A.N. This was going to be part of the drabble challenge, but I just couldn't whittle it down to 100 words. Just something silly and light. Hope you are having a blessed Sunday! :D
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Dean punches Sam jovially on the arm as he shifts the shovel in his hand. "Man, what a rush! I'm thinking that was a personal best!"
Sam glares at his brother through soggy bangs. "Oh yeah, so much fun trying to salt and burn a spirit while it's pouring."
"Just means we are pros bro." He grins at his little brother.
Sam eyes the storm clouds above with disdain. "Doesn't look like it's going to let up anytime soon."
"Come on Sam! You used to love the rain."
"When I was five Dean."
"Whatever dude, you wanna be a bitch that's up to you." He shrugs one sopping shoulder. "I can't make rainbows shine out of your ass."
Sam grimaces. "Where do you come up with this stuff? Never mind I don't want to know. I can't wait to get out of this crap and be warm and dry again."
"Don't worry Sammy, we'll be out of the rain and back in the car in no…shit!"
Sam freezes at the panic that has intruded Dean's voice.
"What?"
"The windows are open!" Dean yells and takes off towards the direction of the car.
"Of course they are." Sam rolls his eyes before following his brother.