[Dean is warded against creatures tampering with his sleep and his mind. He's discovered, of course, that this doesn't always mean as much as it should, but it's the old habits, the small comforts, that make the rest bearable. At least that's what he keeps telling himself.
Like running. He'd hated it, once upon a time, and he doesn't think of it as fun even now; Stiles is from a world where there's a surplus of things that makes keeping in shape a hobby. Dean is from a world where expending energy unnecessarily could get a person killed when it becomes so.
He shakes his head.]
I only run if something's chasing me. By all means, don't let me hold you up.
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Like running. He'd hated it, once upon a time, and he doesn't think of it as fun even now; Stiles is from a world where there's a surplus of things that makes keeping in shape a hobby. Dean is from a world where expending energy unnecessarily could get a person killed when it becomes so.
He shakes his head.]
I only run if something's chasing me. By all means, don't let me hold you up.