Aren't You A Pretty Thing?

Chapter 2

Dean walks out onto the field. It's empty as expected but he prefers it that way. He takes a seat in the grass and stretches out his legs.

Inhale. 

A slight burn can be felt in the back of his thighs as he walks his hands down the length of his right leg, he pushes deeper and the burn grows in intensity. 

Exhale.

He straightens and repeats the stretch with his opposite leg. He holds longer than necessary, breathing in the scent of the grass and listening to the wind blow in the distant trees. A good stretch helps Deans muddled thoughts become clear. One thing he avidly keeps secret is his love for yoga. If anyone found out he'd become a laughing stock because apparently downward dog isn't very manly. Dean stands up and gets into the tree stance. Holding as he focuses on his breathing. He started doing yoga when he was just a kid. He can't really remember it all to clearly but he knows that he used to do it with his mom... before the incident. He can remember bits and pieces of her smiling down at him as he did some pose wrong or laughing whenever he'd lose his balance. He also remembers her guiding him and teaching him the right way to do a particularly challenging pose. After she died yoga made him feel closer to her, like a security blanket of sorts.

Something clatters behind him and he immediately turns around, nearly falling over. There's nothing but empty bleachers. He breathes hard, still scanning the area, paranoia taking over. Running a hand through his hair he turns, deciding it'd be best to just sit and wait. 

10 minutes later the coach arrives and shortly after, the rest of the team. Practice is grueling but no one complains. After being the losing team for 5 years and basically the joke of high school football they're hoping to make a comeback, especially now that they have Dean. After practice they all congregate in the locker room, talking shit and horsing around. Dean puts his gear into his duffel, hair still wet from showering off. "Where's Gabriel?" Dean asks no one in particular.

"Jail!" Gordon shouts from the showers. "Someone called the cops during the fight and shortly after you left they showed up!"

"God dammit Gabe." Dean mutters under his breath and jerks the zipper up on his duffel. He walks over to Gordon and leans against the shower stall, folding his arms. "How long are they holding him?"

"About a week." He sticks his head under the water, washing the soap out of his hair. "His parents refuse to pay bail because this isn't his first time getting arrested for fighting. Gabe's a great guy but he has a short fuse, especially whenever he's intoxicated." Dean snorts and Gordon looks at him sideways. "Whats so funny?"

"Intoxicated." Dean repeats in a mildly mocking tone.

"Yes, Intoxicated. I actually use some big words unlike you other neanderthals." Gordon is one of the more level headed guys on the team. One thing he doesn't do is spread bullshit and that's something Dean could easily tell just by talking to him on his first day.

"Neander-what?" Benny walks over holding a towel around his waist and scratches his head.

"Exhibit A." Gordon splashes some water at Benny.

"Hey!" Benny swats at him over the stall. "You wanna go!?"

"No I certainly do not." Gordon says matter of factly and turns off the shower, "Hand me a towel will you, Dean?"

Dean reaches behind him but Benny dives over first and takes every towel left. 

"Benny, no! Benny!" A note of warning is in Gordons voice.

"Oh come on," Benny taunts as he backs away. "Just like initiation."

 "Benny I swear to God-"

"Come on Ben, save it for Monday." Dean chimes in.