New Fic: (Supernatural) Honeysuckle Sweet on a Gentle Rain Rated: PG
Title: Honeysuckle Sweet on a Gentle Rain
Author: Lady Taevyn
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in the sandbox, please don’t sue.
Summary: He’s not sure if it was her favorite flower, or if she just had a perfume that smelled like it.
Characters: Dean, Castiel, Mary
A/N: This came to me after reading savingfaith333’s ‘Balancing on a Blade’. So I need to thank her for the inspiration.
Dean’s forgotten more about his mother then he ever really knew in the first place. There are certain things that will always stick with him of course, he’ll admit to getting choked up when he drives past a bank of blooming honeysuckle, although he’s not sure if that was her favorite flower, or if she just had a perfume that smelled like it. Hearing her name called by a gruff voice will always grab his attention. So it throws him off guard a little when it starts raining because: a) the sky had been clear and no storms on the forecast, and b) his first thought when he looks up to the sky is ‘Cas, what happened’, right after he thinks that he remembers his mother saying: ‘When it rains on a clear day it’s because the angels are crying.’ He feels like he’s betraying her memory by thinking of Castiel first. Dean has a fleeting thought that the rain should probably be cold, but when he steps out of the motel room he’s surprised to find that it’s not. His thoughts are interrupted by a fleeting flash of brightness, lightening Dean thinks, but he doesn’t look. The consequences if he’s wrong, blindness, are too great. It’s a hard driving rain and it doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop anytime soon. He’s reaching into his pocket; feeling for his keys. And without a second thought Dean runs for his car. He needs to bear witness to this, he’s not sure why. But the feeling of SadWrongNO is so strong he thinks he might start crying. He leans back into the seat, knowing his ‘best girl’ will comfort him when nothing else can. Time passes, Dean’s not sure how much, thinks it probably doesn’t matter. The rain hasn’t stopped, probably won’t for a long while, but it’s gentle now. The worst of their grief is used up. Dean keeps his eyes closed when he feels another presence in the car, behind his eyelids it’s too bright, Castiel is here but his vessel isn’t. The windows are rolled up and the vents closed but Dean still smells honeysuckle, and he thinks it’ll be okay eventually.
Author: Lady Taevyn
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I’m just playing in the sandbox, please don’t sue.
Summary: He’s not sure if it was her favorite flower, or if she just had a perfume that smelled like it.
Characters: Dean, Castiel, Mary
A/N: This came to me after reading savingfaith333’s ‘Balancing on a Blade’. So I need to thank her for the inspiration.
Dean’s forgotten more about his mother then he ever really knew in the first place. There are certain things that will always stick with him of course, he’ll admit to getting choked up when he drives past a bank of blooming honeysuckle, although he’s not sure if that was her favorite flower, or if she just had a perfume that smelled like it. Hearing her name called by a gruff voice will always grab his attention. So it throws him off guard a little when it starts raining because: a) the sky had been clear and no storms on the forecast, and b) his first thought when he looks up to the sky is ‘Cas, what happened’, right after he thinks that he remembers his mother saying: ‘When it rains on a clear day it’s because the angels are crying.’ He feels like he’s betraying her memory by thinking of Castiel first. Dean has a fleeting thought that the rain should probably be cold, but when he steps out of the motel room he’s surprised to find that it’s not. His thoughts are interrupted by a fleeting flash of brightness, lightening Dean thinks, but he doesn’t look. The consequences if he’s wrong, blindness, are too great. It’s a hard driving rain and it doesn’t seem like it’s going to stop anytime soon. He’s reaching into his pocket; feeling for his keys. And without a second thought Dean runs for his car. He needs to bear witness to this, he’s not sure why. But the feeling of SadWrongNO is so strong he thinks he might start crying. He leans back into the seat, knowing his ‘best girl’ will comfort him when nothing else can. Time passes, Dean’s not sure how much, thinks it probably doesn’t matter. The rain hasn’t stopped, probably won’t for a long while, but it’s gentle now. The worst of their grief is used up. Dean keeps his eyes closed when he feels another presence in the car, behind his eyelids it’s too bright, Castiel is here but his vessel isn’t. The windows are rolled up and the vents closed but Dean still smells honeysuckle, and he thinks it’ll be okay eventually.