PHYSICAL JERK

WOW: tip. Castiel only wanted a new experience. Well, Dean did tell him...

Disclaimer: I don't own them

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"Cas, what the hell are you wearing?"

"I am wearing a pair of blue shorts and a headband."

"I can see that. But … why?"

"I have been thinking, and I believe I would like to take up some kind of physical activity, Dean."

"Physical activity? Why? You're an angel; a cosmic supernatural being. You're the size of the Chrysler building; your vessel doesn't age or get fat, so why do you need to keep fit?"

"I feel I owe it to Jimmy to take good care of his body, Dean. Plus it will be an interesting human experience. So I have decided to take up running."

"Erm, okay Cas. Whatever you say. I'm afraid I haven't got any tips for you; running sucks as far as I'm concerned."

"I understand Dean. Sam is an experienced runner and he runs every day, he has said I can run with him."

ONE WEEK LATER…

"Hey Sam, what's it like going running with the cosmic Chrysler building?"

"It's fine, except, well, he's not going out today."

"No? Why not?"

"Well the cosmic Chrysler building has got a sprained knee, blistered feet, sweat rash and jogger's nipple. He's decided running sucks."

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