Dean woke up the next morning, stretching in the sun that snuck it's way past the curtains in his room. His back cracked and popped back into place feeling good and painful all at once. He sighed as he straightened up. Today was Monday and that meant the bar didn't open till late this evening so he had the majority of the day to get some stuff done. First and foremost thought he really needed to hit the gym. He patted the small gut on his stomache as if a remind that he hasn't been in a couple weeks. Slipping into his gym clothes he stretched a little in the living room before jumping in the car and cruzing to the local gym. The air inside smelled of stale air and a slightly musk. It smelled better than half the people looked like all sweaty, but at least that meant they were working hard to better themselves and that's all that really mattered. He hopped on one of the treadmills placing his wireless ear buds into each ear cranking the classic rock and roll play list as loud as he could take it. As the beginning rifts to Eye of the Tiger played out he nodded his head before beginning his jog. Slowly working up to his usual pace.
Cas couldn't believe he let his brother talk him into going to the gym. The last thing he really wanted to do was work out even though it would be good for him. Maybe he didn't have to run, maybe he's just do something else. He sighed heavily walking towards the treadmills. He didn't get very far though before he stopped dead in his tracks. Running steadily on the treadmill directly in front of him was his mysterious green-eyed man. Dean's tight green shirt clung to every inch of his torso, sweat droplets pooling around his neck. Cas smiled, weather Gabe was right or not he was going to do his best to make the Winchester go crazy.
Gas straightened up waltzing over in front of Dean flashing his brightest smile before slowly bending over stretching for a few of his favorite yoga poses. It might have helped that he knew how well he knew he looked in his tight blue shirt and shorts.
Dean lost his footing for a moment almost falling on the treadmill. Where the he'll did he come from? His blue eye angel had just appeared out of nowhere smiling at him before bending over backwards cortourting himself into some yoga poses. Damnit, why do my pants feel so much tighter? Dean suddenly found himself regretting the decision to wear a tight pair of running shorts. If it didn't leave anything to the imasgination before it sure as hell didn't leave anything now. Dean regained his pacepace and pushed on for a few more minutes before deciding to do something devious.
Cas was so preoccupied with trying so hard to be mischivious he didn't hear Dean stop the treadmill to come stand near him. At least not until the last moment when he was standing in arms reach. Cas glanced up from his stretches to see a gorgeous green eye man smiling back. Dean's shirt was drenched with sweat, his face a freckled pool of beauty. His eyes shone in the sun light. Lord this is the best workout I have ever had. Cas could feel his heartbeat quicken under that dark stare, and then Dean stretched. Arching his back moaning slightly, quietly under his breath. Cas heard him though, just barely over his heart racing in his ears. A shiver ran down his spine as he raked his eyes over Dean's body. Staring in the lower region for a few minutes to long. The way his running shorts clung to his thighs should have been illegal. Dean smiled up again, his muscles bunching around his arms as he began to stretch and bend himself. Cas felt his heart beat out of his chest. His bright blue eyes widening before he toppled to the ground literally swooning at the Winchester feet.