Disclaimer: I don't own anything Supernatural. This means Kripke does.

The rain splattered down somewhere above them, she could hear it tapping against the roof. It had been ages since she had been allowed to roam free, to feel the wind strike her face and billow back her hair. It killed her to lie to Sam about the fact that she had never changed like he had, but she did. She looked over her shoulder to see her boyfriend, staring intently at the laptop screen in front of him. She gave a soft smile and walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she peered over his shoulder.

"Sam lets go for a walk."

He looked away from the monitor to her, trying to assess whether she was joking or not. She knew about his new fear of water, and she wanted to show him that it wouldn't hurt him. She clutched at his hand and pulled him out of the chair, a playful smile tugging at her lips. He frowned at her and pulled away, she could see the fear in his eyes.

"Dar, I don't think so. It's raining."

He motioned out the window and she sighed, running a hand through her chocolate brown locks and she hugged herself, returning her gaze to Sam when silence deadened the room for about five minutes.

"Sam, I know. It was me who had to get you to even drink water, I had to listen to you scream in terror. God, Sam, I know how afraid you are, but you can't let it stop you. Dean's out there somewhere in that rain."

Sam stared at her, silent and brooding. She sat down on the bed, pressing the palms of her hands against her head. Darcy felt as a hand placed itself on her shoulder and she looked up, her eyes tired and exhausted. Sam pulled her off the bed and hugged her, his breath in her hair. She hugged him back, leaning her entire body onto his own. He took a step back to compensate but managed to steady himself. He whispered into her ear gently and she shivered.

"Let's go for a walk."

He grabbed Darcy's jacket off the end of the bed and wrapped it around her shoulders before he pulled on his own. Going out into the rain was gonna kill him. Darcy intertwined her fingers with his own and gently squeezed his hand as she opened the door, revealing the grey skies and heavy downpour. From her side she heard Sam whimper softly. She took a deep breath and walked out till she was in the rain, her hair quickly sticking to her head and her clothes soaked in seconds. She turned around and looked at Sam; he was still in the dry and clinging to her fingers.

She took another step out, a small smile on her face. She reached out to Sam with her other hand and he grasped it, flinching as the water struck his skin. Many problems had arisen for Sam after his new found fear of water had arisen. Showers being one of them, it had taken her weeks to get him over that, although he still liked to keep the door open so she could easily get him out of trouble. She coaxed him out, raindrops sliding over her lips as she did so. He took a tentative step forward and then continued out till he was standing next to her, shivering.

"I'm so proud of you."

She hugged him briefly, pushing some wet hair out of his eyes. He gave her a small terrified smile and shifted from foot to foot, ready to bolt had she not been holding his hand still. Thunder rolled overhead and Darcy shuddered, pulling herself closer to Sam and she clung tightly to his hand. They began to walk, shoes squelching with each step, breaths coming out in warm steam. They rounded the corner, shooting looks toward a nearby tree as the downpour increased. They grinned and sprinted toward the tree, laughing as they both hit the trunk in their futile attempt to brake.

Darcy felt a wave of pain flood through her and she quickly shot a look to Sam, who was leaning against the trunk, his head raised and staring at the branches above him. She looked up, not seeing anything. The last thing they needed was for Sam to have a vision in the middle of his fear-attack. He whimpered once more, heavy drops of rain smashing through the leaves and pelting them. She snuggled as close as she could to him, murmuring under her breath. She could feel Sam slowly slip toward the ground and she pressed him against the tree.

"Sam! There's nothing wrong. Sam, please!"

He stepped away from the tree, glaring at her like she had committed some heinous crime. She watched as he ran back toward the motel room they were sharing, time appearing to slow down. Rain continued to splatter against her skin, her clothes, her hair and still she stood there. Alone. Thunder rolled loudly against the sky, deafening her and making her bones vibrate in her body. Tears welled in her eyes and slid down her cheeks as she watched Sam's retreating form close the door behind him.

Sam wasn't the only one with fear. Their time in the place had changed them all, made their fears seem more real than anything else. Darcy wasn't being afraid of being alone, she wasn't scared of the thunder or lightening, she wasn't terrified of the dark. Darcy was scared by guns. Everyone she loved had been killed by one, not by drowning, heart-attack or suffocation. They had been shot to death. Her puppy, her sister, her best friend. Sam had almost been killed by her hand with her gun.

A gunshot broke through the air and time seemed to slow down even more. Fear spread across her features as she began to run toward the motel room, feet never really hitting the ground as she sprinted. She slammed her body into the door, feet nearly slipping out from under her as the water ran down. She opened it with shaky hands, scared that she would find the last thing she ever wanted to find. The door opened slowly, revealing the room.

Sam sat at his laptop, his eyes on her as she stared soggily at him. Her clothes had stuck to her skin, her hair in wet clumps down her face. Relief flooded over her and she fell to the ground, tears of relief and fear streaming down her face. Sam frowned and crossed over to her, crouching by her side and holding her close to him. The water seeped into his dry clothes, forming wet patches and he made a small noise. He rubbed her back gently and cradled her against him.

"We'll get through this together Darcy. We'll survive and we'll find Dean. We'll be a family again."

A/N: Ok my first oneshot involving Darcy. I dunno if I like it that much. It's set a little after the third fic-kinda AU. So yeah, reviews appreciated.