Gym Shorts: A Destiel Ficlet

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A series of footsteps outside grew steadily louder as Dean filled the Keurig with water and started the percolator. When the key scraped the lock, he pulled down a third mug from the cabinet. Sam trotted inside and came to a rest just inside the kitchen, running a hand through his hair and breathing heavily.

“Dude, don’t sweat all over the floor.”

Sam rolled his eyes and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. “So that new gym finally opened.”

“The one around the corner? Awesome, I thought they’d never finish construction.”

“Yeah,” Sam panted, “I went ahead and signed Jess and I up. You should too, it’s way cheap.”

Dean shrugged. “I might. It’s definitely closer than Lifetime.” He slapped Sam’s hand away as it reached for the pile of bacon he’d been shoveling onto a tray. “Shower first, then maybe I’ll let you eat in my kitchen. You stink.”

Sam flicked Dean sharply on the ear and trudged toward the stairs, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll see if the grump is awake.”

A series of grumbles and muffled curses followed the sharp knock at Castiel’s bedroom door. Dean felt the familiar flutter in his stomach at the sound of his best friend’s voice. He smiled to himself and went back to piling food onto three plates. By the time Castiel wandered into the kitchen, rumpled and bleary-eyed, Dean was on Sam’s laptop, Googling the new gym.

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