"Guards with A to M surnames, go with Balthazar to the tracks! The rest of you, stay in the courtyard with Sam and I!" Uriel ordered, barking out commands left and right. "Gabriel!" he suddenly shouted and the golden haired man froze, along with Raphael. He had been trying to sneak into Sam's group to get a first crack at the young trainer but Uriel had eyes like a hawk. He spotted Gabriel from a mile away. "Last time I checked, Ingram started with an I, not a M!" he yelled and pointed to the mixed group of prison guards and inmates who were gathered behind Balthazar.
Gabriel groaned but dragged Raphael to the other group quickly, mumbling something inaudible to himself. "You shouldn't have run off like that. You knew you were going to get caught." Castiel told his brother disapprovingly but Gabriel just grinned. "For someone that fine? I'd get caught a thousand times trying to get over there." he joked cheekily. "I'm gonna say this once more," Dean growled with narrowed eyes. "Stay. Away. From. Sam, you bastard." Fed up with their quarrelling, Cas decided to step up as the adult. "Both of you, stop acting like children. Dean, you have a right to be angry but you do know that Gabriel is only joking, right?" he said sharply. Gabriel smirked and was about to reply when Balthazar began speaking. "Now that everyone is here, I'd like to begin the training. We'll be starting off with fifteen laps around this track. I will be timing you." he explained to everyone confidently, before leading everyone to the tracks.
Upon noticing how all the other guards were doing some quick warm ups and tying their laces up tightly, Castiel turned to Dean. "I believe the others are treating this exercise as a race." he told the green eyed man. "Yeah I know. So what do you say, do you wanna try and beat them?" Dean asked him, grinning. "Well I suppose that would be interesting to try." Castiel answered with deceptive calmness but the excited shine in his eyes gave it away.
Walking up to the start of the track, Cas quickly found a spot for them and practically dragged Dean towards it. Chuckling, Dean let himself get pulled to that spot. Castiel was surprisingly strong, but it was probably necessary to be strong in order to be a prison guard. Charlie and Pete made their way over to Cas and Dean, choosing the spot next to theirs. "Hey Cas!" the redhead greeted cheerfully. "Hello Charlie. Are you ready?" Castiel replied and Charlie grinned. "Ready to kick your ass? Yeah I am!" she answered, clearly pumped up about the exercise. "It's not a race." Cas reminded her at the same time Dean said: "We'll see about that." Charlie laughed. "I like this one. He's feisty. Keep him." she told Castiel, who turned red immediately. Laughing at Charlie's brash sense of humour and Castiel's embarrassment, Dean did a quick stretch before settling in a standard runner's stance. Copying his movements, Cas settled down next to him. "We're gonna have to work together and keep at the same pace since you've basically got me by the leash." Dean told him and Castiel nodded determinedly.
"On your marks." Cas could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears, adrenaline building up inside of him. "Get set." Dean could feel Castiel gripping the handcuffs a little tighter. "Go!" Balthazar yelled and everyone took off running. Castiel was sprinting ahead and Dean was a little behind, his cuffs restraining him from any arm movements. "Slow it Cas!" he called out and almost immediately, Castiel slowed down so he was running beside Dean again. "Cuffs giving you problems?" Cas managed to ask. Dean nodded and felt the handcuffs being loosened a little bit. He should've been able to run faster but he saw how almost all the other pairs were ahead of them and he just couldn't get it in him to move any quicker.
"Dean. Pretend you're escaping and I'm chasing you." Castiel told him and suddenly Dean was back in that dim hallway again, running towards that exit, towards his freedom. This was like his second chance for it. He started speeding up and Castiel, also in that sense of déjà vu, chased after him determinedly. He pretended that his whole job was on the line if he didn't catch this prisoner. Dean bounded ahead, quickly passing Charlie, who was unfortunately partnered with Pete, who had no lower body strength. "Come on! Hurry!" she was yelling at Pete, who had stopped to catch his breath. Castiel gave them a quick wave as he ran past them. Man, that felt good.
Dean felt as if he haas never run so fast in his life. The wind was cooling him off, and alleviating the stings he got when the gravel flew up around him. He didn't stop once to look up back as he swiftly passed one, two, five, ten pairs. Castiel followed Dean closely, weaving past their latest target: prison guard Garth who had somehow wrapped his own wrist around Bela's handcuffs. He laughed out loud as he ran, feet pounding against the ground, sending gravel flying up everywhere.
Soon enough, on their last lap, they caught up to the pair who had been reigning their position at first for fourteen laps. It was no one other than Gabriel and Raphael. Rapahel, or 'Gorilla Fists' as the inmates as well as some guards referred to him as, was basically dragging a poor Gabriel behind him. Gabriel was obviously tired, but he didn't open his mouth up once to gasp since there was dirt exploding upwards every two seconds. Smirking, Dean put on a final burst of speed and blurred past them, making sure to kick up an extra shower of gravel in Gabriel's direction, leaving them in the dust, literally. He heard Gabriel scream out a profanity and smiled to himself, pleased. That'll teach him for trying to make a move on Sam. Castiel, only a millisecond behind Dean, stifled a grin as he saw his brother and Raphael get sprayed with dirt, dust, and crushed rock.
As soon as Dean and Cas shot through the finishing line, the adrenaline and energy that had boosted them vanished. The two of them collapsed on a nearby bench, panting and gasping in gulps of oxygen. As soon as they were breathing normally again, two other pairs had finished and were either on benches or the grass, adjusting their breathing rates. Dean gave Castiel a grin, exhausted and was a little surprised when Castiel returned it. But this moment was short lived as a furious Gabriel stomped over to them, bits of gravel in his hair and muck on his face. "YOU!" he yelled, pointing an accusing finger at Dean. "What the hell was that for?" Castiel's brother exclaimed, livid. "What was what for?" Dean asked sweetly, playing innocent. "That freaking mud facial you gave me! No offence, but I prefer it to be done by spa professionals!" he screeched, trying to wipe some of the mud off. "No fighting!" Balthazar shouted from the other side of the field. "I'll get you back for this!" Gabriel warned Dean, and walked backwards to the other bench for dramatic effect.
Chuckling, Castiel turned to Dean. "Was it really necessary to bathe my brother in gravel?" he asked jokingly. "Hey, he wants to get to Sam, then he's gotta go through me." Dean replied, holding his arms up in mock defence.
