Gratuitous
This little story doesn't have much in the way of a plot. Just something frivolous featuring Dean caught in the rain and dealing with 'clingy' clothing along with an injury. A gift from me to my SPN buddies (you girls know who you are).
I have about a buzillion stories that aren't finished; my brain seems to have dried up after a few rough weeks living in the real world. My plan is to have one more chapter eventually. I apologize ahead of time if I am slow in posting the next.
I own nothing to do with SPN.
As he begins to trudge back from the Impala, his slightly concussed brother securely situated in the passenger seat, he hears the first drop echo against the fabric of his jacket. His gaze lifts up slightly and he grunts when his reward for that move is a freakin raindrop right in his eye. Perfect.
He pushes his own injuries aside and quickens his pace, urged on by the thought of how replacing mud instead of dirt into that damn hole is not something he can handle right now. The rain is sporadic and light and he intends to get this job done before that small mercy is ripped out from under him.
It's a warm night and it's hard work, doubly so when you find yourself down a man. Soon he has to pause to wipe a palm across his forehead and through his hair, the feel of sweat slick on his fingers.
He glances once more to the sky that now seems to offer nothing more to him than the infrequent drop. He is suddenly desperate to feel the relief it had teased him with and aches for the touch of it, to help ease the heat that now rolls throughout his body.
Trickle after trickle of sweat unleashes itself from his warmed skin to pool and gather in places that are more than a tad uncomfortable.
He moans at the exertion, as he digs and throws pile after pile of earth back onto the coffin, the cut on his side starting to ache under the strain. A quick look down solidifies the reason for the burst of pain that runs through him, a patch of red presenting itself to mix with the layers of sweat that now coat his skin.
The rain starts to increase in its frequency, no longer intermittent but a steady, light misting, pulsing against his flesh. He shrugs but doesn't mind, he finds its presence is no longer an irritation and welcomes the persistent sensation of it as it lands in his hair and drips down to sizzle against his skin.
He soldiers on, his muscles starting to scream out from fatigue. Soon the previous, almost insurmountable mound of dirt is reduced to a small layer of earth.
By the time he positions the last heap onto its resting place he is panting, ragged breaths escaping his lips as his strength decides to leave him on mass. He pats down the grave and leans heavily against the shovel, only then seeming to notice yet another increase in the rain, as it comes down faster and faster and quickly starts to turn the earth around him into a slippery field of mud.
He feels the heaviness of his jacket on his shoulders, its usefulness long since gone, the material drenched and sopping in the ever increasing deluge. He peels off the offending layer of clothing and chides himself for not doing that sooner; he feels degrees cooler, standing and relishing the rain that now pelts against his aching, fevered skin.
His shirt clings to him, sticks to every curve of each muscle it hides underneath its flimsy fabric. He gazes to the heavens once again and this time basks in the refreshment of the water that washes over him; that streams down on him from the sky above. His eyes close as the droplets journey from his hair to roll and rest within the thickness of his lashes, before dropping off the edge of his eyes to mingle with the water already present on his freckled skin.
He jumps at the brightness he sees beneath his closed lids, the first bolt of lightning announcing itself with warning.
When the thunder comes, it brings with it sheets of pelting rain, pounding into his exposed flesh like pellets of ice.
And it's in that moment that he seems to snap out of his daze and feel the full brunt of Mother Nature, as he shivers against the coldness that seems to have infiltrated his body to the core.
TBC... Thanks for stopping by and feel free to let me know what you thought! :D