Today's theme is weatherDoesn't matter what fandom or pairing you choose, so long as the prompt (song lyrics, one word, a picture, whatever) somehow relates to weather
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Dean sat on the hood of the Impala, his face lifted. The rain was cool against his cheeks. He liked the rain. His tears were washed away and no one knew the difference.
Cassie, just her name made his stomach cramp. Hardly his first girl, but his first...she was the first to get behind his armor, his persona, she was the first one that saw him.
He never knew anything other than the transient life he had always led. But he saw, the perfect little homes, the perfect little lawns, the perfect little famlies.
If he didn't lie to himself, he would admit that was what he wanted for himself, for Sam. A sense of permanence, longevity, a piece of himself to carry on the Winchester name. To hold Sammy's kid and see the dopey grin on his brother's face.
Rain. Cassie. Driving away once more without looking back. He closed his eyes and felt the sting on his cheeks. Many miles between dreams and reality.
Sam's hand own his shoulder made him open his eyes. For once Sam didn't push, didn't try to talk. Instead, he gave a gentle tug.
"Let's get you inside out of the rain."
Inside where it was warm, inside where it was his family, his brother, inside and away from his memories.
Cassie, just her name made his stomach cramp. Hardly his first girl, but his first...she was the first to get behind his armor, his persona, she was the first one that saw him.
He never knew anything other than the transient life he had always led. But he saw, the perfect little homes, the perfect little lawns, the perfect little famlies.
If he didn't lie to himself, he would admit that was what he wanted for himself, for Sam. A sense of permanence, longevity, a piece of himself to carry on the Winchester name. To hold Sammy's kid and see the dopey grin on his brother's face.
Rain. Cassie. Driving away once more without looking back. He closed his eyes and felt the sting on his cheeks. Many miles between dreams and reality.
Sam's hand own his shoulder made him open his eyes. For once Sam didn't push, didn't try to talk. Instead, he gave a gentle tug.
"Let's get you inside out of the rain."
Inside where it was warm, inside where it was his family, his brother, inside and away from his memories.
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