Snippet #1816126

"Come on, just one more!"

Dean growled as he struggled with the weight. He gritted his teeth and pushed with everything he had to get the weight bar back on the bench press resting bar. Dean sat up on the bench, dripping with sweat. He spun the Philadelphia Phillies baseball cap backwards before hanging his head in exhaustion. After a couple long, deep breathes Dean looked up at the clock.

"5:45.... Christ I need a life."

He groaned to himself. Dean was always an early bird. When he was a kid he used to get up every morning, school or not, around 3 just to watch early morning cartoons. Now as an adult he tended to wake up around 4:30, 5 so he could squeeze in a work out before he got his day started. He hadn't got much sleep last night. He'd spent most of it tossing and turning so he went to the gym almost as soon as he'd woke up. He'd been here for the last hour and some change and he was more than spent. The apartment building had a fully stocked gym and fitness center on the first floor. With his iphone still blasting AC/DC through his headphones Dean took the elevator to his floor. Once in his room he set a pot of coffee to brew for while he'd be in the shower and grabbed a blueberry bagel. He went to his room munching on the bedroom after grabbing a towel for his shower. A habit Dean had always had was that he liked to lay out the clothes he'd be wearing that day on the bed before he got dressed. Kind of an odd quirk Dean knew but it was a habit of his since he was a kid and never took the time nor cared enough to change it. This morning however it paid off. Dean never had taken the time yesterday to put away his clothes so they were all still in his bag. When he grabbed the bag it was damp and smelled like booze.

"What the... What the hell?"

Dean asked aloud in blatant annoyance. He lifted the bag off the floor and heard a clinking sound. He looked and saw the empty, open bottle of Vodka Knatilee had given him last night. Dean dropped his soggy bag on the floor with a groan. He must have tossed the bottle on his bag and not realized he hadn't closed it all the way. Now all of his clothes were wet and smelled like the jersey shore with less tanning lotion.

"Guess it's laundry day now."

Dean grumbled with a sigh as he grabbed a clothes hamper and tossed the contents of his bag into the basket. He tucked the basket under one arm and headed out the door. As he got in the elevator there was a stunning blonde standing there. Apparently going jogging judging by the look of her attire. As soon as Dean stepped into the elevator he was painfully aware he was still wearing his work out clothes. Pretty straightforward stuff actually but they always did a wonders when concerning women. The girl eyed Dean like a hungry lioness. When Dean looked at her she giggled stupidly which caused Winchester's eyebrow to arch. Normally Dean would be all over this, busty, dumb blonde who would probably be up for nothing less than a wild romp but something was different this morning and he found himself put off by the women. He just smiled politely and didn't say a word until he reached the ground floor and stepped out. He walked towards the laundry room, not without getting turned around a few times but managed to find it. When he walked in he ran into a young kid who was just standing by the doorway staring off into the room. When Dean walked into him the kid jumped as if he'd been caught doing something bad. Dean gave him a quick smile and patted his head.

"Sorry bout that big man."

He said feigning worry. The apology did its job and puffed up the kid who now felt like he had a grown up running scared. Dean shook his head with a chuckle and turned to head into the laundry room and to his surprise he saw a familiar face. He knew the girls lived in the same building but he doubted he'd run into them so soon. Knatilee was casually playing on her phone and listening to music while a snake curled up in her arms as she sat on a washing machine. Dean's eyebrow arched at the sight. She seemed so cute and sweet, casually rocking to the music, oblivious to the world around her. Dean pulled his headphones out before walking over and beginning to toss his clothes into the machine next to her.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you were stalking me."

Dean teased with a smirk.