"What were those people doing back there?" asked Castiel, the usual puzzled look now across his face.
Dean turned his head back to see a group of people in the shade of a large tree. It was the first time Castiel had spoken to him since they'd left the motel to go on their outing/walk/date; Dean wasn't really sure what he should call their time together. All he knew was that he enjoyed it, even though he'd never admit it to another soul.
"Looks like yoga," answered the hunter, checking his cell to see if Sam had messaged him yet. He'd walked a few feet before he'd realized his companion was no longer next to him. A quick turn on his feet, and Dean saw the Angel, who had stopped and began watching the yoga class. "Cas you okay?" asked Dean.
"How does it work?" questioned Castiel, ignoring Dean's previous words.
Shrugging, Dean scratched the back of his head. "Ah, I don't know some type of spiritualistic mind and body crap. Probably something you'd like actually."
By the time Dean had made it back to the Impala he was alone. Sighing to himself, the hunter just turned the key in the ignition hoping that the roar of the engine would distract him from his thoughts. He couldn't understand why Cas had insisted on being around more, only to have him leave without so much as a goodbye.
The drive back to the motel was uneventful. Sam was researching, Cas was, well Dean didn't even know what Castiel was doing. Sheepishly the hunter pulled into the car park, and headed up the stairs. He'd planned to just veg out and watch TV, take a break and probably nap away the rest of the day.
Opening the door and walking inside, the keys barely hit the table before Dean's eyes narrowed in on an all too familiar trench coat that lay discarded on the floor in front of him. When he continued scanning the floor he caught sight of a pair of shoes; socks folded neatly inside them, followed by a suit jacket and blue tie. At first a part of Dean thought he must have fallen asleep in the car park and that this was all some erotic dream dug up by his subconscious, but that was soon quashed when the trail ended without so much as a shred of the all too familiar white business shirt and black slacks . And sure enough in front of him, still clothed, sat Castiel, or he could have been laying, Dean wasn't too sure which.
"Cas, what the Hell?" gawked Dean sounding dumbfounded.
It took a few seconds before the Angel replied. "I am seeking revelations Dean."
"I've seen you seek revelations before," said Dean, leaning to his side to get a better view of Castiel. "But this is the first time I've even seen you look like you've been mangled in a car wreck whilst in the process."
Castiel furrowed his brow as if the answer was simple and Dean should know. "I am doing yoga."
"Right," huffed Dean. "And since when do you do yoga?"
"Since ten minutes ago," replied Castiel.
Dean circled around the Angel, tilting his head to the side again. "That doesn't look like a pose you'd get from the novice handbook."
"I've been researching-" started Castiel only to be cut off by Dean.
"Wait, wait, wait," began Dean. "First of all you gotta stand up; you're making my back sore just looking at you, and let's not to mention the other bodily responses."
"I can't," replied Castiel.
"What?" asked Dean.
"I can't," repeated the Angel. "I'm stuck."
A moment of silence past before Dean's laughter filled the room. Castiel one of God's almighty Angel's was stuck in a yoga pose in the middle of the hunter's motel room.
"Dean," cut in Castiel.
"Sorry," mumbled the hunter biting his tongue to stop the laughing. A small clicking sound soon followed.
"What was that?" asked Castiel, unable to look up at the other man properly.
Quickly saving the image, Dean slid his cell back into his jacket pocket, that picture was sure to remain his wallpaper for a long time. "Nothing," replied the hunter. "Say Cas, can't you just I dunno Angel-port yourself?"
"That requires some degree of control, something which I am not capable of in my current circumstance," explained Castiel with just a hint of annoyance starting to lace his words.
Settling back down, Dean soon went back to serious mode. He knew he could have a proper laugh over the situation later now that he had a picture of it. "Okay," sighed Dean. "This isn't going to hurt you is it?"
"No," reassured Castiel as Dean fumbled around for a few seconds before freeing the Angel from his predicament.
"How'd you even get like that in the first place?" smirked Dean, now that Castiel was finally back on his feet.
"It was the first position I found during my search," replied the Angel.
Dean's eyes scanned the room, before he saw Sam's laptop open on his bed. A quick glance and Dean saw that Castiel had been researching yoga via Google. "Cas you realize this is a site for advanced yoga users only you dope," laughed Dean. "Next time why don't you try a nice beginner's position rather than the yogic sleep pose?" suggested Dean, reading the title of the position he'd caught Castiel in. Castiel simply furrowed his brow some more.
"I only did this because of you," scowled the Angel, obviously not happy with Dean's jokes.
Closing the laptop, Dean sat on the edge of the bed facing Castiel. "Sorry, what?"
"Yoga," replied Castiel. "I only attempted it after you suggested it to me."
"Really?" mumbled Dean, feeling like a complete dick now.
Castiel nodded. "Part of my duty is to learn, and the person I learn from is you Dean."
"Well maybe next time you should be a little more careful, I mean what if Sam-" began Dean.
"He won't be back for a while," cut in Castiel, taking a seat on the bed next to Dean. The hunter didn't shy away, even though the Angel was sitting close; a little too close. "I was careful."
Dean laughed. "Geez Cas, when you say it like that it almost sounds like you planned on me walking in on you." His laugh soon died when he saw the all knowing look in Castiel's eyes. "Jesus Christ, did you plan this?"
"Dean," warned Castiel.
"Sorry, sorry but come on seriously, you managed all this in ten minutes?" spat the hunter.
Castiel smiled. "To you it only seems like ten minutes have gone by, but to me much longer has past."
"Dude, I convinced an Angel to undress and do yoga for me," blurted Dean. "That's so, that's so..." stuttered the hunter. Castiel braced himself from the endless babble or rant that was sure to follow. "That's so kinky."
"Kinky?" mused Castiel, unsure of Dean's meaning.
"Yeah well come on Cas, you looked kinda hot," explained Dean, his mouth going dry as he swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Well I do enjoy learning from you Dean," smirked Castiel.
"Now that I know, I think it's time to take a more hands on approach," suggested the hunter.
"How so?" asked Castiel.
A sly grin now covered Dean's face. "Ever heard of poses for two? Cause I can think of at least of dozen different ways to bend that body of yours around."
Castiel's brow rose. "But you don't know anything about yoga Dean."
"Who said anything about yoga?" asked Dean, brushing his hand through the Angel's hair.
"Oh," replied Castiel, finally catching on.
"On indeed," smiled Dean, pushing Castiel down onto the bed.
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