“You’ve really got a bone to pick with him, huh?” He can feel that venom dripping from the tone of Castiel’s voice. Lengthens his stride as the treadmill speeds up. “Sounds like a crush to me.”

Sam frowns heavily, making a mental note to kick Dean’s ass later. “Don’t apologise. It’s not your fault. Look, don’t feel pressured to work this case. Get some rest, and I’ll make sure Dean does it himself. It isn’t fair that he’s passed the book.”

“Glad you could come and talk to me. You know you can do that anytime, right?” He jogs steadily now, feet thumping on the treadmill belt. A few more minutes and he’ll call it quits. A cold shower sounds promising.

He smiles at him, reaching up to push the hair out of his face. “Thank you. I’ll make sure to come to you.” He slows the treadmill down so he can cool off with a lazy walk. “I’ve been training my stamina. Helps out with hunts.”

Sam drinks his water, gulping down the cool taste, feeling rejuvenated. “You say such nice things!” He replies without any malice, turning off the machine as he reaches for the towel. “I tend to read when I can’t sleep, but lately, exercising helps to relax the mind.”

He wipes his chest with the towel, draping it over his shoulders as he lets his hair down. “It’s cathartic. I don’t know how else to explain it. I’m gonna jump in the shower, do you need anything before I go?”

“Hey. If you wanna keep chatting, you can always sit in the same room. I don’t mind.” He doesn’t like how rejected Cas sounds. “And a couple of beers sounds great afterwards!”

Sam likes the company, is used to being in close quarters because he and Dean practically lived out of each other’s pockets. Leads him to the bathroom, and busies himself with turning the water on and puts his towel on the heated rail to be warming.

Sam strips out of the jogging pants and his boxers, folds them neatly on the bench closest to his shower, and steps under the cool spray. The water beating down on his heated skin is soothing, and he stands with his hands on the tiles before him. “You wanna watch a movie?”

Sam chuckles and grabs the soap from the tray. “That’s fine. Do you like documentaries?” Fiddles the water to warm and begins to scrub himself clean.

“No horses, I promise. What about space, is that okay?” Sam absolutely does not drop the soap. That’s Dean’s territory, thank you. He won’t stoop to his brother’s level.

“Depends on what happens, I suppose.” He sets the soap back down and reaches for the shampoo. “You’re starting to sound like Dean, dude.”

“You, being interested in sex all of a sudden. He’s introduced you to his porn collection, hasn’t he?” He half turns to look at Cas, hazel eyes inquisitive. Sets to work on detangling his hair.

He hums noncommittal and turns back to condition his hair. “While he’s present, or alone?” Porn isn’t really his thing, but he supposes he could be encouraged into watching some if in the right company.

Sam shakes his head softly, biting down a grin. There’s mirth in his voice when he speaks. “So he hasn’t gotten you into that cartoon porn?” He can just hear Dean’s protest. /Dude, anime! It’s an art form!/

“He’s very keen on telling me that there’s different themes, but I think he’s obsessed with tentacles.” He shrugs a shoulder and leans under the spray, fingers combing through his hair. “I prefer a good book.”

“When have you seen Dean voluntarily read something that, A, doesn’t have pictures, and, B, isn’t related to a case?” He shuts off the water and turns around, wringing out the ends of his hair before he grabs the towel.

“Dean’s Just Dean, I guess. There’s nobody else like him.” He grins, rubbing the towel vigorously on his chest. “Sure, he taught me nearly everything I know, hell, he raised me, but that doesn’t mean we have the same interests.”

“I like yoga and meditation. I watch true crime documentaries. Other than that, I don’t know really. It’s not like I have that much free time for hobbies.”

Sweating in the car. What’s the cause?