another 500 feet maybe. Dean thought he could make it, but he was disappointed when his body just stopped to just a walk before even reaching the pole. Maybe another three steps and he'd be there.

"Here, drink. Slowly." He gave Dean his water bottle and stopped Dean from trying to sit on the curb. "No, it'll just make it harder to run again. Keep moving slowly." Sam jogged in place as Dean took a few deep breathes and swallowed some more water.

"Why are we running so fast? I don't want to run anymore.." Sam was actually going really really fast, but it was just so they could cool down later to just a normal slow run. "It was for warm up. Now we can slowly run." He shared the bottle of water with Dean today because he forgot to grab one for Dean when they were leaving. They started jogging then turned into a slow run.

Left, right, left, right..

Then they'd gone another half a mile. He could feel the lake if not see it. As if you were driving to the beach, the beach is far but the closer you get the colder it gets and the smell of the air changes. He doesn't know about Sam, but he could always tell when they were close to a large body of water. A young Sam really loved play time, so any city their dad took them to Dean would first go check out all the cool places and ask around if there was a water area around.

"Remember.. In clonesville.. that water park that.. connected to the lake.." He could only say a few words before needing to breath again. Sam looked so calm with his running, his breathing wasn't even all over the place like his own was. "Yeah, you took me there every other day during summer when we were in that town for two weeks with.. dad."

The older Winchester wondered why there was a pause before their father was mentioned. He didn't question it though. Sam wasn't very fond of him, Dean knew, but still? It's been too long to hold on to that.

"I miss him." Sam went on. "I wish he was here, living peacefully with us. No hunting, just living for a while." His head lowered a bit, breathing out then he looked back up and went around the side walk where an older lady was coming down on her walker. Dean frowned, "I miss him too." He replied, I guess now he knew why Sam paused before.

"But I don't see him.. settling down. He'll go nuts. You know dad.. He's garr'.. move around." It was really hard to run and talk he realized. Same seemed to be used to it, of course, running twice a day.

Left, right, left, right..

"How much more.. ?" He really couldn't run anymore. This sucked, the outside was nice but he rather walk or lightly jog. Not run. "Just another three quarters Dean. Stay close & keep moving. It'll get easier." Sam's girly hair flew all over the place and Dean glared at the back of his head. How is running suppose to get easier?

Dean whined internally, moving behind Sam. Trying to figure out if you're suppose to breath through your nose and out your mouth or in through your mouth and out your nose?

The running then turned into a fast jog then what felt like forever it went back to fast run, since this was the area where there were usually no people. It was the street behind the building that was sort of empty. One side of the street was the back of the building and the other a fence. Behind the fence was woods and past the woods you came out to the quiet secret end of the lake, but they weren't going there today. They were going to the more open end of the lake where there was nothing but lake, streets, cars, and some people towards the right that'd come down from their Apartments. It was a really big body of water and went on forever.

Left, right, left, right..

"I'm.. Tired.. Sam.." He was heaving by now. Legs moving weirdly under him. His legs hurt so much, he was sweating so grossly and wet under the arms and back down his shirt. "We're almost there, another quarter of a mile Dean. Don't stop."

Sam almost worried about Dean not being able to run even though they both had been equally trained by their father. But that was years ago, they were a lot younger and could perform a lot better. Also, Sam had picked up running from then but Dean only did it for their dad not otherwise. He didn't run everyday like Dean did, he only ran on a hunt when they had to and then Dean seem to have no problem running for his life which just proves Dean's being lazy right now.

Then they were there, running on the slightly wet ground next to the lake. Feet digging into the dirt just barely. Not ruining their shoes, but you could tell the dirt was wet. There was no more sidewalk, just dirt. At night the lake would rise, Dean never understood why? The clouds would come down and maybe do that cycle thing and make rain like he learned in 7th grade science class? Maybe.

It looked beautiful, water sloshing against itself. Small rocks disappearing and appearing over the water as it moved over it. The sun was still up, it felt nice and since it was summer the sun stayed up longer. Forgetting about how tired he was, he just took in the ice cold air, calming sloshing noises of the water moving to the opposite direction they were running. He could sleep to the sound of water, rain, wind and thunder. He'd never admit it to Sam, but sometimes he'd get the White Noises app on Sam's iPod and fall asleep to the sound of rain some nights.

They both ran against the wind. Sam ahead, him behind.

Left, right, left, CRACK!

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TBC...

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