A/N: I know, I know, another Dean and the rain fic...I'm hoping that you'll still read it and like it! I wrote it during math...
Dean Winchester loved the rain. He loved the emptiness of the world when it rained. People cooped up in their houses. Dean would watch as they randomly stuck a head or a hand out the front door to see if it was "safe" to come out. Wimps. Scared of a little rain, running away from it like it was a Wendigo coming after them. Imagine if something from his world came after them. Imagine if something was in their safe, quiet, little suburb. The last place a normal person would think an evil spirit would haunt. But here it was and so here was Dean. It was why he was here. It was why he was anywhere. Another town, another vengeful spirit, another Job. But the normal people were oblivious as usual, content to stick a hand out the door to see how hard it was raining. Maybe that's why Dean would never be the textbook definition of normal. He had to know things. He couldn't be content not knowing everything. Then again, if he didn't know what was really out there, what was waiting for him to come seek it, to kill it, maybe, just maybe he might have some chance of being content. But for now, he loved being the freak.
Dean cruised down the deserted streets, wishing he could splash in puddles like he used to when he was a kid, when Mom was still alive. But instead he slowly drove, opposed to his normal speeding that sprayed the puddles onto sidewalks and buildings. He turned another corner and spotted the library where he was supposed to meet Sam.
He pulled into the parking lot and spotted a place up front but he didn't take it. It wasn't a handicapped place but he decided to treat himself to a little harmless pleasure and it would annoy Sam so it was doubly fun. He parked in the very back of the lot and got out of the Impala, a shiny black now that it had been washed by the rain. Dean stood beside the muscle car and breathed in the clean scent of the rain, relishing in the sweet drops that seemed to float down into his head, shoulders, and torso. Slowly he walked towards the slightly run down building. He spotted a large, semi deep puddle next to the sidewalk. He paused in front of it. Nah, Sammy would kill me, Dean thought. He stepped around it, barely getting the tip of his boots wet.
He glanced down the street and saw a mother and two little boys walking towards him. He paused to watch them. They boys were pushing each other into puddles, laughing as their mother tried to stop them. Dean grinned and thought of how wild he had been at that age. Sam had been quieter, more into reading than tussling. Dean tore his gaze from the giggling brothers and walked up the steps into the library where his own brother was waiting. He didn't want to go inside. So he stood on the top step for a couple more seconds. God, how he loved the rain.
A/N: So? Review it please!!