He felt the storm as if it was part of his own grace, as if it was something he created with the passion that rumbled inside him. He couldn't open his eyes, the rain was far too hard on his vessel's lids and his vision was starting to cloud. How odd, that the human body be so ill equipped for such a time as this. Underneath him, running her hands over his shirt to feel scarred muscles, Meg blinked up at him, her own eyes shielded by his body and her skin slick with wet.
"I don't understand why you would want to do this out here," he muttered. "It doesn't seem…right. And it's wet."
"You don't understand a lot of things and that's what makes it fun," Meg dragged her hands from his chest to his shoulders, watching him tilt his head in puzzlement. "You wanted to try something new, Feathers."
She smirked up at him, watching those blue eyes fight the rain that trickled down from his flattened hair, amused at the water caught on his stubbled face. Mud filled his fingers and his legs began to slip on the slick wet of the grass, but overall he seemed to be getting used to what they were doing. Shaky arms held him up as he dipped down and kissed her, wet lips meeting her skin and he could taste the faint tinge of sulphur.
"Damn," she mumbled under him, feeling that low moan in his throat as the rain started pelting down harder, the drops like needles on his back. "Told you this was a good idea."
"Mmm," he kissed down the line of her jaw down her neck, one of his arms almost slipping and he struggled to adjust himself. "It is dirty."
"Hello, demon, once an angel, fucking. Think a little mud's gonna dirty that anymore?"
He considered it. "Depends on how dirty I could get you."
"Ooo, I love it when you try to talk sexy," she smirked up, Castiel bending down to caress her collar bones, enjoying they way she moving under him, how the rain made her skin so soft and slick, that it made her dark hair wet and hang sticky to her neck.
"Meg," he whispered her name softly, muddy fingertips drawing patterns on her chest. He looked like he was about say something else before he shrugged and kissed her again, tongue pushing pass her lips to caress hers.
He could feel the mud sinking into his jeans, that uncomfortable feeling causing him to slip a little, crashing down hard on Meg's chest.
"You're not very good at this, are you?" she asked as he grunted and lifted his head up.
"Would be easier if I had better…grip."
"You do. You just haven't been using it."
"I don't- oh," He looked down at her. "Ohhhhh."
"You're so dumb sometimes that I want to cry. Do you know how-" he shut her up with another kiss, enjoying her moans and most of all, enjoying the way the rain kept them pinned together