#yoga!cas

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Here’s some more Yoga!Cas sketches... Lord help me!

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Cas taking up yoga to find his inner peace. Dean always coming up behind him inappropriately during downward dog. Cas rolling his eyes, "This is supposed to be spiritual."

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Lisa Braeden/Dean Winchester Characters: Dean Winchester, Lisa Braeden, Castiel (Supernatural) Additional Tags: yoga!cas, mechanic!Dean, Lisa and Dean are an established couple, shower masturbation, Masturbation, fantasy hand jobs, misuse of Downward Facing Dog Series: Part 6 of Smut Brigade 30-day Challenge AU Series Summary:

Cas is a yoga instructor. Dean is an auto mechanic, happily dating Lisa Breaden. When Lisa drags Dean to Castiel's class, Dean is interested in the lithe instructor but he is with Lisa, so he must content himself with fantasies. For the moment.

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This video inspired me to write a quick one shot... this guy is amazing and I can picture Cas learning to do this over the centuries.  gifs are by the wonderful wincechesters - thank you SO much and thanks for the encouragement and EVERYTHING!

Flow by ArxEtTutissimaNobis

Breathe in through the nose. 

Out through the mouth. 

In through the nose. Fill the lungs completely. 

Out through the mouth. Push all the air out. 

Focus on the breath entering and leaving the body. Slow and steady. Feel how it brings life into the body and let it spread to the toes, and the fingers and the top of the head. Like electricity under the skin, raising the hairs as it goes. 

In. Out. In. Out. 

Breathing is one of the things I never had to think about, before; never considered how essential it is. How there are different kinds of breath: some soft like a whisper, others halting and labored, and luckily for the human race, of which I am now a part, the automatic everyday push and pull of life-giving oxygen. 

Because if breathing wasn't automatic, involuntary, I would have forgotten a million times by now. 

In. Out. 

Dammit. There's that itch again, on the back of my neck this time. It doesn't itch, it doesn't itch. 

In. Out. 

What is the point of human skin itching when there's nothing there to make it itch?? Resist. 

In...

Forget it. Ahhh much better. This cement floor is cold. I'll need to bring in another towel to sit on so I don't get distracted. 

And now I'm distracted.

I peel my eyelids open - where did the concept of peeling one's eyes come from anyway - and squint against the light streaming through the high window. This is a good enough room for quiet contemplation, where I can have some time to myself. Good for practicing meditation and yoga, various martial arts. 

Or it would be good for meditation if I could get my mind and body to quiet down for more than 10 minutes at a time. Who knew humans had to practice being still? No wonder Dean and Sam always had so much trouble with it. 

Unfold from the lotus position and rise carefully to the feet. Stretch out the stiffness. 

Tired, aching, cracking joints are things I could definitely live without; then again, they're as much a part of the human experience as anything else. 

Stretch the arms towards the ceiling, arching the back and rising onto the toes. 

Ahhhh. The blissful feeling of stretching, unwinding muscles is something I definitely couldn't live without. 

Bring the hands together, fingers woven, index fingers pointing to the sky. Back gently arched and feet planted firmly on the floor, toes spread like roots in the soil. 

Deep breath in. And release.   

Fold forward, lowering the arms toward the ground. Wrap the arms around the legs, relax into the body. Inhale, look up, exhale, down again.

Inhale and stretch the right leg forward into a lunge. Exhale, both legs behind, flatten the back. Lower the body to the ground. Inhale, straighten the arms and reach the head to the sky, chest out. Exhale, push the hips up, legs straight, heels reaching for the floor. 

Mmmmm this is always a good stretch. Tailbone to the sky, wiggle the hips a bit to work out the stiffness from sitting on the floor. 

A surprised inhale. Not mine... My sanctuary isn't hidden anymore, but that's fine. Companionship is another of the many, many things I'm beginning to realize that I need. 

If its who I suspect it is, peering though the crack of the doorway, it was only a matter of time. When I disappear for even an hour, it inspires anxiety in my friends. One in particular, of course. 

And since it is Dean outside the door (who am I kidding), he'll undoubtedly be impressed by this. 

Hands solid on the floor, bend the knees slightly and push. Inhale. Lift with the core, feet rising smoothly into the air. Point the toes and bring them together - the body in one long straight line. Exhale. Down to the elbows, legs curving out behind.

Shoulders burning; this is the difficult part. Shift the weight, push back up onto the hands. Toes towards the ceiling again. Hold.

A drip of sweat slithers down from my neck, down my face, and hangs on the tip of my nose.

One knee bent, the other straight out behind. Hold. 

My muscles are starting to tremble. Time to take a break and face the Winchester.

Back down to the feet, straighten into a standing position. Hands pressed together in front of the chest. Exhale.

"Hello, Dean."

A startled gasp.

Looking over my shoulder, I see him step through the door, looking sheepish.

"Wow, Cas, that was awesome."

Warmth spreads from my chest at the compliment. I relax and face him.

"Thank you."

"Where did you learn to do that?"

"I spent centuries observing humanity, Dean. That included different religions and meditation practices."

“Does that make it any easier to meditate for longer than 5 minutes?"

I keep a straight face as long as I can, finally breathing out a quiet laugh. "No."

"Hmmm. Too bad."

I start to pick up my towels, rolling them and gathering them in a corner. I use one to wipe the sweat from my face.

"Can you teach me to do that, Cas? With the handstands and stuff?"

"You'd have to start simple, Dean. It takes a lot of practice."

"I got time."

I nod. We definitely have found ourselves with an abundance of time.

"Come stand next to me." 

He shuffles across the floor, bare feet peeking out under his soft flannel pants.

"Feet shoulder width apart. Spread your toes out."

"What?"

I huff in pseudo-annoyance. "Just press them firmly to the floor, imagining that they're reaching out and anchoring you firmly to the floor."

"OK Cas. Whatever you say."

"Breathe deep. In your nose and out your mouth."

Dean gives me a look, but starts to breathe slower.

"Good. Bring your hands together in front of your chest." I demonstrate. "Inhale and reach up, arching back slightly."

He groans at the stretch, and I avert my eyes from the skin exposed at his midriff. 

"Now exhale and fold forward, letting your arms fan out and come down around your legs."

He bends and stops, hands slightly above his knees.

"Bend all the way, Dean."

"This is all the way, Cas."

I roll my eyes. We've got a lot of work to do.