Supernatural Oneshots (take 2)

Working out -Destiel

Cas has been working out a lot recently. Since he's become human, he needs to to stay in shape for hunting. His favorite thing to do, though, is to go on runs. Dean never runs with him, he refuses, he only lifts with him, but Cas wants him to run today.

"C'mon Dean, it won't be that bad." Cas says from the bathroom. When he walks out, he's wearing a blue Nike shirt that is very tight and some black running shorts that are very short. Dean sighs and looks at Cas' appearance. If he gets to see that, maybe running is worth it.

"Fine." Dean groans, going into the bathroom and changing as well. He comes out with a black t-shirt and some grey sweatpants. It's not too warm since it's so early in the morning, so sweatpants should be fine.

Cas smiles and the two walk out of the bunker, getting into the impala. "Where we going?" Dean asks, starting the car.

Cas directs him to where he needs to go as the two listen to music on the way. When they arrive, Dean sighs, "really? A track? We couldn't just go running somewhere where there's stuff to see?" Dean asks, but Cas is already getting out of the car.

When the two make it down to the track, Cas stretches his legs, Dean just staring at him as he does. He's gotten into really good shape and Dean loves it.

"You gotta stretch, Dean. You'll pull something if you don't." Cas says, sitting on the ground and touching his toes. Dean does the same, looking around him. There aren't many people there, so it should be fine, right?

When the two finish stretching, Dean's already sweaty. He shouldn't have worn sweats.

The first lap around the track, Dean kept up with Cas' pace. He was doing alright until midway through the second. Dean fell behind, winded, and Cas turned around, jogging backwards. "C'mon, you're fine. We've only run half a mile." Cas says, not winded at all.

Dean looks at the ground and picks up his pace, staying with Cas for a few minutes. The third lap came around and Dean started to walk, hands over his head. "It's fine, I'll catch up." He pants out, seeing Cas nod and speed up. He watches Cas as he runs and he's mesmerized. He looks amazing.

When Cas makes a full lap and makes it back to Dean, who's still walking, he says "run and there will be a reward."

Dean starts to run again, wondering what the reward will be. "Burgers?" He asks.

"Better!" Cas says, running at a full sprint now.

Finally, the two have gone 1.5 miles, or 6 laps, and Cas says they're done. Dean nods, sitting down on the ground, still winded.

Cas stretches and wipes some sweat off his forehead with his shirt. Dean loses his breath more as he sees Cas' abs shining with sweat.

Dean lays down, facing the sky and shuts his eyes. The track is cold on his extremely hot body.

"Dean." Cas says and Dean holds up a hand telling him to wait a minute. Dean hears Cas sigh, but then feels weight on his hips. He opens his eyes and there Cas is, straddling his body.

"What're you doing?" Dean asks, blushing furiously.

"I told you that there'd be a reward. Did I not?" Cas asks, moving his hips against Dean's. Dean nods and grabs Cas' hips, guiding them to keep them moving.

"We should go back to the bunker. We are in public." Cas says, leaning down and pressing his lips to Dean's cheek softly. He stands up and jogs back to the impala. Dean sits up and watches Cas run away, noticing the boner that's super obvious in his sweats. He blushes and looks around seeing that nobody's paying him any attention.