Hey y'll, been long. I've been away a lot, since about three and half months ago I joined the United States Marine Corps. It's been really busy three months. A lot of training with my recruiter, my Sergeants, other Enlisted Marines and Graduates. I'm an Enlisted Marine now, just waiting to be shipped out in September so in about two months and a few days. Working hard everyday, bone tired. I'm going in as Active Duty. My MOS is Distribution/Traffic Management Specialist, the supply person you could say. MCRDPI, September 20150921. I will be gone for three months and a week at boot then graduate & return for a few days. I'll see you guys way later after that.. probably a year or half a year when I have access to internet again and have time to relax and write. Till then, I'll just write or just train as usual. No promises. Wish me luck.

Here's something I thought of.

Hope you like it~

Review please, about the plot not the errors.

"I think we should go running. Together. I know you'll like it." Sam brought his foot up to one of the coffee table's chair and started tying his shoelaces. It was 5:15 PM and he had about another fifteen minutes before he should be leaving for his evening run. This was always his second run, since he ran before noon, too, way early in the morning after 6:00 AM but today his run was cut short as he had to go around the construction that had just started around the park he ran at.

"Since when did I like running?" Dean did not look even a little bit interested, because his eyes were glued to something else. Something Sam had rarely seen Dean do. Read a book. Dean wasn't into that, he did not like doing paperwork, reading work, or computer work. What Dean would say is, 'These are all your nerd boy things so I'll leave them for you.' while he'd just sit there and clean the guns or watch TV.

Usually these things don't bother him, but this construction was in a place where for a long time there was no running around it. Until, there was a way around but by then he'd already ran more than three miles. It was too far, so Sam decided to not go around it. He'd turn around right at the beginning of the construction and go back towards where he came from. Pass his and Dean's condo, keep going until he reached the bridge at the end of the street where all the malls, small stores, and some of the best food places where at. From there he'd run back the three miles and then up and down their Condo's street where one side lead up the hill and then you could hike and the other ended at an open big road that was always somewhat busy.

They lived in a really good place and Sam intended to take full advantage of everything they had now because all their lives they had none of it or just didn't have time for any of it.

"Even better, how are you so sure that I'll like it?" That's when the Dean finally looked up. Dean must have not really been paying attention to what Sam was saying "Because I'm your brother." said Sam, getting a grin outta Dean at that.

"C'mon, I kept your sneakers from a few years ago. I think they still fit you. Try them on?" He pointed to the closet where he last put Dean's old sneakers that Dean had only worn three times on a hunt that happen to be a weird one. The spirit was only taking morning joggers in full running attire. Missing shoes? or sports bra? It won't take you. Seriously, it took Sam forever to figure out the pattern on that one.

"I have to.. " Oh right, Dean was trying to sound busy but Sam wasn't taking it. The younger Winchester went over to the closet himself after tying his shoes. He shuffled around in there and pulled out a few boxes of dress shoes till he reached the very back and pulled out the fairly new looking half white, half green box. Those were Dean's sneakers. He took the whole box over to the other side of the living room where Dean was sitting on a beanbag with a book on his lap.

Dean loved this corner of the living room just like he loved a certain corner of his own room. This side of the living room was raised above the floor about a floor. The wall behind him was completely covered with bookshelves & their research books sat there and some of Dean's shotguns hung over the top. The other wall where the sun peaked through was not even a wall. It was all glass. From top to all the way bottom and down to the right side the hall. Dean could look out at the other Houses, their pools, kids and dogs playing around then in the far left the hills and to the right of it just waters. It was amazing.

Their condo was sort of three and half stories high and the half was that sort of lifted part of the hall that let all of the sun it and the view. A whole wall of gun glass. Kept out most the uv rays, but if Dean laid there some days long enough he could get a tan even. It was a good day, he usually just sat up there reading his dad's journal or updating it or watching the hills, napping.

"Try them on?" He poked at his big brother's bicep, but Dean just mumbled something hunching even more into the book he was reading. Looked like some documentary Bobby had once given Sam on his Birthday. "C'mon man, we'll run to the lake."

Once Sam had mentioned 'Lake', he finally got Dean's full attention. The next second the book was down and Dean was looking through the box. "I don't think they'll fit me.." Sam grabbed one of the sneaker and looked inside for the size. "Nope. They will fit you. It's same size as your boots you wear." Handing the sneaker back to Dean.

He wondered why Sam was so up for making him run suddenly? Sam knew he did not like running. That was some girly stuff.. like Sam himself with his girly hair and bangs. Anyways, he'll do it he thought to himself. Like he's doing it for Sam, but he's actually doing it for the lake. He just really loves the lake. "I'm not wearing that stupid sweat jacket you wear or the freaking trash bag you once wore." Sam looked hideous.

"It was for rain.. People do that and no, you don't have to wear the jacket. Now lets go." The book was down, Dean was up and squeezing around in his sneakers. They felt nice and soft. Dean quickly went over to his room and put on a lose shirt that he could run and sweat in. He was wearing shorts anyways, so he didn't have to change completely.

"I'm out, lock the door." Sam stepped out of their Condo, stretching right in front of their place's door as it opened to the medium sized front yard and the the empty street. As he stretched, he wondered to himself when was the last time Dean actually ran not counting when they had to run on a hunt. Probably when they were still getting trained by their father who was ex-military.

They still hunt once in a while, easy gigs as they'd gotten word that there was other hunters now out there that were just a well as them and they wanted Sam and Dean to sort of.. back off for a while and let them take tare of it. They wanted fair and Dean, as the older brother, had no problem letting it go for a while. Sam remembered how Dean smirked then agreed to it & the second he turned around with Sam he said. "Lets see how long it takes these ones to run back begging." because hunters like these would appear and want game too and the Winchesters would give them, but then weeks in the new guys would back out realizing how serious this business was. That is wasn't for everyone.

"Dean, hurry up. I only got an hour of a perfect window where there's not much crowd outside and the weather is just perfect." Same did not like running in a crowded place as it'd just go as "Rude..", "Rude!", "Sorry!", "Sorry.. " "excuse me.." and Sam was a big guy, so if he accidentally slammed into someone he could probably put them in a coma.

"Yeah, yeah.. You hippie. I'm here, lets go." Dean locked the door and slipped the one key into his shorts, zipping the pocket. It was a small self made pocket for their hunting needs. Hide an extra bullet, FBI badge, y'never know.

TBC...

Review, I've written the next chapter and will post in few hours.

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~SayLo